Chapter 76

Richie's breath caught as she emerged from the tent. Her beautiful hair curled around her face, the breeze off the ocean letting it float around her with pretty white flowers. His eyes drifted down, surprised to find a lacey gown replacing the earlier outfit, but as his eyes traveled the length of her tanned leg he and was just as pleased with this outfit.



Storybook princesses and sprites had nothing on his...wife, echoed in his head. She was going to be his wife. All five foot nothing of her would be his forever. He jangled the rings in his pocket, eager to slide the band around her finger, letting the world know just how special she was to him.

She walked up too him and tilted her head upwards as she reached for his hand. She was trembling, both from nerves and excitement as she watched emotions flicker like fire in his gaze. "Last chance to back out Sambora."

"Do you want me to carry you down the aisle too? Because you aren't going anywhere. Too late you said yes."

A soft giggle escaped her as she winked up at him. "I think I can handle walking beside ya this one time Pony. I'll reserve my rides for later."

"Damn right," he said with a leer. "Everything starts new here, we're one with only the future ahead."

Her ever present smile widened as her eyes began to glow. "I like that, One forever."

He took her hand, linking finger to finger, palm to palm. "Forever is the only thing that works for me where you're concerned."

Leading her down the petal strewn beach that had suddenly became an aisle, he let his toes sink into the sand. The wind kicked up a little as the tide came rolling in with the setting sun. The beach roared like their fast rising fan base, as if to cheer them on while the priest’s quiet, yet strong voice fought with nature.

Brother Martine spoke of forevers and of God’s plan. He spoke of the future and of the growing burdens of family life and Richie tried to listen, but the voice became a buzz as he watched his Elena soak it all in. Watched as the setting sun flamed around them and dreams of forever centered right there, right now, on this beach.

Three weeks ago he’d never have believed that a woman like Elena would bless his life, but he wasn’t one to question the grand plan. He only hoped he’d be good enough and strong enough to be worthy of her.

Faintly he heard the priest start the blessing of the union, holding his hand out for the rings. With shaking fingers he managed not to drop them into the sand. And as the sun reached the smooth glass of the water, the ocean sparked almost as much as her brown eyes. In that moment he promised before the vastness of all of nature to love, honor and cherish her. He spoke aloud his words of forever, unsure if they even made sense.

And without a flicker of remorse he said, “Until death us do part.” Knowing right then that she was his and he was hers. As she did little more than mouth the words back to him, he fought the urge to drag her in as tears escaped from her and from him when her voice broke on forever.

The moment was only the start of the adventure named Elena. “It’s only the beginning,” he whispered it aloud, knowing it would seal the moment. When the priest smiled back Richie lifted his left hand, the circle of white gold and tiny crust of diamonds until her small hand met his. Diamonds flared from her delicate finger and they held palm to palm before they laced fingers again, ring to ring and he pulled her in.

“Hello Mrs. Sambora,” he murmured against her lips just before he sealed them with his own.

She returned the kiss with each and every part of her being, before pulling back and giving him a silly smile. "Hello husband."

Richie turned to the priest, shaking his hand with his right, unwilling to beak their connection just yet. "Thank you for sharing our day, Father. It was perfect."

Elena's gaze traveled to Aggie as she smiled. "Thank you both, so much for making this day perfect."

He turned to the small woman standing on the side with eyes bright with as many tears as his wife. Pulling her in, he brushed each cheek with a kiss. "Thank you for being here so I could marry this amazing lady."

Aggie gave the obviously deliriously happy man a smile. "May the Lord's blessings be on you both."

Elena leaned in towards Richie as she watched the priest and Aggie leave, her petite body still trembling. Taking a deep breath she finally turned and looked up into Richie's dark brown eyes and smiled. "Well now that ya have me, what’s the plan husband of mine?" She laughed inside of herself, as she caught herself saying husband again, but dammit it just felt right to say it. It would make it even more real as the day so far had seemed more like a dream than anything else.

He leaned down, rubbed her nose. "Now I show you what being married means to me the naked way," he said with a laugh when her mouth dropped open.

"Like you haven’t BEEN showing me?" She began to giggle as she pressed closer to him, a wicked light beginning to shine in her eyes, "SO how’s it gonna be any different?"

He shrugged, "It's legal," he laughed. Well, most of the positions are anyway."

She shook her head and started laughing, "You still owe me the ones illegal in most southern bible states." She wrapped her arms around him and grinned, "But if all you can handle is legal, then I'm ready for that too."

"Hell no, I want you every way possible. Carnal knowledge is best when it's at its dirtiest."

