Wicked End (46 page)

“The knife was a bit much.” She rolled her eyes and started for her shared office, pulling him by one of his chains.

“Hi, Brandon!” “Hello, Brandon.” He got many greetings from women as he walked the halls, “Oh, God, Brandon Knight.” He waved to them all, winking, smiling and holding onto Mackenzie’s side, so they all knew he belonged to her. Even Terri gave him a shy smile with a wave.

Travis looked up at his officemate. “Hey, Mackenzie.” He stood when he noticed Brandon, who he had not met yet. “Um, hi.” Mackenzie didn’t seem the biker or rocker type. He wasn’t sure if Brandon was one of those or both, although he looked familiar.

“I’m Brandon.” He put out his hand.

Nervously, Travis took his hand. “Um… uh, I’m Travis. I’m not fucking her. I swear.”

“Holy shit, Tink.” Brandon laughed. “I think this worked a little too well.” He could see Travis was terrified. “Dude, I’m Brandon Knight. I’m not gonna kill you.”

Travis stared while his brain processed Brandon’s words. “Wicked End Brandon Knight?”

“Yep, the one and only.” Brandon grinned as he laughed softly. “I think I better go back to Jesse’s and change, or the mall trip’s gonna be a disaster.”

Mackenzie loved the reactions he was getting, either excitement or fear. “Yeah, that could get hairy. You better get a new hat.”

“That one was my favorite too.” He sighed. “I’ll hijack one of Jesse’s baseball caps. He has a few.” He glanced at Travis who had not moved. “You OK, man?”

Nodding, Travis was trying to find words, but not many came to mind except, “You’re a god.” He was a huge Wicked End fan.

“Do you want an autograph?” He watched Travis scramble to his desk to find something to write on. As he penned his name, Brandon smiled. “I guess I gotta get you tickets to the concert in October too.” He stood and pulled Mackenzie into his arms. “Two weeks without you is gonna suck.”

She looked up. “I’ll get there as early as I can.”

“Mackenzie, Brandon, good to see you.” Winston entered the room. “How’s the housing situation?”

Brandon quickly replied, “I got it covered. Don’t worry.”

Winston understood to not mention it. “Travis has been handling most of your accounts.” He stepped forward. “I have a new client for you to help me with today. He’s right up your alley.” He winked, hoping she would work a bit of her seductive magic. She drew clients in with a look sometimes.

Brandon quickly interjected, “Please make her take it easy. She’s only on her feet a few days.”

“What do you mean?” Winston did not know she had been sick. “What happened?”

Mackenzie took a seat, starting to tire already. “I was in an accident a week ago.”

“How badly were you hurt?” He looked her over. She seemed fine.

Brandon sat on her desk. “It’s a long story. She just got over pneumonia. She could relapse if she’s not careful.”

“Wait a minute, how did she get pneumonia from an accident?” Winston was confused. It didn’t make sense. “Tell me what happened.”

Brandon looked down. “One of my asshole bandmates let go of her in the pool.” He had to put his hands on the desk to steady himself. “She died,” he whispered.

“But Brandon brought me back,” Mackenzie gushed, knowing he couldn’t say any more without getting emotional. “He saved me.”

Shocked, Winston was at a loss for words for several minutes. Then he touched Mackenzie’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re alright now. If you need anything, let me know.” He patted Brandon’s arm. “Thanks for being her hero.” Travis followed Winston out, leaving them alone.

Mackenzie took Brandon’s hand in hers. “You
are
my hero, you know.” She squeezed his fingers. “You always have been.”

By the time Brandon had left Mackenzie’s office, he was satisfied everyone knew she was taken… and his. He headed back to Jesse’s and changed into something less conspicuous. Then he added a baseball cap and sunglasses.

The mall wasn’t too crowded, most of the kids were in school. He browsed several stores, but found only surfer-type clothing, definitely not his style. Then he stopped in what he thought was just a T-shirt shop. He looked at the shirts then found body jewelry and a lot more.

“Hey, if you want I can give you another in your lip so you got snake bites.”

Brandon looked up at the guy behind the counter, whose name tag said Nate. “Nah, I like having just one side. It don’t get caught on as much.” He turned to the display of tongue barbells. “You ever trying the vibrating ones?” He had seen the guy had his pierced as well.

“The ladies love that.” Nate’s eyebrows rose. “If you really wanna make her squeal, I can put one in your dick. I get no complaints.”

