Sinful Needs (Wicked End Book 2)

by Jeanisse, Bella

  Austin grinned as he looked over Scott’s shoulder, licking his lips. “I like your dick hard.”

  “Be serious.” Scott held onto the edge as Austin searched the twin-sized bunk. “Something’s up if he needs to talk now.” He exhaled with relief when Austin handed him a towel. They tried to always keep something around, just in case. He covered his crotch and hopped down to the floor. “Gimme a minute or two.”

  Brandon nodded and started looking for clothes. He dressed in the hallway. Then he grabbed his wallet and phone. The bus was in Jackson, Mississippi. There had to be some place they could walk to that was open so early. He couldn’t take being on that bus another minute.

  Scott used the toilet, then quietly put on the outfit he had pulled from the closet. Taking deep breaths, he pushed the erotic dream from his mind. Brandon needed him clear headed. When he entered the hallway, Brandon leaned against the refrigerator, drinking a beer.

  “Already?” Scott cocked an eyebrow, knowing about Brandon’s unwritten rule. “That means it’s big. What happened?”

  Brandon frowned. “Not here.” He downed the rest of his drink and tossed the bottle. “Let’s go get some breakfast or something.” Then he headed to the exit.

  “Wait. We might be recognized.” Scott went back to the closet and quickly located his sunglasses and hijacked one of Chico’s baseball caps. Then he turned to see Brandon donning sunglasses and his fedora.

  Both clad in jeans and a T-shirt, they stepped off the bus. The temperature had dipped into the 50s. Brandon debated on wearing his leather jacket, then groaned. The last thing he wanted was to be recognized.

  “You think Jake would mind if I borrowed a hoodie?” Brandon looked back at the bus.

  Scott rubbed his arms. “Nah. I’m gonna grab Austin’s.” He had a jean jacket he could wear in cool weather, but not much else.

  They soon walked away from the bus with the hoods up over their heads. A few employees glanced their way as they walked across the fairgrounds property. The bus had arrived during the night while Brandon tossed and turned. At the edge of the grounds, Brandon checked his phone to be sure they were headed in the right direction. He pointed east. They found a chain restaurant only a few blocks away.

  Minutes later, they sat across from each other in a corner booth, hoods down and glasses off. The place was quite deserted, even for a weekday morning, putting them both at ease. Neither said a word while they browsed the menu. Coffee was set in front of them before either had made a decision. Scott poured milk and sugar into his cup and stirred slowly. Then he glanced at a majorly troubled Brandon.

  “What’s on your mind?” Scott asked it as casually as possible.

  Brandon put his menu down and looked at his hands on the table. “A lotta shit.” He stared at his coffee, debating on adding sugar or not. “I asked Kenzie to do something. Then I changed my mind.”

  “O—K.” Scott put his cup down. He waited for more, but Brandon started dumping sugar in his coffee. “Like getting an apartment?” It was the first thing that came to mind. He already knew Brandon bought her a new car, and they were building a house.

  Sighing, Brandon wasn’t sure how to say it. “No. She has these guys she fucks.”

  Scott’s mouth dropped. It was the first he heard about her life without Brandon. “Uh…” What do you say to that? When there was only silence again, he asked, “Does that upset you?”

  “Fuck yeah!” Brandon sighed and lowered his voice. “Sorry. This is complicated. Guess I shoulda talked to you about this a while ago.” He had been dealing with it alone for too long. “When we’re apart, we agreed on… Well… We can both fuck other people. Just not every day.”

  A server stopped at their table. “Have you decided?”

  The men looked at each other. Brandon shrugged and said, “Sure. Three-egg bacon and cheddar omelet, hash browns and extra bacon.”

  She turned to Scott, and he ordered. “Pancakes, sausage, two poached eggs and orange juice.” He handed his menu to the server and glanced at Brandon. “You want her to stay faithful?”

  “Not possible.” Brandon laid his head on the table. “She almost imploded holding out for me last time. I can’t let her suffer like that.” He exhaled loudly, then groaned. “Friday at the airport, she was fucking shaking. I felt so guilty.” He slowly looked up. “I met the guys she can fuck.”

