Read Wicked End Online

Authors: Bella Jeanisse

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Action & Adventure, #Romantic Erotica

Wicked End (18 page)

Brandon was panting with the effort of the intense rhythm. “Tink… I’m so close. Stop moving.” She was grinding into him as she came again. He shut his eyes, hoping to hurry before…

“Stop shaking the fucking bed!” Jake bellowed. “I’m trying to sleep.” He smacked the curtain, touching Brandon’s arm in the process.

Groaning, Brandon stopped. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

Mackenzie kissed his lips. “It’s OK. We’ll finish later.” She carefully slid out of the bunk.

Chico’s eyebrows rose when her ass was exposed. Then he watched her fix her nightshirt and head for the bathroom. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Within minutes, he was singing as he worked as usual.

Once back in the hallway, Mackenzie made a point to ask everyone if they wanted a sandwich. After being on board more than a week, no one objected to her peeking in their bunk. When she got to Angelo’s bunk, across from Brandon’s, her mouth dropped.

He was jerking off. Their eyes met, and he grinned. “Stay there. I’ll cum faster.” He groaned as she froze, staring. He wished she would suck him off, but knew it was a lost cause.

She couldn’t take her eyes away. It wasn’t that his cock was huge, it was that he was naked and buff as hell. She thought he was just a big guy. The bulging muscles all over his body were unexpected. When he groaned and cum spewed from his cock, she was finally able to move on.

When she peeked in on Jim, an arm grabbed her waist and pulled her backwards. “Hey!” she shouted at shirtless Jeff, a cocky sound tech. “Get off!”

Jeff was pissed that Brandon shared her with the band and no one else. He was with them from the beginning and felt he deserved the same treatment. “I’ll be quick.” He pulled her to the back, while she struggled to get back on her feet.

“You better let her go,” Pepe warned him. “Or you’re gonna regret it.” He shook his head and eyed Brandon watching from his bunk.

Jeff laughed. “Who’s gonna stop me? Brandon?”

“Nope.” Pepe couldn’t wait until he got what was coming to him.

Mackenzie stayed still as Jeff held her against a wall in the bathroom. Then he thrust two fingers into her pussy and stroked her quickly. She knew he had to let go sometime. He was getting pretty close to her sweet spot within, so she hoped he hurried.

Brandon had seen the fury in her eyes and tried not to laugh. If she needed help, she would call for him. He learned long ago that she insisted on fighting for herself.

Mackenzie waited until Jeff had his dick out. Then she socked him in the eye. He stumbled backwards, into the shower. She followed him and straddled his hips, grinding her wet pussy on his dick while she slapped and punched him. “No one gets my pussy unless I say so.”

Jeff put up his hands, shocked. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The mix of pain and pleasure was so confusing. Violence never turned him on so much before.

Chico rushed to break up the fight, knowing the last guy she fought wound up with a broken nose. “OK, he got the idea.” He lifted Mackenzie off Jeff. “Dude, you just got fucked up by a girl.” He laughed at the blood running from Jeff’s mouth.

Mackenzie huffed when she got to her feet and growled at Jeff. “Serves you right, dickhead!” When most of the bus cheered, Mackenzie smiled and bowed slightly. “Who’s next?” She giggled when the men who were up, turned away.

“Tink, you OK?” Brandon reached a hand out and sighed when she took it.

She touched his cheek. “I’m fine. Jeff on the other hand, not so much.”

“Broken nose?” Brandon grinned, loving she could handle herself.

Mackenzie exhaled loudly. “Not this time.”

Chico looked down at Jeff just before helping him up. “He fucking came all over himself!” He announced loud enough for the entire bus to hear, and laughter ensued. “You like a woman beating you up, huh?” He chuckled and walked back to the kitchen.

“You gave me a black eye,” Jeff cried out. That made his humiliation much worse.

Chico shouted, “Be happy you still have your dick!”

Jeff soon sulked past him, blood running over his chin. He grabbed some ice from the freezer. “It’s not fair.”

“Next time, listen to Pepe.” Chico tried to stop laughing but couldn’t. “If you woulda asked nice, she might’ve let you have her.” He was teasing. Jeff’s mouth dropping was priceless. “Too late now.”

