Wicked End (27 page)

Brandon walked with her out of the room. “I have someone waiting for me.” He followed her back to the limo and was surprised when she also got in.

Christine moved as close as possible to him. “So... when will you be in Toronto again?”

“I...” He was interrupted by lips on his. Quickly, he pushed her back. “Hey… not gonna happen.”

“This…” She cupped his package. “...tells me otherwise.”

He rolled his eyes and fell back into the seat. “You turn me on. That doesn’t mean anything. I actually have a girlfriend. She’s back on the bus.” At least he hoped she was already.

“Is that who Tink is?”

She imagined the tattoo. When he nodded and closed his eyes, she made her move. In seconds, she had knelt between his legs and opened his jeans. Before he could sit up, she leaned down and sucked most of his shaft down her throat.

He gasped and looked down. She was pumping his half-hard cock while she sucked with all her might. He was dumbfounded, shocked it felt so good. Then he came to his senses. He grabbed her arms. “You need to stop.” He moaned as she rubbed the head of his dick over the back of her throat. “Goddamn!” His eyes closed, and he just relaxed, wanting to cum.

Christine looked up and saw he wasn’t paying attention, so she rifled through her purse for a condom. It took her seconds to pull her mouth away and roll it over his erection. She was so wet she had to have him.

Confused, Brandon felt her climbing on top of him. “Hey, what’re you doing?” His eyes opened wide when she sank down on his cock.

“Fucking you.” She smirked and swiveled her hips slowly, enjoying his size. “You feel
real
good.”

He put his hands around her waist and tried not to moan. She was even tighter than Mackenzie and Crystal. Her hands were on his shoulders, using them for leverage. He felt her squeezing his dick as she ground her hips into his, taking him as deeply as possible.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered as low as he could.

She grinned and started riding him slowly. She knew that he had probably slept with hundreds of girls, so she had to make an impression if he was to remember her. He groaned as she lifted higher and dropped down harder. It was going to take a lot of work for her to cum, but she was willing to give him as much pleasure as possible before it happened.

Gasping, Brandon couldn’t believe she was so wild.
What was her name?
She bounced on his dick like crazy, which he always loved, but she wasn’t what he really wanted. He closed his eyes and pretended she was Mackenzie, and Crystal was on his face.

Christine suddenly cried out, while the limousine slowed. The short orgasm was such a relief.

Brandon groaned again, feeling her grip him. Then he clutched her body. “Shit… Fuck!” His cock throbbed and spewed. He held onto her as his thighs trembled. Then he realized the car had stopped almost a minute ago.

He looked out the window. Mackenzie was standing close by. “Get up, before she sees you!”

Christine glanced at the small group outside the bus. The lone female was laughing. “That’s Tink?”

“Yes…” He lifted her off him and sat her down. He hurriedly tucked his dick away and closed his pants. Guilt had come over him. Although Mackenzie had said he could indulge if the chance came up, he really didn’t feel good about it. “I gotta go. Thanks.” He kissed Christine’s cheek. “Tell the driver to put the equipment on the truck,” he uttered then jumped from the car, quickly.

Mackenzie was waiting impatiently for Brandon. When he emerged, she ran to him and jumped into his arms. “I missed you so much.” Her lips met his as she hung onto his neck.

Brandon kissed her back, but lifted her up so she couldn’t feel his softening cock. “I missed you too.” He held her for a full minute then uttered, “I gotta pee.” He put her down and quickly bounded up the bus steps.

Rushing to catch up, Mackenzie was confused by his sudden departure. She soon found him in the bathroom. Her mouth dropped. He was pulling a full condom off.
It was only fair.
She was jealous, though.

“I see you had a good time too.”

Startled, Brandon looked up. His face paled. “I didn’t want you to see this.” He tossed the condom in the trash and grabbed her hand. “She jumped on me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK.” She closed her eyes and tried not to imagine the hot chick he was probably banging in the limo. “It’s no big deal.”

He pulled her closer, pants still open, “You sure? I don’t wanna destroy this relationship before it even gets off the ground.”

