Sinful Needs (Wicked End Book 2)

by Jeanisse, Bella

  “Anything for you, baby.” She wanted to hold him, but he still held her down. “If you don’t like it, we’ll try something else?”

  He stretched her hands over her head. “Sure.” He crushed her lips with his. After lifting his head, he growled, “No more talking.”

  Mackenzie looked into his almost desperate eyes. She wrapped her legs around his back. Then using her knees, she caressed his sides. The instant shudder made her grin. All of a sudden, he started hammering into her. She gasped. Pleasure coursed through her again. When she got her wits about her, she started to move her knees, stimulating his sides and matching his rhythm at the same time.

  Almost to the brink because of her movements, Brandon was panting, wanting to make her orgasm again. The strain was almost too much. She had to be fighting the pleasure. Nothing else made sense.

  “Kenzie... Tink… Stop. Please.” He gasped as she somehow rubbed that spot again and again. “God! Please!” Her knees pressed into his ribs, and he let out a cry.

  Just as Brandon’s cock swelled, Mackenzie’s eyes widened. Her core tensed and quivered. “Brandon!” Her legs locked around him. She felt him pulsating within her. “God, hold me!” Tears fell as her pleasure grew.

  He understood and wrapped his arms around her. “I got you, Tink.”

  So much had changed since they last saw each other. He just hoped they could get back to their usual ways. There was so much more emotion. Something he wasn’t used to and neither was she… hence the tears. He held her close, both of them trembling in the aftermath.

  Austin opened the bathroom door once everything was quiet. He and Scott had already cleaned up. “Looks like they’re done.” He turned to Scott and pulled his face close. “You sure you’re all right?” He placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” Scott’s ass was a bit sore, but nothing he couldn’t handle. They walked into the room and straight to the bed. “Have fun?” He carefully sat on the bed.

  Brandon lifted his head slowly. “Yep. Sorry, we left you guys out.”

  “We had our own fun.” Austin winked at Mackenzie, who bit her lip. “Next time we’ll make it an orgy.”

  Chapter 3

  Brandon stood backstage, rocking on his feet. They had gotten to the arena with plenty of time to spare. What worried him was Chico. He wasn’t missing, but he was still locked in a room with Margarette. Jake said he had been between her legs almost all day. She probably wouldn’t be able to walk. However, Chico needed the use of his arms and legs to play.

  “I’m going to get him,” Jake threatened.

  Austin stepped in front of him. “Don’t. I’ll do it. You’ll upset Margarette.”

  “Fine,” Jake growled.

  Scott rolled his eyes. “We still have like 20 minutes.”

  Proximity, one of their support bands, was doing their last song. They had left at the beginning of the tour due to a family emergency for one of the members, but they were back. Delirious was in the opening slot again.

  “Hey, Kenzie.” Liam walked up to the group and smiled at her. “Kinda wish they didn’t join us again, but oh well.”

  Mackenzie smiled back at Liam. “You guys are great. Maybe next tour, you’ll be higher up on the bill.”

  “Thanks, maybe.” Liam waved someone to him. “Come here. It’s OK.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s kinda shy.” He grabbed a female hand and tugged her closer. “This is my wife, Ariana.” He threw an arm over her shoulders. “She’s a fan. When I told her who we were going on the road with, she almost freaked.”

  Ariana slapped his chest. “Shut up, Liam!”

  Liam laughed. “Jake, she has a thing for you.” He winked.

  “Really?” Jake looked Ariana over: slim build, yet nice curves. He took a few steps closer. “So…” He leaned down, so Liam could hear him whisper, “Do you share?”

  Eyes open wide, Liam gaped at him. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”

  “Yes.” Jake grinned. “I think you might wanna agree to that.” He glared at Liam.

  Brandon caught on quickly. Jake was blackmailing Liam. Brandon said, “Dude, so not cool.” He grabbed Jake’s arm and pulled him out of Ariana’s earshot. “You can’t do that to him.”

  “Why not?” Jake glanced at Ariana sideways. “He fucks groupies. I fuck his wife. Everyone’s happy. She can’t keep her eyes off me.”

  That much was true. Brandon couldn’t deny it. “It’s still not right.”

