Wicked End: Wicked End Book 1

By Bella Jeanisse

A Rockstar Romance set in the World of Triple Threat.

Brandon Knight plays lead guitar for the world-famous rock band, Wicked End. His life is chaotic 90% of the time. The only time he feels content is when he meets up with his longtime friend and lover, Mackenzie. It was never supposed to turn into a romance.

Mackenzie Winters has a career in the stressful realm of Wall Street. She lives on the edge in every aspect of her life. However, something is missing. Something she thought she never wanted, and only Brandon can give it to her.

A devastating hurricane forces them to spend every waking minute together for two weeks, while Wicked End is on tour. The pull becomes stronger every day. They both yearn to admit their feelings beyond their friends with benefits arrangement. Can they find a way before it’s too late? See how it turns out in the first book in the Wicked End series.

Warning: For those 18 and over only. Definitely not suitable for all readers. Proceed with caution. ;)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bella Jeanisse
• Release date: May 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370242450

Bella Jeanisse

Server tech by day, author by night, mom and grandma all the time. I'm always striving for something more.

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PREFACE

It was a thrill to re-edit the Wicked End series. These boys always get my blood boiling. Hope they do the same for you. Just a few weeks after the re-release, there will be a new short story to enjoy in a boxed set with other Rockstar Romance authors!

The new versions of the books are shorter, but they have added content, including an epilogue. There was no way to do what I wanted with the books as they were. They had become too long to put into print. (Yes, I plan to have all my books in print within the next year.)

You met Wicked End in Raw Reunion (Triple Threat), and the roles will be reversed here. Many bands will appear in this series like they do in all my books. You don’t have to read every series if you don’t want to. Each series stands on its own. Although, you will get a much fuller picture if you read them all.

A special list I have of my own was a catalyst for this book. I’ve crossed a bunch of items off over the last few years. That is always fun. ;) I may need to add to it once this series is done. You’ll see what I mean as you read. Imagine if you didn’t have life to get in the way. Then what would be on yours?

DEDICATION

This band was inspired by Brian, a drummer/roadie/production manager friend who is on the road more than off. He is very dear to me, and has the most amazing sexy, deep, slightly raspy voice. (Yeah, he inspired Brandon as well.) It’s always a thrill to talk or text with him late at night while he’s in his bunk on a tour bus. When he’s in town, I get a last-minute text and we make plans for the night. Thanks, baby, for all the good times and the ones yet to come.

Music always stirs up ideas for me. It’s great when I’m barreling down the highway and a scene unfolds in my head. Wish I could dictate and still have the music blaring! My musical tastes as I wrote this book were even more particular than usual. I went back to my younger days of thrash and speed metal… Well close to it at least.

My musical inspirations: Unearth, Testament, Anthrax, Lamb of God, Twelve Years Driven, Killed the Fixtion, Oblivion Myth, Strychnia, Slipknot, Nonpoint, Five Finger Death Punch… and of course, Avenged Sevenfold. (You guys never fail to inspire me!) OMFG they were so awesome in Orlando!!! Thanks to all of you.

To my fans and friends on Goodreads and beyond, thanks for all your support and encouragement. Without you, I’d be lost and just someone who likes to write dirty stories. I busted my behind to make this book worthy of all of you. Hope you enjoy Brandon and Mackenzie’s adventure.

Last but certainly not least, thank you to my beta readers. First off Mike, as usual, the best of the best… boy do I owe you!! Thanks to Donna, Liz, Patricia, Fabby, Leilani, Casey, Michael, Skye.

Of course my new crew helped me with the re-edited version: Kathy, Patricia, Donna, Anita, Traci, Christa, Stephanie, Jena, Sonia, Lisa, the Donna and Stephanie duo, LaDonna, Coralee, Paula and Michelle. You all helped in different ways to get this revised series off the ground. I can’t thank you enough for your love, support and encouragement!

