“I had to take it out,” Brandon admitted. Then he pressed his lips to hers. “Love you, Tink.”
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his back and locking her ankles. “Love you too.” Glancing to her left, she grinned. Austin was pumping faster, and Scott was moaning louder.
Brandon wanted her attention focused on him, so he lined his cock up and thrust into her hard. Her startled cry made him worry. “That hurt?”
“No.” She gripped his shoulders. “Shocked me a bit.”
He pushed into her hips, grinding slowly. “They turning you on?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes.” She lifted her pelvis, rocking against him. “Looks so hot. God, I wish you’d let one of them fuck you.”
“Not happening.” He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the male voices getting louder. “Maybe I’ll let them do some stuff to me, but not that.”
Mackenzie’s pussy clenched as Scott cried out. Then Austin did the same, holding his hips to Scott’s ass. A sudden orgasm came over her. Her nails gouged Brandon’s skin as her body alternately tensed and relaxed.
Brandon moaned loudly. She was squeezing his dick again and again. He was glad he woke her while they were still at it. Just as she collapsed beneath him, the bed moved. He turned to see Austin pulling out of Scott, then walking away.
His face screwed up. “Damn. Why’d I look?” he mumbled. Then he closed his eyes and held Mackenzie close. “Kenzie, you OK?”
“Uh-huh,” she muttered, softly.
A bit jealous that they could make her orgasm without touching her, he started driving into her a bit harder. Her low groan told him he had hit the mark. He wasn’t sure how much more she could take, after the string of orgasms she already had.
Her body was not completely limp any longer, but she was exhausted. She did her best to meet each of Brandon’s strokes. His cock felt good, but she doubted she had enough strength to cum again.
“Baby, cum.”
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “You’re not into it anymore. Are you?”
“I’m fine.” She took slow deep breaths.
Scott turned to his side and propped his head up on one hand. “I can finger you again if you need me to.”
Brandon froze. “Uh, no thanks.” Then his dick started to soften. He couldn’t get it out of his head that he’d enjoyed Scott licking his balls. “We’ll do this later.” He withdrew, got off the bed and hurried to the other room.
Mackenzie watched him leave the room in shock. “What’d I miss?”
“I think he’s embarrassed,” Scott told her. “When I was cleaning you off last night, I kinda licked his sack a few times.”
She smacked his chest. “Why’d you do that?”
“I dropped cum on him.” He rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t trying to turn him on. But he obviously liked it.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s trying to be more open. Please stop making him regress.” She slowly got to her feet and went to their room. “Brandon?” She heard the shower on and walked into the bathroom. “Hey, you all right?”
“Yeah,” Brandon said with no enthusiasm. He didn’t know if it was normal to be turned on by a man touching you sexually. “Just thinking.”
Then he thought about Kevin. Scott said Kevin freaked out after Scott made him cum. That was something like how Brandon was feeling. Does it really make a difference who’s doing it? Could I just enjoy Scott doing stuff to me and not be bisexual? Do you have to be attracted to men to be gay or bisexual?
“Baby?” Mackenzie stepped into the shower. His expression told her he was deep in thought and maybe even upset. “Are you upset about what Scott did last night?”
He took a deep breath and pulled her into his arms, needing her strength. “Am I bi, too?” He leaned his head on hers. “I liked him touching me.”
“When you look at him, do you get hard?”
Brandon sighed. “No.”
“Then you’re not.” She ran her hands up his back. “Even if you were, I’d still love you. You don’t think of me as bi, do you?”
“Well, no.” He knew she had a point. “It was just sex.”
She tapped his skin. “Exactly. Don’t label it, just enjoy it. Please.”
He exhaled loudly, feeling much better. “What would I do without you?”
“Who knows?” She laughed. “Are we doing anything today?”
Brandon tugged her under the stream of water, to wet her hair. “Margarette invited us to her place. Chico’s been staying there I’m sure.” He paused. “I wonder if Jake nailed Liam’s wife last night.”
“If he did, she’ll be walking kinda funny tonight.” She looked up at her boyfriend. “If I hadn’t been with Scott before that, I would’ve been bowlegged.”
