“Hey.” Austin put a hand on Scott’s shaking arm. “He’s not unreasonable. He’ll be a bit pissed, but you didn’t hurt her, did you?” Scott made a face that told he had. “Oh, wow, what did you do, fuck her dry?”
Scott pursed his lips. “I guess, but when she told me it hurt I got her wet and started fucking again. If she let me do it for just one more minute… I woulda fucking came. She was so damn tight.”
“OK, so we got two problems. You got blue balls, and Brandon’s gonna kill you, right?”
Scott nodded. “Unless you can help me tell him in a gentle way, please?”
Austin leaned back and thought it over. They had to make it seem like an accident or getting caught up in the moment kinda thing, or maybe… “How soon before you fucked her did she take her meds?” He remembered her doctor saying one of them had hormonal-like side effects. They all had heard her crying and accusing Brandon of lying and not loving her, as if she were delirious.
“Um, I think maybe ten minutes, no, wait, like twenty. It took her a while to make it this far.” Scott smiled. “Did you see her walking today? She got so much better.”
Austin studied his face. “You fucking like her, don’t you?” He breathed deeply, trying not to yell again. “Brandon’s in love with her. If he knew, there’s no way he’d forgive you.”
“Wait a minute.” Scott tried to explain. “This morning has nothing to do with that. She was sucking my fucking dick, man. I didn’t ask her to, she just opened my jeans and…” A sound made him look up. Shit, Brandon!
“Hey, thanks for taking care of her this morning.” Brandon walked towards them smiling. “She said you were great, Scott.”
Heat rose up from Scott’s neck. “Yeah, thanks.” He looked to Austin who had stood up, breakfast in hand.
“I’m gonna go eat inside.” Austin glared at Scott, eyebrows up. “Maybe you guys should talk.”
Brandon sighed. He knew something was up with Mackenzie, and it seemed Scott had that same guilty look on his face. “Can you make sure she doesn’t overdo it, please?”
Austin nodded. “Sure. I’ll do the dishes, so she doesn’t try to.”
He walked inside and found her on a couch between Jake and Jesse. She had no idea how much time Jesse spent alone with her while they were on stage. Jesse obviously felt close to her. He was normally shy, and they were laughing together.
Jesse was funnier than Mackenzie expected. He told joke after joke, making her laugh so hard, it hurt a bit and tears were running down her cheeks. It was the first time she remembered speaking to him, for more than a few seconds. Then he touched her hand. She pulled it back, nervously.
“I’m sorry.” Jesse’s breath quickened as his anxiety grew. “When you cried in your sleep, you liked me holding your hand.”
Her eyes opened wide, “What did you do to me while I was sleeping?” She turned to him, angrily.
“Shit!” Austin put his plate down and hurried to her. She looked like she was about to slug Jesse. “No. Don’t.” He grabbed her fist while Jesse covered his face. “Hey, he just watched over you. We had to leave you with someone. It’s not like we have a woman on the crew. We trust him.”
Jesse put his hands down. “I shouldn’t have grabbed your hand, but you’re crying again. I felt like I should be there for you. Sometimes you had nightmares when you were on the higher dosage of meds. I won’t do it again.”
Mackenzie looked around. Everyone was staring. She could sense she had been wrong about Jesse. “I’m sorry. I’m a bit jumpy today.” Her emotions were still all over the place. She felt bad she had almost hit him and threw her arms around him.
Nervously, Jesse held her as well. Then he shut his eyes tightly, because his cock started to harden. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and she smelled so good.
Brandon heard Mackenzie shout at someone, but then everything was quiet again. He was sitting next to Scott. They had not talked about anything but the show that night. “What’s up with you today? You’re acting all freaked out.”
“Uh… well…” Scott looked around to be sure they were alone. “You know when Mackenzie takes her meds in the morning she acts kinda weird?”
Brandon sighed. “Yeah, sometimes she says stuff that hurts.”
“Um, so, this morning, I gave them to her.” Scott was getting more nervous by the second. “She thought I said you cheated on her. Then she was blowing me. I’m so sorry. Don’t be mad, please.”
