“Fu—uck.” He wanted her to stop, yet he didn’t. Fighting for control, he grabbed her by the arms and held her body to his. “You need to cum before I do.”
He started to pump his hips, fucking her slow at first. Then she gave into him and let him have control. He let his legs fall to the sides. His feet on the floor for leverage. The chair shaking, he rammed up into her harder and harder, no longer holding back anything.
“Ah, God!” Mackenzie cried out loudly as fluid ran down her legs. Her vaginal walls pulsed and hugged his dick, wanting more. “Baby, yes!”
Cheers came from the ground below them. It fueled Brandon even more. He couldn’t see if anyone was watching, but he imagined they were. He continued at a furious pace, drawing screams from her. His mind set on giving her as much pleasure as possible before he could have his. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them so he could get in deeper.
“Shit! Oh fuck!”
She was blind-sided by another orgasm. He wasn’t letting up for a second. She wasn’t sure how in the hell he was still going at that ludicrous pace. Her nails gouged his skin as he shifted her slightly and continually stroked her sweet spot within while rubbing her clit against his pelvis. She couldn’t take anymore. If he didn’t end it soon, she knew she’d pass out.
“Kenzie… Kenzie…” His breathing hitched as his belly tightened. No longer able to hold back, he cried out again and pressed his hips to hers. A loud sigh left his lips as he filled her. “Yeah. Exactly what I needed.” Then the chair beneath him gave way. “Oomph.” His back hit the ground as well as the metal tubing that had been the chair’s support. “Guess it wasn’t strong enough.”
Laughing, Mackenzie held his neck. “Guess not.”
“Maybe I should’ve installed a sex swing out here.”
Her eyebrows rose as her head lifted. “Now that could be fun.”
“Hell yeah.” He groaned. “Can you get up, so I can get this thing outta my back?”
She used his body to stand, then grasped the rail to stay steady. “Wow, we really destroyed it.” She laughed again. “Was worth it.”
“Definitely.” He carefully got to his feet. “Wonder what else we can try and break.” He winked at her.
Chapter 50
Brandon stretched when he got out of the cab. It was the Sunday before Triple Threat’s release party at Jon Harris’ house. They had flown American because of their musical instrument policy, but there hadn’t been any non-stop flights with first-class seats. He was grateful they were flying first-class home, at least.
“This looks like a nice place.” Chico checked out the wide five-story hotel in front of them. The outside was impressive, so he expected the inside should be even more so. “Hope they have a hot tub. My muscles are kinda aching.” They had sat around the Philadelphia airport for a few hours waiting for Jake. His flight from New Orleans had been delayed.
Brandon nodded, not really listening. Mackenzie hadn’t come. She had meetings all the next day. Some of her clients insisted that she remain their broker. Because of that and the other startup responsibilities, she had to stay home. He missed her already.
“He did suggest a nice place,” Austin said as he approached Brandon from a second cab. “Wish we had time for a nap.”
Scott came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You can sleep tomorrow. If we get all the tracks down today.” He glanced up at the archway they were under. “Didn’t think they had hotels like this out this way.”
“It’s like 10 miles from Philly,” Brandon reminded him. “I’m sure they get convention overflows and stuff.”
A rolling cart could be heard. Someone said, “Welcome to the Hilton.”
Brandon looked towards the voice and was glad someone was there to help with their bags. “Hey. Thanks.” He lifted his guitar case and set it on a large cart. “I didn’t know you had bell service.” He took in the man’s suit.
“We don’t,” he explained. “But you are very special guests. We plan to make sure you’re well taken care of.”
Brandon knew that meant everyone would assume big tips, which was the norm for them anyway. “Thanks.”
Scott and Austin placed their guitars next to Brandon’s. Chico’s kit had been sent ahead of them. He never played on anyone else’s for shows or albums. He liked things just so.
“The limo should be here in like 30 minutes,” Jake said as he joined the group. They set up a limo to take them everywhere. None wanted get lost in an unfamiliar location.
