Sinful Needs (Wicked End Book 2)

by Jeanisse, Bella

  She grinned. “When you get home—lots of make-up sex.” It felt good to tease him again.

  “So, we’re good?” He was terrified to assume.

  Sighing, she replied, “Yes. In my eyes at least. How about yours?”

  “Me too.” He felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “Sorry, this got so bad. I was so pissed, I broke my phone. Then I was scared to talk to you. Losing you would break me.”

  Scott opened the door slowly. “Brandon? You OK?” He peeked in and smiled when he saw Brandon on the phone.

  “We’re good. Thanks.” Brandon waved at Scott and watched him leave. Then he focused on Mackenzie again. “Scott’s worried about me. I kinda went a little downhill.” He wasn’t sure if he should admit to any more. “But, that’s over now. Let’s start over. Please.”

  She smiled. “I’d like that.” She sank into Terri’s couch, tired. Sleep was rare since that night. “Only a few days in California?”

  “My flight’s on Monday.” Things he had to do once back in Baltimore ran through his mind. “When I get home, I’ll just pack what I can in the Benz and head down to you.”

  “Good.” She couldn’t stand being away from him for long. “So, what furniture are you bringing down?”

  He grinned. “Not much. My recliner. You know I can’t let that go. Some of my mom’s stuff, too. I already hired movers to pack up everything.” He wanted to move into their rented house right away. “Do you mind picking out new furniture on your own? That way, it’s done?”

  “Sure.” She was happy he was still excited about moving. “Living room and bedroom?”

  “Every room. We’ll leave most of it for Jesse. His lease is up December first. Not sure how he wants to work that.” He paused. “Do you mind if I hire a decorator to do our house?”

  Her eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

  “So we don’t have to worry about it,” he explained. “You can approve all the purchases beforehand if you like.”

  She nodded. “As long as they don’t make everything gaudy. I like simple.”

  “Me too. I’ll tell them to stick to the basics.” He wanted to see her. “I miss you, Tink.”

  Her heart swelling, she told him, “I miss you too. Can’t wait for you to be here.” She bit her lip, emotion welling up again. “A week, maybe?”

  “Possibly 10 days.” He thought about switching things around. Then he realized the plan was the right way to go. “I have to get home, pack, tell the movers what’s going to Florida and what’s being donated.”

  He planned to give most of his furniture and two of his cars to a charity that helped single mothers get their own place. It was what most of his monetary donations went to as well. Since his mother raised him alone, struggling the entire time, he wanted to help women in that situation. That way their children didn’t have to live like he did. Until Mackenzie came along.

  “Baby? You all right?” She could tell he was thinking.

  Brandon let the thought go. “Yeah, just memories. Wish my mom could see us together.”

  “She can.” Mackenzie wasn’t sure of that but knew he needed to hear it. “I know she’s proud of you, like always.”

  He smiled, not letting the tears start again. “Thanks. Kenzie?”

  “Yes?”

  “I love you. Go get some sleep. Your voice is fading.”

  She kissed the phone. “Love you too. Hope that holds you for 10 days.”

  Chapter 27

  The next Monday night, Brandon was at LAX, glad the tour was over. The final concert the night before was held at the Hollywood Palladium. Basically standing room only, it was crazy. It was the biggest mosh pit he had ever seen. Every time he played there, he imagined all the greats that been there before him. It awed him sometimes that his band was on track to maybe one day be the next Avenged Sevenfold or even as huge as Metallica. He couldn’t fathom having that many fans worldwide.

  He sat in a corner, hiding behind a magazine. Security had gotten him to the gate in one piece, but then there was an emergency, and they had to leave him. He glanced around at the other passengers. No one paid him any mind. That was good.

  “Shit,” he muttered and yanked his phone from his pocket. He had been so busy he forgot to call Mackenzie. After pulling up her last text, he hit the call button. It rang a few times before she answered. “So good to hear your voice.” He grinned, glad everything was back on track again.

  “When’re you coming home?” Mackenzie asked, sleepily, as she undressed for bed. She had stayed up late waiting for his call, falling asleep on the couch.