A devilish gleam began to twinkle in her eyes as she whirled, "Gotta catch me first," as she darted off and began to run towards the tent.

With three long strides he had her in his arms, swinging her up off her feet as he liked her best. "Caught," he said and pushed through the flap that had been drawn down during her preparations. "This threshold will do for starters."

She continued to giggle until she was nearly gasping, "Oh look, I’ve been caught, WHATEVER shall I do?" Her hands slid around his neck as she watched the curious gleam in his eyes.

Laying her on the bed he started with a long, thorough kiss. Lips and teeth vied for attention as he took and took until she was breathless with it. The shadows were thick as the sun had disappeared and night took over their beach. Richie pulled back, grinned down at his wife for a moment before striding from the tent as he dug into his pants for his lighter.

Her brow arched slightly as he stood and left the tent. Deciding that she could give as good as she got she stood and swiftly unzipped her dress and slid it from her body. Moving to the chair she laid it carefully across the back before removing her panties. Walking back to the bed she reclined back against the pillows and casually bent one knee.

He returned to the tent, a butter soft glow filled the room, leaving flickering shadows and his wife in the center of it all. Sun-kissed from head to each little toe, her skin gleamed in the firelight.

He flicked open the three buttons that he'd bothered to button for the sake of the priest and let the woven silk shirt slide from his arms and drop to the floor. An earthy rosary was his only jewelry tonight. Kneeling on the bed, he left his pants on for now, wanting to savor his wife until her screams were the only things he could hear beyond the pounding surf.

He caught a foot, tracing his tongue around her slim ankle bone and up the smooth expanse of her calf to the dip in her knee. His lips traced a path up with the cool metal of the cross following in his wake.

A soft gasp whispered over lips suddenly dry with need as her body began to shiver from the heat of his lips and the coolness of his cross. "Well there you are."

Deciding the silence would make her even more insane, he didn't say a word, just grinned up at her as his teeth replaced his lips on a smooth scrape up her inner thigh. When he made it to the tissue soft skin just at the top, he nipped ever so gently before nosing his way into the nest of nerves that was already open and ready for him.

He flicked the tip of his tongue from end to end, gathering his first taste of her as his wife. Savoring, he delved a little deeper and found the heart of her and sucked gently as he draped her leg over his shoulder.

Delicate fingers reached for and fisted in the sheets as a soft whimper began to build in her throat. Instinctively she arched up towards his lips before arching away on the barest of nibbles, her eyes fluttering closed before opening again revealing the dazed heat building there. "Jesussssssss Pony!"

"Jesus can't help you tonight, Darlin'. I plan on branding every inch of you tonight," he said darkly. He looked up at her restless movements, the arch of her neck and the soft sighs just weren't enough. His tongue thrust inside of her, mimicking the aching cock that was currently pinned against his body right now. Her taste bloomed in his mouth, his fingers gripped her knee as he felt her shudder beneath him. He wanted more.

A moan wrenched through her as his tongue delved deeper and her body began to shiver wildly. Her fingers slid from the sheets to tangle in his hair s she began to writhe slowly from his actions. "Brand me darlin, god help me Brand me!" Her tongue slid over her dry lips, as the she began to burn with a fever bright heat that only he could inspire.

Leaving her just on the edge, he rose higher, his lips covering her tummy and teasing the fire bright diamond winking at her belly button. He arched away from her, letting the cross trail across her ribs and up to the curve of her breast.

Settling himself against her thighs, he let the rough linen of his pants rub along her center as he slowly swiveled his hips. With each gasp and groan he wanted more, dragging another scream from her as he scraped his teeth over the copper fire of her breast. Sucking none too gently, he rolled her nipple between his teeth and tongue until she bumped and bucked beneath him. Her body not its own now, only instinct reaching for pleasure.

He glanced to his right as her thick cry of near release had him an inch away from flipping her over and ramming into her until they both passed out. He grabbed the readied bottle of champagne, touching the icy bottle to the side of her breast for a moment.

The utter gasp of shock drowned in a groan as he poured a tiny river of gold over her nipple and down to the small concave curve of her belly. Lapping it from her skin and following the ribbon of bubbles he sipped from her belly button.

Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders as finger nails alternately grazed over skin or dug in with each movement he made, soft cries echoing into heart stopping moans. When the ice cold champagne hit her over sensitized and heated skin she bucked upwards, her eyes flying open as she let go of a soft scream, her mind so swept up in the moment her lips were unable to even frame his name.