Shocked, Brandon didn’t move. “So that’s it?” He felt like Scott was leaving something out.
“No.” Scott waited for a response, but got none. “My balls were hurting. I’m such a dick.”
“What the fuck’d you do, Scott?”
Nervously, Scott blurted it out, “I fucked her. Man, I’m so sorry. She got me so worked up, and I couldn’t control myself. I fucked up big time. Please, forgive me. If I could do it again, I would’ve stopped myself. I don’t know what got into me. I stopped when I realized she didn’t mean to come on to me. She got so upset after. I’m so sorry.”
Brandon got to his feet and paced for a minute, unsure how to deal with it. He could imagine exactly how it happened. He knew Mackenzie could get Scott into a frenzy within minutes, to a point where there’s no turning back. He had been in that same place time and time again. Once she decided she was getting in your pants, you had no choice.
“Fuckin’ A!” Brandon shouted, wishing he could call Scott an asshole and punch his lights out. His best friend could never fuck him over. “Did you at least use a condom?”
“No.”
“Did you fucking cum in her again?”
“No.” Scott put his hands up. “I swear I never came. I stopped.” He groaned softly, his balls aching. “And she didn’t either. It was kinda weird. She wanted me then suddenly, she didn’t.”
Brandon rubbed his hands over his face, frustrated. I haven’t been inside her at all this week, and he just goes and fucks her. “That’s the meds,” he assured Scott. “She can’t think rationally sometimes. Glad she’s almost done with them.”
“So you’re not mad?” Scott searched his face, seeing a variety of emotions.
Brandon glared at him. “Hell yeah, I’m mad, but I know what’s she’s like. I’ve never been able to resist her either. Even when we were someplace we could get caught.”
“Yeah, I remember convincing the captain we were filming a movie.”
Scott laughed, as the scene in Fort Lauderdale flashed before his eyes. They were on a dinner cruise in March. It was dark out and many of the passengers were outside looking at the waterfront mansions. Brandon was behind Mackenzie. She kept rubbing against him. Then Scott’s eyes bugged out when she took his dick out and slid it between her legs. Scott and Jake both filmed them as they fucked quietly.
A smile crossed Brandon’s face. “Yeah, she had me so crazy, if I didn’t fuck her I would’ve screamed.” Then he met Scott’s gaze. “Oh, right… just like this morning. Can we just forget about this and not let it happen again?”
Letting out a sigh of relief, Scott finally relaxed. “Definitely.”
“Brandon!” Austin shouted from inside. “She won’t sit back down!”
Chapter Twenty Seven
“I want you to wear the tight black dress I got you in Montreal.” Brandon was sorting through his clothes, looking for his Master of the Puppets T-shirt. They arranged a surprise for Scott that night.
Mackenzie opened the second closet and found the dress hanging next to Brandon’s favorite jacket. She checked the bottom shelf for shoes. “Stilettos too?
“Hell yes!” He groaned while his cock stirred. They still hadn’t had sex yet, because they had been so busy. It had been almost a week. He was dying for it. “No panties.” He thought about his plan for the night and grinned.
Most of the crew was inside the amphitheater, so Brandon was surprised to find Rafe and Antonio in the back lounge, when they had finished showering. Since they were set desi
gners, there was no need for them yet. The start of the show was still two hours away. They were the third band after the openers.
Unsure, Mackenzie laid her dress on the free couch and glanced at Brandon. “Should I change in the bathroom?” It was full of steam. She hated dressing in that environment.
Brandon didn’t see why she was being shy, since everyone had seen her at least partly naked. “If they touch you, they die, and they know it.” He stared them both down for a few seconds.
“I’m staying right here.” Rafe put his hands in his pockets. “Do what you gotta do.”
Antonio looked from Mackenzie to Brandon a few times. “Can I at least look? The groupies balk when they hear I’m not in the band.”
