Sinful Needs (Wicked End Book 2)

by Jeanisse, Bella

  Do you know where we put the Sun Passes? We gotta take the Turnpike to Orlando.

  He closed his eyes and thought hard. They had several devices for the parts of the country that had gone to electronic toll systems. They kept them in the truck but had taken the Florida set out days before. So far, they had taken interstates with no tolls. Then it came to him, and he answered Jesse.

  Top shelf in front hallway closet.

  He had waited a few minutes before the reply came back.

  Found them. Thanks.

  After putting his phone back, Mackenzie’s leg rubbed his. He ran a hand over her upper arm. “You wakin’ up?” He didn’t get a response, so he smiled and wrapped his arms around her again. “Fuckin’ love you, Tink.”

  Slowly, her body nestled closer to his. Still groggy, her eyes opened to slits. The room was quite dark, so she wasn’t sure it was morning. She felt well rested, so decided it had to be. Working her mouth, she could feel it was still a bit sore. The night before, they had Scott in their room while Austin went out with Chico. She sucked them both dry, one after the other.

  * * *

  “I fucked Mackenzie last night,” Scott admitted when Austin kissed his cheek. “Nothing between me and Brandon. Promise.”

  Austin trailed his fingers up and down Scott’s bare chest. “It’s fine.” When he came back, Scott was passed out in their bed already. “We went to a strip club. I watched Chico dry-hump some blonde.” He sighed. “Wasn’t as much fun without you.”

  “Sorry.” Scott had been too tired to go out. Then he took a nap and was bored. “When I woke up, Brandon asked me to hang out. It wasn’t supposed to be sex. The movie got Kenzie all hot and bothered. Then she ripped my pants open. Literally. I had to borrow pajama pants from Brandon to get back here.”

  Kissing Scott’s neck, Austin chuckled. “Bet you loved it. Did she ride you till you came deep inside her?”

  “Would that turn you on?”

  Austin rubbed his nose along Scott’s ear. “Yeah.” He pressed his growing cock into Scott’s ass cheek. “Can’t you tell?”

  “She took out my dick and sucked me till I came. Then she did Brandon. After, she climbed in my lap and got me hard again.” Scott knew Austin was imagining the scene. He told the story in the sexiest voice he could muster. Austin’s hips rocked against him. “Then she sank down on me. Fuckin’ love that pussy. She bounced on me harder and harder until I cried out and filled her pussy up good.”

  Moaning, Austin could see it all. His dick had hardened to its full size. “Anybody touch your ass?”

  “No.” Scott knew what was coming next.

  With a smirk, Austin turned onto his back and grabbed a condom and lubricant from the nightstand drawer. “Good,” he whispered in Scott’s ear. “It’s mine.” He tore the packet open and rolled the condom on. “Don’t move.” He quickly lubed his cock. Then he slid a hand over Scott’s ass.

  Fingers penetrated Scott’s backdoor. He gritted his teeth and fought the urge to push back. Austin slowly went deeper. “Oh yeah, Austin,” Scott moaned when Austin hooked his fingers perfectly. “Please.” Rational thought was gone. All Scott could think of was the pleasure.

  “Gonna fuck you till you cum all over.” Austin pulled his fingers out and rolled Scott onto his back. Then he climbed on top of him.

  Scott’s eyes opened wide. “Not like this.”

  Wanting to see his face as they made love, Austin nodded and lifted Scott’s sack. “Yeah, like this. You never let me do it this way.” He pushed Scott’s legs open wider and prodded his ass with his cock. Then he leaned down and captured his lips. “Love you so much.” He pressed inside and gasped.

  Cringing, Scott shut his eyes. It hurt. He couldn’t relax. “Please, stop.”

  “Calm down.” Austin kissed him several times. He could feel Scott’s heart pounding and felt him tensing. “Scott, look at me.”

  Scott shook his head and whimpered. “Please pull out. Please.” His voice portrayed physical and emotional pain.

  Unable to be so cruel, Austin withdrew. “I’m sorry.” He rained kisses all over Scott’s face until his eyes opened. “Why won’t you let me fuck you this way?”

  “Because…” Scott’s voice trailed off.