MEET THE BAND

Brandon Knight - Lead Guitar

Jake Thompson - Vocals

Chico Rivera - Drums

Scott Mason - Bass

Austin Reese - Rhythm Guitar

CHAPTER ONE

Ugh! You dick! Mackenzie Winters screamed as she slapped Brett across the face. She wanted to punch him, but she didn’t want him to possibly bring charges against her. If you ever touch me again, I’ll sue your ass and tell Winston what a slime ball you really are. She easily took on men twice her size without batting an eye.

Brett froze in the hallway of their Dallas hotel. They were about to leave for home. "How can you refuse me? He grabbed her left wrist. No one says no to me." He yanked her closer.

Fuck off, you disgusting son of a bitch! She slugged him in the eye, and he jumped back.

He cried out and held his face in his hands. You’re so lucky we’re not alone. He knew there were a few witnesses and that she had only defended herself.

And you’re lucky I didn’t punch you hard. She seethed. Try me, and I’ll break your pretty little nose. She laughed when he back pedaled and tripped over his luggage. Keep the fuck away from me.

She stormed toward the elevator, filled with rage. They had been there to teach a cold calling class.

It was a Thursday afternoon in the middle of August, so she had been there most of the week. Her company had recruited her to be a part-time trainer because she brought in the most new investment clients per week. Glad that’s fucking over!

Her mind drifted back a few days. On the flight there, Brett had noticed her freaking out and held her hand. She had been too terrified to pull it away.

That had given him the opportunity to pull her closer and try to kiss her. The slap to the face had startled him, but he was a persistent bastard. If he weren’t the only full time trainer in the Southeast at her company, she would ask to work with someone else.

When she found herself outside the hotel, she quickly climbed into a taxi. Her company had paid for everything on that trip. Most times she liked the fancy hotel rooms.

However, that trip had been a nightmare. Their boss, Winston, would get an earful when she arrived. Thankfully, she wasn’t headed home to Fort Lauderdale.

Once through airport security, she got a cup of coffee and relaxed in a chair. She hoped the flight was smooth. Planes made her nervous.

Technically, it was the takeoff and landing that frightened her. The shaking urged her imagination to go places it shouldn’t when thousands of feet above ground.

She sighed and pulled out her phone. There was a text from Brandon Knight, lead guitarist of Wicked End. A grin spread across her face. He could light up the darkest day. The only reason she was traveling back to Baltimore instead of Fort Lauderdale was to see him.

It had been months since their last rendezvous because they hadn’t been free at the same time. She wished they still lived in the same city. Things were simpler back then.

When Brandon was available, he gave her relief from all her needs at once. Sex with him satisfied her on a level that no one could come close to. It was as if he soothed her body, heart and soul.

It was quite amazing that 12 years later, they still had the same passion for each other. Even a quick fuck against the wall brought forth emotions in her that no one else created.

She had no idea why or how he did it, but she never wanted to let him go. She took any excuse to spend time with him, even if it was only a few hours. One day, she hoped they could have a week or so to explore what it was that he gave her.

Mackenzie wiped a tear from her eye. Even when he was miles away, Brandon affected her. A brief thought of a terrible day many years ago came to her. The day she knew her father was gone.

If not for Brandon, she had no clue how she would have gotten through that day, never mind her teenage years. She shook off the memory, not wanting to cry alone. Then she glanced down at her phone’s screen.

How was your trip?

She smiled and replied:

It would’ve been better with you instead of Brett.

They made you go with that asshole?

She frowned.

Yes, and he grabbed me again. I should’ve broken his nose.

One of these days, I’m gonna kick his ass.

She regretted the complaint immediately, so she sent back:

Then you’d be in jail on an assault charge.

True. Is your flight on time?

Brandon was supposed to pick her up in Baltimore. She was more excited than ever before. With a smirk, she replied to him, sure he would get a kick out of the response.