Pouring and sipping his way up her body, he licked a trail up her neck and slid a hand down to find her soaking wet. He slid two long fingers in, letting his thumb press down on her clit but not move, just press and leave her full, holding her still when she wanted to arch and finish.

"Not yet," he whispered.

She gasped softly, her lips working as she tried to frame words, "ba...baby please," her words a drawn out husky sigh. Nails raked slowly over broad shoulders then down along his spine, "Pleaseeeee."

Holding her still with one powerful thigh, he caught her mouth in a drugging kiss as he slowly moved his fingers in and out. Her heat poured over his hand, leaving his dick so hard he could barely stand it. Soaking in her, he used his other hand to unhook the loose pants. "Can I come inside, baby? Will you take me?"

Her eyes met his as the fires of passion blazed even higher within her gaze. Returning his kiss with a desperation that only his touch, his kiss and his body could feed she whispered softly against his lips, "God yes..."

Kicking off the pants he rolled her onto her tummy. His teeth went from the backs of her knees to the muscle of her thighs to the perfect shape of her ass. Opening her legs, his rosary dipped into the arch of her spine just as he slid inside, long and slow. "Push back on me, love." he said as her knees dug into the bed and she took all of him.

She arched back against him, her hips trembling as she slowly rotated her hips left to right. Hands with nowhere to roam fisted again in the sheets as her head braced itself on a pillow, her breathing racing and hitching with each simple movement.

He slid a hand under her and banded around her, holding her tight against him. His right hand curved across her shoulders as he dragged her back against him. His lips, sucking, sliding and tasting her neck as he slammed inside of her. The roll of his hips as they found a rhythm as old as the pounding surf seemed to meld into one.

He held her tight against him as he felt her go over, the spasming grasp of her body around him, the guttural screams that came from both of them all converged.

She cried out wildly, her body tensing as she followed his lead, her cries ebbing and flowing with the ocean. "Pony, baby, Love, god..." Sentences were a thing of the past, her mind capable of minimal words as she rode the wave of passion his movements were bringing. There was no her, no him, just them, one body, one mind, one soul, and she was lost....

Her body slumped, eyes wild with passion closing as she gave herself up to him and the darkness.

Richie felt her fall away, her body loose and completely relaxed save for the soft shudders of reaction as her body came back down from the heaven they seemed to find only together.

Curling around her, he watched the flashes of shadow and light on her skin as his heart finally came down to a manageable beat and didn't feel like it was going to rip out of his chest. Pressing a light kiss along her temple he settled in for a quick nap to recharge.

Chapter 75

((Sorry bout the delay folks but laptied died and i had to spend a lil time pulling the stories from my various sources so i could edit again :)

Without further ado....

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Jon casually reached over and placed his arm around her waist, more for comfort and to anchor her back to the present than anything else. He picked a topic that had to at least get her attention back to the table for a moment. "So Katie, heard from the runaway yet?"

Kate blinked rapidly as the curtain of her past swept away and the dust motes of history settled back where they belonged. She just gave him an eyebrow raise at the arm around her hips. "What do you think you're doin', Sugar?"

A mega watt smile hit his lips as he winked. No way would he admit to hating her attention being elsewhere. Choosing his words he gave a lighthearted reply. "Talking to a friend and drinking wine. What about you?"

"Uh huh," she said but didn't remove his arm. It suited her purposes for that particular moment. Perhaps James would keep clear if he believed she was on a date. Ignoring his question, she shrugged. "No word from Elena. She's probably hip deep in sand and sex."

Jon snorted and started to laugh, "Yeah, knowing Richie, that's about how its gonna be going. So babe, wanna sit here in the corner all night or do you wanna dance?"

Leaning back she grinned. "You dance to slow smokey jazz, Jon? I'm surprised. I thought you'd be too white to dance."

He leaned forward until he was nose to nose with her. "Baby I dance to everything."

Her head tilted of its own volition and she could nearly taste the warm, rich red on his lips. The wine shined there between them and she ached to taste, to feel alive again. She watched him swipe his lower lip and groaned, pulling back. Struggling to find the light, teasing facade they'd worn all evening, she grinned. "I don't know Sugar, you're with the big boys tonight."

His grin reached out at the same time he stood and took her hand. "Well only one way for you to find out baby, and that’s experience it first hand." He pulled her over to the corner the dance area was in and pulled her tight and let the music guide the way as his hips began to grind and swivel to the music. "Its all about feeling the music Katie," He whispered as his head dipped close to her ear. "It’s all about the music."

His scent wrapped around her, soap and spice with an airy cleanness that invited her closer. When his hands slid into the ass pockets of her jeans and dragged her in, she felt the first pull of longing.