Brandon laughed. “You should do what Mike and Pepe do. Tell them you can get them in Jake’s pants. They always fall for that.” He pursed his lips together when he saw the angry look on Mackenzie’s face. “Sorry, but they’re really gullible. You wouldn’t believe that, would you?”
“No.” She had no idea they lied to the girls who adored them. “Do you lie to fans too?”
He opened his mouth, but stopped himself. “Why? Would that bother you?”
“I don’t know.” She fidgeted, unsure if she could handle him pretending to like a girl so he could fuck her. “What do you lie to them about?”
He smiled. “Mostly about wanting them. I usually think of you when I get head or…” He looked into her eyes and saw heartbreak. “I don’t tell them I like them or wanna be with them. I swear. You’re the only woman in my heart. I promise you.”
“He fakes it a lot,” Rafe added. “He lets girls think they’re getting to him while he rolls his eyes at us. He doesn’t have to lie to them. They assume.”
Mackenzie took a step towards Brandon. “I don’t mean to be jealous.” She lowered her voice when he hugged her body to his. “I just don’t want them thinking they can have you to themselves.”
“There’s nothing you can do about that.” He kissed her forehead. “They don’t mean anything to me. You do.”
She laid her head on his shoulder. “You know back home, it’s the same with my friends.” She felt him stiffen. “Baby, it’s all gonna change. I promised you. If you want we could have a threesome with the guy you choose for me.”
“I don’t wanna talk about it now, please.”
She let out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”
“Ssshhh, no more sorrys, just…” He almost said love, but wasn’t sure how she would react to him telling her how he really felt about her. “…just us.” He held her for another minute then whispered, “I have to get moving. I promised Tommy I would make time to talk about the next tour.”
Mackenzie pulled away and opened her towel, her back to the other men. She felt eyes on her and smiled. She shook her ass as she shimmied it over her body. A soft gasp told her it was working. She tried not to laugh, but let out a short one.
“You little devil.” Brandon softly snickered. “Stop teasing them.”
She gave him an evil grin. “I’m having fun.”
He watched her move it lower, slowly. He shook his head, knowing they were going crazy. His cock had swelled to its full size as she danced around. While breathing heavily, he bit his lip.
Antonio grabbed his crotch, trying not to get hard, but it was just about too late. Her hips swayed back and forth, as she slowly revealed her bare ass. He groaned. Then the towel landed in his lap.
She looked over her shoulder at the two wild-eyed men who looked like they were about to explode. With a look of lust, she sucked on her thumb. Then she turned and bent down, giving them full view of her pussy.
“It’s not like we’re fucking.” She giggled, hoping they would start jerking off. She liked to watch that. Just the thought of it turned her on.
Brandon winked at Antonio as he pulled out his dick. Quietly he moved behind Mackenzie. When she wiggled her ass again, he grabbed her and shoved his cock into her pussy, finding her very wet. “Now we’re fucking.” He groaned and gave her a deep stroke. “Fucking love this pussy.”
Rafe couldn’t stand just watching anymore. He stood up and opened his own pants. While he caressed his shaft, he wished she would suck his cock. He debated on getting up on the couch and pushing it into her mouth, but Brandon would kick his ass. He had seen Brandon fight. He usually won.
Pulling back and ramming back into her, Brandon moaned loudly. She had put her hands on the couch, so she stayed on her feet. He was able to get in deeper because of it.
“Can I watch them, please?”
Brandon was shocked by the request, although she had told him she liked to see a man enjoying watching them. “Uh, OK.” He turned his head as he pumped into her quickly. “Come jack off in front of her. She wants to see.”
Antonio looked at Rafe, eyes opened wide. “Is he serious?”
“I don’t care. I wanna watch her tits.”
Mackenzie grinned when they settled down on either side of her, dicks in their hands. Then she sighed when Brandon shifted his hips and started rubbing her sweet spot. She gasped, hands balling into fists. When a finger grazed her clit, her back arched, and her eyes closed.
