Wicked End

by Bella Jeanisse

  Brandon looked down. He had a hard time finding shoes anywhere he went. “Thanks.” After paying, he pulled his band’s shirt out of the bag. “Do you got a marker?”

  Nate searched under the counter and came up with a black one. “Here.”

  “Perfect.” Brandon laid the white shirt on the counter and wrote, “To Nate, thanks for all your help, Brandon Knight.” With a smile, he handed the shirt over to Nate. “This is for being a cool kid. Thanks.”

  Speechless, Nate stared at the autographed tee. He had not expected it. “Uh, um, thanks, man.” His hands shook. “I don’t know what else to say.”

  “You don’t have to say nothing.” Brandon lightly punched his arm. “It’s just payback for finding what I needed.” He paused then pulled out his phone. “Gimmie your phone number, and I’ll get you tickets to the show in October.”

  Nate’s mouth dropped. The concert was sold out. “No way! You’re shitting me?”

  “No joke. I got a bunch.”

  Brandon soon left the mall with everything he needed, including a new black fedora and an extra pair of Oakley sunglasses. As soon as he had stowed it all in the trunk, his phone buzzed. He hoped it was Mackenzie, but she was probably busy.

  “What’s up, Scott?”

  Scott was lying on the couch in the back lounge alone, with his dick in his hand. No way in the world would he admit he wanted one of his closest friends to help him cum. “I’m just watching TV.” The television was on, but he had no idea what was playing on it. “Where are you?” He slowly stroked himself, dying to hear Brandon’s deep voice.

  “Just got done shopping at the mall.” Brandon sat in the car and opened the windows. “Sorry I been AWOL, but we’ve been busy.”

  Scott held in a moan as his mouth opened wide. He was imagining Brandon’s hand around his thick shaft. “Yeah, busy nailing Kenzie I bet.” His back arched slightly, while he jerked harder. “Tell me what you did to her last night.”

  Brandon grinned. He knew Scott liked to hear details sometimes. “I met one of her fuck buddies. The guy was terrified of me at first.” He could hear soft sounds, as if someone was fucking nearby, “Hey, you on the bus?”

  His breathing starting to hitch, Scott had turned the phone so the mouthpiece was above his head. He quickly flipped it. “Yeah.” A groan escaped.

  “Uh.” Brandon nervously asked, “Is Austin fucking you while you’re on the phone with me?”

  Scott panicked. “No, no. That’s him fucking a groupie he found at the movie theater.” He hated lying, but Brandon would be pissed if he knew the truth. “Was the mall crazy?”

  He half-listened to the tale about the mall then Mackenzie’s job, coming ever closer to orgasm. All he could think of was blowing Brandon while he was passed out. He loved how his dick tasted. Then just as Brandon stopped talking, he covered the phone and moaned. Semen pumped from his cock, all over his chest then one spurt hit his chin. He fell back on the couch, relief washing over him.

  “Scott? Scott? Did you hear me?” Brandon heard muffled moving sounds. He waited a few seconds. Then heard what sounded like Scott fumbling with his phone. “Dude, you OK?”

  “Fine… fine…” Scott’s breath slowly started to regulate. “Dropped… the… phone.” He always had strong orgasms when talking to Brandon. If his friend only knew how many times he had jacked off while they spoke on the phone. “How’s Mackenzie adjusting?”

  Brandon started the car, the heat getting to him. The cool air coming from the vents felt good. “She’s pretending she was never sick, but still sleeping more. How are you guys dealing with the week off?”

  Scott laughed. “Chico didn’t come out of the house for the first two days. Me and Austin had Julian on the bus like a slumber party. It was fun though. You know I love kids.”

  “Yeah I know.” Brandon felt bad he and Austin could never have a child together, not in the traditional sense. He knew they were more than lovers, but true partners, no matter how much Scott pretended they weren’t. “Maybe you two will find a set of twins to share one day and make lots of babies.”

  Now that would be cool. Scott had never thought of that idea. Then they could have the best of both worlds. “A set of bi girls would be even better.”