  “If she says yes, it is.” Jake walked back to the couple. “So, what’d ya say, Ariana?” He gave her his best smile.

  Mackenzie shook her head as Ariana went all fangirl and squealed. It reminded her of her reaction to meeting Dean Johnson of Gasoline. She shivered. Even thoughts of Dean still brought on an odd feeling.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Brandon took her hands in his and kissed them.

  She quickly pulled her hand back and examined his knuckles. “What the hell?” She had not noticed the mostly healed cuts earlier. “You been fighting again?”

  Brandon was speechless. How do I answer that without lying? He glanced around. Only Scott had heard, and he was obviously nervous. “Um, well, kinda.”

  “Who, Brandon?” She tried to control her anger, knowing it wouldn’t help. He had promised his fighting days were over. “Did you get arrested again?”

  Scott rescued him with, “Kenzie, it was no big deal.”

  “What wasn’t?” Jake turned.

  Chico and Margarette walked up to them, with Austin on their heels. “Kenzie, finally!” Chico threw his arms around her. Then he backed up and looked around. “What’d I miss?”

  “Who did he fight with?” Mackenzie looked from one of the band members to the other. “Is someone going to tell me why Brandon’s knuckles are all fucked up?”

  Jake swore under his breath. “What’s the big deal? She’s gonna figure it out.” His eyebrow rose as he also looked around. “Whatever. I’ll tell her.” He paused when he saw how agitated she had become. “Maybe you should do it, Brandon.”

  “You pussies!” Chico blurted out. “He kicked Dean’s ass last week. I heard Dean was crying. Serves him fucking right!” They had all found out what Dean had done.

  Mackenzie froze. They all knew? She wasn’t sure if that bothered her as much as Brandon retaliating or more. “You told them?” she asked quietly as she tried to pull away.

  “No. No.” Brandon forced her into his arms, not remembering that technically he had announced it when Jon was holding him back. “They didn’t know until the fight. Dean admitted it to a room full of people. I’m so sorry.” Her racking sob shocked them both. He held her face to his chest and ran a hand over her back. “I’m here. He won’t touch you again.”

  Unable to focus, Mackenzie shook and cried until the feeling subsided. Then she looked up. “I didn’t want you to go after him.”

  “I didn’t promise you,” Brandon reminded her. Then he sighed. “I had to. After what he did…” His voice lowered. “You know I couldn’t just let him get away with that.”

  Mackenzie closed her eyes. The week before, her friend Terri had shown her pictures of Dean with his face bruised and cut up. At the time, she believed Dean’s cover story. The truth was so much worse.

  “Please, Tink.” Brandon’s own emotions were coming to the surface. “It wasn’t pointless. He learned a hard lesson.”

  Breathing still erratic, she mumbled, “What lesson?”

  “Not to fuck with me,” Brandon murmured. “And that I protect those I love.”

  She sniffled. “Did he really cry?”

  “Yep.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Like a fucking girl.” He paused. “No offense.” Her quiet laugh gave him so much relief.

  “It does serve him right.” Another hand settled on her back. Scott stood behind her. “Anything I can do?”

  “I’m fine.” Mackenzie looked back. “I think I was just shocked.” She laid her head on Brandon’s shoulder. “Thanks.�
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  Brandon put a hand on her head. “For what?”

  “Defending my honor.”

  Eyes closed, Brandon smiled. “Anytime, Kenzie. Anytime.”

  “Two minutes,” Pepe, their mechanical genius and unofficial production manager, called from nearby. He wore a headset.

  With a sigh, Brandon put his hands on Mackenzie’s shoulders and stepped back. “I hate to leave you, but I gotta.” He lifted her chin and kissed her lips. “If you need anything, Jesse should be here soon.”

  As if on cue, Jesse appeared next to them. “I found it.” He held up Brandon’s new felt hat which he had misplaced in the dressing room.

  Scott put out his hand. “Thanks.” He had asked to borrow it. “You sure, Brandon?”

  “Yeah.”

  Brandon pecked Mackenzie on the cheek again. Then he led the way to the stage. Once in place, he realized how much more relaxed he was. He could make out just a bit of the crowd in the blackness beyond the stage. Chico began the intro to “Follow-Through.” Adrenaline ran through Brandon’s veins as the audience cheered loudly.