Minutes later, Mackenzie and Chico were making a coordinated effort to feed the masses something other than cereal or Pop Tarts. They had to do it four portions at a time because of the limited stovetop. Austin sat at the table close by and helped dish out the food. They used paper plates because the sink was small. It was a good thing they stocked up in Edmonton.

Mackenzie bumped into Austin when they both went for the same plate. She smiled up at him. “Trying to get in my panties again?”

“You don’t have any on.” Austin winked. He had seen her ass several times while they worked. Leaning down, he whispered, “I love a woman who can fight for herself.” He pressed his erection into her belly. “You have a few minutes for me this morning?”

She sighed. “The deal’s over. You had your chance.”

“Only with Scott,” Austin reminded her. “I never showed you what I can do one on one.”

She glanced down the aisle of bunks, slightly torn. No matter what, they said no more. “Sorry, too late.”

He shrugged. “It was worth a shot.” He lifted the plate they both had gone for and handed it to Pepe. “Eat up while it’s hot.”

Mackenzie looked at the tattoo on his shoulder. It was the outline of a lion. “When are you getting that finished?”

Austin turned around. “Getting what finished?”

“Your tattoo.” Her face screwed up. “How come you only have one?”

Chico laughed as Austin walked away, his head hanging. “Girl, you’re on a roll today with the emasculation.”

“Huh?” She had no idea what she said that was so insulting. “I just asked about his tattoo.” Sporadic laugher began. “What? What’d I say?”

Scott pulled her aside. “He’s terrified of needles and has a low pain tolerance, so he passed out in the middle of it. I made the guy finish the outline while he was unconscious. He doesn’t like talking about it. That’s why he has only one earring too.”

She scanned Scott. His chest and arms were adorned by many tattoos; both ears were pierced as well as his eyebrow. “Well, you have enough for the both of you.” She thought for a minute. “I know a guy who tattoos privately. If he wants to finish it, we could knock him out when you come down to Florida.”

“I’ll ask him, but I doubt it.”

Brandon had given up on trying to go back to sleep and put on his boxers. The aroma coming from the front was overpowering. “Smells like a diner in here.” He said as he hugged Mackenzie from behind. “You look good enough to eat.”

She turned and handed him a plate. “I’m not done. Sorry.” She pecked his cheek then got back to work.

“I’ll pass this on.” Brandon rubbed her shoulder. “I wanna eat with you.”

He handed it to Angelo who stood against a wall waiting his turn. Then he sat and watched her. She moved fluidly, as if it was something she did every day. Well, she had since they left Anaheim, but she rarely cooked for more than a few people at a time. She had quickly gotten into the rhythm of feeding fifteen men. He liked her adaptability. If he took her on tour permanently, he was sure she could handle it.

When Mackenzie and Chico were finally done, she sat on Brandon’s lap, two sandwiches on a plate in her hands. She handed him one and relaxed against his body. “So glad the guys in the truck have to fend for themselves.”

“I doubt they eat real food,” Brandon said, his mouth full. “We’re lucky to have Chico.” He sighed after swallowing. “Today’s gonna be crazy. Right after the concert we have to head for Winnipeg.”

She took a bite of her breakfast, ignoring the begging for seconds around her. When her mouth was clear, she asked, “Is that where you have to do the photo shoot?”

“No.” He took a swig from his bottle of water then handed it to her. “That’s in Toronto. Did I show you what I’m gonna be promoting?” She shook her head, so he elaborated. “A new line of guitars that mimic all kinds of pedal sounds. When I first played it, I swore they were faking it. They’re giving me one of each and the accessories so I can show it off at the Toronto and Boston shows. Later, I’ll show you their website.”

After getting dressed and letting Mackenzie check out the guitar company’s website, he sat on the couch, not wanting to deal with the screaming outside. It was inevitable though. In every city, they had almost the same kind of welcoming the day of a concert. The time to go out there was coming. The road crew was in the arena with their equipment, and he was sure their fans noticed.

Mackenzie was on her laptop, checking email. Several friends had sent her pictures of the devastation back home. Some of them made her glad she had been in Baltimore when the storm hit. She wondered what her place looked like, but she lived on the second floor, so flooding should not be an issue. Blown-out windows could have caused damage, though.

“OK, time to go,” Jake said coming down the hallway. “I wanna get me some fresh meat. I’m horny.”