  “Dream big, man.” Brandon wanted him to be as happy as he was. “I gotta go look at houses today.”

  “Houses? For what?” Scott panicked; irrationally worried he was quitting the band. Ecstasy sometimes clouded his mind for a while.

  Brandon exhaled loudly and connected to the car’s the Bluetooth so he could drive. “I’m moving down here... as soon as possible.”

  “Is this gonna affect the band?” Scott’s breathing sped up again.

  As he pulled out of the parking space, Brandon replied, “Nothing’s gonna change except Tink’s gonna be around more. We have it all worked out already.”

  “Cool. I’m happy for you.” Scott cleaned himself off with his discarded T-shirt. “You’re still coming in November, right?”

  “Yep and she’s coming with me.”

  Scott grinned. “You guys can stay at our place.” He hoped to watch Brandon walk around naked a few times. “Maybe we can give her a wild night together.”

  “Maybe.” Brandon thought he would be a bit more receptive since he and Jesse accomplished double penetration. “I know she’d like it.”

  So would I, Scott didn’t say. He silently groaned at his cock starting to stir again. What was going to quell the sexual attraction to his friend? “You call the shots, OK?”

  “Thanks, man.” Brandon pulled out onto Riverside Drive and headed north. “I’ll try and chill out this time. I promise.” He slowed to a stop at a red light. “She likes the beach too, so you’ll probably find us out there a lot.”

  A wide smile formed on Scott’s face. “And I can finally teach you to surf.”

  “True. We’ll have the time for it.” Then Brandon heard fumbling sounds again and Austin’s voice.

  “You ready?” Austin had walked into the back lounge and found Scott shirtless with his dick out. “I thought we were leaving? What’re you doing? Having phone sex with some guy?”

  Scott had dropped the phone when he jumped at the sight of Austin, knowing he was caught. “Shut up!” He grabbed the phone from the floor. “Sorry, Brandon, Austin wants to leave.”

  “I thought he was banging some chick?”

  Rolling his eyes, because he forgot about that lie, Scott covered it quickly. “Guess he’s done. I gotta go. Have a good time.” He ended the call and got to his feet. As he tucked his half-hard dick away, he stared at Austin. “You almost outted me.”

  “I hate to tell you, but Brandon knows you’re bi.” Austin laughed. “You were jerking off to him again, weren’t you?” He had heard him a few times when Brandon was in Baltimore. Sometimes it upset him, but usually he wished Brandon would figure it out.

  Scott’s face blushed quickly. “You knew?” He tried to figure out how. Never did he do it anywhere but his bedroom normally.

  “You’re loud when you cum,” Austin informed him. “A few times you were talking to him then disappeared into your room. One time I was right outside your room when you came. What do you do, mute the phone so he don’t hear you?”

  Looking away, Scott sighed. “I cover the mouthpiece, but this time he heard me. I told him it was you.” His shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry. I won’t act on it again.”

  “Unless I ask you to?” Austin knew he sucked Brandon off one night. He was sure Brandon didn’t though and would never tell him. “I kinda want you to get him out of your system, so we can get closer. Sometimes it feels like you’re scared to let me in your heart. You know how I feel about you.”

  Scott was scared, but not of what he thought. “I been a playboy a long time. I don’t know how to be a one woman or man kinda guy.”

  “That’s not what I want.” Austin frowned, not sure how to put it. “I want to do everything with you, like a team, guys, girls, whate
ver.”

  Shaking his head, Scott knew he couldn’t. “I like being alone with someone else sometimes.”

  That hurt, but Austin didn’t show it. “Then can we just make this more? Maybe really dating, or at least admitting it to the rest of the world? I hate hiding that I care so much about you.”

  “Let’s see what happens if I ever get Brandon to do anything with me.”

  Austin took a deep breath. “And what if that never happens?”

  “When he stays at our place, if nothing happens, I’ll give it up. Then we’ll talk about it again.”

  “When’s that?”

  Scott smirked. “The weeks we’re recording.”