  Halfway through their second song, Mackenzie relaxed. She shifted her purse on her shoulder. Out of habit, she’d brought it from the dressing room. Watching the boys play, she fiddled with the strap. Her mind drifted back to touring with the band. She had heard that same set of songs at least seven times. It still amazed her how talented they were.

  Unlike most headlining bands, their sets were simple. They had lights and a huge backdrop with the band’s logo. There was smoke during some songs and fireworks at the end normally, but nothing truly elaborate. With them, it was all about the music.

  “You want me to put that away?” Jesse shouted, hoping Mackenzie could hear him with the earplugs in. When she didn’t respond, he touched her shoulder.

  Mackenzie jumped, then turned around. She smiled at Jesse and bit her lip. The image of him on top of her came to her mind. She had shuddered when she felt him cumming inside her for the first time. Being his first was quite an honor in her eyes.

  Jesse couldn’t help but run his fingers through her hair. “Glad you’re back.”

  “Huh?” She pulled one of the earplugs out. “Did you need something?” Her eyes closed as his palm touched her cheek. She couldn’t stop the reaction. Blood rushed to her loins as she felt him come closer.

  He took out one of his earplugs and leaned in close. “Do you want me to put your bag away?” He had learned women liked his breath over their ear. Since she left, he had changed somewhat. He was no longer afraid to speak to women. “Or would you rather go with me?”

  “Yes.” Her reply portrayed her desire for him. She could tell he was more confident.

  With a smile, Jesse asked, “Yes to taking your bag or to coming to the dressing room with me?”

  “Um.” She shook her head slowly to clear it. “I can’t, but you know I want to.” Then she remembered something. “I have your keys.” She pulled the set out of her purse. “I made a set for me and one for Brandon.” She placed the keys in his free hand. “I hope you don’t mind.”

  He brushed his lips over her neck. “Sure. It’s fine.” Then he ran his tongue over her lobe. “As long as I can join you guys again sometime this weekend.”

  “I think that can be arranged.” She stepped back, nervous she would go too far with him. No way was she going to break the promise of no other men without Brandon while there. “Hopefully sooner rather than later.”

  Jesse pocketed the keys and took a deep breath. He hated that she shied away from him, but he understood. Brandon was her number one. He watched her put her earplug back in and did the same. At least she didn’t say no.

  Having a few seconds during Brandon’s solo, Scott watched Jesse and Mackenzie as he chugged a bottle of water. They were close. Although Brandon had not admitted it, he knew Jesse had fucked her. Ever since that night they were all late getting to the arena, Jesse looked at Mackenzie differently. He even acted differently.

  At that moment, Jesse’s eyes were filled with desire. Jealousy flared in Scott. She has a thing for me, not you. Well, she had a thing for him. Scott wasn’t too sure she still did. She hadn’t even given him a seductive look once that day. Even before their first time, she gave him lustful looks. He hoped he was wrong.

  Austin felt Scott come up behind him and stepped to the right as he played. He immediately sensed Scott was troubled again. Brandon or Kenzie? He sighed, wishing he could make Scott focus on their relationship. Things had been rocky since Mackenzie had come to stay on the bus. They weren’t fighting but drifted apart a bit. Scott had gravitated more towards women. Why can’t he see groupies can’t give him what I can? There had to be a way to help Scott decide if their relationship was what he wanted in the long term or not. It had been pretty casual for too long. Austin wanted more; a commitment even.

  Scott moved forward next to Austin and smiled at him. The turmoil within Austin was evident. He hoped Austin wasn’t angry with him. Austin’s softening expression told him it wasn’t anger. That left disappointment or frustration. Either wouldn’t be good, but they made sense. Scott had to find a way to rid himself of his desire for his best friend and his girlfriend. Obviously, Austin was hurt by it. He did not want his lover to feel slighted. He cared too much for that.

  “How y’all doin’ tonight?” Jake shouted into the mic. He grinned at the screaming replies. “Sounds like you’re having a good time.” More screams. “We got something special for you tonight.” He paused and glanced back at Brandon and Austin, who were switching out their guitars. “Have you seen Brandon’s spread in Guitarmania?” He waited for quiet again, then laughed. “Guess so. Well, he brought his new guitars from Six Strings. Wanna hear what they can do?”

