Sinful Needs (Wicked End Book 2) Read online

  She kissed him hard. “Yes. Need you now.”

  He held her ass, wishing she had a skirt on. She was back to her usual way of dressing—T-shirts and jeans. He loved her that way, too. However, with a skirt, there were more options. The trembling was something new, though.

  “You OK, Tink?” He held her closely while she buried her face in his hair.

  She took deep breaths, trying to control the awful need that consumed her. “I just missed you.” That she did, although it was so much more.

  “Your hands’re shaking.” He nuzzled her neck, trying not to let his hat fall off. “You sure you’re OK?”

  She nodded and leaned back to look at him. “It was hard without you.”

  “I know what you mean.” He smiled and kissed her nose. “You’re mine for four days, right?”

  With a grin of her own, she replied, “Yes. I don’t have to be at work until Tuesday.” She touched his mouth, surprised he had no piercings in. It was the first time she’d seen him that way since high school. Her fingers brushed his beard, missing even that.

  He spun her around, collected her bag and walked back to the chairs to say goodbye to Liam, who sat texting on his phone. “I’m heading out, Liam. See you tonight.”

  Liam looked up. “Sure. Hey… Kenzie, right?”

  Her face heated up a bit, remembering the last time they saw each other. She was in quite a state, having just returned from a night with Jesse and Brandon. “Yes.”

  “Hold onto him.” Liam winked. “He’s a good one.”

  Brandon set her on her feet. “Thanks, and good luck.” He took her hand and led her to the baggage claim, Angelo on their heels.

  Meanwhile, on Wicked End’s bus, Scott was showering again. Having re-dyed his long hair deep red that morning, he couldn’t wait to kill the lingering odor. Hairstylists always tried to convince him to use a more natural color. That was not his thing. Austin Reese, Wicked End’s rhythm guitarist, usually helped him with the procedure.

  He was getting ready to go sightseeing with Austin. They had a few hours to kill. Since Mackenzie left, he had ignored his attraction to her and Brandon and focused on Austin. He still couldn’t express his feelings the way Austin wanted, but he made sure Austin knew he cared.

  The bathroom door opened. That was common. There was one bathroom for 15 men. Scott said, “I’m in here.” No reply was weird, though. “Jake?” Another sound made him turn, but Scott was rinsing conditioner out, so couldn’t see clearly. “Brandon?” That was a dream. Brandon would never watch him in the shower. Hands running up his back made him jump.

  “Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” Austin pressed his naked body against Scott’s back and turned off the water so it wasn’t wasted. Then he slid his hands up Scott’s body to his shoulders. “You’ve been stressed all day.” He gripped Scott’s muscles. “Damn, you’re tense.”

  Austin’s mohawk lay flat on his head. Scott had dyed it blue for him a few weeks ago. Austin smiled while Scott unconsciously rubbed his body against his own. Although Scott was six feet tall, Austin towered six inches over him.

  Scott moaned softly as Austin massaged his shoulders. He had been stressed. Mackenzie returning meant Brandon would be less available. He liked being close to him, even if it was only platonic. Their friendship meant a lot to him. It was different than what he had with Austin.

  Austin had watched Scott stare at Brandon the last few days. He knew he had to help Scott get over him. With a grin, he wondered if Mackenzie would help him convince Brandon. She probably would. She got off on seeing him and Scott together. With Brandon in the mix, she would go all animal.

  “Damn.” Scott groaned with relief as Austin worked on his neck. He glanced down. His dick was growing quickly. “You’re the best.” His lover treated him better than any woman ever had.

  Looking over Scott’s shoulder, Austin smiled. He was glad he was turning him on. His own cock was already fully engorged and poking the top of Scott’s ass. “Maybe I should give you some sexual relief, too,” he whispered.

  Scott gasped when Austin gripped his cock. The strong hand moved up and down slowly at first, then faster. His eyes closed as the pleasure built with each stroke. “Austin…” He put his hands on the wall in front of him. When Austin’s fingers started to rub the head again and again, his head fell back onto Austin’s shoulder.

  Unable to resist, Austin turned his head and kissed Scott’s lips. He debated on having Scott face him, but liked the dominating position better. Scott submitted to him often. He enjoyed that. His other hand cupped Scott’s balls. He got pleasure out of the moans.