Chico helped unload the bags. He needed to keep busy since Ashley hadn’t come with him. She had to work and Julian had school. It hurt to let them go, but it was only for a few days.
Once up in his room, Brandon searched for coffee. His body seemed to be on LA time some days. He found a bag and sighed. “Not what I like, but it’ll do.” Soon the smell of fresh coffee filled the room.
His phone chimed. When he saw the name on the screen, he grinned. “Hey, Tink. We just got to the hotel. You got good timing.”
“Finally took a break.” She looked around the spacious home office. Brandon had spared no expense. “Once I get things running smoothly, I’ll be able to do what I want for the most part.”
He sighed, poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip. “Miss my coffeemaker.” They had gotten a top of the line single-cup brewer. “This stuff is awful.”
“I need coffee, too.” Mackenzie stood up and pushed her chair back. “How far is Jon’s place from your hotel?”
“Like 10 miles, but none of the closer hotels had what I wanted.” Brandon gripped his mug, feeling quite lonely. “I guess I grew to be picky, ’cause I can be.”
She sighed. “You have.”
“Thanks,” was his sarcastic reply.
Knowing he was a bit insulted, she added, “I didn’t mean it’s a bad thing—all the time. You know I would’ve been fine with a motel off the highway or something.”
“No way.” Brandon narrowed his eyes at the phone. “From the minute the cab pulled up, they treated us like royalty. They know we don’t wanna be harassed. In a cheap motel, there’d be crazies all over the place. No thanks.”
“Touché.” She laughed.
“Has a big-ass bed too.” He sat in the chair next to the bed and put his feet on the ottoman. “Gonna be lonely in that big bed without you.” He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Leaving her had been torture that morning. “Guess it woulda been boring for you, though.”
She was in the kitchen, making herself coffee. “I could deal with boring.” She had not gotten much work done, worrying about Brandon’s safety. At least since she knew he was on solid ground, she could concentrate.
He took another deep breath and let it out slowly. They had agreed to record “Lost Control” because it had the best crowd reaction. Audiences liked “Hunger” as well, but obviously not as much. He was glad his songs were so well-accepted. The emotional undertone had him worried the fans would revolt.
A knock startled him, almost to the point of spilling his drink. “Car’s here. Let’s go,” Jake shouted.
“OK. Lemme finish my coffee,” Brandon called back.
Jake snickered. “Coffee? Is that what we’re calling cybersex now?”
After draining his mug, Brandon opened the door quickly. “What’s your problem lately? When you’re not with Bridgette, you’re a dick.”
“Don’t like my jokes?” Jake shrugged. “Oh well.” He craned his neck to get his mouth closer to the phone. “If he ain’t taking care of you, I will.”
Brandon pushed him. “Shut up.” He shook his head, wishing Jake had not reverted to his former self. It had been too good to last.
“We’ll wait for you downstairs.” Jake walked away towards the elevator, laughing.
Mackenzie wished she were there. They were obviously stressed. “He misses her. Leave him alone. He doesn’t understand how to deal with it.”
“Hope I wasn’t a dick like that without you around.” H
e groaned. “I think I mostly sulked and drank myself stupid.”
She sat at the breakfast nook. “No more of that. I’m sure you hated the hangovers.”
“Uh, yeah. That part sucked.” Brandon grabbed his jacket. “Sorry, but I gotta go.”
Looking into her coffee, she reminded herself why she stayed back. So she could be free to go on tour with them the next month. “It’s OK. I love you, baby.”
“Love you too. I’ll call you later.”
* * *
Jon’s house was extravagant as expected, but also right by the river that ran through the town. It dwarfed their houses. The rooms were large and had expensive furnishings. It didn’t really looked lived in though. More like a showpiece.
“There’s a buffet set up in the kitchen in case you’re hungry, “Jon said as he lead the group on a tour of the first floor. “Drinks in the fridge. The setup is in the basement.”
When the house tour was done, they wound up in the kitchen. Everyone at least had a drink before following Jon downstairs. The basement was the size of about a fourth of the house, from what Brandon could see. Most of it was taken up by the sound equipment and recording booths. There was a main room like at their NYC studio as well.
