He pursed his lips and turned onto his back. “Kenzie, don’t cry, please.” He hugged her and pulled her to lie on top of him. “I wanted you to have a good time.”
“But… but…” She was almost choking on her sobs. “But… you… I… hurt you.” She clung to him, an overwhelming pain within her. “I’m so sorry.”
He let her cry for a while. Once she started to settle down, he kissed the top of her head. “I’m OK, but can we talk about this?”
“Yeah.” She sniffled and fisted his shirt in her hands. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know. I know, Tink.” He cradled her head. “When I opened that door and saw Chico ramming his dick in you, I thought I was gonna die.” He took a few breaths. “I guess I was more pissed, or jealous. I don’t even know. I never felt that way before.” He tilted his head up, not able to control his mouth. “I’m sorry too. I shoulda been honest, but you enjoyed it.”
Mackenzie took in a shaky breath. It was killing her that she really did enjoy it. “I’m such a horrible friend.” Then another round of sobs took over.
Brandon didn’t know what to do. She felt worse than he did. The only thing he could do was talk. “No more, please. Just me and you for the rest of the trip, OK?”
She nodded, but couldn’t talk.
“I’ll tell the guys tomorrow.” He wrapped his arms around her tighter and waited for her to calm again. As soon as her body relaxed he whispered, “Hey.” He took her face in his hands and made her look at him. “At least we got to make some of that list real.” He forced a smile. “It was all worth making your fantasies come true.” He kissed her lips. “And I’d do it for you again in a heartbeat.”
Her eyes may have still held tears, but she grinned slightly. “Thanks.”
“Let’s go to bed.”
Chapter Ten
While everyone else was getting off the tour bus in Vancouver, Brandon decided against waking Mackenzie. He held her body against his as close as possible. They had talked for an hour more in bed before falling into a deep, restful sleep. Besides needing the sleep, he needed to hold her a bit longer. The day was going to be busy. They would have little time together. He pulled the strands of hair away from her face and kissed her tear-stained cheek. Their talk had healed and hurt.
It grew eerily quiet. Then he knew the bus was empty. He wanted to make love to Mackenzie. She needed to be treasured, not fucked. Then the thought of everyone else’s semen inside her made him close his eyes. He couldn’t make it special until he got that thought out of his head.
“Brandon, Brandon…” Mackenzie sounded frantic.
He grabbed her tight. “I’m here, Tink.”
Her eyes opened slowly, and she saw the small space of the bunk around them. She was relieved it had only been a dream. “Are we there yet?” She shifted a little, her ass brushing against his morning erection.
“Um, yeah… Uh… stop that.”
“Why?” She smirked, knowing he normally loved when she did that to him.
Then she understood, as if she could read his mind. Their talk came to her. He was reluctant to touch her sexually. She had to get the images that were bothering him off his mind. Slowly she turned over and kissed his lips, before reaching into his pajama pants and stroking his cock.
All thoughts were gone from Brandon’s head as soon as their lips touched. He needed her, needed to cum in her. His kisses got stronger as his tongue danced in her mouth. He cock was aching for her pussy.
Then suddenly, Mackenzie pulled back. His mouth opened to ask her why, but then she scooted down the bed. “Don’t get up, please,” he begged her. Then he groaned as her lips wrapped around his dick. “Oh, God!”
She held back the smile as she slowly took him in deeper. When she had his whole length down her throat, she moaned. He gasped in response. She drew back and sucked him hard while caressing his testicles. Her tongue slid along the underside while she went down and up again. Then she ran it slowly around, tracing the rim then across the opening. Quickly, she sucked him into her throat again, one hand firmly at the base the other traveling.
“Fuck, Tink!” He could feel the tightening in his balls already.
His eyes drifted closed, enveloped in incredible pleasure. She was putting pressure behind his sack as her mouth bobbed quickly, yet it felt so tight. He knew he wasn’t going to last no matter how hard he tried. She just knew him too well. He moaned as she sucked and pulled roughly on the head again with her lips. He loved that. Good thing she couldn’t lick his ass, or he would blow his load in seconds.