  His eyes rolled back, Scott hungrily sucked on Austin’s bottom lip while Austin fondled his testicles. Then he moaned louder when his fingers wandered behind his sack. Austin pressed hard, his fingertips moving in a circle.

  Austin said, “I know you love this,” And gasped as Scott reached back and squeezed the head of his dick. “God, I wanna fuck you.” Slowly, his hand wandered and he pressed a fingertip into Scott’s back door. “I wanna take this ass hard and fast. Make you take me bareback. Cum deep inside you. Wanna feel you gripping my dick while you cum with me.”

  Chico Rivera, the band’s drummer, walked in and gaped at the male silhouettes. “Please don’t tell me you’re fucking. I don’t want that image in my head when Margarette gets here.” She was his New Orleans girlfriend, and the only Latina one.

  Scott jumped. “Chico?”

  “Yeah. I can see you guys’re naked.” Chico relieved himself as intended. “Please don’t start moaning again until I leave.” He didn’t care that they were bisexual, just as long as he didn’t have to hear or see anything they did together.

  Austin took a deep breath. “I’m not fucking him.” Then he whispered in Scott’s ear, “Yet.”

  Chico replied, “Good. That’s the last thing I need to see today.”

  With a sly grin, Austin put his hands around Scott’s waist and yelled, “Oh God, Scott. Oh God. Oh God!” He held in the laugh on the tip of his tongue.

  “Shit!” Chico shouted. “I fuckin’ hate you, man!” He rushed out of the room, holding his ears. “Son of a bitch.” A memory of seeing them in Scott’s bunk flashed before his eyes. “I’m gonna kill you, Reese!” He slammed the bathroom door shut.

  Scott and Austin burst out laughing. They had done that to Chico several times. His aversion to their sexual antics made it easy to tease him.

  After turning Scott around, Austin bent down and kissed him. Quickly, the kiss turned passionate. He stroked Scott’s tongue with his while he pressed him against the wall.

  Then the door opened again. “Why’d you have to freak Chico out?” Jake loudly asked. He slid the shower door open and shook his head. “You know he can’t handle you guys kissing.”

  Austin pulled back. “He could’ve knocked.” He glared at Jake, who was still watching them. “Unless you’re joining in, you might wanna go help Chico get over it.”

  Jake realized he was staring. “Yeah, sure.” He averted his eyes. “Sorry I barged in.”

  He didn’t understand why seeing Scott and Austin together turned him on somewhat. It wasn’t that he looked at guys that way. However, when they were going at it, in any way, his dick hardened. At least it happened when Brandon and Mackenzie got it on as well. He shook his head and turned away.

  “I’m going with Chico to Margarette’s. Her sister’s in, and I’m her ‘date’ for the afternoon.” He grinned. “She better put out. Later.”

  When they were alone, Scott exhaled loudly. “We need to give up before someone else interrupts. I can’t wait to get home, so I can attack you in your sleep.” He chuckled. “I’ll wake you up like you do to me sometimes.”

  Austin kissed his forehead. “You do that.” He hoped Scott followed through. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  Austin wanted their relationship to grow. Normally, he was the one to lavish affection on Scott. It rarely happened the other way around. He wishe
d he could get Scott over his reluctance.

  Scott put his arms around Austin. “I will. When you least expect it.”

  “Austin?” Jesse, the band’s driver and equipment hauler, called from outside the door. “Jim needs you inside for a few minutes. Something about your guitar acting up.”

  The bus had parked behind the downtown New Orleans Arena, and the house crew was setting up, along with the bands’ crews. Jim, Wicked End’s guitar tech, was doing some tests with Brandon’s new guitars that he’d received from Six Strings. Austin was to use one of them for the first time that night. They also planned to reveal a new song at the concert.

  “Sorry, gotta go.” Austin placed a kiss on Scott’s temple. “I got us a room at the Hyatt across the street.” He took a deep breath. “This way, we won’t be interrupted again.”

  Scott looked up. “You’re the best.”