  Scott blurted out, “You’re kidding?” He covered his mouth for a few seconds, then met Brandon’s eyes. “Did you kill them?”

  “No.” Brandon pouted a bit. “Wanted to punch one of them, but he thought they were gonna fuck right away. We didn’t set any rules yet. Now he’s terrified of me.” He paused. “I read some of the texts they exchange by mistake. They get so nasty with each other.” Then he sat up. “Not what I wanted to talk about.”

  After finishing his coffee, Scott said, “Sounds like you needed to tell someone though.”

  “Guess so.” Brandon knew he did. “OK, yeah I did. We had a threesome with one of her other guys. Not the one who’s scared of me, though. I didn’t see him in action.”

  Scott was confused. “Huh?”

  “To make sure he treats her right,” Brandon explained. “So I asked her to fuck him on camera for me. But I don’t think I can handle watching someone else all over her so far away.” He thought for a minute. “I asked her to do it while we were fucking. Guess I didn’t really think it through.”

  Trying to hide his shock at the entire revelation, Scott rubbed his bottom lip. “Well, maybe it is a good idea to watch. You like being watched, and I know you like watching her get fucked after what you told me about that couple in Michigan.”

  “True.” Brandon didn’t know what to do. “Now I’m even more torn.”

  Their food arrived and coffee refilled. They both fell silent, hungrier than they realized. It didn’t take either of them long to clean off half their plate.

  Scott leaned back and looked across the table. “How about you start with cybersex?” He winked, hoping he could watch.

  “Funny you say that.” Brandon couldn’t help but smile. “She suggested it.” He blushed slightly, hoping no one heard him jacking off to her image. “It’d be hot to watch her play with herself.”

  “Sure would.” Scott grinned. “Just imagining it is getting me hard.” He shook his head. “Sorry. This is about your feelings, not sex really.” He wanted to take Brandon’s hand, but resisted. “Have you ever gotten upset she fucked someone?”

  Brandon furrowed his eyebrows. “Dean. Fucking asshole.”

  “Oh, no. We’re not going there again.” Scott held Brandon’s gaze. “He got what was coming to him. You need to let that go. She has.”

  Trying to calm himself, Brandon nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I know. But I didn’t want her to fuck him in the first place.”

  “Why?” Scott hoped to make Brandon figure things out for himself. “Jealous?”

  Chewing on his bottom lip, Brandon replied, “Yep. It’s probably the same with Sasha.” He sighed. “He tells her things like, ‘Ready for my huge cock?’ Or ‘I’m gonna hold you down and fuck you so hard.’ Stuff like that.” He took a deep breath. “Sounds like he’s this amazing lover.”

  “You’re worried he’s better than you.” Scott’s eyebrows went up. He could see the fear all over Brandon’s face. “Right?”

  Brandon thought about it for a few seconds. “Yeah. What if he starts fucking her, and she screams like she does with me? Or calls him ‘baby’ like me? Or kisses him?”

  “Did you tell her she can’t kiss him?”

  “We made rules… Well, I made rules, and that’s one of ’em.” Brandon looked up again. “I should just get over myself and let her fuck him, huh?”

  Scott hated seeing his best friend in turmoil. “I say wait till we get to Florida. Invite him over, and if you don’t like the way he is with her, tell him to leave.”

  “She’ll go bonkers by then.” Brandon exhaled loudly and scrubbed his face with his hand
s. “I guess I can tell her to have Enrique over instead. That guy I trust.”

  “Cool. Do you feel better?” Brandon’s nod made Scott relax.

  They both went back to eating. After another coffee refill, Brandon spoke while stirring sugar in. “What’s up with you and Austin?”

  Confused, Scott glanced up. “What’d you mean?”

  “Well, you been getting closer, it seems.” Brandon knew Scott hated to talk about feelings, at least his own. “But there’s like this tension sometimes. You guys doing OK?”

  “We’re fine.” The answer was so quick, even Scott didn’t believe it.

  Brandon stared at him and saw his lip twitch. “Bullshit. Something happened this weekend. I could feel it every time you were together. Did he cheat on you?”