Mackenzie’s pussy was wet. She loved the sounds he made during a blowjob. She rarely let that be the entirety of their encounter. Before he came, she usually jumped on top of him and fucked him hard. The need within grew as he groaned loudly. She shifted her position to tighten her grip on his shaft while continuing the pressure between his legs. Then she sucked harder and moved faster, trying to urge his semen out.
When her tongue circled the head and then flicked the underside, Brandon’s hips thrust forward. He couldn’t stop it. She was doing it on purpose, he was sure of it. She pushed just a bit harder, kneading that super sensitive place while sucking with all her might. That was it.
“Shit!” he almost screamed then his throbbing cock exploded.
Mackenzie was glad it worked. She wanted him to get relief, while they were alone. Each burst that filled her mouth tasted just as good as the last and she swallowed them quickly, looking up at him the whole time. He couldn’t see her though. His eyes were unfocused, and his mouth was wide open.
When Brandon was finally able to breathe normally, he felt his slackening dick fall from her mouth. Then her body was in his arms again. He held her head to his shoulder. “You’re so fucking amazing.”
Minutes later, they heard, “Dude, wake up.” Then the curtain opened all the way. Jake appeared. “We got shit to do.”
Brandon turned onto his back and looked at him, a huge grin plastered on his face. “I was doing something.”
Mackenzie licked her lips. “Yeah, so was I.”
“Morning blowjob, damn. No fucking fair,” Jake groaned. “How come I never get girls to do that?”
Brandon laughed. “ ’Cause you don’t let them stick around long enough. Sending them on their way after you cum is kinda cold, you know.”
“Girlfriends want a commitment, and I ain’t into that. Your girl isn’t like the others. She gets you can’t wait for her.” Jake’s eyebrows rose. “She knows, right?”
Mackenzie quelled the jealous feeling and laid her head on Brandon’s belly. “He’s free to fuck whoever he wants when I’m not around.” She ran a hand over his still exposed cock. “As long as he keeps it covered.”
“Fuck, you’re so damn lucky.” Jake sighed. “If I ever find a chick like you, I’m holding onto her too.” He looked down the hall for a few seconds. “We’re unloading, so get your asses up.”
When he was gone, she ran a hand up to Brandon’s cheek. “They think I’m your girlfriend, don’t they?”
His face turned bright red, knowing she was right. “Well, kinda.” He didn’t know another way to explain their relationship or how important she was to him. “What we got is complicated.”
“That it is.” She kissed his lips softly. “And special.” Then she laid her body on top of his, her thigh pressing against his partial erection. “You want more, don’t you?” She leered at him, hoping he was okay with sex at that point. His dick getting harder told him how much he wanted her.
He thought she meant out of their relationship, referring to him calling her his girlfriend. He didn’t know how to answer her without saying he felt so much more for her than he admitted to even himself. “Maybe,” was all he came up with.
“Should we try something different?” She didn’t catch his confusion. She straddled his hips and lifted up, bumping her head. “Ouch, damn this bunk.”
Brandon realized she was just horny, not saying their relat
ionship should change. He rubbed her head and held her again. “Tonight we’ll find a private place to fuck, okay?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She ran her tongue over Brandon’s right ear, flicking the bar at the top. Then she sucked on the lobe, playing with the hoops with her tongue. He let out a sigh, and she went on to the other side, doing the same. When she tugged on the two hoops in that ear, he let out a soft moan.
“Now guys!” Jake bellowed from the front of the bus.
A loud groan passed Brandon’s lips, and he grabbed her ass. “I have to get moving. You can go back to sleep if you want. I’ll ask the guys to be quiet.”
She kissed his lips. “I’d much rather…” She slid her pussy over his cock. “…have this inside me, just a quickie, please?”
“Stop tempting him.” Jake grabbed Mackenzie and pulled her off Brandon. “This is why no chicks on the bus… Distractions.”