Sam and Crazy Mike were both in the main room, Sam giving instructions. Chico was put into a room, where his kit was waiting. Brandon, Austin and Scott were nodding as they were told how things would go. They would all record one at a time. It was how it was done in LA, so they were used to it.
Sitting down on the couch next to Scott, Brandon rolled up his sleeves. The basement was a bit warm. “Nice house, huh?”
“Yeah.” Scott leaned back in the comfortable cushions. “I like your place better, though.”
“Me too.” He looked up at Tommy whose attention was focused on his arm. “Something wrong?”
Tommy grinned. “No. I’m trying to read that tattoo on your forearm.”
“Oh. I got this two weeks ago.” Brandon held his arm up. “Wes did a great job.”
Jon came to them as well. “That is a nice piece. Brave of you, inking her name.”
“That’s nothing.” Scott laughed. “He got her name above his dick, too.”
The rest of the room laughed as well. Jon shook his head. “At least she didn’t insist it be on your dick.”
“She got my name on her inner thigh,” Brandon added.
Tommy shook his head. “Guess that curbs cheating. Talk about marking your territory. You guys’re hardcore.”
“Yep, she’s mine.” Brandon grinned.
He was glad they distracted him. With a smile, he admired his new tattoo. Wes had paid special attention to detail for the guitars. They both looked like his favorite one. The notes and staff lines were near perfect. The words were bold and easy to read. They used black and a bit of red and blue to make it pop. Everyone who saw it raved about it.
When Chico was done with the drum track, Sam and Jon listened to the playback before having Chico listen. They found a few spots that needed to be redone. Jon suggested a few changes. Being a drummer himself, they talked the same language.
“Hey, Jon. You down here?” Dominic Spinelli’s voice came from the stairway.
Tommy called back, “Yeah, come on down, Dom.”
Dominic came down the stairs and was surprised to find the main room full. “Forgot this was happening today.” He glanced at Tommy, then at the floor. “Thought you guys were just hanging out.”
“You need to talk?” Tommy could see the pain in Dominic’s face. “She went back home today. Right?”
Nodding, Dominic couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m kinda lost without her now.”
“She’s coming back for your birthday, isn’t she?” Tommy had her as a yes on his guest list for New Year’s Eve.
Nodding again, Dominic turned to the stairs. “I’ll just go home.”
“No. Wait.” Tommy walked over to the couch. “Tell Jon I’ll be back. My buddy needs me.” He jogged to the steps. “Dom, let’s go take a drive.”
When they were gone, Jon and Chico came out of the mixing booth. “Where’s Tom?” Jon looked around the room.
“He left with Dominic,” Scott explained. “Sounds like he needed to talk.”
Jon smiled. “OK. Don’t really need him anyway. After this take, we’re gonna start on bass.”
When Scott was in the booth with headphones on, Jon stood close to Brandon. “Dean’ll be here tomorrow night. Please don’t beat his ass again. He seems to have learned a hard lesson from last time.” He sighed. “If he says anything about your girl, let me know and I’ll personally kick him outta Gasoline and outta our lives.” His tone had turned angry. “I’ve had enough of his shit.”
Brandon lifted his chin. “I’ll keep my distance. Promise.”
It took until late into the night, but everyone was pleased with the results. Jon was sure the single would be available for release well before the tour started on January 15th. They planned to fast-track it and get it to radio stations right away. The more airplay it received, the better.
The ride back to the hotel was quiet. Brandon had fallen asleep. When the limo door was opened, five exhausted men got out. Scott walked Brandon to his room, worried about his state of mind. He had been quiet most of the day. “Need anything?” Scott asked as he followed Brandon into the room.
Brandon stumbled at bit, still slightly out of it. When Scott stopped him from face-planting, he nodded. “Thanks, man.”
“You didn’t drink all night, did you?” Scott saw him down a few beers but worried he would revert since he was alone. He helped him out of his jacket.
Shaking his head slowly, Brandon headed to the king bed. “I’m not gonna drown myself in alcohol again. Promise.” He practically fell onto the mattress and groaned. “How can I be so tired?”
