Wicked End

by Bella Jeanisse

  Wicked End

  by Bella Jeanisse

  © 2013 Bella Jeanisse

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  Dedication

  Brian, a drummer/roadie/production manager friend who is on the road more than off, inspired this band. He is very dear to me and has the most amazing sexy, deep, slightly raspy voice. Talking or texting with him late at night while he is his bunk on the tour bus is always a thrill. Thanks, baby, for all the good times and the ones yet to come…

  I have a special list of mine that was also a catalyst for this book. It has been dwindling down lately though, as I cross things off. You’ll see what I mean as you read. Imagine if you didn’t have life to get in the way! Then, what would be on your lists?

  Music always stirs up ideas for me. It’s great when I’m barreling down the highway and a scene unfolds in my head. Wish I could dictate and still have the music blaring! My musical tastes, as I wrote this book, were even more particular than usual. I went back to my younger days of thrash and speed metal… Close to it at least. I listened to Unearth, Testament, Anthrax, lamb of god, Twelve Years Driven, Killed the Fixation, Oblivion Myth, Strychnia, Slipknot, Nonpoint, Five Finger Death Punch… and of course, Avenged Sevenfold. You guys never fail to inspire me! Can’t wait to see you perform in Orlando! Thanks to all of you.

  To my fans and friends on Goodreads and beyond, thanks for all your support and encouragement. Without you, I’d be lost and just someone who likes to write dirty stories. I busted my behind to make this book worthy of all of you. Enjoy Brandon and Mackenzie’s adventure.

  Last but certainly not least, thank you to my beta readers. First off, Mike, as usual, the best of the best… Boy do I owe you! Thanks to Donna, Liz, Patricia, Fabby, Leilani, Casey, Michael and Skye. Hope I didn’t forget anyone, but if I did… You’re much appreciated, too!

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty One

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Chapter Thirty Three

  Chapter Thirty Four

  Chapter Thirty Five

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  Chapter Thirty Eight

  Chapter Thirty Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty One

  Chapter Forty Two

  Chapter Forty Three

  Chapter Forty Four

  About the Author

  Sneak Peek: Gasoline

  Sneak Peek: And Then Her Mouth

  Sneak Peek: Triple Threat

  Sneak Peek: Insatiable Appetites

  This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in an entirely fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  Mackenzie Winters walked through the airport quickly that Thursday afternoon in the middle of August. She had just finished teaching a cold calling class in Dallas. Because she brought in the most new investment clients per week, her company recruited her to be a part-time trainer as well. If they only knew that she was not always a well-mannered executive. Underneath, she was truly open-minded and a freak in bed.

  She enjoyed teaching, but they had paired her with Brett. He was the most annoying trainer at her firm. Three days together was too much. She was glad it was over. Since she wasn’t headed home to Fort Lauderdale, she didn’t have to sit next to him on the plane again.

  Once through security, she got a cup of coffee and relaxed in a chair. She hoped the flight was smooth. Flying made her nervous. Technically, it was the takeoff and landing that frightened her. The shaking got her imagination going.

  On the flight to Dallas, Brett saw her freaking out and held her hand. She was too terrified to pull it away. That gave him the opportunity to pull her closer then try to kiss her. The slap to the face startled him, but he was a persistent bastard. If he weren’t the only full time trainer in the southeast at her company, she would ask to work with someone else.

  It was hard for her to understand why Brett and some of the other men in her office pursued her so aggressively. She didn’t see herself as overly beautiful, but average. Her long blond hair was usually up at work, and she rarely did anything special with it. She knew she was pretty with symmetric features, and her green eyes went well with her pale complexion, but not model quality. She dressed not quite conservative, but not sexy either. Plain Janes were not that sought after, were they? Her high confidence may be attraction.

  She sighed and pulled out her phone. There was a text from Brandon. A grin spread across her face. He could light up the darkest day. The only reason she was traveling back to Baltimore instead of Fort Lauderdale was to see him. It had been months because they hadn’t been free at the same time. She wished they still lived in the same city. Things were simpler back then.

  Brandon, when he was available, gave her relief from all her needs at once. Sex with him, satisfied her on a level that no one could come close to. It was as if he soothed her body, heart and soul. She had no idea why, or how he did it, but she never wanted to let him go. Any excuse to spend time with him, she took it, even if it was only a few hours. One day she hoped they could have a week or so to explore just what it was that he gave her.

  She sometimes wondered if it was because he was her first. That was special to some. He had been so tender and caring. He held her and made sure she enjoyed it, after the pain faded. It was quite amazing that 12 years later, they still had the same passion for each other. However, in her eyes, that was because he made every time special. Even a quick fuck against the wall brought forth emotions in her that no one else created. That kept her coming back for more.

