The concert went off without a hitch. Kevin flubbed
a couple of dance steps in the opening but they didn't
jump on him for it. When they were done Kevin plowed
through everyone to get changed. The rest of the
guys knew he would be gone before they even got back
to the dressing room. Carlos could hardly keep up
with him by the time they hit the hotel. Kevin walked
to his door told Carlos goodnight and went in.
Once inside he was greeted with two people sound asleep.
One stretched out on the couch with a pillow over
her head and Jake snoring in the chair.
He almost tripped over a pizza box lying on the floor
and swore, "Looks like we enjoyed ourselves." The
room was trashed with papers laying everywhere, empty
pop cans, napkins, and crunched up balls of paper.
"What a mess!" he exclaimed softly.
She heard him come in but didn't feel like moving.
Watching from under her pillow, she saw him try to
tip toe through the debris to Jake. She had to admit
it was pretty funny.
Kevin finally reached Jake, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Jake, Jake, wake up," he whispered.
"What?" Jake grumbled opening his
"Hey, you don't sleep with us, go
bunk next door," motioning to the door.
Bron smiled from under her pillow and observed. Jake
got up and left. Kevin was surveying the trashed
room, shaking his head, grumbling.
Stepping lightly to her side, "Hey Bron, come on time
to go to bed," he shook her shoulder.
"Leave me alone, I'm in bed," came
from under the pillow.
"This is not my bed, it's a couch,
Let's go," he waited. He stood there waiting for
to move. Either she moves or I’ll move her. She’s
not staying out here by herself.
Bron thought why the hell doesn't he just go to bed.
Dammit, he’s just standing there. I can't sleep with
him standing there watching me. ERRRR!!! "You're
not gonna go away till I get up are you?" came the
"No, I'm not." He told her without moving an inch.
He heard her sigh as she dragged herself off the couch
and to the bedroom. Walking directly to her duffel
she grabbed her dorm shirt. It was obvious he wasn’t
going to give her any privacy even if she begged for
it. Ha, I won’t beg any man, she spoke to herself.
Stripping off her clothes, she replaced them with
a nightshirt. She turned around he started smirking
"Something funny?" she mumbled and
looking at him as he lay in bed, leaning back on the
headboard with the sheet resting on his waist.
He looked at her and out of his mouth
came that little "sarcastic" voice he was so well
known for using on occasion. "Very sexy," he laughed.
She looked down at her shirt and then to him, smiling.
"What? C.W. and Bounce bought this for me." She
watched as he laughed in amusement. "Ya got something
against Cookie Monster and Elmo?" He just laughed
"Hmmm?" he responded, while he studied her.
"You look tired."
"I am, but I hurt more than I'm tired."
he said as he started to stretch underneath the sheets.
She looked at him he was exhausted and did look sore.
She knew how to fix that she used to do that for C.W.
all the time. Maybe we need a truce for tonight,
we both have had a rough day she reflected.
"Lay down Lurch," she boomed at him. He was puzzled
by the command but did it anyway. Walking over she
turned the lights off. The room filled with moonlight
as bright as day.
"Roll over," he heard in a comforting voice. Once
he was on his stomach, he folded his arms under his
head and adjusted the sheet. The mattress moved and
he felt her straddle his butt then sit on him. She
heard her inner self say, yep he had plans, no boxers.
"Bron!" he gasped, not expecting her to literally
sit on his ass.
"Sssh, relax,” She cooed to him.
She started up by his neck working his muscles into
releasing the tension. She moved to his shoulders.
She continued her assault all the way down his back.
She heard a couple of satisfied grunts and moans.
Reaching the point where she was sitting she stopped.
They both knew that he was already aroused and that
some of the grunts and groans had come from desire
not relief. Bron rolled off to the side and curled
up in a ball. She started to close her eyes.
"Why'd you stop a minute ago you wanted it?" he asked
in the dark.
"Because Kev, I don't want to be
in a magazine article,” she whispered without moving.
"What article?" he asked some what surprised.
"You know the one night stands, the
guilt. I often wondered if the guilt hit you before
or after you blew your wad."
She felt like a truck had hit her as he landed on
her. Two hands grabbed either side of her face. She
opened her eyes and he was scowling at her. "You're
not an article in a magazine and you never will be.
Besides we were upset with that article, accuracy
was lacking." They gazed at each other.
"Rollover," he demanded.
"Aw why, I'm comfy," she whined.
He spoke as he rolled her onto her
tummy and hiked up her shirt, "Cuz it's my turn."
Kevin gingerly set about his task of helping her to
relax. Whenever she was vocal he would stop and stay
in that spot for bit. Reaching her hips and heading
for her tail bone he paused to see if she was going
to protest it or not. Inside his head he could here
himself; please don’t say no darlin'.
He continued since she didn't and then he saw the
marks. The tips of purple marks to the left of her
tailbone and light violet to the right. He pulled
her underwear down further. Inwardly he groaned,
he knew he had done this to her. Placing one hand
over each mark it matched perfectly except the left
side was upside down. He started to trace the outline
of his handprint on her backside with his finger.
"Kev, what are you doing?" Bron asked getting upset.
"I'm sorry Bron," he sighed.
"It's Okay, but you won’t ever do
it again," she scolded him.
All of sudden Bron felt his warm lips on the marks.
She tried to control the fear but couldn't.
"Kev don't, please," she was panicking
"My mom always kissed my boo-boos,"
he whispered and continued.
"Kev, please stop!" she wailed.
Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, kept blaring in head.
Kevin picked his head up, she was clenching her hand
into the pillow and her eyes were closed tightly.
Fear was written all over her face. Quickly climbing
up to her she started to cry. Gently he cradled her
in his arms.
"Bron tell me who did this to you?" he begged, "Please
tell me." By now she was almost sobbing and he scooped
her up and started to rock her gently, brushing the
wet hair from her face. "Please tell me," he cooed
in her ear.
All of her emotions that she had been holding back
for all these months were released as the floodgates
opened. One simple act had unlocked the gates. She
croaked out "Lenny, the day..."
"I know when, sssshhh, it's Okay,"
he whispered to her. "I'm so sorry baby, no wonder
you're so scared he's already hurt you once."
Inside he was in a rage and could barely contain it.
How could anybody do that to another human being he
"Does Mc know Bron?" he asked gently. Her head shook
no. "Why didn't you tell him?"
She was trying to talk and gasp for
breath at the same time. "I can't he'll kill him."
Kevin was enraged even more because he thought she
was thinking about the freak that did this her. On
top of it she had kept it a secret for so many months.
"So what," Kevin ground out.
"If he does, than Solarez will go after Mc and then
it goes back and forth and it won't stop." Bron gulped
for air, "I've already lost C.W., I don't want to
lose the rest of my family."
Kevin didn't say another word. Gently he rocked her
and stroked her until she fell asleep. Closing his
eyes and drifting off to sleep still holding her to
him, he thought, well she's protecting what she love's
but you can't sacrifice yourself to do it Bron. We
have to fix this somehow.
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