She struggled to get out of his grasp, but her feet were far from the floor, and her hands were pinned. “Let go, Jake.”
“Maybe if I can fuck you again, I’ll forgive you.” Jake lifted her nightshirt.
Brandon jumped down to the floor. “Put her the fuck down, or you’re gonna regret it. The deal’s over!”
Jake set her down. “You’re no fun when she’s around.” Then he walked towards the door, his boots clomping loudly.
Brandon immediately pulled Mackenzie to him. “I’m sorry he’s such an ass.” He hoped Jake didn’t plan on acting that way for the entire week.
“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Go do what you gotta do.”
He smiled. She always understood, no matter what. “We have a radio interview with a meet and greet then… um, I think a magazine wants to interview us too before going to the arena. It’s gonna be a busy day.” He looked into her eyes. “I’ll find at least an hour to spend with you. I promise.”
“Can I tag along?”
His eyes opened wide. “Um… Uh…”
“That would keep the groupies away, huh?” Jealousy was coming to the surface.
Brandon felt it. “No. I meant the girls would… they…” He took a deep breath. “Once Chico brought Cassandra to an event, and a fan tore her dress when they found out she was his girl. Well, they didn’t know she’s one of his harem.”
She smiled at him calling it a harem, but then sighed. She understood why he was reluctant. “They get vicious?”
“Sometimes with each other,” Brandon said. “In Miami last year, two girls had an all-out catfight over Jake. He only wanted two girls, but three had been vying for his attention. He chose one of them, and the other two started to claw at each other. Security had to throw them both out.”
She looked into his eyes. “I can pretend to be part of your crew.”
“Doing what?” He tried not to laugh, but failed. “You don’t know electronics, or how to tune a guitar, and you can’t lift speakers or anything.”
She closed her eyes. Brandon laughing at her idea hurt. “I don’t know.” She fought the silly tears welling up. “I can… maybe I can...”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, clutching her tight.
She got herself together. “How about your publicist, or manager’s assistant?”
He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. “You really wanna go that bad?”
“Yes. I missed you.”
He gave her a brief kiss on the lips. “Then we’ll work something out.” He slapped her ass, hard, getting a shout in reply. “Now be a good girl and let me get to work.” He dressed quickly and headed outside.
Before heading to the shower, Mackenzie checked her phone. She had two texts. The first was from Jeremy, a new lover of hers. She frowned at the message.
Can we get together tonight?
With a scowl, she replied,
I told you how this works. I will contact you if I need you. You do not contact me, ever. Last chance.
That was how she ran her sex life. She was in charge. The next text was from Sasha. Her lips formed a lustful grin. He was the only exception, but he earned it. Sasha had serious stamina and a thick nine-inch cock that kept her sated for days. He was also the only one she socialized with. They had met at her office, when he had opened an account with her. They went out for drinks, stumbled to her place, and it was sealed.
Hey, sexy. I got something growing in my pants for you.
She blushed slightly, as if someone else could read it. She missed it if they didn’t fuck for a week. Although, it was not in the same way she missed Brandon. She typed her reply with a smile.
Mmmm, wish I was there to suck it. I was traveling when the storm hit. I’m on the bus with Brandon and the guys. I’ll text you when I get home. Then you can fuck me till I beg for mercy.
She turned her phone over and looked at the custom cover Brandon gave to her that matched his. It was black and had Wicked End’s logo on it. It attracted many questions. Perfect strangers would ask, “Where did you get that?” She always smiled and told them, “Brandon.”
Jake was outside directing, as usual. He felt as front man, he didn’t have to do grunt work. When he saw Brandon, he scowled. He was already sick of Mackenzie causing delays, and it had only been one day.
“She better not get in the way again,” Jake shouted to Brandon. “The no-chicks rule is for a good reason!”