  When people saw them together, even in high school they looked confused. Him in all black garb, and her in semi-colorful clothing. They looked like complete opposites. He had always been into heavy metal and got a new piercing or tattoo almost every month since he was sixteen. She hardly noticed the hoops and bars in various parts of his face anymore.

  Mackenzie, on the other hand, had only pierced her ears, and all her tattoos were under her clothes. She didn’t hide her love of rock music or kinky ways on purpose. It just didn’t occur to her to dress the part.

  Brandon never cared what other people thought of him or his look. At fourteen, he started dying his hair black and never stopped. It had been varying lengths, once in a Mohawk, but at that time, it was about shoulder length. She felt the black eyeliner he wore throughout high school and on stage, made
his soulful light brown eyes even sexier.

  He was one of the hottest men she knew. Even at sixteen, he had a strong, defined body that he worked on whenever possible. His features were hard, but softened when he smiled. Every Goth girl in high school and college wanted him, as well as some of the popular girls. He was fussy though. Most were sorely disappointed.

  Mackenzie wiped a tear from her eye. Even when he was miles away, he affected her. A brief thought of a terrible day many years ago came to her. The day she knew her father was gone. If not for Brandon, she had no clue how she would have gotten through that day or her teenage years. She shook off the memory, not wanting to cry alone. She glanced down at her phone’s the screen.

  How was your trip?

  She smiled and sent him a message back:

  It would’ve been better with you instead of Brett.

  They made you go with that asshole?

  She frowned and told him:

  Yes and he grabbed me again. I should’ve broken his nose.

  One of these days, I’m gonna kick his ass.

  Regretting complaining, she sent back:

  Then you’d be in jail on an assault charge.

  Is your flight on time?

  Brandon was supposed to pick her up in Baltimore. She was more excited than ever before. She replied to him and smirked, knowing he would get a kick out of that response.

  At times, she wished Brandon’s band, Wicked End, was not so famous. It made him go away for long periods. He had spent most of the last few months in California, and she had not had the time for more than one visit. However, he was living his dream. A dream she had supported since they were teenagers. She was his only groupie for a while. He had thousands at that point, which she did not like to think about.

  The first time he left for California, she cried. She swore the lure of fame would change him, and he would never come back. He assured her they would stay just as close. She knew he would be back at least for his mom, but she didn’t think she had as strong a hold on him. He proved her wrong, time after time. He always returned and blew her mind in bed, just after soothing her heart. She lived for those days, the ones where there was nothing but them.

  Brandon had told her the story of his band’s beginning. It was not something that happened every day. The original members of Wicked End, Jake Thompson, Nestor Ortiz, Austin Reese, Scott Mason and Chico Rivera, met at the NAMM show in Anaheim, California eight years before. All of them were in different bands that were starting to or had already failed. They decided to form a new band and stay in California. Touring non-stop with anyone who would have them, helped establish them as an opening band. Two years later, Nestor, the lead guitarist went into rehab then quit.

  They found Brandon when they saw him playing in a video online. Scott, the bassist, posted a comment. That led to a long conversation about what they both wanted in life. Brandon had the same goals as the rest of the band, so they offered him Nestor’s spot.

  It was the reason Brandon was much younger than the rest of the band at 27, a year older than Mackenzie was. Once he joined, their careers went in a slightly different direction. He was more creative and talented than Nestor. He also wrote their first single to air on mainstream radio, “The Fires of Hell.” That got them signed to a major record label and changed everything for them.

  When he told Mackenzie the band’s name, she assumed they got it from the Avenged Sevenfold song, “The Wicked End,” but they hadn’t. It was because Nestor said the word “wicked” constantly. The original name was Wicked Ending, but they shortened it when Nestor left.

  Meanwhile, Brandon Knight sat on the couch in his living room, awaiting her reply. There was a football game on the widescreen television mounted to the opposite wall, but he didn’t even know the score. The large house was lonely with just him in it. He was glad Mackenzie could share it with him for a few hours.

  A guitar on his lap, he played a song he wrote for her on his last tour. She had never heard it, and he hoped she never found out it was about her. He had poured his heart into it on an emotional day, but it told exactly how he felt about her. Hearing Jake sing it in his head, he closed his eyes.

  His phone chirped and jolted him back to reality. He took a deep breath and read the message.

  Yes. Can’t wait to rip your fucking clothes off.

  He laughed. She was always super raunchy and kinky as hell.

  A day 12 years earlier came to mind as it often did. She was the first girl he fucked without a condom, and it was unforgettable. That day, they promised to always make time for each other. He kept that promise even while he pursued a music career. She was his number one.