Memories of their time together was so shadowy, she didn't have anything to go on but the present. And when his hips undulated low and slow she let the music take her. Her arms rose to his shoulders as they flowed into one luscious shimmy against the tide of bass and rhythm guitar.

She felt the bump of his lips against her ear, but there was no words, just a low sound of pleasure and the puff of breath on her skin as he rocked closer. And as the rhythm increased, so did their bodies.

He bit back a groan of pleasure and offered up a silent prayer that his body wouldn't betray him, a prayer that wasn't getting any answer; yet he couldn't pull away, and didn’t want too. Their bodies just seemed to fit and it was all he could do to not pull her into a kiss. He held her tighter, and allowed himself the small pleasure of nuzzling her neck with his nose, inhaling her scent and feeling as if it had drugged him. She was everything he could ever want, and she wanted to be friends. There had to be a way to change that, and he'd find it.he needed was time, Sambora and his friend zone shit wasn't gonna do it for him. His hips swayed closer as he dipped her slowly and pulled her back up and into his chest. "You dance divinely Katie."

She slid her fingertips up to his lips. "Don't ruin it by talking," she said and let the drumbeat pulse though her. He was surprisingly firm everywhere. She'd expected the leanness to be one of inactivity, but not the sinewy muscles both in his arms and chest, abs and the distracting ass that bunched with each undulating rush of adrenaline. She felt the slim line of sweat trickling down her spine. Hoping the cotton of her shirt was thick enough to hide the aching tips of her nipples she pulled a hand out of her back pocket. She gasped when his firm grip transferred to her hip, down her thigh as the beat grew tribal.

The dance floor was a crush of people, creating more friction and more sweat as they were forced to crowd closer. She felt his nose bump along her neck and she tipped her head back instinctively.

A soft groan whispered over his lips as her neck was thrown into light and shadow by her movements. Instinct drove him as his tongue flicked out and tasted the sweat that had her pale skin gleaming. His lips slowly slid from neck to ear as he exhaled softly. That small taste had his soul clamouring for more and his logic forcing back the rising desire. Slow and easy would win this race, not his all too eager cock, damn it all, and even as he thought the thought, his lips made one more slow pass over the fragile column of her neck. She was sugar and spice, and damn near lethal with it all, and he wanted more God help him. He tugged her closer, his hands splaying over those curvy hips as a softly uttered groan left him, his lips unable to stop their gentle slide over her skin.

She gasped. Her skin felt hot and tight, each time his hips pushed against hers she came closer to the point of no return. She'd had the argument with herself, until she was blue with it, but here in the middle of the heat of him, it didn't seem to matter that their lives didn't mesh.

Here it didn't matter that he'd be gone within a month. And when his tongue flicked behind her ear, she'd nearly lost it. But the cold light of reality made her decision for her as the house lights went up and she heard James' voice.

"We'll be back in five, folks. We have a visitor in the house and I need to drag her ass up here to play."

He kept his arms around her as the lights came up, a soft growl whispering over his lips. His brows wrinkled at teh look on Kate's face when the guy on stage talked about a visitor. She didn't look happy, not at all. "He’s talking bout you aint he Kate?"

"Fuck," she said with a voice just a hair too shaky for her taste. "He wouldn't," she said more to herself than Jon. But sure enough, she heard the whoops and hollars as James pushed through the dispersing crowd.

"Hiya Killer," came his smooth bass voice. Large arms tugged her from Jon's grasp. Lifting her a full six inches off the floor, he folded her into a hug. "It's been far too long since you've graced my stage with your voice or your brass."

Jon's brow arched nearly to his hairline as he watched the interplay between the two. Closing his eyes a moment he dipped deep inside and pulled on his charisma, letting his stage presence fill his eyes as he put a work smile on. "Well sweetheart, wanna introduce me to your friend?"

"Dammit, James, put me down." She pushed back on him, letting the sharp toe of her boot connect with his shin.

James let her slide down his body, remembering the curve of her, the sheer sexuality of her. For a little white girl, she had surprising moves and more blues in her soul than half of the men he worked with. Too bad she was so independent.

He gave a quick grunt as knee went for his jewels. "Hey now, darlin', don't go for the hot spot. You liked it once upon a time."

Kate hissed and took a step back from him. "Jon, this is James Dupris." She gestured to Jon. "James this is my friend, Jon Bon Jovi."

"What's goin' on with you, Kats. You bring a scrawny glam boy in my club? Have you no shame?"