  Chapter 2

  Brandon took Mackenzie straight to their hotel room, leaving Angelo in the cab alone. No way was he going to risk getting on the bus and something standing in their way of being together. Her luggage was piled near the door, and she was inspecting the room. He watched her, his dick hard, and desire about to overwhelm him. He knew he had to get a grip so he could treasure their first time in weeks. He breathed deeply. When she bent over to untie her sneaker, he gave up and moved to her.

  Startled because Brandon grabbed her hips, Mackenzie let out a small cry. She stood and turned to him. “You scared me.”

  “Sorry. I can’t wait,” he murmured, holding her close. His lips pressed to hers. “Two fucking weeks was too damn long.” He gripped her ass, again wishing she didn’t have jeans on.

  He lifted her and carried her to the bed. After tossing her on it, he quickly pulled her jeans off and grinned. She was pantyless, just the way he liked her. Without another thought, he tore his own pants open and fished his erection out. Its head leaked as if he were on the verge of orgasm already.

  Mackenzie watched him, desperation setting in. With the first touch of his lips, she had been on fire. As he crawled onto the bed, she reached for him. He practically dove to her. She tugged his face down by his hair and kissed his lips, hungrily. He moaned as she pushed his jeans down, then grabbed his ass.

  “Can’t…” He moved his hips around until the head of his dick slipped between her wet folds. “Need you.” He jerked his hips and groaned when her heat swallowed him. “Fuck.”

  She pulled his hair and gripped his shoulder. Her entire body shook with anticipation. Then he thrust forward hard, and she screamed. Clinging to him, she trembled fiercely.

  “Does that mean you haven’t been with anyone else?” He shuddered as she squeezed his cock tight.

  She nodded, unable to talk.

  He moaned loudly. “Neither have I.” He held her close while she gasped and thrashed a bit. It was a big deal for her to hold out. “God, I love you.” He nuzzled her neck with his nose. “You’re the best, Tink.” As soon as she relaxed, he withdrew and drove in again, slowly. “You OK now?”

  Still shaking slightly, she whispered, “Yes. I needed that so bad.”

  “I can see that.” He laughed softly, yet his arms and leg quivered. “Kenzie…” His head dipped down, then he rubbed his lips over her neck, up to her ear. “Ready?”

  With a quick intake of breath, she replied, “Yes.” When he rammed into her, she squealed, “Oh, fuck!” Her back arched and eyes closed. Her nails digging into Brandon’s skin, she gasped.

  He moaned and kept thrusting quickly. His mouth open, he knew the end was near. Unable to stop the powerful orgasm, he cried out hoarsely, “Kenzie, oh God!” He ground his hips and held Mackenzie close while his semen pumped into her. Shuddering, he was shocked by his lack of control and a bit embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Tink.”

  Panting, she wanted to assure him, but all she could do was pull his hair a bit. He shifted his weight and hugged her, face buried in her hair. She had smiled briefly before another aftershock took over. Whimpering, she clung to him.

  “Wow, you really did hold out.” He grinned. “You OK?” Her body stiffened, and she clenched around his softening cock again. He could feel her still trembling within. “Can I do anything?”

  With a shake of her head, she closed her eyes. Never had she waited so long. She had not been prepared for an overload of pleasure and emotion. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, but the spasms continued. She ran her hands through Brandon’s hair.

  “That was amazing.” She sighed, gripping him again as her womb tensed. “It wasn’t easy.”

  He pulled out and rolled them onto their sides. “I bet it wasn’t.” His lips brushed her ear. “Thank you.” Her unexpected celibacy was the greatest gift she had ever given him. “That made it so much better.” He kissed her forehead and held her until she calmed.

  Mackenzie’s eyes had closed, as she treasured the feel of Brandon’s body against hers. Those two weeks had been hell. It was hard to believe they were finally over. How she was going to do that so often, she had no clue. Although she and Brandon had an open relationship, it was important to her that he was number one in her life.

  “Do you wanna check out Oktoberfest?” Brandon softly asked. “It started this weekend.”

  She murmured, “No show tonight?” Thinking was not happening yet for her.

  “Yeah, there is. The Rock Festival starts at three, but we have several hours before we go on. We got time.” He was glad there were no meet and greets that day.

  Glad, she replied, “Good. I’d love to go.”