He grabbed her ass. “Only I’m making you bowlegged from now on.”
Knowing he wasn’t her most well-endowed lover, she didn’t comment. On more than one occasion, she had an odd gait after a night with Sasha. He was about the size of Scott. Brandon didn’t know that. She hoped he didn’t notice when he saw them on camera the next weekend. Then she wondered if he had been truly serious.
“You still want to watch me and Sasha next week?” She sighed as he rubbed shampoo into her hair.
He remembered asking. “Yeah. I didn’t get to see how he treats you.” He carefully rinsed her head. “But don’t tell him I’m watching at first. I wanna see the real him.” He hoped he could handle it. It was making him nervous already.
“O-K.” Mackenzie wasn’t so sure about that. “Isn’t that illegal?”
Brandon shrugged. “It’s your place. Well, Jesse’s place. It’ll only be me watching. I promise.”
When they were both dressed, Brandon peeked into the next room. Scott was dressed and sitting in a chair facing the bathroom. “You guys wanna go out for breakfast?”
“Sure,” Scott replied. “If Austin ever finishes with his hair.” He folded his arms over his chest. “I thought you didn’t wanna be recognized. Everyone’s gonna stare at the guy with the blue Mohawk.”
Austin stepped into the bedroom. “Fine, but now I gotta wash all this crap outta my hair.”
Fifteen minutes later, they were riding down the elevator. They all wore jeans and T-shirts, the guys hats and sunglasses as well. First stop was Starbucks for coffee, then on to the hotel’s restaurant/bar. They drew a few looks, but nothing worrisome.
Mackenzie looked at the menu for a few minutes. “This place is expensive,” she whispered to Brandon.
He chuckled. “Will you stop thinking of money? I’m paying. Got it?”
“OK,” she replied sheepishly.
Scott put down his menu. “I’m doing the buffet. I’m starving.”
“That makes two of us,” Austin added.
Brandon scanned the menu, debating on how hungry he was. “Hey, Tink. They got smoothies.”
She enjoyed them but didn’t like all the work it took to make them. Smiling, she read the choices. “Hmmm, berry or banana. Hard choice.”
“I’m getting Belgian waffles and an omelet,” Brandon announced.
As soon as their waitress arrived, all the guys started talking at once. “I’m good, but not that good. How about ladies first?” Mackenzie ordered, then the guys did.
Scott and Austin stood. “We’ll be back,” Scott said. They both came back with plates loaded with food. “Damn, Brandon. You’re missing out.” He dug into his food as soon as he sat down.
Their drinks were set in front of them. “Thanks.” Mackenzie looked up and smiled. She took a sip of her smoothie. “Wow, I like that.”
“Let me try.” Brandon grabbed her cup and took a sip. “Different.” He didn’t like sweet things as much as her. “Coffee’s good enough for me.” He took a careful gulp of his coffee. Then when two plates were set in front of him he sighed. “This is good too.” He glanced up to see Scott feeding Austin something from his fork.
Austin chewed the piece of sausage with
a smile. Scott was acting a bit loving in public. He had the urge to kiss him, but held back. Instead, he put an arm over the back of his seat. When Scott sat back and looked at him, his grin widened.
Knowing he had hurt Austin, Scott was trying his best to be what Austin needed. It felt good and almost natural. His feelings for Austin were ones he always thought he should hide.
When his family disowned him, he hated himself. Since he had come to terms with his sexuality, he decided feelings for men were never going to happen. They were only for sex. Then he met Austin. It took a few years of messing around and spending time together. Despite him fighting it, it eventually happened.
“Try this.” Scott stabbed a slice of mango and put it in Austin’s open mouth. “Never tasted mango so good.”
Austin’s eyes widened. “Yeah, that is good.”
Mackenzie stole a piece of waffle off Brandon’s plate. “That’s good, too.” She broke off a chunk of banana nut muffin and held it in front Brandon’s face. “Have some.”
Brandon smiled. He knew he would get some, so didn’t order his own muffin. He opened his mouth and sucked the food and her fingers into his mouth. “That was fun,” he said when she pulled them out.