“Oh, God, Brandon… Uh… uh… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” A powerful orgasm rocked her to the very core. She fell forward a bit, getting unsteady. When she moved to get back in position, one hand landed on each man’s leg. “Sorry.” She tried to maneuver away from them, but her hands were held in place.
“No, stay just like that, the angle feels so fucking good.” Brandon groaned and thrust faster. Her public bone scraped over his dick with each stroke. It sent shivers throughout his whole body. “Damn, I missed your pussy.”
She gripped their thighs, screaming while her body tensed and shook. The position was just as good for her. Each move Brandon made created a shockwave inside of her. It was so overwhelming, she couldn’t think.
Rafe alternated watching her breasts sway and Brandon’s cock plunging in and out of her, while he tried to make himself cum. “Can I suck her tit, man?”
“Hands… off!” Brandon brokenly shouted, squeezing her hips and grinding into her deeply. “Just… watch.” His head went back as the pleasure built. “Fuck, Tink…” He began thrusting hard, the end imminent. Seconds later, he cried out and held her hips tightly. When his load was spent, he looked down, and his mouth dropped. Rafe was cumming on Mackenzie’s chest. “What the fuck?”
Mackenzie felt the first spurt land on her skin. Her eyes followed the source. “You dick!” She quickly slapped him across the face, hard.
Covering his dick, Rafe let the rest hit his palm. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it.” He handed her a wad of tissues from the box on a shelf behind the couch.
Brandon smiled, loving that she took care of herself. He didn’t have to do anything. Rafe knew he was wrong. He turned to a soft groan. Antonio’s eyes rolled back while he held his dick in his shirt.
“OK, now leave.” Brandon wanted her to himself. Once they were alone, he took her in his arms. “I’m so glad you feel better.”
She smiled. “Me too. That nap helped even more. I feel like myself again.”
“Don’t push it, though. Please.” He kissed her lips. “The last thing you need is a relapse. I want you to sit and relax for most of the show. I got them setting up a special spot for you.” He winked. “Very special.”
Scott had just come back from his trip to a local music store with Daniel and Jeff. When their truck had to stop short and the back fishtailed, one of the power amps had gotten smashed, and a large speaker crushed the extra box of strings. Replacing both was a no-brainer. They were important.
“Hey, man!” Tommy shouted and clapped Scott on the back, backstage. “We gotta hang out this time. After the show in Michigan I took this set of twins to a hotel room and woke up happy as shit the next day.”
Scott laughed. “Damn, why didn’t you invite me?”
“If I knew how wild those chicks were gonna be, I woulda.�
�� Tommy looked around the hallway. “Where’s your dressing room? I wanna meet Mackenzie. Brandon told me this crazy story of them on a boat. Damn, she sounds like fun.” In Michigan, he had seen her, but then she disappeared.
“She is,” Scott whispered too low to hear.
Austin came down the hall and smiled at Scott. He had been looking for him. “Tommy, what’s up?” He put a hand on Scott’s shoulder. “Where you been, man?” His lips came as close to his ear as he dared in public. “It’s on tonight.”
Scott grinned, knowing that meant Austin found a young man for them to break in. He enjoyed nervous virgins, at least in the anal sense. The day was brightening already.
Brandon stood outside the open bathroom door. Mackenzie was showering again. “You almost done?”
“Yes.” She had pinned her hair up, only wanting to clean up what was necessary. She knew Brandon had a time problem. She turned off the water. “Can you get me a towel? I left mine inside.”
He grabbed a clean one from the rack and opened the stall’s door. “You sure you’re still OK?” She was leaning on the wall. “You look tired.”
“Thanks.”
He put the towel over her shoulders. “If you need to rest, I’ll have Jesse stay with you again.” He carefully stepped into the stall and held her. “Don’t push it for me. We play again tomorrow.”
“I just needed a minute,” she admitted. “You took a lot out of me.”
He exhaled slowly. “I realize that. I should’ve help you in here. You’re exhausted.” His phone vibrated in his pocket. With one hand, he found it was Chico.
Our set’s delayed, power outage, in-house crew’s scrambling to fix it.
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