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    “Austin, dude—you won’t believe who’s gonna entertain us on the trip up there.” Jake didn’t hide his own hard-on. “Tink’s gonna spread her legs for all of us.”
    Once on the plane, Brandon glanced down the aisle at Mackenzie. She was about 10 rows from him, in the first class section. He had switched seats with her. He didn’t want her cramped for six hours or so. The seat he was in had been the very last on the flight.
    Mackenzie turned back and smiled at Brandon, glad that her plans had changed. She had hoped she could hold his hand on the trip, but seeing him would have to do. Nervously, she gripped the armrest. She still hated flying.
    As soon as the seat belt sign went off, Brandon got up and made his way to Mackenzie. He looked at the teenager sitting next to her. “Hey, kid, wanna make some money?”
    The young man looked at him. “How?”
    “Switch seats with me.”
    “Where you sitting?” The kid’s eyes opened wide with curiosity.
    “Row 15.” Brandon smiled. “Aisle seat.”
    The frown on the teen’s face gave away his disappointment. “Nah, I’m good.”
    Brandon took off his hat and glasses. “Do you know who I am?”
    “Uh…” The expression on the young man’s face changed. “Oh, shit, you’re…”
    With a shake of Brandon’s head, the teen was quiet. “Would you do it for an autograph?”
    “How about your hat?”
    Knowing he needed it, Brandon shook his head. Then he reached into his pocket and started counting out hundred-dollar bills. “What if I gave you… 500 dollars?” The reaction was better to that, but he could see he needed to add a bit more. “And…” He looked around for something to write on. “Kenzie, do you got any paper?”
    She searched her purse, but only found gum wrappers. Everything else was electronic. “No. Sorry.” She held out a pen she had accidentally taken from her hotel room.
    He pulled out a 20 and took the pen. “What’s your name? He nodded at the excited teenager.
    “Max.”
    Brandon said aloud what he was writing, “To my good friend Max, can’t wait to travel with you again. Brandon Knight, Wicked End.” He looked up, “How about now?” Holding out the 20 along with the rest of the cash, he waited for the offer to register.
    “Fuck yeah.” The kid covered his mouth. “Sorry for the language, ma’am.” He quickly grabbed the money and his things before scrambling to the rear section of the plane.
    With a huge smile, Brandon retrieved his carry on, before settling in besides Mackenzie. “Much better.” He threw an arm around her and pulled her close. “I hope this trip turns out to be all you hope it will be.” He closed his eyes and sighed, hoping he didn’t have to deck any of his friends.
    She waited a minute, unsure how to reply. Then she tipped his hat up. The sunglasses hid his eyes, but she felt his breathing change and knew he was falling asleep. She smiled and whispered, “As long as I’m with you, it’ll be an amazing adventure.”
    She fingered the black crystal that hung around his neck. It had become one of his trademarks, because he never took it off. He treasured it more than anything else. She was there the day he received it, and the day he swore never to take it off again. Both days were filled with tears. She sighed and finally allowed her own eyes to drift closed, wanting to forget the pain.
    Hours later, Brandon glanced down at Mackenzie sleeping on his chest. She looked so beautiful. He hoped she didn’t enjoy the deal they made with the guys too much. He knew his band was going to get more out of it than he wanted them to, for sure.
    He thought about the deal. His heart was aching with just the idea of it. Reality had sunk in. He planned to follow through only because of Mackenzie’s list. He knew if he walked in on one of the guys buried in her pussy he was going to freak out. She was that important to him. How am I gonna deal with this shit? By faking it as usual, that’s