  Brandon took a deep breath. “It’ll take a few days. Sorry.”

  She understood but wished she could help. “Should I come help you this weekend?”

  “No. I’ll be done by, then. Miss you, Tink.” He looked up when they called his flight. “I gotta get on the plane. When I saw Jesse this morning, he said he might change his flight to tomorrow, but he wasn’t sure yet. Love you.”

  She sat on Jesse’s bed. “Love you too. Call me in the morning.” She ended the call and set her phone on the nightstand. “Another lonely night.” At least he’ll be home for a while this time.

  She undressed and settled in bed, staring at the ceiling. Hope that Jesse would come home soon also faded. He hadn’t called, and from what Brandon said, it sounded like it would be another day. The apartment was small and very lonely. Someone to talk to after work would be welcome.

  Without her various lovers to keep her occupied, she was going bonkers. Although she was allowed Enrique and Sasha, they didn’t stay over because of Brandon’s rules. She understood those rules, but she wished she had a bit of leeway. Both had been by since she and Brandon had made up, him watching via webcam each time. He had started to like it.

  Her eyelids were heavy. She turned to her side. “Good night, baby,” she whispered to the air.

  An hour later, Jesse unlocked his apartment door and walked in quietly. He smiled at the clean and orderly living room. Having Mackenzie around had many bonuses. He saw her purse on the floor next to the couch, so he knew she was home. Tossing his bag on the couch, he debated watching television. He was tired, though.

  He moved to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was fully stocked with Samuel Adams and other food and drinks. He snatched a bottle of water and guzzled most of it. Then he found leftover rotisserie chicken and pulled a leg off. The long flight had had a meal, but it was small. He tended to eat more than most men of his size.

  After cleaning up, he bit his lip and headed to his bedroom. He stood in the doorway, finding Mackenzie sprawled out on his bed, naked. His cock instantly sprang to life. Brandon told him he could fuck her if she were in the mood. He explained his rules. Most were understandable, except the sleepover one. He balked at that one since it was his bed. Reluctantly, Brandon gave in but didn’t look happy about it.

  With a grin, he stepped into the bathroom and took a long shower. That was a luxury he’d had very little of on the tour. The hot water felt good. He washed while imagining Mackenzie riding him, begging him to cum in her. If only she were awake, he could fuck her until they both dropped.

  After drying off, he climbed into his bed. Mackenzie took up the right side, so he lay next to her and looked her over. Hesitantly, he reached over and caressed her left breast. He pinched her nipple slightly, making it harden. Her legs moved, telling him she was becoming aroused already. Then suddenly she turned away from him.

  Disappointed, he lay on his back and stroked his engorged cock a few times. He couldn’t disrespect her by fucking her in her sleep. Only Brandon had that right. His eyes closed as the long day caught up with him. Unpacking the truck and filling the storage rooms was hard work. Because of the limited space, they didn’t have as much help as they did on tour. He, Mike, Jason and Jeff did most of the work. His weary body started to relax, and his mind wandered.

  Mackenzie turned and felt the body next to her. She had no clue Jesse had been asleep
next to her for a few hours. Assuming he was Brandon and too out of it to see clearly who it really was, she straddled his waist and lay her head on his shoulder. With her eyes closed, she slid her wet pussy over his flaccid cock, rocking her body up and down.

  When he was hard, she lifted his shaft and held it while she sank down on it. She winced, not understanding why he felt so big. Slowly she rocked again, her body shuddering with each stroke. He stirred beneath her, moaning softly. As soon as she had taken him to the hilt, she rested. Something’s not right. He felt different.

  Her eyes closed, but her entire body tingling with need, she held onto his shoulders and kissed his lips several times. Then her hips rose and fell at a languid pace. She was too tired for anything more.

  Jesse woke up moaning. “Fuck.” Then he felt the pussy around his dick. Mackenzie’s hair brushed his skin as she rode him. He looked up and was shocked she was on top of him.

  She looked down, and her hips froze. “Jesse?” That made more sense. “Guess you came home. Like your welcome?”