Brandon rolled his eyes. He knew why Jake imposed it on them. It was because of his last band, Means to an End, where he was the bassist. The drummer insisted on his wife coming on tour with them. None of them minded, but she was a total bitch. She complained about everything, wouldn’t let them fuck on the bus and banned alcohol in her presence. By the time the tour was over, they were at each other’s throats, ready to throw in the towel. It was what led to Jake leave the band. That was also the reason he wanted to be the singer, so he was in charge.
“She’s not gonna turn into Broadzilla, Jake,” Brandon assured him. “And I swear if she starts to drive all of you crazy, I’ll send her to Baltimore.”
Chico huffed as he put down a heavy speaker. “You know she’s cool. It’ll be nice hanging out with her. Jake, stop being a dick.”
“Shut up, Chico!” Jake was not in a good mood.
Austin jumped down from the truck. “No fistfights today! Jake, go get a blowjob or something. You’re too pissy to be any help.”
Jake turned to scan the girls screaming at them from beyond a metal barricade that surrounded the parking lot. Angelo, Justin and Mark, who were all security, stood nearby waiting for one of them to break the perimeter. He nodded at Justin, who followed them to the girls. The girls got even louder.
Brandon shook his head. He knew what was coming next. Just as expected, Jake lifted a gorgeous blonde over the railing and led her back to the bus entrance. Shaking his head, Brandon got to work. They had a lot of stuff to unload and set up. The first night was always more complicated.
Mackenzie had just turned off the water in the shower when she heard a high-pitched giggle. She wrapped a towel around her and peeked into the hallway. Jake was undressing a woman as he pulled her to the back. Brandon had told her, Jake had a habit of making groupies get naked anywhere he saw fit, including the front lounge while others were around. No wonder they all called him a dog.
She watched them enter the back room and leave the door open. Jake lifted her up and tossed her on the couch, making her bounce a bit while she giggled. Then he lifted her skirt and tore her panties off while she opened his pants.
“I need it rough today.” He smirked and tugged his pants down a bit. He debated on wearing a condom or not, but the last thing he needed was a fan telling the tabloids he impregnated her. He was not ready for kids. “Play with yourself and get that pussy good and wet.” He turned and winked at Mackenzie. “Wanna join us? She can suck my cum outta your pussy.”
“Wow, you’re huge.” The girl watched Jake roll on a condom. “How come you need a condom with me and not with her?”
“Shut up and spread you
r legs, you nosy bitch.” Jake shrugged and knelt on the couch. “Hold on, this is gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Mackenzie hurried to get her clothes on, but she wasn’t fast enough to miss the girl’s cry of pain. She knew exactly why and was glad so many of Brandon’s friends were there to tame Jake with her. As she pulled jeans on, she heard slapping and screeches.
“Stop smacking my ass! That hurts!”
Jake stared into her eyes. “If you don’t like it, some other chick will. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Then shut up.”
Mackenzie rushed off the bus, not wanting to witness any more. She couldn’t really stand Jake before, and the feeling got worse with each passing second. Standing in front of the bus’ door, she watched the organized unload. Everyone was working as a team while several men stood outside the circle, arms folded across their chests.
“Can I help?” she shouted to Brandon as he carried a roll of cables to the back door of the arena.
He was surprised to see her so soon. “Um, ask Pepe, he’s on the truck.”
She took a deep breath and walked in that direction. “Pepe…” She waited until he poked his head out. “I wanna help.”
Pepe laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No. I can hold my own.” She scowled. “I can lift about 50 pounds.”
He shook his head. “Sure you can.” He looked around and smirked. He figured that if he gave her something heavy, she would give up quickly. “Here, take this to Jason.” That was their sound engineer. He handed her a 40-pound mixer.
Mackenzie saw by the way he had lifted it that it was not light and had prepared for the weight. She bent her knees a bit just as she took it from him. Without struggling, she carried it to Jason, who stood in the middle of the floor, inside. Several roadies of multiple bands stared at her with their mouths open. Only one band had a female crewmember. She only ran wires. At least that was what she had been told.
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