  Brandon adjusted his strap as the crowd went wild. Then he stepped up to his mic. “This guitar is awesome!” He played a sequence of notes, turning the knob a few times, to show off the change in sound. “Check out our website to win one of these, signed by all of us.” He waved a hand across the stage.

  Chico worked his bass drums double time for a few seconds. Then he raised a hand and shouted, “Get me some panties to hang up.”

  “Anybody else hear that?” Jake looked to the confused crowd. “Chico’s not allowed to have a mic. Last time he talked to the audience, he had women stripping.” He tried not to laugh. “Ladies, he wants panties. Anyone willing to help him out?”

  Squeals and excited cries preceded a barrage of panties and bras thrown at the stage. Jake picked up a large cup lacy pink bra. Then walked a few feet and found the matching panties.

  “Wow.” He held them both up. “Who’s are these?” When a hot looking blonde raised both hands, her breasts jiggling, he smirked and pointed in her direction. “You. Meet me backstage. I wanna see what fits into these.” He waved the set the air.

  Austin laughed into his microphone as Daniel and Pepe collected panties for Chico. “Looks like a hotel room is in your future, little lady.”

  Also laughing, Scott leaned on Austin. “Got any hot friends?” Austin brushed a hand over his side. Looking down, Scott saw that his guitar hid the move. “Or maybe two?”

  “Enough hitting on the fans.” Brandon played a C chord. “Time to give them a taste of our next album.” He started the intro. “This is ‘Lost Control.’ ”

  Jake jumped onto a riser. “You fucking ready?” He cupped a hand to his ear.

  Shouts of, “Yeah!” echoed around the venue.

  Still next to the stage, Mackenzie stared at Brandon. His face was serious, eyes closed. That meant he had written the song. She had not heard it. By the title alone, she expected it to be about drinking or wild behavior. When Jake sang the first line, she knew better.

  “This is something I’ve never known. All these emotions. Feel so alone.”

  He had not talked about what he went through while she was ill weeks ago. She knew her accident was an eye opener, and it scared the hell out of him. However, it was so much m
ore. They needed to talk about it. Brandon’s expression told her he had not worked through it all. Maybe he was harder on Dean because of it? She hoped not.

  Chapter 4

  Brandon opened the hotel room’s connecting door after taking a shower. The other door was already open. He could see Scott and Austin casually talking with Mackenzie as if they weren’t all naked. He looked down at the towel around his waist, then back as his bandmates. What they had planned might not work. He was nervous as hell.

  “Hey.” Mackenzie noticed Brandon and waved him over. “Come here.”

  He slowly walked towards them. Mackenzie wanted him to participate in a foursome. He was down with all of them messing with her, but not with Scott and Austin touching him or each other. At least he didn’t think he could deal with it.

  “Um, so, how are we working this?” Brandon’s eyes flitted around, trying to avoid looking at his friends’ cocks, which were already half-hard. His own was hiding.

  Mackenzie took his hand in hers. “What can you handle?”

  He smiled. That was assuring. “Um, well…” He thought for a few moments. “How about we all fuck you?” He winked. “You got three holes.”

  “True.” That was not what she hoped for, but it was a start.

  Austin sat on the bed. “You OK with me touching Scott?”

  “Uh…” Brandon glanced over at Scott. “Not really.” He looked at Mackenzie. “I’m sorry. Let me get used to this first. OK?”

  She smiled. “It’s fine.” Then she tugged his towel off. “You’re really nervous.” He wasn’t remotely aroused.

  Brandon’s eyes opened wide. He put his hands over his crotch, feeling a bit inadequate. “Yeah, kinda.”

  Scott looked around the room. He knew what would calm Brandon. “How about you lay down, and me and Austin leave the room for a few.”

  “Wait. Then what?” Austin looked confused.

  Looking at Brandon, Scott smiled. “Let Kenzie relax him. Then we’ll join them.”

  “That didn’t work so well last time,” Austin reminded him as he got to his feet.