Scott untied Brandon’s boots and pulled them off. “It was a long day.” Most of them had crashed on the couch at one point. “Want me to undress you or get the blanket out from under you?”
“Nah.” Brandon could feel his body giving out completely. “I’m good. If you wanna hang out or go to Philly to check out sites tomorrow, let me know.”
Scott smiled. “Sounds good. I’ll see if Austin’s cool with it.”
“Wait. Can you get my phone?”
“Sure.” Scott searched Brandon’s jacket and found it in an inner pocket. “Here.” He placed it in Brandon’s hand. “Call me if you need anything.”
Brandon managed a slight nod. “Sure. Thanks. ’Night.” When the room door closed, he pulled up Mackenzie’s number. “You in bed?”
“Yeah.” Mackenzie yawned. “It’s cold without you.” She settled onto his pillow and breathed in his scent left behind. “Miss you.”
His eyes closed again. “Miss you too. Call me when you can tomorrow.” He didn’t want to take the chance of interrupting a meeting. Her breathing had had evened out, so he knew she was falling asleep. “Wish you were here.”
“Sex tomorrow. I’m too tired.” Her soft voice surprised him.
He smiled, knowing she thought he was there with her. “As soon as I get home. Night.”
Down the hall, Scott opened his door. Austin wasn’t in bed. Then he heard water running. He smirked and quickly undressed. Opening the bathroom door slowly, he peeked in. Austin was in the shower, washing his hair. As quietly as possible, he stepped into the tub behind him.
Austin jumped when hands slid around his waist. Then he looked down. “Hey, Scott. Brandon OK?”
“Yeah. Fine.” Scott pressed his body to Austin’s. “Glad we don’t have to be separated like them.” He ran his hands down, over Austin’s hips, then back up. On tiptoe, he whispered in Austin’s ear, “You glad we’re alone?”
Groaning, Austin watched Scott’s hands caress his skin again. He shivered; his body filling with desire. Thumbs grazed his growing shaft. He pushed back into Scott and closed his eyes when a stiff dick twitched against his thigh.
“You tease
,” Austin mumbled.
Scott quickly grasped Austin’s erection. “Not teasing, just foreplay.” He got to his knees and spread Austin’s ass cheeks. Then he licked at his back door. “Gonna take you good and hard.”
Austin’s hands flattened to the shower wall in front of him. A tongue lapped at his ass and balls alternatively, while his cock was stroked. Scott initiating sex shocked him but was glad he had. Turning the tables was good most of the time. He moaned softly as a finger entered him.
When he knew Austin was ready, Scott reached to the counter next to the tub and grabbed the lubricant bottle. “Bring your ass back,” Scott directed as he rubbed lube on his cock.
Eyes closed, Austin waited, nervously. He fought the urge to clench when Scott pressed the head of his dick into him. Gentle caresses up and down his body made him sigh. Scott’s hands wrapped around his shoulders and held on as he pushed in.
“Easy does it,” Scott said as he felt Austin tense. “I’m not gonna hurt you, and you know it.” He trailed kisses over Austin’s back. “Take a deep breath, and let me love you.”
Instantly, Austin relaxed. He moaned when Scott thrust in several inches. His head fell forward as Scott’s chest pressed to his back. It was nothing like their usual. He could feel Scott’s love.
“Yeah, mmm.” Scott sighed as he pulled back and sank in deeper. “Love this ass.” He leaned his cheek on Austin’s shoulder, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Austin.” He withdrew to the tip and buried his cock all the way inside him. “God, you feel good.”
Hands shaking, Austin was bowled over. He couldn’t talk, emotion clogged his throat. He wasn’t one to cry, but he knew things between them had grown even more. He managed a halting, “I—I love—you, too.”
“Austin,” Scott breathed as he pumped his hips again. The languid pace made feelings surface. A hand wandered down Austin’s body. He ran his fingers down the long hard shaft jutting out. “Wanna cum with you.” He grasped Austin’s erection and held on as he started to fuck him faster.
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