  “Cheat? Wait, this is just… He’s just...” Scott didn’t know how to make it sound believable. “We’re just fooling around.”

  Laughing, Brandon was shocked Scott thought no one knew. “You guys been more than fuck buddies for a while now. We all know it.” Then it hit Brandon. “Wait. Are you seeing someone else?”

  “No.” Scott groaned. “He told me… He told me he loved me.”

  Brandon’s mouth dropped. He thought he heard Austin say that one morning. “And that scared the shit outta you, didn’t it?”

  “I guess.” Scott moved his lips around, trying to think of something else to talk about.

  Thinking back, Brandon remembered being terrified of his own feelings. “When I realized I loved Kenzie, I thought she would hate me for it. It hurt pretty bad. Austin’s probably feeling shitty if you didn’t say it back. You do love him? Don’t you?”

  “I don’t know.” Scott looked outside. “I shouldn’t feel that way about another guy.”

  “Why not?” Brandon was surprised by his own words, but he knew Scott and Austin belonged together. It was different but seemed right.

  Scott looked up. “Just how I was brought up.”

  “Oh.” It was starting to click. “Parents ain’t always right. You need to decide for yourself if you love him.”

  “I can’t talk about this anymore.” Scott waved a hand to call the server. “Thanks, though.”

  Brandon smiled. “We both gotta make decisions.”

  * * *

  Almost a thousand miles away, Mackenzie sat in her office, her hands shaking slightly. She hoped her third cup of coffee would help. Travis was out sick, so she had the room to herself. To her right was a picture of Brandon and her from the office party the month before. He was holding her, and they both looked happy.

  Waking up Tuesday morning wrapped in Brandon and Jesse’s limbs was amazing. She went to the airport, sore, satisfied and bowlegged. The past two days her libido was low, but being alone had been hell for her. She woke up every morning searching the bed for Brandon. Eleven days felt like forever. How can I stand it that long?

  “Hey, you up for lunch today?” Terri strolled into her office with a smile on her face. “I was thinking Italian.” She paused when she saw the tension in her friend’s face. “Hey, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

  Mackenzie looked up. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

  “You miss him.” Terri was glad she and Brandon got together finally, but the distance was doing a number on her best friend. “Call him.”

  Closing her eyes, Mackenzie’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t wanna wake him up. He’s not an early riser.”

  “I’d think not. Up all night and sleep all day. Bet that’s daily life on the road.”

  “Not exactly.” Mackenzie knew it was close though. “Brandon’s not the party type.”

  Terri smirked. “Not unless you’re involved.”

  “Don’t make me think about sex.” Mackenzie groaned. “I’m trying to hold out for him again.” She could already sense it was going to be difficult. However, her last conversation with Brandon revealed just how much he hated her with other men.

  “Did he change his mind about sharing you?” Terri worried Mackenzie would break down like she had the last time. It wasn’t pretty.

  Mackenzie shook her head. “No. He’s just hesitant.”

  “You need something.” Terri sat on Mackenzie’s desk. “If you want, I can come over tonight. Brandon can watch. I don’t mind.”

  Seriously considering it, Mackenzie shrugged. “I’ll ask if he’s all right with that.” She was sure he would agree, but didn’t want to assume.

  “I think he’d love it.” Terri noticed Mackenzie’s hands. “Hey, what happened?” She reached over and grasped her right hand. “You’re shaking.”

  Pulling away, Mackenzie replied, “Just jittery. I’m fine.”

  “It’s starting already?” Terri was worried. “If you don’t tell him how hard it is for you, I will.” She sighed. “I thought you were allowed three guys.”

  “I am.” Mackenzie sipped her coffee, begging for it to help. “It’s complicated, but I can only fuck one of them right now. I can last a few more days.”

  Terri frowned. “Girl, you’re gonna explode if you wait it out.”

  Mackenzie’s phone rang. She fished it out of her bag and grinned widely. “It’s him.”

  “Later.” Terri waved as she left, closing the door behind her.

  Hand still shaking, Mackenzie answered, “Hey, baby.”