  “Should be fun.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I missed you.” His embrace tightened. “Can’t wait till this tour is over and come home to you.” He sighed. “The property’s almost ready for building.” Kissing her hair, he felt excitement building. “I had them add an extra wing. I’m thinking about building a recording studio, so we can do the next album there.”

  Her head lifted a bit. “This album?”

  “Sorry. No.” He rubbed his cheek into her hair. “I mean the next one. It won’t be ready in time.” With a smile, he admitted, “I wrote another song for you.”

  She grinned. “Really? Another ballad?”

  “ ‘Thoughts of You’ is not a ballad.” He growled when she giggled. “I don’t write mushy stuff.”

  She stifled another chuckle. “Sure you don’t. My big bad rocker boyfriend.” She looked up and watched his eyes harden. “I’m fucking with you. Relax. It could be a ballad, though.” If they slowed it down and took away the distortion.

  He took a deep breath. She had no idea why he wrote the song. He hadn’t let her hear the slow, soulful version of it either. He said, “Yeah, I guess.” That sad, painful day had at least ended well. She was his, so he would never be that lonely again.

  “So, what’s the name of the song?” She loved that he was so creative and talented.

  He smiled. “ ‘Hunger.’ ”

  “Mmm, is that about food or sex?” Her hand wove through his hair. “I hope it’s sex. Maybe we can fuck to it one night.”

  His cock stirring, he bit his lip. “That’d be cool. The beat’s pretty intense. And yeah, it is about sex in a way. About how much I always want you, truthfully.” He pushed off the bed and sat up. “We need to get a move on if we wanna see everything.” He hoped to check out a few things while they were in town. “Wait. Did you get the credit card I had sent to Jesse’s house?”

  “Yeah.” She frowned and headed to the bathroom. “I told you I can take care of myself.” She hadn’t even activated the card.

  He shook his head. “I know that. It’s for replacing your stuff and getting new stuff for our place.” She rolled her eyes, and he glared at her. “We talked about this. I’m paying for this stuff. Cut it out.”

  “OK. OK. Fine.” She took a deep breath, trying to suppress her pride. “But I’m not gonna buy much. Maybe some clothes. I’m pretty limited now.”

  He grinned. “Kenzie, spend what you need. P
lease.”

  “I hate needing you.”

  Brandon closed his eyes for a few seconds, then he walked to her and took her in his arms. “I know, but it makes me happy to take care of you.” He pressed her head to his chest, cradling it. “It’s me and you now. It’s our stuff… Well, mostly. I’m not wearing your high heels.”

  She laughed, glad he found a way to make her let it go. “I’ll stop fighting you.”

  “Good.” He kissed her forehead. “When you get back, can you look at houses for rent? The construction’s gonna take a while. Jesse’s place is kinda small.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, but it’s good for just him.” She ran a hand over his bicep. “I’ll look.”

  Brandon waited for Mackenzie to come out of the bathroom. He had something to ask her that he was sure would upset her. However, they needed to talk about it. It was something he tried not to bring up until October every year, but he was on tour that entire month. They had to plan it just right.

  “Something wrong?” Mackenzie stepped into the room, noticing Brandon’s serious expression.

  He looked up. “Well… October is a few days away.” He paused, hoping to ease into it, but there was no way to do it. “When are we going to visit your mom for her birthday? I have to free up a day for it.” He always went with her, for moral support.

  She froze. Talking about her mother brought up so many painful memories. “I’m not going.” She couldn’t deal with it anymore.

  The last visit had been awful. Her mother’s nervous breakdown when her father died had lasting effects. Her mother was never the same again. Depression eventually turned into withdrawal, and then to an almost catatonic state. Putting her in a facility had been painful, but necessary. At least the death benefit money the government sent every month paid the bill.

  “I can’t see her like that again,” she admitted. Her mother’s downfall had hardened her heart. She didn’t want another visit to ruin what she and Brandon had built. “I just can’t.” The empty look in her mother’s eyes was beyond painful to Mackenzie.

  Brandon felt awful. He tugged her into his arms. “Sorry, I brought it up.” He stroked her hair. “We don’t have to go this year.” He held her until she calmed, and he knew she had let it go.