  If she only knew he wanted more than sex, more than friendship. He wanted her to be his. Knowing how she felt about dating and love, he was sure it was an impossible dream. She had gotten so deep inside of him; he had trouble breathing without her. He never expected it to happen, but somehow, serious feelings developed. He wished he could find a way to show her that dating wasn’t so bad. She didn’t have to end up grieving like her mother did.

  The last few months without her made him see how much he truly cared for her. He looked forward to her calls and texted her about everything. The guys in his band thought she was his girlfriend anyway, so not much would change for him. He had to break her fear of heartbreak. If he had a way to show her how he felt or make her feel what he did, he would. After the pending tour ended, maybe they could spend a few weeks together. That could do it. He noticed the more time they spent together, the closer they became.

  Maybe that was why he missed her so much. Their last get together was in California. She had come for a long weekend, meeting him at the recording studio. After four days together, he almost broke down when she left. He had never reacted like that before. What would happen if we spent a week together?

  Chapter Two

  “Are you almost here?” Mackenzie asked as she watched the plane approach the terminal in Baltimore. “I know we’re early.”

  Brandon smiled as he shifted into third gear. “Yeah, I’m close. We only got four hours, really?”

  “I’m sorry. I know it’s been months. When I get a week off, I’ll meet you somewhere on the road, OK?” Just the thought of fucking while the tour bus was moving was getting her wet. It was something they had never done before.

  “You know I’d love that, but the rest of the band would hate it. They got a rule about no chicks staying on the bus.”

  “So… then check the schedule, and let me know when you’ll be somewhere for a while. We can rent a hotel room and fuck for days.” She smiled, thinking about feeling his body against hers.

  “Mmmm, oh damn. I got a hard-on already.” The memory of them screwing in the teacher’s lounge in their junior year of high school came to mind. It was worth the suspension. “I wanna bend you over a table again.” He loved fucking her in dangerous places.

  The plane came to a stop, and the people around Mackenzie started to get their carryon luggage. “I gotta go, baby.” He meant more to her than she was willing to admit, even to herself.

  Brandon smiled widely because he liked the pet name she called him at times. “See you in a few.”

  A sigh escaped his lips when the bluetooth disconnected. He missed how it was before college ended, and they saw each other daily. They knew each other since middle school and had always spent a great deal of time together. He also missed her incredible blowjobs. She had been his fallback girl throughout most of high school and college. Then they got even closer as she helped him through something he did not like to think about often.

  When she left for grad school, he expected it all to end, but was glad when she was back within three months. She tackled him to the floor as soon as she stepped foot in his apartment. She tore his clothes off and rode him hard until he came, deep inside of her. He liked that he was the only one allowed to go bareback with her.

  The first time he fucked her without a condom ran through his head.
He was 15, and they hadn’t so much as kissed yet. Her paranoid mom had put her on birth control, and the only other girl he had fucked was a virgin. That meant there was no need for protection in his eyes.

  Alone at his house, they watched a movie in the living room. His attraction to Mackenzie had gotten stronger. They were still young, but connected so deeply, he yearned for more, physically at least. His arm nonchalantly settled on her shoulders.

  She turned to him, blushing. Suddenly, he leaned towards her and kissed her, unable to stop himself. He knocked her to her back, his tongue testing her willingness. When she opened her mouth, he closed his eyes and pressed his body to hers, swirling his tongue around hers.

  “Please, Kenzie.” Another kiss then a gasp. He rubbed his stiff cock into her crotch, wishing she didn’t have shorts on. “I need you.” Rational thoughts were not possible. His hormones were raging. “Just a quick fuck, OK?”

  When she didn’t reply, he started to kiss her neck. He didn’t have much real life experience, but had seen plenty of movies and watched a lot of porn. He licked her ear and smiled when she moaned. Her body was reacting fast. He felt heat against his groin.

  “You want me. I feel it.” He groaned and ground his hips against her again. “Please, I want you so bad.” Her nod of assent made his heart jump. “God, Kenzie.”

  He tugged his jean shorts open. Once his cock was loose, he looked down. Mackenzie wasn’t undressing. She looked nervous.

  “I won’t tell anyone,” he vowed and pulled her shorts down, finding no panties. He smirked. “Nice.” Not bothering to look her over, he tossed her clothes to the floor. “Spread your legs.” He felt her body trembling as she did as told. “You sure about this?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He excitedly lay on top of her and pressed his cock to her entrance. Laying his head down next to hers, he pushed his hips forward. He was shocked to meet a lot of resistance. Then he looked into her eyes and saw pain. He had no idea she was a virgin.