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

Brandon sat on the couch in his living room. He awaited Mackenzie’s reply to his text about her flight. There was a football game on the widescreen television mounted to the opposite wall, but he didn’t even know the score.

The large house was lonely with just him in it. He was glad Mackenzie could share it with him for a few hours.

A guitar on his lap, he played a song he had written for her on his last tour. She had never heard it, and he hoped she never found out it was about her.

He had poured his heart into it on an emotional day, but it told exactly how he felt about her. In his head, he heard Jake singing it, and his eyes closed.

His phone chirped and jolted him back to reality. He took a deep breath and read the message.

Yes. Can’t wait to rip your fucking clothes off.

He laughed. She was always super raunchy and kinky as hell. Imagine if her coworkers knew her like I do?

If she only knew that he wanted more than sex, more than friendship. He wanted her to be his. Since he knew how she felt about dating and love, he was sure it was an impossible dream.

She had gotten so deep inside him that he had trouble breathing without her. He had never expected it to happen, but somehow serious feelings had developed.

He wished he could find a way to show her that dating wasn’t so bad. She didn’t have to end up grieving like her mother did.

The past few months without her had made him see how much he truly cared for her. He looked forward to her calls and texted her about everything.

The guys in his band thought she was his girlfriend anyway, so not much would change for him. He had to ease her fear of heartbreak. If he had a way to make her feel what he did, he would.

Maybe we can spend a few weeks together after the next tour ends? He had noticed that the more time they spent together, the closer they became. Could that be why I miss her so much?

Their last get together was in California. She had come for a long weekend and met him at the recording studio. After four days together, he almost broke down when she left. He had never reacted like that before. What would happen if we spent a week together?

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

Are you almost here? Mackenzie asked as she watched the plane approach the terminal in Baltimore. I know we’re early.

Brandon smiled as he shifted into third gear. Yeah, I’m close. We only got four hours, really?

I’m sorry. I know it’s been months. When I get a week off, I’ll meet you somewhere on the road. OK? Just the thought of fucking while the tour bus was in motion got her wet. It was something they had never done before.

You know I’d love that, but the rest of the band would hate it. They got a rule about no chicks staying on the bus.

So… then check the schedule, and let me know when you’ll be somewhere for a while. We can rent a hotel room and fuck for days. She smiled at the thought of his body against hers.

Mmm, oh damn. I got a hard-on already. The memory of them screwing in the teacher’s lounge in their junior year of high school came to mind. It was worth the suspension. I wanna bend you over a table again. He loved fucking her in dangerous places.

The plane came to a stop, and the people around Mackenzie started to get their carryon luggage. I gotta go, baby. He meant more to her than she was willing to admit, even to herself.

Brandon smiled widely because he liked the pet name she called him at times. See you in a few.

A sigh escaped his lips when the Bluetooth disconnected. He missed how it was before college had ended, and they saw each other daily. He also missed her incredible blowjobs.

She had been his fallback girl throughout most of high school and college. Then they got even closer as she helped him through something he did not like to think about often.

When she had left for grad school, he had expected it all to end. She was back within three months. He couldn’t have been happier.

She had tackled him to the floor as soon as she stepped foot in his apartment. Then she had torn his clothes off and rode him hard until he came deep inside her. He was the only one allowed to go bareback with her.

The first time he fucked her without a condom ran through his head. He had been fifteen, and she had been fourteen. They hadn’t so much as kissed yet. Her paranoid mom had put her on birth control, and the only other girl he had fucked was a virgin. In his young mind, that had meant there was no need for protection.

It was a day he would never forget. He remembered the feelings more than the actual act, but some of it was burned into his brain. Anytime he thought of it, it played like a movie in his mind’s eye…

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

As teenagers, Brandon and Mackenzie were only alone when his mother was at work. That day, twelve years ago, they had his home to themselves. A movie was on the television in the living room.

Brandon’s attraction to Mackenzie had gotten stronger. They were still young but connected quite deeply. He yearned for more, physically at least. His arm nonchalantly settled on her shoulders.