  “Miss you.” Brandon stretched slightly in his bunk. The talk with Scott was a great idea.

  She smiled. “Miss you, too.”

  “I been thinking.” He took a deep breath. “How about you have Enrique over Saturday instead, but I’m not gonna watch.”

  Relief washing over her, she leaned back in her chair. “If you’re sure you can handle it.”

  “I can.” He closed his eyes, wishing he were there for her, but knew it wasn’t possible. “How’s your day going?”

  “It’s OK.”

  His eyes opened, hearing the tremble in her voice. “Is it starting already?”

  “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

  That was obviously a lie. “Tell me the truth. No matter what, I won’t get jealous.” He gritted his teeth, bracing for something painful. The only thing he could think of was she cheated.

  “I’m lonely,” she admitted. “Terri had an idea.”

  Brandon let out the breath he was holding in. “What?”

  “She suggested me and her get together to take the edge off.”

  “God, that would be fuckin’ hot.” Brandon groaned as his cock stirred. “Can I watch?”

  Mackenzie laughed. “Thought you’d like it.” She hoped she enjoyed it as much as him. “What time do you think you’d be available tomorrow?”

  “Friday? Um, probably not till after midnight. Got a show in Little Rock. We go on at 10.” He thought for a few seconds. “Saturday we go on at nine, I think. So that night I’ll be done earlier.”

  She didn’t want to wait another night. “Call me when you get done Friday. We’ll go out or something to waste time.”

  “Cool.” He couldn’t wait to see it.

  Chapter 12

  Friday night turned out to be a disaster. Mackenzie was nervous. Terri had tried to relax her with a massage. It helped a bit, but she kept looking at Brandon on her laptop. He loved it, but she didn’t want to fake it. She closed her eyes while Terri ate her out, but she wasn’t into it. In the end, she and Terri figured out that Mackenzie needed a man in the room. It just wasn’t the same when Brandon wasn’t part of it.

  Saturday afternoon, she cleaned the apartment in preparation for Enrique’s arrival. When she took a break to have some dinner, her phone went off. She swiped the screen and saw Enrique’s name. She read the screen and frowned.

  Sorry. I have to work on a project tonight. Can we reschedule?

  He was always so polite and proper. Eyes closed, she groaned. Her entire body was aching for a man’s touch. She fleetingly thought about contacting someone not on the approved list. Then she realized that was what Brandon had feared. She couldn’t do that to him
.

  I understand. Maybe next weekend.

  She hit send and sighed. Her phone chimed again. She said, “What now?”

  It was Brandon.What time’s he coming?

  Brandon’s message surprised her. She didn’t think he wanted to know anything about her liaisons. Quickly, she replied. He’s not. Has to work.

  You OK?

  Her hand shook as she typed. Fine. Don’t worry.

  Liar.

  Rolling her eyes, she wished he didn’t know her so well.

  I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry about me.

  After our set, I’ll take care of you. Well kinda. I still wanna watch you masturbate.

  She smirked. Would be hot watching you jerk off.

  Want your pussy taking up my laptop screen.

  Backstage in a Birmingham, Alabama venue, Brandon groaned as his cock stiffened. Just the thought of cybersex had him going up the wall. He wondered why Mackenzie didn’t reply right away. The week without her had been brutal. He had to jerk off three times a day to keep from getting hard at awkward times. If she didn’t answer him soon, he might just do it again.

  Looking around the dressing room, he shook his head. Every member of his band had at least one girl all over them. The one he wanted was miles away, untouchable. Watching her would be the next best thing. His phone vibrated, and he opened the next message.

  His mouth dropped and eyes widened. It wasn’t a reply. It was a picture of her freshly shaven pussy, lips spread. He leaned on the nearest wall and stared at the photo. She had sent him others, but she was so wet, he wanted to dive in.

  You like?

  Mackenzie knew he did, but wanted a response. Almost five minutes had passed. Her phone chimed again.

  Fuck yeah I do. I wanna see that pussy full-screen tonight. Use the new vibrator I bought you.

  She smiled. It was her new favorite toy. She had pointed out in the store that it looked just like Brandon’s cock.