Free Wicked End by Bella Jeanisse

about it later,” he told Mackenzie.
    Austin checked the hallway several times, as they all just waited. After the fifth look, he said, “OK, looks clear.” He walked over to Brandon and helped him stand up.
    Brandon wrapped Mackenzie in a dry towel then guided her into the small bathroom. She was half-awake and walking under her own power, but slowly. After locking the door, Brandon set Mackenzie on the closed toilet. When he let go, she started to tip.
    “Can you sit up, please?” He held her steady until she grabbed the sink next to her.
    She laid her head on it and watched him undress. If she had not been so out of it, she would have hoped for shower sex. Then the bus hit a bump. She fell to the floor and laughed, softly.
    “Only you could laugh at something like that.” He almost fell as well, but lifted her up, leaving the towel on the floor. “Hold on tight. I’m gonna get you in the shower.” He couldn’t stand that she had cum running down her thighs, and it wasn’t his.
    As he washed her, she became less and less responsive. When he had rinsed them both off, he lifted her chin. She was out again.
    Soon, he laid Mackenzie’s spent body in his bunk and covered her up. He was glad for a change his bunk was in the middle. He didn’t have to struggle to get her in. Before he had a chance to find her something to wear, Jake stumbled to him from the front lounge.
    “Time to fuck,” Jake slurred, grabbing his crotch.
    Brandon turned to the impatient, pompous ass. “Let her sleep for a while.”
    “I’m horny now,” he insisted.
    Brandon held back his anger, for the tenth time that day. “If you fuck her now, she’s not gonna move. She passed out in the fucking shower. Give her a few hours, and she’ll rock your world. You heard me brag about her.”
    “Yeah. That’s what makes it hard to wait.” He stroked his hard cock through his jeans. “My dick is dying to feel her cum. I’m gonna make her scream my name.”
    Closing his eyes, Brandon quelled his jealousy again. “It’s too early for her to be out for the night, relax dude. Go have another beer.”

Chapter Seven
    Mackenzie woke up unsure of where she was. After a few seconds though, it came back to her. She felt the bed next to her and found she was alone. Then she discovered she was in her favorite nightshirt, which did not get a lot of use, since she normally slept in the nude. Brandon must have taken care of her. The last thing she could recall was being in the shower with him.
    Then hearing Austin shout Scott’s name came to her. She had no clue either of them were bisexual and was surprised by it, but wouldn’t judge them. What they preferred was their choice. She wondered how much they fooled around on the bus and how much the other guys allowed within their sight.
    Her stomach growled, so she peeked out of the bunk, pulling the curtain back just enough to see an empty hallway. Carefully, she climbed down and was immediately glad Brandon had dressed her.
    Jake was coming out of the back room, and there were a bunch of men in there. He closed the door behind himself and grinned at her as he opened his jeans and pulled out his 12-inch dick that was hard as a rock.
    Her eyes opened wide at his size. No way would that thing fit inside of her. She turned and headed for the kitchen area, where she heard voices. She looked around the room at the roadies and other band members with beers in their hands. Brandon was nowhere to be found.
    While looking at the mess in the kitchen, she asked no one in particular, “Where’s Brandon?”
    “Sitting with Jesse,” Austin replied from the table, eating what looked like frozen pizza. “They’re trying to find a town to get gas at.”
    Angelo, one of the security guys, stood up. “So who’s drawing straws for bunks this trip?” They had 15 men with the band and crew, but there were only 12 bunks. “I got fucked last time. That couch kills your back.”
    “Jesse and Mike are sharing,”