  Austin sighed. “The same reason you can’t tell me how you feel?” The nod was expected. “OK. Fine.” He moved them back into their previous position and spooned Scott from behind. “I want that one day, though. Please.” He shifted his hips and pressed the head of his erection into Scott. “Love you.”

  * * *

  Down a few floors, Mackenzie leaned her head back. “Mornin’ ”

  “Hey, beautiful.” Brandon smiled and kissed her cheek. “Glad you’re up.” Then a knock on the door startled him. Pulling his head away from her, he shouted. “What?”

  Mike called back, “Time to hit the road. You ready?”

  “Shit.” Brandon groaned. “Why didn’t I set an alarm?” He stretched back a bit. “Gimme a few, and we’ll be ready.”

  At just about the same moment, Scott jumped when someone banged on their door. “Who is it?”

  “Get up, fuckers!” Jake laughed, having heard a moan. “We gotta go.”

  Austin grumbled, “Such bad timing.” He had barely gotten started. “Yeah, yeah. Be there in a bit.” He pulled out with a groan. “Gonna get him back later.”

  Within 15 minutes, the hallway near Scott and Austin’s room was crowded with the band and some of the crew. They were loading bags onto carts the hotel provided. Brandon and Mackenzie had gone up to make sure everyone coordinated.

  “Should be about a three-hour trip,” Mike announced. “But we need to allow for weekend traffic. Everybody ready?”

  Brandon put a hand up. “Me and Kenzie are riding in her car.” He hadn’t thought to mention it sooner.

  “You need directions?” Mike asked.

  Waving his phone in the air. “Nah, but that means someone may have to play navigator if you run into construction or something.”

  “Don’t worry. We got it,” Jake offered. “It’s a short trip.”

  A few at a time, they moved to the elevator bank, hotel staff pushing the carts of luggage. Mackenzie’s car was not parked near the buses and truck, so they separated once downstairs. Brandon held her hand, leading the way to the car.

  “You wanna drive?” He glanced at her.

  She smiled. “I know you wanna drive. How about if you get tired, we’ll switch.”

  “Sounds good.” He tugged her closer and put an arm around her shoulders. “You know me well.”

  “After all these years, I better.” She thought about the day he got his driver’s license. He drove her down to the pier. It was the first time they had sex in a vehicle. “You always were good in a car.”

  He grinned. “You thinking of that night at the pier?” He laughed. “The windows got so fogged up, I half expected to find an audience when I opened the back door.”

  “Me too.” She let out a giggle. “I was loud too.”

  The young man with their bags blushed. Brandon laughed louder and squeezed Mackenzie’s arm. “Maybe we should try out the back seat?”

  She bit her lip as she unlocked her SUV a few feet away. “Maybe up in Orlando.”

  When the bags were away and they were settled in their seats, Brandon grabbed Mackenzie’s hand. “Definitely gotta christen this car.”

  “Definitely.”

  Brandon started the engine. Then they were on their way. Once on 595, they passed the Wicked End caravan and waved. The Florida Turnpike was not far. Mackenzie had a Sun Pass velcroed to her windshield. It made traveling easier.

  When they got onto I-4, there was already traffic. The show didn’t start until seven, so Brandon wondered if the traffic was normal for three in the afternoon. It was slow going until they got off. The streets around the arena were more crowded than expected as well. He hoped no one noticed him driving since the tint was light on the driver’s side.

>   Removing his sunglasses, he looked at street signs and spotted the one he was looking for. He knew where they were supposed to park and was glad to see there were few vehicles in the lot. Being recognized was always on his mind. They hadn’t had to switch drivers, but he needed to stretch.

  “You hungry?” He glanced over at Mackenzie stirring next to him. She had crashed out around Port St. Lucie. “I’m starving.”

  She nodded, then released her seat belt. “Any restaurants around?”

  “There has to be. Do you wanna take that chance?” He didn’t want to, but would for her.

  Her stomach ruling her mind, she replied, “Well, kinda. I don’t want pizza or some other fast food again. Maybe there’s a place with dark lighting.”

  “Yeah.” He got out and opened the back. His fedora and a baseball cap were there. He debated for a few seconds, then chose the baseball cap. “We need to walk quick, though. This way no one has a chance to notice me.”