Brandon watched the others follow Jake towards the exit. Before he trailed them, he walked to Mackenzie a few feet away. “I’ll be back. Don’t have too much fun without me.” He caressed her face with his hand, wanting to tell her he needed more from their relationship. His mouth opened again to say it. Then he worried it would ruin what they had.

She looked up and gave him a half smile, the bliss of multiple orgasms long gone. “OK.” She quickly hid the tears which were brimming in her eyes. Then she heard him walking away. “I can’t do this,” she whispered.

The one thing she hated about that trip was the girls. They made her doubt her position in Brandon’s life. She pulled up the last batch of pictures he sent her from the road months ago, a girl in every one of them. A few tears fell, but she wiped them away.
How can I explain to him I’m changing my own rules? Will he understand?

Brandon was soon with the other band members signing autographs by the barrier. He hugged the girls and kissed their cheeks, wishing it wasn’t necessary, but it was. They had to interact with their fans. They were known for being available before and after every show. All he wanted to was to hold Mackenzie for a few hours. His feelings for her were getting stronger by the day.

He looked down the line at Jake who was grabbing the girls as well. He slid a backstage pass over one girl’s neck just before making out with her. Scott and Austin were acting semi-tame, letting girls cop a feel, but only being slightly aggressive, as usual. Chico was looking for a girl to spend some time with. He had said he was lonely.

The mixed signals from Brandon were driving Mackenzie crazy. One minute he looked into her eyes, obviously about to say something important. Then it was over. Several times, he told her something that could mean he wanted to be her man, but he covered it with a joke or something. She wanted to know where he stood before she confessed what was in her heart.

Brandon was worried about Mackenzie. After breakfast, she seemed a bit cold and that was unusual for her. He wished he could just admit how he felt to her. He looked back at the bus, wishing the windows weren’t so dark. He would choose her over a groupie any day.

Mackenzie had moved to the couch to watch a movie. She hoped it would distract her, but she had no idea what was going on in it. All she could think of was Brandon and how many fans threw themselves at him. She imagined him outside the bus, girls all over him.

She had not spent that long with him while with the band before. Any time they had a week together, they were alone and rarely met any fans. This time, she was immersed in his world of insanity. Girls screamed his name everywhere they went. The one time they tried to have dinner together; he was mobbed, women kissing and groping him while they begged him to fuck them. They didn’t care she was right there.

She didn’t think she could handle much more of it, especially because none of them knew about her. Then again, what was there to know? She was just Brandon’s friend, his fuck buddy.
Could I ever be more to him?

When they had gotten back to the bus after the show the night before, a random groupie tore his pants open and started sucking his cock. Granted, he stopped her, but would he if she weren’t there? How many girls did he actually sleep with in a given week? Her heart ached with the scenes her mind created.

Scott boarded the bus having to use the bathroom. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He could see Mackenzie was upset.

“Nothing,” she lied.

He shrugged and walked to the back of the bus. When he was done, he stopped in front of her. She had obviously been crying. “You know you’re more important to him than those chicks,” Scott assured her as he sat next to him. He put a hand on her thigh. “He's just doing it for appearances. It’s his job.”

She sighed. “I know.” She wished her feelings for him had not grown deeper.

Scott looked towards the door; to be sure, they were still alone. They were. “I thought you had an open relationship?”

“Ha!” She felt anger and pain building up quickly. “He’s not really my boyfriend. We’re just fuck buddies.”

A tear slowly fell. She wanted so much more from him. It was at that moment she decided she had to ask Brandon for more. Otherwise, she would have to let him go. She couldn’t go on like they had before. Everything had changed.

“Oh wow.” Scott threw his head back and covered his eyes. “Shit,” he mumbled. Things Brandon had said about wanting more came to him. The looks of fear and anxiety between them had confused him as well. It all finally made sense. “That has to change. It's obvious that’s not enough.”

She turned and hugged him, tears falling. “I don’t wanna push him away.”

“Ssshh, it's OK.” Scott held her, knowing Brandon wanted the same. He couldn’t break Brandon’s confidence, but wanted to fix the situation. “Tell him how you feel,” he whispered. “You may be surprised.”

Giggling made them both turn to the door. Jake and a young blonde were coming up the stairs. He ignored them and sat her on the couch next to them. Then he opened his pants and pulled out his semi-erect penis.

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