  “Yeah.” He groaned as she clenched around him within. “Damn, girl.”

  She pumped her hips faster. “Gonna keep me going till Brandon gets here?” She grinned, a bit of energy surging through her. He could distract her just enough.

  “Hell yes, baby. You can fuck me day and night if you want.” He grabbed her ass and held her down as he pushed up. “Want me to give you what I know you like?”

  An eyebrow rose. “Huh?”

  He quickly flipped them over. “I remember.” He waited until she wrapped her legs around his waist and rammed into her hard.

  “Oh, fucking God!” She gripped his shoulders tight as her pussy tensed, and her body trembled. He continued to thrust as her back arched and aftershocks persisted. She didn’t remember him being so good before. “Jesse, God…” Her voice trailed off as another orgasm started to build.

  His eyes rolled back when she squeezed his cock again. He had learned to hold back, but was struggling. She felt so good. He had to use a condom with other women and was glad for the lack of it. With no condom, the sensations were amplified.

  Since their night together, he had slept with several groupies who wanted to meet the band. He always got them backstage after, not wanting to use them and send them away. None of them felt like Mackenzie. Although he had never fucked her with a condom, so he couldn’t be sure.

  Mackenzie unconsciously scratched Jesse’s back. His rhythm was still intense. The head of his cock rubbed her sweet spot deep within on each upstroke. She felt pressure building again. Her body was exhausted already. She clung to him, wishing she had gone to sleep earlier. When the wave hit her, she screamed, and her hips ground into his.

  “Yeah, just like that,” Jesse growled and cried out, his balls emptying. He shuddered as spurt after spurt shot into her.

  Her eyes opened wide when she realized he had no condom on. “You have been playing it safe since the last time we fucked, right?”

  He smirked as he rolled them to their sides. “Yes. I swear I have. I keep condoms in my pocket now. And I use everything you guys taught me. Thank you.” He groaned when she forced his cock to dislodge from her pussy. Then she moved to the other side of the bed again. “Good night.” He wasn’t sure if he should kiss her.

  “ ’Night.” She was exhausted at that point. As soon as she was settled, sleep came over her.

  * * *

  Mackenzie woke again to an obviously male hand on her belly. Still groggy, she laid hers over it. Her eyes closed, and she slowly started to realize that Brandon was in Baltimore. Who the hell is touching me? She slowly turned her head to the right and opened her eyes.

  Jesse was sound asleep on his side, facing her. With a smile, she brushed stray hairs from his face. He still looked younger than 19, but he had changed a lot since they first met. She was glad she wouldn’t be alone anymore. Then she wondered if Jesse expected them to be exclusive until Brandon came down. It would be awkward having another man come there. That meant she needed to see if Sasha’s roommate would mind her going there.

  Biting her lip, she looked Jesse over. He had a thin build, but he must have started working out. She could see a hint of a six-pack. His arms and legs had gained muscle. Her favorite part of him called to her. The tip was touching the mattress, and she ran a finger down the long, stiff shaft. He took a deep breath but didn’t move. Just feeling the silky skin was getting her wet.

  Wanting him to experience something she was sure he never had, she crawled down the bed until her face was in line with his hips. Then she lifted his cock and licked the head. He let out a soft gasp. Without a thought, she dragged her tongue down, then back up his length.

  “Uh.”

  She looked up. He hadn’t moved much, eyes still closed. She teased him again, caressing the rim slowly. A whimper made her glance up. Still nothing. She smirked. Done with teasing, she carefully lifted his erection and wrapped her lips around the tip. Then she took half his shaft in her mouth.

  “Damn!” Jesse’s hips surged forward. Then he looked down and saw Mackenzie. He fisted her hair and moaned as he started to fuck her face. “You can wake me up anytime.” He was in heaven. Twice waking up to her all over him was more than he expected in a lifetime.

  Mackenzie’s eyes opened wide, tears falling. Choking, she pushed on his hips. He didn’t let up, so she slapped his chest.

  “Oh shit!” Jesse realized he was giving her too much. He pulled out. “So sorry. I was kinda lost in it.”