  Chapter Forty

  Saturday morning, Brandon woke up well rested for a change. He had taken Mackenzie to work then picked her up for the past three days and was not used to the early start. It did help him house hunt, which went badly. Not one, undamaged house appealed to him.

  Mackenzie had rolled away from him, so he stretched and sighed. Then he raked his fingers through her hair. His hand traveled down, brushing over her back then the curve of her hip. She was all he ever needed, and she was his. He turned to her and smiled. He watched her naked body rise and fall with her breathing. He wished he had the time to make love to her, but they had a busy day ahead of them.

  He glanced at his phone. They had learned to separate them, finally. He checked the time and saw they had less than an hour until their appointment with the architect. Together, they decided to purchase an empty lot and build a home. Since the storm, many homes were condemned and most of the residents had moved on. He hated that they were benefiting from disaster, but he didn’t cause it.

  Swiping the screen, he checked his email then went back the home page. There was a lone text from Jake that came in at four in the morning.

  You better be in Portland Wednesday!

  Oregon? Brandon was confused. It was early for his brain to process information, but he was relatively sure the tour didn’t go all the way back to the west coast so soon. Then he remembered. Portland, Maine, right. Duh!

  The bed moving made him glance across it again. Mackenzie had rolled to her back, very much asleep. Still in recovery, she slept more than normal, and they had a late night. He hated that he had to wake her up soon.

  Gently, he caressed her side, tracing the tattoo for her father. The way she comforted him after his mother’s death should have clued him in that she loved him. If not for her, he would have wallowed in guilt forever. She made him understand his mother knew he loved her, although he rarely expressed it. A single tear fell from his eye, which he wiped away fast.

  To get his mind off his feelings, he let his hand travel south to her hip then over her smooth mound. With just one fingertip, he probed her clit. Just a few strokes and he felt it start to swell. A soft moan passed her lips, which made him smile. The idea of giving her pleasure before their long day sounded just right. Moving as slowly as he could, so the bed would not shake, he crawled over her body until he lay between her legs.

  Looking up at her still passed out, he grinned wickedly. She woke him up more than once with sex or oral. He had done the same a few times, but she usually woke up first. His tongue flicked out, with anticipation. He leaned down and let it have relief by lapping at her labia.

  Mackenzie’s right leg twitched. The left side of Brandon’s mouth turned up. Then he carefully spread her legs some more. When he licked her again, she sighed. He sucked on two of his fingers before rubbing them over her opening. He slipped the tips in an inch and bent his head down again. While he moved his tongue around her clit, he worked his fingers inside of her until she had taken the full length.

  He watched her hips lift slightly. Then he buried his face and fingers, sucking and thrusting. Her sudden moan encouraged him even more. He rubbed his tongue stud roughly against her clit and grazed her sweet spot within several times. She was starting to wake up, and he knew it. He changed tactics, wanting her to wake up cumming. He shifted position and pressed his tongue to her backdoor. Her soft whimper told him he made the right decision.

  Mackenzie awoke to blinding pleasure and cried out. The convulsions within lasted while Brandon continued licking and rubbing. Then suddenly, he pulled away, leaving her gasping for air and gripping the sheets. Brandon suddenly on top of her, startled her.

  “Time to get up…” he whispered in her ear, plastering his body to hers. He wished they had time for a quickie, but it was already late. “We have an appointment.” He tried not to, but brushed her lobe with his lips.

  “Uh…” She gasped and lifted her hips.

  Brandon’s hands clenched when she dragged her wet pussy along his shaft. “Fuck, not now, please.” Silently, she circled his waist with her legs and pressed their genitals together. “Tink, we can’t. Damnit!” He tried to pull away, not happening. Already highly aroused, each sweep sent shivers up and down his spine. “Stop.” If she didn’t, he was going to make them late.

  With an evil smirk, she shifted and tilted her pelvis as she worked up to the tip of his cock and thrust up fast, engulfing his entire length. He groaned loudly and bit her neck hard. She worked her hips, making him grasp her tightly.

  Shocked, he couldn’t move. His body trembled involuntarily while she pumped, taking him deep each time. Then she dragged her nails up his sides. He lost all control. “Fuck, fuck!” His balls emptied and filled her quickly.