  She sighed, wishing he weren’t famous. Then they could go anywhere they wanted without worry. She hoped there weren’t many fans at the venue yet. The doors didn’t open for quite some time, so she couldn’t imagine there were.

  Brandon pulled out the zippered black hoodie he bought the day before. It came in handy when walking in public. After closing the tailgate, he looked at himself in the window. With a hat, hood and sunglasses, even he didn’t recognize him.

  “It’s perfect.” Mackenzie linked her arm in his. “No one’ll know it’s you.”

  He smiled and turned to her. “Good.”

  Then he texted Scott, We’re in Orlando. Car parked. Going to get lunch.

  Minutes later, they were walking on South Division Ave. Several police officers watched them pass, eyeing Brandon. He did look a bit suspicious, so he understood. Scanning the area, he noticed the street on the north side of the arena was void of cars. Then he saw it was lined with several bars and restaurants.

  They walked to the end of the block, then Brandon chose the one on the corner. When they walked in, he exhaled with relief. It wasn’t well lit and there were several sections in partial darkness.

  “Can we get a table over there?” He pointed to the far room where very few lights were on.

  The hostesses turned to where he was pointing. “That section isn’t open yet.” She picked up two menus.

  Brandon dug in his pocket and pulled out two twenties. “Can you open it just for us?”

  She smiled and pocketed the money. “Sure.” Then she led them to a table. “Do you want the main lights on?”

  “No. Please.” Brandon took a seat against the wall. “And I’d appreciate if you didn’t seat anyone around us. Thanks.”

  The hostess nodded and left them.

  “Kinda hard to read the menu,” Mackenzie mumbled. She thought Brandon was being paranoid. “You could at least take the hood down.”

  He looked around and uncovered his head. “Everyone knows we’re in town and almost everyone around here is probably going to the show tonight. I don’t wanna cause a riot.”

  “It’ll be fine.” Mackenzie patted his hand. Then she took out her phone and used it to light up her menu.

  Hearing footsteps, Brandon looked up. Then he noticed the bathrooms were not far from their table. That meant patrons would be in and out of the area. His body tensed. Anxiety built. He glanced out the window. Policemen and arena employees were scattered around. Then he saw a radio station van. That would attract even more attention.

  “Hey, listen.” Mackenzie bounced in her seat. Over the restaurant’s speakers came Wicked End’s “Thoughts of You.” She smiled and took his hand in hers. “Cool to hear you play while I sit with you.”

  He gave her a half-smile. “Cool.”

  “Will you relax? Please.” She rubbed his knuckles with her fingers. “We only have two more nights together. Just let the rest of the world go.”

  “Sorry.” Brandon sighed. “I just got a funny feeling.”

  They were both startled by the words, “Can I get you guys drinks?”

  Brandon’s head snapped up. “Shit,” he muttered. “Um, I could use a vodka and cranberry.” He turned to his left. “Kenzie, what do you want?”

  “The same.” She blew him a kiss.

  The server said, “OK, I’ll be right back.” She was back within minutes, smiling. “Ready to order?” She got her pad and pen ready. After writing down their choices, she was gone again.

  Brandon’s pocket vibrated. He tugged his phone out and swiped the screen. “Scott says they’re almost here, but he’s not chancing meeting us here.”

  They were quiet until their appetizer arrived. “Mmm, guess I’m hungrier than I thought.” Mackenzie’s mouth watered at the house tortilla chips and spinach dip. She grabbed a chip, slathered it in dip, then shoved it in her mouth. “So good.”

  “You’re cute.” He wiped a drop of dip off the corner of her mouth. “Before I forget, we’re leaving right after the show for Tampa. I got us a room near the Forum.”

  She nodded, mouth full. After polishing off half the plate, she sighed again. “So good.”

  Brandon burst out laughing. “Hungry?” She rarely had that ravenous of an appetite.

  “You drain me.” She winked.

  By the time they had finished their entree, Brandon was getting more nervous. The restaurant was getting crowded, and so was the street outside. They had taken their time, which he regretted.

  “We should get moving,” Brandon whispered. Then he saw their waitress near the entrance to the room. “Can we get the check?” He pulled out his credit card.