She giggled. “You had your chance earlier.”
He groaned. “‘Yeah, I know.” He looked down at his growing cock. “Tell him that.” He pointed to his lap.
Leaning down, Mackenzie quietly said, “Sorry, but you have to wait.” Then she laughed. “Never thought I’d say that.” They normally made time for sex, no matter what.
They continued eating until full. Everyone argued over the check until Austin held it over his head where no one could reach. “I fucking got it.” He walked to our waitress and handed her several bills. Then he came back to the table with a smirk on his face. “Even got the tip.”
Chapter 6
Scott rang the doorbell while Brandon paid the cab driver. Austin and Mackenzie were just walking up the stairs. Margarette owned a beautiful two-story, three-bedroom home in Central City with covered porches on both floors. Everyone’s mouth dropped when Jake answered the door.
“What?” Jake looked down at himself. “Somethin’ wrong?”
Scott glanced at Austin, then back at Jake. “Just kinda surprised you’re here. Thought you’d be off with some groupie.”
“Well…” Jake hesitated. “Bridgette wanted me to stay.” He avoided looking at his bandmates. Never had he spent more than a few hours with a woman. He blushed, hoping it didn’t come up that he’d stayed in the guest room that night.
Austin stepped up to Jake. “You listen to a woman? I gotta meet this chick.” He pushed past Jake and walked into the house. “Chico, I need to meet this Bridgette woman.”
Chico was lounging in a recliner. He pointed to the kitchen. “The one who’s not Margarette.”
“Who wants to know?” Bridgette stepped into the family room with a large knife in her hand.
Austin put his hands up. “Sorry. That would make me stay, too.” His eyes flitted around the room. “Chico… Is she…”
“Margarette,” Chico called loudly. “Tell her to relax.”
Brandon laughed. “Austin’s scared of dominant women.”
“Yeah, he likes submissive men,” Jake joked. Then he covered his mouth. “Shit, sorry.”
Scott watched for a reaction from the women, but there was none. Relief washed over him. “It’s OK, Jake.”
Exhaling loudly, Jake was glad he didn’t out his bandmates. He glanced at Bridgette, who winked at him. No woman had interested him for anything but sex since they’d begun to fall at his feet. He was used to getting what he wanted. Bridgette was not a pushover or easy in the least. For some reason, he liked her.
For a few seconds, he thought about his teen years. His family didn’t have money, so he wore his older brother’s hand-me-downs. Lacking confidence in his appearance, he didn’t date much until he picked up a guitar. Then girls flocked to him. He enjoyed their attention and exploited it to its fullest. His senior year of high school, he must have screwed half the female population of his town.
Looking Bridgette’s way, Jake wasn’t sure if could forget about her when they left. He had no experience with relationships or even keeping in touch with anyone but family. Hurting her was not the plan, but it would be hard not to. She was not like groupies. That might be what the attraction was.
Mackenzie walked to the kitchen. “Hi. I’m Brandon’s girlfriend, Mackenzie.” She put out her hand.
After wiping her hand on her pants, Bridgette pulled Mackenzie into a hug. “Nice to meet you. We heard about your accident. Glad you’re all right.”
Margarette washed her hands, then came to Mackenzie. “Me too. Good to see you again.” They had spent a bit of time together after the show the night before.
Trying not to blush, Mackenzie couldn’t help but think of Chico fucking her on the bus. “I’m glad we had no plans today.”
“Hope you’re hungry.” Bridgette stirred the rice on the stove.
Sighing, Mackenzie replied, “We just came from breakfast. Kinda got a late start today.”
“You can have some later, then.” Margarette opened the oven to check the chicken. Go sit inside. We have it all under control.”
Mackenzie made her way back to the living room and smiled at the men relaxing around the room. “Anyone need a drink?”
Chico raised his empty beer bottle. “I could use one.”
“Get off your ass and get it yourself, Carlos!” Bridgette shouted from the kitchen.
Scott laughed. “First time I heard a woman tell Chico that.”
