Wicked End (41 page)

After the next song, Mackenzie felt someone behind her. The band was talking to the crowd. She had thought she heard breathing. She whirled around to see Jon with his huge arms folded over his very broad chest. He looked like “The Rock” standing there. She looked up at him, wondering just how tall he was. Still holding onto Brandon she waved at him.

Jon smiled. He was glad she looked even better than the day before. Even her eyes held more spark. He leaned down and asked, “How you doing? You look good.”

She smiled widely. “Stronger today, thanks.” Since taking a shower after Wicked End’s set, she felt better than when they arrived.

He laid a hand on her back. “Good to hear. Too bad I couldn’t get Crystal and them to play too.”

Brandon heard and smirked. He hoped her and Giovanni would do another foursome on the tour. He really enjoyed the first one. “Everything ready for January now?” he shouted, turning around.

“Yep, but I wanna talk to all you guys about coming over to Demonfire.” Jon hesitated. He didn’t like to poach bands, but he felt Wicked End got a bum record deal. “As in a new deal.”

Wicked End had signed a contract for two albums six months ago. “Um, you know we’re locked in for now, right?”

“Yep, I get it.” Jon took a deep breath. “I just wanna give you some options after it’s done.”

Brandon pulled Mackenzie close and hugged her. “Let me get Jesse or Scott to stay with her.” He kissed her lips when she scowled at him. “Don’t get mad. I don’t like the way Dean looks at you, and you’ve only been out of bed a few days. Let me worry, please.”

She sighed and met his pleading eyes. “I can take care of myself.”

“Tink.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “I love you. When you’re stronger I’ll back off. I promise.” He dropped a kiss on her nose. “Until then, it’s my job to protect you.” He glanced up at Jon. “Keep an eye on her. I’ll be right back.” He kissed her forehead and walked backstage.

Jon shook his head. “Wow, he’s got it bad.” He had never seen Brandon that crazy about a woman. “Overprotective much?” He laughed.

Mackenzie smiled. “Yeah, just a bit.” Then she jumped when Anthony played a high-pitched sequence of notes on stage behind her. She giggled at herself. “I forgot they were still up there.” Another song started, and she turned around.

Jon stood behind her until Jesse and Brandon returned. The music was too loud to hear each other, so Jon pointed backstage. He and Brandon headed to a private meeting room he had prepared.

“You OK?” Jesse tried not to press his body against hers as he spoke close to her ear. A nod made him smile. Then the memory of cumming inside of her made him shudder. He could not believe his first time was with her and so memorable. “Do you need some water?” He had a bottle with him just in case.

She turned to him a bit too quickly and stumbled. When his arms wrapped around her, she looked into his eyes. The night before played through her mind. He quickly figured out how to give her incredible pleasure. She hoped Brandon allowed him to be one of the approved men to please her when he was not around.

“Thanks.” She gently pulled away from him, not wanting to feel even more heat between them.

He blushed as his dick hardened. “You’re welcome.” Then he handed her the water. He wondered if he would have another chance with her. Brandon obviously trusted him.

They stayed for a few more songs. Then Mackenzie turned to Jesse and shouted, “I’m going to go look for Brandon.”

“OK.” Jesse followed her. They checked several rooms backstage, to no avail. Then they entered one where there was a large crowd.

“Hey Kenzie,” Scott shouted. He quickly pulled her over to where he had been. “This is Dominic from Gasoline, and Adrian from Delirious.”

Jesse knew she was safe with Scott, so he accepted a beer from a passing coworker and headed towards some people he knew.

Mackenzie smiled and shook Dominic and Adrian’s hands. Then she turned to Scott. “You seen Brandon?”

“He’s still with Jon and Jake, talking about our new record deal,” Scott relayed. “Jon wants us to sign with him, but we signed a contract for this album and one more.”

Mackenzie looked around, hoping Dean was not there while the men talked. She found him and a girl coming through a side door. Quickly, she grabbed Scott’s arm.

Scott smiled and put his arm around her shoulders, holding her close to him. “He’ll be back.” He turned back to Dominic. “I’ve always wanted to check out your studio. Brandon said it was pretty cool.” Then Mackenzie wrapped her arms around his waist. He looked down at her. She looked nervous. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She cringed when Dean headed in their direction. She met Scott’s eyes.
Should I tell him?
She didn’t want to start trouble. After all, she did want to fuck him anyway. The look in Dean’s eyes frightened her, though.