  She took several deep breaths, clutching his hip. Then she nodded, not able to talk yet. His hand ran through her hair. That was soothing. After catching her breath, she wiped the tears away and moved up the bed.

  “So… since we’re roomies until Brandon gets back…”

  Jesse didn’t wait for her to finish. He knocked her to her back and jumped on top of her, forearms around her head. “Then we’ll fuck like rabbits.”

  He pushed her legs open with his knees and searched for her opening without the use of his hands. When he felt wetness, he jerked his hips but quickly realized he didn’t hit the mark. Wishing he had more experience, he used one hand to guide his dick through her folds.

  “There it is.” He sighed and pushed into her. “God, you feel good.” He buried his face in her hair and hoped she didn’t insist on a condom. Shallow strokes at first. “Never woke up to a blowjob.” He moaned as he burrowed deeper.

  She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. “Good.” Then she shifted her legs until they wrapped around his back. “Gets me going early.”

  He could feel that. She was so wet, his cock was sliding in easily. His pace quickening, he gave her a few more inches. Her hands gripped his biceps. The urge to kiss her was great, but he fought it. Most women he slept with let him kiss them. He didn’t dare break that rule of Brandon’s.

  “Ah!” Mackenzie cried out as Jesse ground his hips into her slowly. He was always gentle at first; quite aware of the damage his size could do to a woman unaccustomed to him. “Harder,” she begged.

  He lifted his head. “Already?”

  She nodded. Her body had already conformed to him. When he slammed into her with a lot of force, she dug her nails into his skin.

  “Too hard?” He didn’t want to hurt her.

  Shaking her head, she mumbled, “No.”

  He grinned and held her close. Then he withdrew and rammed into her again. Instantly, she screamed and released a flood. Encouraged, he continued with a harsh rhythm. It felt different, but good. His hips slapped the back of her thighs over and over, both of them moaning and crying out. It was nothing like he had ever done before.

  Her eyes rolled back, Mackenzie clung to Jesse. Legs locked around him, her body trembled fiercely. She could never tell Brandon how good Jesse had become. She cried out as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Unable to move, she gasped for air. Then suddenly, Jesse pulled away.

  Jesse wanted to try something. He quickly fli
pped Mackenzie onto her belly and pinned her down with his body, her hands held above her head. “I always wanted to play dom.” He prodded her opening several times before thrusting his entire length into her. Her pussy tightened, and she moaned. He groaned in pleasure while she pulsated around him. “You like my dick, huh?” He withdrew and slammed into her. “Gonna make you cum so hard, you pass out.”

  Little did he know, she was already almost at that point. Between the lack of sleep and the barrage of orgasms, her body was about to give out and her mind was close behind. She cringed when he started pounding her even harder. It took a minute for her body to adjust to the rough pace. When it did, her eyes rolled back and she screamed. Her body shaking from head to toe, her vision started to fade.

  “That’s it. Milk my dick, baby.” Jesse was so into it, he felt and sounded different. Her pussy was rhythmically squeezing him, creating unimaginable pleasure. “God, so good. My favorite pussy.” He thrust a few more times, then she seemed to go limp. “Gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum in you.” He growled and gripped her hands tightly. “Here it comes.” His eyes shut tightly.

  The feeling of filling her up was like no other. He hoped he could find a woman he could trust as much as her. Taking chances with groupies or girls he met on the road was more than stupid. Brandon had a long talk with him about the lies some women told to get pregnant on purpose. Jesse had been a virgin until recently, so he hadn’t experienced much with women.

  He slowly pulled out and noticed Mackenzie didn’t react. “Hey, Kenzie. You OK?’ He leaned over her and pulled her hair back. Her eyes were closed. “I really made you pass out? Cool.” He lay down on his back and sighed. “Kinda wish you weren’t Brandon’s girl.” He had never spent the night with any other woman.

  Hoping she didn’t mind, he turned to his side and tugged her into his arms. He was able to hold her when they had threesomes. So, it should be all right, he figured. She slowly buried her face in his shoulder, his arm under her head. Then he hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head. It was still dark out, which meant she had time before getting up for work.