“Shut up.” Chico scowled at Scott as he got up. Then he walked to the kitchen and growled at Bridgette, “Don't ever call me that! I hate that name.”
“Carlos” was Chico’s father’s name, and his father had been an abusive asshole. Chico was glad he had left him, his mom and his siblings many years ago. He took a few deep breaths, trying to let it go. Not many knew why he insisted on being called Chico instead of his given name. Even less knew what his legal name actually was.
Chico turned to his girlfriend, his tone soft. “Mami, necesitas ayuda?” He was the cook for the band and crew for the most part. Out of habit, he expected to be the one cooking. “Huele muy bien.” He only spoke Spanish with her and his mother.
Margarette waved him away. “Sit and hang out with your friends.” She grinned when he stole a quick kiss.
When Chico sat down with a full beer bottle, Mackenzie glanced at him. He seemed so at home there. It was odd, because at Ashley’s home in Boston, he was the same way. How did he make maintaining four relationships look easy? She couldn’t date someone knowing there were others who meant just as much to him. At least she and Brandon only had feelings for each other.
Brandon didn’t understand it either. He watched as Margarette swept into the room and kissed Chico on the mouth. Then he swatted her ass, and she smiled. It looked so normal. Any outsider would think she was his only woman. It was a bit weird, but it was what Chico had been doing for years. He put an arm over Mackenzie’s shoulders and pulled her close.
“How does he keep their names straight?” she whispered.
Shrugging, Brandon replied, “I couldn’t do it. You’re hard enough to handle as it is.”
“Fuck you.” She rapped him in the gut. “I am not hard to handle.”
Scott leaned over Brandon and quietly added, “No, she’s fun to handle.” A jab in his ribs made him gasp. He turned to Austin. “What?”
“Don’t make it obvious.” Austin was sure Brandon didn’t want Jake to know about the night before. “Jake’s here.”
Cocking an eyebrow, Scott thought for a few seconds. “True. He’d probably be annoyed he didn’t get any.” Then he looked up to see Bridgette put her arms around Jake and whisper to him. “Um, looks like he got somethin’ else going on.”
Austin followed Scott’s gaze. “Wow. More than unexpected.”
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p; Jake didn’t protest when Bridgette reached up and kissed his lips. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, caressing her tongue with his. Everyone but Chico and Margarette stared dumbfounded.
“Did Jake take a hit to the head?” Austin whispered. “What’s up with that?”
Brandon turned to him. “Maybe he’s jealous that the rest of us have someone special.” Chico came to mind. “Well, or a few someones.”
“It’s about time.” Mackenzie smiled. “She looks like a tough one. Maybe that’s all he needed. A girl to say no to him.”
Margarette announced, “Lunch is ready.”
Chico jumped up. “Perfect timing. My stomach’s growling.”
Everyone sat in the dining room although Mackenzie did nothing but drink water. She watched Jake and Bridgette. They looked like a couple dating for a few weeks. Not remotely like two people who just met the day before. Was Jake faking it? If he was, why?
Brandon shook his head as Jake smiled at Bridgette. In all the years he had known him, not once had he been that nice to a woman. Brandon asked, “So, uh, you two… are a thing?” Dead silence. He gulped. “I just feel like I missed something.”
“Something wrong with that?” Jake glared at Brandon.
Shrugging, Brandon replied, “Nah, just asking.” He glanced at Mackenzie and whispered, “Guess so.”
The looks between Jake and Bridgette had increased in intensity throughout the meal. When everyone was done, Chico and Jake helped clear the dishes.
Mackenzie brought her glass to the kitchen to get more water. She froze at the archway and waited. Bridgette licked her lips as she stared at Jake loading the dishwasher. Obviously, she was very into him.
“You’re not gonna win, woman,” Jake laughed quietly. He noticed her checking him out. “I got my hand to keep me company.”
Smiling, Mackenzie carried her still empty glass into the living room where the guys had settled again. She sat next to Brandon. “I think I figured the Jake thing out.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “Jake told her she won’t win. Sounds like they have a bet about who can hold out the longest.”
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