Not willing to pierce that part of his anatomy, Brandon shook his head. “No thanks. I like my dick just the way it is, and so does she.”

“You look familiar.” Nate swore he had seen him before.

Thinking about leaving, Brandon turned away. “I get that a lot.” He headed for the exit.

“Wait, man, I wasn’t coming onto you.” Nate trailed him.

Brandon laughed. “I didn’t think that.”

Nate looked up at the wall of T-shirts above Brandon’s head. “Holy shit, you’re Brandon Knight,” he calmly said. He glanced up at the Wicked End T-shirt and back at Brandon again. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you right away. You’re a talented guy.”

“Thanks.” It was the first time in a while he didn’t expect the worst from a fan. “I came here to get some summer clothes, but they got all this surfer boy stuff.”

Nate laughed. “Yeah, it’s a conspiracy. They want us all to dress like those lame asses. I got some cool shorts in the back if you want.”

Brandon nodded and let Nate lead the way to the rear racks of clothes. “Glad I found this store.” California had the same type of clothes, but there, he knew where to shop to get what he wanted.

“How about these?” Nate held up a pair of black shorts with small tears in them.

“Those are cool.”

They looked at different styles of clothing. Brandon picked up several pairs of shorts, a few t-shirts, including a new Wicked End shirt. He was sure the guy worked on commission and was helpful without being overbearing. Then they checked out the jewelry again. Brandon chose two vibrating barbells.

“You think Macy’s would have decent sneakers?” Brandon asked, trusting his opinion. “I only brought my boots. It’s too fucking hot here.”

Nate looked at Brandon’s large feet. Then he pointed across the walkway to a sportswear store. “You’re better off going in there. Macy’s only goes up to like size 12.”

Brandon looked down. He had a hard time finding shoes anywhere he went. “Thanks.” After paying, he pulled his band’s shirt out of the bag. “Do you got a marker?”

Nate searched under the counter and came up with a black one. “Here.”

“Perfect.” Brandon laid the white shirt on the counter and wrote, “To Nate, thanks for all your help, Brandon Knight.” With a smile, he handed the shirt over to Nate. “This is for being a cool kid. Thanks.”

Speechless, Nate stared at the autographed tee. He had not expected it. “Uh, um, thanks, man.” His hands shook. “I don’t know what else to say.”

“You don’t have to say nothing.” Brandon lightly punched his arm. “It’s just payback for finding what I needed.” He paused then pulled out his phone. “Gimmie your phone number, and I’ll get you tickets to the show in October.”

Nate’s mouth dropped. The concert was sold out. “No way! You’re shitting me?”

“No joke. I got a bunch.”

Brandon soon left the mall with everything he needed, including a new black fedora and an extra pair of Oakley sunglasses. As soon as he had stowed it all in the trunk, his phone buzzed. He hoped it was Mackenzie, but she was probably busy.

“What’s up, Scott?”

Scott was lying on the couch in the back lounge alone, with his dick in his hand. No way in the world would he admit he wanted one of his closest friends to help him cum. “I’m just watching TV.” The television was on, but he had no idea what was playing on it. “Where are you?” He slowly stroked himself, dying to hear Brandon’s deep voice.

“Just got done shopping at the mall.” Brandon sat in the car and opened the windows. “Sorry I been AWOL, but we’ve been busy.”

Scott held in a moan as his mouth opened wide. He was imagining Brandon’s hand around his thick shaft. “Yeah, busy nailing Kenzie I bet.” His back arched slightly, while he jerked harder. “Tell me what you did to her last night.”

Brandon grinned. He knew Scott liked to hear details sometimes. “I met one of her fuck buddies. The guy was terrified of me at first.” He could hear soft sounds, as if someone was fucking nearby, “Hey, you on the bus?”

His breathing starting to hitch, Scott had turned the phone so the mouthpiece was above his head. He quickly flipped it. “Yeah.” A groan escaped.

“Uh.” Brandon nervously asked, “Is Austin fucking you while you’re on the phone with me?”

Scott panicked. “No, no. That’s him fucking a groupie he found at the movie theater.” He hated lying, but Brandon would be pissed if he knew the truth. “Was the mall crazy?”

He half-listened to the tale about the mall then Mackenzie’s job, coming ever closer to orgasm. All he could think of was blowing Brandon while he was passed out. He loved how his dick tasted. Then just as Brandon stopped talking, he covered the phone and moaned. Semen pumped from his cock, all over his chest then one spurt hit his chin. He fell back on the couch, relief washing over him.