Jon reached out and pulled Kate into his chest, his hands wrapping around her in a seeming show of possession, his lips dipping to her neck for a moment. "Honey you never told me you knew James Dupris, how bad of you. I might just have to punish you for that later." The ass wanted glam? He'd get it, only not the way he expected.

Hard blue eyes swept over the bigger man, a half smirk gracing his lips. "Glam as I might be, She’s with me now not you, so must be something I have that does it right eh Dupris?"

Kate nearly growled. No way was she going to be in the middle of some testosterone laden tug of war. Extricating herself, she smiled slow and smooth. "Boys, boys, we're attracting far too many eyes." She glanced at James her voice whisper soft."I'm not getting up on that stage."

"Sure you are, Kats. I'll only taunt you into it." His gaze flicked from her all too cool gaze to Jon. "I used to be able to taunt you into damn near anything."

Jon backed up a pace, holding his hands up to Kate in an I give salute. "Katie if you wanna play go ahead, or we could leave to the next spot we were planning on hitting. I was looking forward to that other club you mentioned? Totally up to you though."

"What you don't have it anymore, Killer? Lost your mojo to the medicine that stole your soul?"

Kate's back went up. "What, you think you can guilt me into the set, James? That only works on the groupies you feed into."

His fingertip slid down her arm. "Groupies never replaced you, Kats. Never could. I'm a weak man when it comes to the flesh. If only you'd have given me more, I may not have strayed."

Kate's jaw dropped. Fury and the quiet gleam of battle rose in her cheeks and flashed in her eyes, " You son of a bi-"

Jon reached out with lightning reflexes and pulled Kate into his arms feeling the ice of his rage rising and knew it would glitter in his eyes like a warning. "Only a stupid man would cheat on someone like Katie here." Turning Kate too him he offered her a swift understanding smile. "Baby lets go someplace a bit more befitting your class. Anywhere you wanna go, ok?"

"Ahh, I see you've been tamed by a boy. Never could handle a real man, could you, Kats." James crossed his massive arms over his chest. "I see now that all my tutoring was wasted. That fine body of yours used to shiver beneath my touch both on and off the stage. Now you go for this milquetoast? Momma Beth would be shamed."

Kate nearly shook with the need to lash out. Momma Beth had been the croon to the band before she passed. The owner of the bar before Clarence took over. "Don't you dare bring Momma Beth into this. Just because you can't control me any longer and your pathetic groupies don't excite you anymore, doesn't mean you can come over here and act like the ass I know you are." She let her voice raise and carry. One thing he and Momma had taught her was range. "I'm too good for your stage," she said with her chin held high.

Jon chuckled softly and watched without saying a word. Damn she didn't need protecting one bit. She was glorious with the fire in her hair and eyes. The respect he had felt for her grew a few more notches as he watched her dress down the man making a mockery of them both. "So shall we pretty Katie?"

She laced her fingers in his. "He's twice the man you could even imagine being," she murmured. "And where you've got age creeping higher, he's got the lust and the fire of youth. Everything you fear, Dupris." Turning on her heel she heard James' booming laugh as they headed for the exit.

"White girl, gave me a fine dressing down. She got soul in those hips and pipes," he said to the room to save face. "Too bad, the Dupris just never could tame her. Poor glam boy, he never tame that shrew."

Kate stalled at the mouth of the stairs, then felt Jon's lightly reassuring touch at the small of her back and clattered down the stairs to the door and out into the fresh air.

"Remind me to never piss you off Kate." Jon's voice was droll as a devilish glint sparkled in his eyes. "You’re fucking dangerous babe."

"All that talent wasted on an egotistical ass with a mixture of a God complex and fear of growing old. The women he fucks get younger every year and I didn't see it until I'd already made the mistake," she growled. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I was stupid to think James could control himself with a younger man on my arm."

Jon pulled her into a hug, a gentle smile in his eyes and on his lips, "Its not a problem Katie, gave me a good insight into how you handle things. I admire how you did it. Just never let me be on the wrong end of your anger ok?"

She hugged him back, reluctantly at first, then harder. "Well, don't piss me off like that and we'll be fine. Nothing a woman hates more than her mistakes shoved down her throat with a smirk."

He nodded swiftly, a soft laugh echoing out as they exited the building. "Duly noted Dr. Katie."

"And dammit, I'm hungry. I hate that, I get angry and the only thing that will calm me down is a pizza." She slid her arm around his waist, letting him curl an arm around her shoulders. "You wanna grab a pie, Sugar?"

"Sounds like a plan Katie, a most excellent plan." Turning to the right he began to walk back down the street to the small pizzaria he had noted earlier, his arm still firmly wrapped around her waist.