Dean’s smile widened when she glanced at him. He had found his entertainment for the next hour. With an evil grin, he yanked her away from Scott. “I need to talk to her about something. I’ll bring her back.”

Mackenzie begged Scott to intervene with her eyes, afraid to cause a scene. She struggled a little, trying to make Dean release her, but he held her arm tightly.

Scott watched them walk away and got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Um, hang on a minute.” He started to follow them, but Adrian put a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait, Scott. I wanted to ask a favor.” Adrian had been trying to talk to him since they had arrived the day before.

Turning back, he sighed. “She needs me.” He glanced back and watched them disappear into an adjoining room, Dean’s hand on her back.

“This won’t take long. I promise.” Adrian was nervous, but promised the rest of his band he would ask. When Scott stayed, he continued, “We wanna record a cover of ‘The Fires of Hell.’ Would that be OK?”

Mackenzie’s breath quickened when the door closed behind them. She slowly gathered her strength, in case she needed it. “What’d you want?” Her tone revealed her anger.

Dean ignored her and moved fast. He pinned her against a wall, her back to him. “You know what I want.” His hand traveled up her skirt and over the front of her thigh. “I want some more of…” He ran his fingers over her pussy. “…this.” He moaned softly in her ear while grinding his stiff cock into her ass. “Does Brandon know I fucked you?”

She shuddered, trying to think fast. “Yeah, and it’s not gonna happen again.” She tried to pull her hands free that were over her head. “Let me go!” She felt him opening his pants and fought harder. “You’ll be sorry if you hurt me again.” When the skin of his erection touched her, she pushed him back, uselessly.

“I love a fighter.” He was enjoying her body wriggling, rubbing his cock with her ass. “You want my dick, don’t you?” He jerked her skirt up, exposing her ass. “Want it up here?” He angled his cock down and slid it between her cheeks. “That would be perfect.”

She flinched, imagining the agony that would cause. “Get off!” she screamed.

He shoved her into the wall and pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. “I’m getting what I want, you little tease.”

With every ounce of strength, she swung her head back and smacked it against his, hard. “Fuck you!” It had the desired affect. Dean stumbled backwards.

She fixed her clothes and made her way to the exit. She moved slower than she had hoped, but the action had almost exhausted her.

It took Dean a few seconds to recover. He couldn’t believe she had done that. “You fucking bitch. No one does that to me.” He grabbed her before she got to the door and tossed her on the couch.

She landed on her back, and her legs went up. He startled her by holding them up. She tried to kick, but he held on tight. “Scott!” she yelled, hoping he could hear her. He turned, and she used the lapse, to move her right leg.

Dean groaned when her heel jabbed his thigh. “Fuck!” He winced and grabbed her face. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“No, I’m not.” She slapped him across the face with as much force as she could muster, his head turning. She was not going to let him get his way. “You’re an asshole.”

Pissed off, he grabbed her arms and flipped her over. “Whatcha gonna do now, bitch?” He grinned and lay down on her so she couldn’t move. “I’m getting it, baby.” He was so full of rage; he didn’t bother with a condom.

She kicked, missing several times. “Get the fuck off!”

Scott had heard Mackenzie and walked into the room. What he found, was definitely not what he expected. He saw Dean on top of her and rushed forward, to the other side of the room. She was shouting and obviously trying to get him off her.

Dean groaned as she moved her hips again. He couldn’t penetrate her, and it was getting frustrating. “Stay still!”

Mackenzie spread her legs and lifted her hips, almost allowing him entry. She kicked again. Her heels touched some part of his legs, and she pushed.

He howled as she dug her heels into his skin. Then he jumped up, knowing she broke the skin. “What the fuck?”

She moved quickly, flipping over and getting to her feet. Just as Dean turned back to her, she swung at him. “Fuck off!” Her fist connected with his cheek, and he fell to the floor.

Scott’s mouth opened wide. Shocked she was able to move so fast, he stood there, until she started to fall. He caught her just before she hit the ground. “Nice move.” He lifted her to her feet and hugged her. “What was he doing to you?” He pretended he didn’t know, while quelling the urge to bash Dean’s face in.

“Nothing, I took care of it,” she insisted. “Just forget it.” She fixed her skirt and growled, still angry with Dean. “I’m gonna…” Scott held her still. “…let go.”

Scott whispered, “Let me deal with it.”

“No. I fight my own battles.” She struggled to get away, but he didn’t let go.