“Scott? Scott? Did you hear me?” Brandon heard muffled moving sounds. He waited a few seconds. Then heard what sounded like Scott fumbling with his phone. “Dude, you OK?”

“Fine… fine…” Scott’s breath slowly started to regulate. “Dropped… the… phone.” He always had strong orgasms when talking to Brandon. If his friend only knew how many times he had jacked off while they spoke on the phone. “How’s Mackenzie adjusting?”

Brandon started the car, the heat getting to him. The cool air coming from the vents felt good. “She’s pretending she was never sick, but still sleeping more. How are you guys dealing with the week off?”

Scott laughed. “Chico didn’t come out of the house for the first two days. Me and Austin had Julian on the bus like a slumber party. It was fun though. You know I love kids.”

“Yeah I know.” Brandon felt bad he and Austin could never have a child together, not in the traditional sense. He knew they were more than lovers, but true partners, no matter how much Scott pretended they weren’t. “Maybe you two will find a set of twins to share one day and make lots of babies.”

Now that would be cool
. Scott had never thought of that idea. Then they could have the best of both worlds. “A set of bi girls would be even better.”

“Dream big, man.” Brandon wanted him to be as happy as he was. “I gotta go look at houses today.”

“Houses? For what?” Scott panicked; irrationally worried he was quitting the band. Ecstasy sometimes clouded his mind for a while.

Brandon exhaled loudly and connected to the car’s the Bluetooth so he could drive. “I’m moving down here... as soon as possible.”

“Is this gonna affect the band?” Scott’s breathing sped up again.

As he pulled out of the parking space, Brandon replied, “Nothing’s gonna change except Tink’s gonna be around more. We have it all worked out already.”

“Cool. I’m happy for you.” Scott cleaned himself off with his discarded T-shirt. “You’re still coming in November, right?”

“Yep and she’s coming with me.”

Scott grinned. “You guys can stay at our place.” He hoped to watch Brandon walk around naked a few times. “Maybe we can give her a wild night together.”

“Maybe.” Brandon thought he would be a bit more receptive since he and Jesse accomplished double penetration. “I know she’d like it.”

So would I
, Scott didn’t say. He silently groaned at his cock starting to stir again. What was going to quell the sexual attraction to his friend? “You call the shots, OK?”

“Thanks, man.” Brandon pulled out onto Riverside Drive and headed north. “I’ll try and chill out this time. I promise.” He slowed to a stop at a red light. “She likes the beach too, so you’ll probably find us out there a lot.”

A wide smile formed on Scott’s face. “And I can finally teach you to surf.”

“True. We’ll have the time for it.” Then Brandon heard fumbling sounds again and Austin’s voice.

“You ready?” Austin had walked into the back lounge and found Scott shirtless with his dick out. “I thought we were leaving? What’re you doing? Having phone sex with some guy?”

Scott had dropped the phone when he jumped at the sight of Austin, knowing he was caught. “Shut up!” He grabbed the phone from the floor. “Sorry, Brandon, Austin wants to leave.”

“I thought he was banging some chick?”

Rolling his eyes, because he forgot about that lie, Scott covered it quickly. “Guess he’s done. I gotta go. Have a good time.” He ended the call and got to his feet. As he tucked his half-hard dick away, he stared at Austin. “You almost outted me.”

“I hate to tell you, but Brandon knows you’re bi.” Austin laughed. “You were jerking off to him again, weren’t you?” He had heard him a few times when Brandon was in Baltimore. Sometimes it upset him, but usually he wished Brandon would figure it out.

Scott’s face blushed quickly. “You knew?” He tried to figure out how. Never did he do it anywhere but his bedroom normally.

“You’re loud when you cum,” Austin informed him. “A few times you were talking to him then disappeared into your room. One time I was right outside your room when you came. What do you do, mute the phone so he don’t hear you?”

Looking away, Scott sighed. “I cover the mouthpiece, but this time he heard me. I told him it was you.” His shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry. I won’t act on it again.”

“Unless I ask you to?” Austin knew he sucked Brandon off one night. He was sure Brandon didn’t though and would never tell him. “I kinda want you to get him out of your system, so we can get closer. Sometimes it feels like you’re scared to let me in your heart. You know how I feel about you.”

Scott was scared, but not of what he thought. “I been a playboy a long time. I don’t know how to be a one woman or man kinda guy.”