  Grinding into him, Mackenzie cried out while an orgasm gripped her as well. “I knew… we had… time,” she said through rapid breaths.

  He kissed her lips. “So selfless.” Panting hard, he pulled out and got to his feet. “We have to move our asses now. Gotta be there in thirty minutes.” After holding the bed for a few seconds, he headed to the bathroom.

  A sneaky grin on her face, Mackenzie soon followed. She opened the shower door and admired her lover while he soaped his hair and body. He looked so sexy. Without another thought, she stepped in and pressed her body against his back.

  “Tink, we can’t. Seriously.” When her hand gripped his dick, he stopped her. “As soon as we get home, I’ll give you hours of pleasure, promise.”

  She sighed and put some soap on her hands. “Fine.” She washed his back, in the most non-sexual way she could then said, “My turn.”

  “You don’t like the word ‘no,’ do you?”

  She turned around. “You know I don’t.”

  “Sorry, but we gotta get this done.” He pulled her back under the spray to wet her hair and rinse himself off at the same time. “You can’t take over his apartment forever.”

  She shrugged. “I just feel weird that I can’t pay as much as you can.”

  “Kenzie.” He hugged her. “I been thinking about buying a house down here for a while now. You living there with me makes it so much better. I got the money, so stop worrying. You can pay for the electric bill if you want.”

  She laughed. “Fine, but you need to stop spending money on me.”

  “Do I have to ask you to marry me to make you understand?” His eyes opened wide. It was not what he meant to say.

  Mackenzie froze. Please don’t ask, she begged him silently. She could feel the tension in him as well. She couldn’t break his heart by saying no, but how could she say yes? Marriage was too much commitment for her.

  Brandon recovered slowly. He ran his hands down her arms. “I’m just saying… Let me take care of you, please. You did so much for me over the years. You supported my music long before I joined Wicked End. Back in the day, you paid my rent when I didn’t have it. Remember how you invited me to dinner every night?”

  She nodded, the memories flashing before her. “Yes.”

  Her eyes closed. Back then, she took care of him as much as she could. In college, they both had part time jobs, but his money went into equipment and gas. She made sure he ate, and he made sure she was sated in every other way.

  Feeling her relax, he turned and grabbed a bottle of shampoo and po
ured a good amount onto her head. “Friends help each other.” He carefully washed her hair, making sure to massage her scalp as he went along. “Now it’s my turn.” After scrubbing her back and neck, he walked around her and lifted her chin, forcing her gaze upwards. “Will you let me return the favor?”

  She nodded, holding back tears that she did not understand. Love was something she had never felt for anyone but family before. She was still trying to figure out how to deal with the strong emotions he drew out. When he ran the washcloth over her shoulders, she jumped. Their eyes met and she forced a smile.

  “I’ll try.” It came out soft and shaky.

  By the time they arrived at Unique Designs, both had let the tension go. Brandon picked up Mackenzie’s hand and squeezed. “Ready?”

  “Yep.” She smiled and walked beside him as he led them to the front entrance.

  The office had large glass windows, and there was a lot of natural light inside. The receptionist led them to a conference room. Three men and a woman stood up when they entered.

  “Mr. Knight, welcome.” Dwight Henderson waved his hand at two unoccupied seats. “Miss Winters, I presume?”

  Mackenzie nodded and sat with Brandon. She shook hands with everyone right after Brandon did. Brandon had met them all before, but she had not. She was unsure who held what job.

  Dwight slid a set of drawings in front of Brandon. “Rebecca made these up for you. She tried to include all of your needs.”

  “I found three double sized lots large enough within Broward County, and two in West Palm County.” Marcus, the realtor added. “Most still need to have the old homes removed, though. Building would have to wait until that is done.”

  Brandon gave him a nod while he examined the first of the preliminary plans. It had a beautiful pool, a gym, game room. The five bedrooms he wanted. He scanned the size of the rooms. That looked good. Something just wasn’t right, though. He passed it to Mackenzie.