“I said I was fine with you getting it from other girls, as long as you come home to me, that is.” She knew the key; it was making things different between them, compared to their other lovers.

He hugged her tightly. “Did you get what you wanted?”

She closed her eyes as the day played in her mind. “Yeah… Thanks for letting me go. I know they’re your friends, and you don’t really like it.”

“No. It’s fine. I get why. I just don’t feel comfortable with the two of them all over each other.” He got a picture of the last time he caught them fooling around. “It just turns me off. Although I like that you enjoy it. You’re so feisty after you see them doing something. Maybe one day we’ll get together with them, and I’ll keep my eyes closed.”

He leaned down and kissed her, his dick hardening. He wished Christine could make him cum as hard as Mackenzie could, but that made it even more special with her. He was glad he thought of Mackenzie as he came.

Chico and Jake came on board the bus. They were just there to change clothes. Chico heard noises and went to investigate. He stopped at the open bathroom door and saw Brandon and Mackenzie making out against a wall. He waved at Jake who quickly was at his side.

“Think he’ll fuck her?” Jake whispered.

Chico nodded as he watched Brandon shove her pants down. “Definitely.”

Brandon and Mackenzie didn’t hear a thing. They were naked and all over each other. Unable to wait any longer, he lifted her up and carried her into the shower where there was just a bit more room. He leaned her back against the wall and drove his cock into her quickly, making her scream his name.

He turned his head. There were at least five guys watching them. He smirked. The audience quickly fueled the adrenaline pumping through him. His rhythm intensified while his lips met hers again.

Mackenzie alternatively whimpered and moaned, her insides quivering and consumed by pleasure. Brandon’s strokes were powerful and fast, making her cling to him. Then she also noticed the crowd at the door. Her eyes rolled back, and she cried out, the orgasm growing. She came so hard, her hands shook, and she slipped.

Brandon grabbed her ass and lifted her back up, spreading her legs wide. “I guess we’re the main event today.” He groaned with pleasure as her pussy tightened around him again. “Fuck, I don’t want it to end.”

She felt the same, but the day had worn her out. When seconds later, the tip of his dick was massaging her sweet spot, an explosion went off inside of her. It was a good thing they were in the shower, because the flood that came along with it was massive.

“That’s it, baby!” Brandon gripped her tightly and moaned loudly while his body shuddered. His load came out in a gush that seemed to last for minutes. He rarely came so much. “Oh God, Tink.” His body leaned on hers while his legs wobbled.

Chico smiled. “Nice one, guys.” He wished Boston were closer so he could get laid, too.

“OK, now its time for you guys to give up the bathroom,” Jake commanded.

Brandon closed the shower door. “In a minute, I got cum all over me.” He felt semen seeping out of her pussy.

“Fine, but I gotta pee.” Jake opened his pants, which made everyone else scatter. He heard the water go on in the shower and got an idea. “You guys wanna go to a strip club with us tonight? I bet the girls would like Mackenzie.”

Brandon was washing her back. “What do you think?” he asked her.

“I’m game, but I’d like to be alone with you for a while first. I missed you.”

He reached around and grabbed her breasts. “Then we’ll go to the movies. That way no one can see me. I hate being interrupted.”

They went to see a comedy. Brandon wore a hat and sunglasses besides putting his hair in a ponytail. It worked. No one seemed to notice him. Sitting in the back, he and Mackenzie laughed the entire time, holding hands. Telling her how he felt was the best move he had ever made.

Mackenzie smiled as they strode out into the night when the movie was over. “Can we take a walk by the water?” When she found the theater online, she noticed they were only about a mile from the waterfront.

“Yeah, sounds great.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. “I’d be lost without you.” He pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He pointed them southeast and walked down John Street towards Lake Ontario. “You deserve so much more than me.” He felt so inadequate to be what she needed.

She turned to him. “You’re all I need, and you’re all I ever wanted.”

“If you say so.” He wasn’t so sure.

“I mean it,” she insisted and stopped in her tracks. “No one makes me feel like you do.” It was true, although she worried about what the separation would do to them. She knew it never was a problem before, but she had opened her heart to him. She closed her eyes, trying to forget her doubts. “You’re the one I’ve been looking for.”