She turned to him and blushed. Suddenly, he leaned toward her and kissed her, unable to stop himself. He knocked her to her back while his tongue tested her willingness. When she opened her mouth, he closed his eyes and pressed his body to hers. His tongue swirled around hers.

Please, Kenzie. He gave her another kiss, then she gasped. He rubbed his stiff cock into her crotch and wished she didn’t have shorts on. I need you. Rational thoughts were not possible. His hormones raged. Just a quick fuck. OK?

When she didn’t reply, he started to kiss her neck. He didn’t have much real-life experience. However, he had seen plenty of movies and watched a lot of porn. He licked her ear and smiled when she moaned. Her body reacted fast. He felt heat against his groin.

You want me. I feel it. He groaned and ground his hips against her again. Please. I want you so bad. Her nod of assent made his heart jump. God, Kenzie.

He desperately tugged his jean shorts open. Once his cock was loose, he looked down. Mackenzie hadn’t undressed. She seemed nervous.

I won’t tell anyone, he vowed and pulled her shorts down. When he found no panties, he smirked. Nice. Without a glance at her naked body, he tossed her clothes to the floor. Spread your legs. He felt her tremble while she did as she was told. You sure about this?

Yes, she whispered.

He excitedly laid on top of her and pressed against her entrance. With his head next to hers, he pushed forward. He was shocked to meet a lot of resistance. Then he looked into her eyes and saw pain. He had no idea she had been a virgin.

He felt guilty. Should I stop?

No. I want you to be the first.

He gave her a little at a time while she clung to him and cried quietly, but he felt her tears. You OK?

She buried her face into his hair and didn’t reply. With gentle, slowly deeper strokes, he moaned. She was so tight. He held her close when he was in balls deep.

God, you feel so fucking good. He had no idea condoms took away so much sensation.

She shook, so he lifted his head and kissed her lips softly several times. His hands wove through her hair, while he licked at her lips, her teeth then their tongues touched.

As soon as he felt her body relax, he withdrew and drove in carefully. She whimpered, so he made sure to keep his rhythm calm.

Gradually, he built up the pace, until they both moaned. He gave her, her first orgasm. The feelings that surfaced while she gripped his dick surprised him. He never wanted to let her go. As his hips went faster, he clutched her. It never felt that good before.

Fuck, Kenzie, he cried out as he pumped his load into her. It was the most overwhelming feeling he ever had. No one ever made him feel that way but her.

Soon after, he helped her up, and his mouth dropped. There was a pool of blood under her. He scrambled to the kitchen to get a rag. Then he tried like hell to get the stain off his mom’s new couch. It was no use.

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

The grounding he had gotten when his mom found out was so worth it, though. It was a day neither of them would ever forget.

He smiled as he drove toward her, only minutes away from unloading into her. They had been apart much longer than they had expected to be because of her job and his commitment to the band.

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

As Mackenzie walked off the plane, she couldn’t stop thinking of the last time she had seen Brandon. She had surprised him at the band’s last recording session. She had stood back and watched him play for a while.

To distract him, she had stepped in front of the glass partition and flashed her breasts. That had made him hit a string of crazy notes. Within seconds, he’d had her skirt up and her body pressed up against the glass. He had fucked her from behind while the entire studio cheered them on.

It turned them both on to be watched. They used to make it happen as much as possible. That became difficult as Wicked End grew more popular. His bandmates loved to watch them.

A few of the roadies had watched once, when they had rented rooms at a motel. They had been shocked by how kinky Mackenzie was. She had asked if one of them could join in, but Brandon hadn’t felt comfortable with that.

Mackenzie stared at the entrance to the baggage claim as she waited for the belt to start. Even with the baseball cap, sunglasses and long coat, Mackenzie knew it was Brandon.