Dean was up again. She had caught him off guard, and he wasn’t going to let that happen again. “Fucking bitch,” he growled under his breath. “Fuck this.” He closed his pants and left the room.

“Brandon’s gonna kill him,” Scott said in a low voice.

She looked up at him. “Don’t you dare tell him!” Her lips pursed for a few seconds. “This is my problem, not his.” She pulled away from him and carefully walked to the door, holding on to the wall a few times. She searched the room for Dean, fuming mad. When she found him, she pushed him. “You dick!”

“What the fuck’s your problem?” He grabbed her left arm. “You had your chance.”

She took a deep breath, then lashed out again. “Asshole!” Her fingers clenched and her right arm swung again.

He had to step back from the shockingly powerful blow. His hand flew to his nose. “Really?” He dabbed at the blood dripping from it.

“Why’d she do that?” Jake got to Mackenzie just as Scott did.

Scott grabbed her, stopping her from going after Dean again. “I got it.” He hugged her back to his chest. “Calm down, before you pass out.” He leaned his head on hers. “Jake, go find Brandon.”

“She OK?” Jake couldn’t help but worry.

Mackenzie slowed her breathing a bit. “I’m fine, Jake, just overdid it.”

Minutes later, Brandon rushed into the room. He found Mackenzie sitting next to Scott, her head on his shoulder. “What happened? Jake said she looked upset.”

“Um, she…”

Mackenzie interrupted Scott, “It was just a misunderstanding. I don’t want anyone talking about it.” She used Scott’s body to get up. “I missed you.” She threw her arms around him, to distract him.

“Hey, Tink.” He was getting nervous. She was shaking slightly. “Talk to me. What is it?”

She took a deep breath. “It’s nothing. Brandon, drop it, please.”

Vince, one of Gasoline’s roadies, stuck his head into the room. “Ten minutes, guys! Let’s go!”

“Oh shit, Dean. What the fuck?” Dominic grabbed a napkin and blotted the blood running over Dean’s lip. “She’s got a mean right hook.”

Brandon turned to Dominic. “ ‘She’ who?”

Mackenzie pulled him away from Dominic. “Some chick he was harassing. Can we go, please?” She didn’t want anyone to tell him the truth.

“But Gasoline didn’t play yet.” Brandon knew something was up. “Tell me why first.”

She looked up at him. “I’m just tired.”

He gazed into her eyes and saw the exhaustion. “Too long of a day for you.” He sighed. “You need your medicine anyway.” They walked to Wicked End’s dressing room where he had stored her pill bottles. When they entered, Chico and Ashley were making out on the couch. Julian was playing video games.

Brandon steered Mackenzie to one of the attached private rooms. He was grateful the arena had that type of setup backstage. He took her by the shoulders and sat her on a couch. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

She sat back and relaxed, as tired as Brandon suspected. The altercation with Dean had drained her, but she was glad she pushed back. He needed to be told it’s not OK to just take what you want. Giving him a nosebleed was quite empowering. She had always been able to take things into her own hands and was glad Brandon had no clue. He tended to overreact when it came to her. She closed her eyes, wanting to forget the whole thing.

“Hey.” Chico noticed Brandon searching through his bag in the corner. “How’s she holding up? She’s made an incredible turnaround this weekend.”

Smiling Brandon replied, “She’s tired, but still feeling good. I was worried we’d have to leave the girls behind.”

“So…” Chico grinned at Ashley. “You think Julian can hang out with you guys for a while?” When Brandon looked at him, he winked. “We got a lotta time to make up.”

“Sure. Julian, why don’t you come inside with me?” Brandon put Mackenzie’s medicine in his pocket. “Maybe you can help me make Kenzie take a nap.”

Julian jumped up, not taking his eyes off the portable game system Chico had bought for him for his birthday. “Yeah, they wanna get it on.” He made a look of disgust. “Gross.”

Brandon laughed and ushered him to where he had taken Mackenzie. “Don’t worry. I promise me and Kenzie will keep our hands to ourselves.” He looked in the room and sighed. She was asleep. “Sshh, she needs the rest.”

Julian sat across the room in a recliner and kicked his feet up. He didn’t care where he hung out, as long as he wasn’t bored. He had watched the show with his mom until then. He loved the new device Chico had gotten him. It was something he had asked for several times. Chico always came through, but he hated to ask for him material possessions. He loved him even without the gifts.