  Mackenzie hurried to get her debit card out. “No. I’ll pay. I have the money.”

  Rolling his eyes, he insisted, “I got it, Kenzie.” After signing the receipt, he stood.

  They heard, “You can’t keep the receipt.”

  Brandon spied their waitress talking to another one.

  “But Brandon Knight signed it,” their waitress exclaimed.

  “Brandon Knight’s here?” someone cried out.

  He cringed, wishing he had let her pay for the meal. “Oh shit, here it comes.” Quickly he scanned the room and found a second exit. “Come on.” He put the cap and hood back on and pulled Mackenzie by the hand, out the door.

  They kept running until a policeman grabbed Brandon by the arm. “Hey, what’re you running from?”

  Panting, Brandon stopped and removed his sunglasses. “Somebody recognized me. I’m Brandon Knight. I’m performing tonight.”

  “Which band?” The cop did not know who he was. He pulled out his phone and quickly searched the name. His eyebrows rose. “OK, Mr. Knight. This way.” He waved another officer over and they escorted the couple into the building.

  Brandon sighed with relief when they stepped into Wicked End’s dressing room. He dropped down on the couch and leaned back. “Tink, sit on my lap and remind me who loves me.”

  Mackenzie smiled and did just that. She pushed the hood down, then pulled the hat and glasses off. “My famous rocker.” She held his face and kissed his lips. “I love you more than… chocolate.” She winked. “Maybe not sex though. That’s at the top of the list.”

  “How about sex with me?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Would that be number one?”

  She grinned slyly. “Hell yes.”

  Chapter 20

  “I rented a limo for tonight,” Jake announced as they walked backstage in Tampa the next night. “I wanna check out Ybor City, and then maybe the casino. I didn’t have enough time to gamble in Hollywood.”

  Chico chuckled. “Too many chicks. That’s why.”

  “True.” Jake also laughed.

  Brandon and Scott looked at each other. It was odd for Jake to take Chico’s jabs without an argument. He had really changed since meeting Bridgette.

  “It’s midnight,” Austin reminded Jake. “Don’t know if we can check it all out before things start shutting down.”

  Jake smiled. “I did a bit of research.
There’s places that stay open till three. I was thinking drive down Seventh Avenue. If we see something we like, we stop. Otherwise, we’ll go to a gentleman’s club.” He made air quotes as he said it. “When Kenzie came with us in Toronto, it was great. Love how women flocked to her when she started to dance.”

  “Yeah.” Brandon pulled Mackenzie closer and kissed her hand. “It was hot as hell.”

  Soon, they all piled into the black limo. Jake went for the bar first and started handing out drinks. Everyone had at least two before the car had reached Seventh Avenue. When the limo turned down the crowded street, Jake opened the wide sunroof and stood up.

  “Damn!” he shouted. Then he leaned on the roof. “Looks like clothing optional tonight. Can that skirt get any shorter?”

  Scott shook his head and stood up next to Jake. Looking around, he was surprised Jake was right. Most women wore very little clothing. There were legs, midriffs and major cleavage everywhere he looked. He got down and dropped into the seat next to Austin.

  “Skin everywhere,” Scott announced. “Bet they’re all teases, though.”

  Austin put a hand on Scott’s knee. “Good thing I’m not.”

  “Me neither,” Mackenzie added. She carefully got to her feet next to Jake. “See anything you like?”

  Jake looked down at her. “Uh, not yet.” A wave of guilt washed over him. It happened every once in a while. “Kenzie, I changed a lot since Montreal.” He had a hard time admitting what happened there. “Hope you know, that will never happen again.” The horror he felt when he realized he had left her to drown forced him to reevaluate how much he drank and how he acted.

  “I know.” She put a hand on his back. “It’s over, and I’m fine.” She paused. “I forgive you.”

  He exhaled with relief, a slight weight lifted. “Thanks.” He thought about hugging her, but decided Brandon might slug him. “So we can let it go?”

  “Yep. I have.” Mackenzie had. “She’s cute.” There was a scantily-clad blonde waiting in line to get into an outdoor club. “I’m down for dancing, if you want.” The music was loud and made her body want to move.