When their eyes met, she felt a shudder come over her entire body. Then she felt something that surprised her. It was more than just lust, a slight ache inside. It had been three months since they were together. Maybe that’s why?

Brandon’s pulse quickened as he spotted the only woman he thought looked more beautiful without makeup. He didn’t wait for her to come to him. He closed the distance between them in ten strides, as he stared into her green eyes the entire time.

Excited, he bent his five foot eleven frame slightly, so he could reach her three inches below. He hugged her tight and lifted her off the floor.

Her natural scent drove him up the wall. I need you, he whispered in her ear.

He was particular about women, so it had been weeks since he’d had sex. Groupies were nothing compared to her. He just got a blowjob or fucked them randomly to get off and nothing more.

As always, he grabbed her ass and ground his erection against her. She made him feel more than just the usual pleasure. It wasn’t something he could explain.

I gotta get you home fast. As usual, he felt that she wore no panties.

Mackenzie touched his eyebrow bar and kissed him, feeling the metal of the lip hoop. I miss how you make me feel. She didn’t want him to see how their separation had affected her. We can’t let it be this long again.

As far back as she could remember, he was the only man she ever let into her heart, if only for a few minutes. Her mother’s heartache taught her that love hurt too much to be worth it.

He kissed her back as he put her on her feet. No matter how long they were apart, it took seconds to return to where they left off. He slid his tongue past her lips and caressed hers gently. Then he held her face and increased the passion.

He ignored his hat falling on the floor and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, while he enjoyed the feel of her body against his.

Her eyes had closed, and the rest of the world faded for Mackenzie. His mouth tasted so good, and the stud in his tongue created a huge spark of desire. She had missed his kisses more than she had realized. He was the only one she had kissed in many years. It wasn’t something she wanted from a fuck buddy or one-night stand.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss. His cock strained to be free of its confines. We gotta go, or I’m gonna throw you on the floor right here.

I love when you get that horny. She breathed in his ear then bit his neck, leaving a dark mark. I’m taking another airline to Fort Lauderdale, so I gotta get my bags. If I didn’t have appointments tomorrow, I’d change my flight.

Tink, I gotta leave early in the morning anyway, he reminded her.

Mackenzie smiled at the long-standing nickname he had given her in freshman year of high school. She had been obsessed with Tinker Bell back then.

She sighed. I forgot. Back to Anaheim, right?

Yeah. A flash caught his eye. He ripped off his sunglasses and turned toward it quickly. Shit. A man had taken their picture. Gimme that fucking thing! He snatched the camera away.

I’m sorry. Wait! The man protested as Brandon opened the memory card door.

Brandon growled, Don’t take my fucking picture.

I’m sorry, Mr. Knight. I’ll delete it. OK? the man insisted. Please don’t take that. I got pictures of my kids on it.

Mackenzie put her hand on his shoulder. Don’t get crazy. Please, baby. She ran her fingers through his black shoulder length hair and gazed up at his soulful light brown eyes. Let him just delete it.

Tink, this is-

She got on her tiptoes and whispered, We weren’t fucking this time. Relax.

They had been photographed screwing in an airport bathroom once. She took the camera from his hand and returned it to the frazzled photographer as people started to watch them.

Delete it and get going. OK?

He took the camera and fumbled with it a bit then let Brandon witness him delete the digital image. I’m sorry. I’m a fan and wanted to show my fifteen-year-old I saw you.

Brandon felt like an ass. Shit! Why didn’t you just say something? He grabbed his hat from the floor and put it back on. I thought you were gonna write a crazy story about me and my friend here.

I won’t. I swear.

Can I make up being a dick to you? Brandon knew he should, especially with the crowd his outburst had attracted. Tink, take our picture.

Really? Sweet! My kid will think I’m the best. He handed Mackenzie his camera while Brandon took off what he considered a disguise. Then after they had checked out the image, they shook hands. I will definitely ask before I take a picture next time.

Sorry again, dude. Brandon quickly looked