He was speechless, but felt the same way. Without another thought, he held her face in his hands and kissed her lips several times. His lids drifted closed as well, while they moved closer, holding each other. He wished they weren’t in public. He wanted to make love to her so badly. He turned the other way and claimed her mouth again.

Mackenzie heard nothing but their breathing. If anyone was passing them, she didn’t care. She felt the passion he had for her deep within. It quelled her fears. When his tongue teased hers, she deepened the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

When they came up for air, their eyes met and both smiled. Then once again, they walked hand in hand. Just about a mile later, they reached the trail. All the shops they had passed were closed, but the bars and restaurants were open. There were people milling about, but no one paid them any mind.

The cool breeze coming off the lake made Mackenzie shiver. Brandon pulled her closer and rubbed her arm. He had worn his leather jacket out of habit. When she shivered again, he took it off and put it on her shoulders. He patted the large American flag patch on the back. It had “Wicked End” embroidered diagonally, just like on their first CD cover after Brandon joined. Most fans and friends knew him from behind because of it.

“Better?” He lifted her chin and kissed her lips.

She gave him a shy smile, knowing the walk they were taking was not like any other. He was her boyfriend for real, and they were in public. She was also wearing his very recognizable jacket. If anyone noticed him, the world would know about them.

“So…” He hesitated, unsure how to ask the loaded question. “Uh… well, now that we’re a couple… Um… how will it change…” His heart was pounding in his ears. He didn’t want to sound like a jealous asshole. “When you go back home…” He took a deep breath. “Will things be different?” Her confused expression forced him to be blunt. “Sexually speaking, I mean.” They had broached the subject earlier, but he never got a definitive answer.

She looked into his eyes and saw his need for clarity. “Do you want me to stop seeing my, uh… friends?” She blushed, thinking about how many men she had on speed-dial just for sex. If he had ever looked at her contacts list, he would flip.

“There’s more than one?” The high-pitched response was unexpected, but he couldn’t help it. He had no idea who she slept with other than him. Although, he didn’t think there were multiple. His breath quickened as he imagined her with another man.

Looking away, she replied, “Yes.”

Suddenly he felt like a vise was around his heart. “How many?” He imagined her having several men a night in her bed, all taking turns with her, not thinking about him at all.

“Don’t do this, baby.” Her hand cupped his cheek. “They don’t mean anything to me. Like groupies for you, they just help me get off.”

He struggled to hold back tears. Never had he reacted that way, to knowing she had other lovers, but it was obvious she slept around a lot more than he did. “I do like one a month,” he blurted out, unable to hone in his jealousy. “I don’t even fuck them all. Most of the time, I just get a blowjob and think of you so I can cum. My hand usually gets
me
off!”

His heart burned. He felt like she had just punched him. Quickly, he walked away, to hide the tears. He knew he had no right to the feelings rushing through him. She had been free to do whatever she wanted before they made it official. He never put restrictions on her before.

“Brandon,” she called to him as she ran after him. His jacket slipped after a few feet, so she put her arms through the holes and hurried to him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She grabbed his arm, and he shrugged her away. “It doesn’t have to be that way.”

He sniffled and used his T-shirt to wipe his nose and cheeks. It was disgusting, but better than her seeing him looking like a wuss. He grabbed the railing in front of him and looked at the boats on the lake. No words came to him other than, “monogamy,” something he did not want either.

“Please, talk to me,” Mackenzie begged, moving next to him. “Our lives have changed completely. I want this to work. Please.”

She couldn’t help but cry, thinking she blew it with him. The last thing she ever wanted was to hurt him. She waited, her mind reeling. If he broke up with her, her heart would be ripped in two. No way could she deal with that much pain again, especially alone. She had to find a way to give him whatever he needed.

Brandon struggled to focus. His mind was going a million miles an hour. All the images of her with his bandmates flashed before him. His jealousy built again. No way could he deal with knowing she was with some strange guy without him around. It would kill him to find something left behind at her place or come home to them in bed.