Chapter 78

Richie linked fingers with Elena as he headed up the stairs into the small waterfront bar. The music was already blaring and the bar was near capacity, with the majority of the patrons of the female persuasion. Anything seemed to go for fashion, from bikinis to dresses and everything you could think of in between. Zoning in on the bar, he caught the bartender's glance after a few minutes and signaled for two beers. He fought his way for a spot along the bar and settled Elena between his thighs. "Pretty cool place," he said into her ear.

She leaned back as she took a sip of the ice cold brew, her hips already beginning to sway and shimmy instinctively to the music. "Mmmm, yes it is." Her gaze traveled the room slowly, resting on the band for a few moments before moving on. "Band's not half bad."

He slid his hand over her hip and along her belly, letting his hips roll with her slow swivel. The song had a deep Caribbean flavor that hinted of heat and sweat. He sipped his cold beer then buried his nose in her hair, "God, you're so fucking hot," he whispered.

He groaned as her head tilted backwards, her elegant neck shimmering under the club lights as she arched backwards with a slow swaying move, the soft sultriness of her voice of her whispered "mmmm, not the only hot thing here tonight lover," doing more damage to his control than he expected.

He placed her empty bottle and his twin on the bar and led her onto the dance floor. Between the crush of people and the heat of the heavy night, he felt the rivulets of sweat sliding down his back already. He nudged her thighs apart with a knee and groaned when she plastered herself to him, her arms twining around his neck. The driving beat and his near constant arousal near her was too much to ignore. He lowered his mouth to hers, drawing her unique flavor into his mouth with the bite of the Mexican beer on her tongue.

He kissed her, long and slow letting his body glide with hers in a dance that was more sex than anything else. His hands eased to her hips as his fingers went lower to cup her amazing ass. He pulled her to a slow grind against his thigh, stirring himself up as much as his wife.

She whimpered softly against his chest as her fingers played over his back and ass, her hips moving into their own timeless beat to the music. One slender leg lifted to rub itself against his as she molded herself to him, her body moving to the beat and his lead.

Richie broke the kiss with a groan, his lips drifting to her ear. "Dancing with you is like sex, just the thought of your hips under me has me so hot I'd fuck you right here," he said darkly.

His grin quirked as her eyes nearly black with music and desire lifted to his, and his resolve to simply go dancing with his new wife almost flew out the window with her words.
Pressing a light kiss to the skin showing on his chest she whispered up to him, "I'd probably go along with it, arrest be damned too."

Richie took a half step away from the danger that was Elena's hips then lifted her hand to his mouth, scraping his teeth over her wrist. "You're a dangerous woman. Perhaps it was too soon for us to leave the house."


He let his head fall back at the flick of her tongue on his chest. Thankfully the music began to fade as a deep Jamaican bass of a voice came over the microphone. "We're going to take a little break folks, we'll be back in five. Go and feed your bartenda," he said with a rich, booming laugh.


Her gaze twinkled as it slid from his face then down along his body and slowly up again. She knew it, he was already half hard and all because of her, and if the visual hadn't told her the long fingers still holding tightly to her ass did. "We can handle it darlin, will just make later more fun."

He growled, leaning into her neck and scraping his teeth where her scent was strongest. "Evil wife," he muttered with a smile against her skin. He looked up when he heard his name from the corner.

With a huge smile he recognized an old friend. "Jesus, Rette what the hell are you doing here?" He twirled Elena around into his body facing outward. With both hands he grasped his hand.

She blinked in stunned amazement at the giant standing before her. Tilting her head up her eyes widened as she took in the massively tall, bald ripped man whose skin was darker than the Caribbean night. Holy hell he was bigger than Richie, and his smile was bright enough to light the room on its own. She glanced back at Richie a moment then back to the man he'd called Rette wondering how in hell her husband knew this one man.

"Elena Sambora meet Everette Bradley, one of my oldest friends in the world." He slid a hand around her waist. "Rette, this is my wife, Elena."

"Holy shit, no way!" Everette enveloped her into a hug. "Welcome to the inner circle, Miss Lovely."

She tilted her head, Richie's introduction lending an added sparkle to her already dazzling gaze. Soft lips split into a luminous smile as she lifted a slender hand. "Pleasure's all mine, I'm sure."

"Ah, man, I like her already," Everette said with a wide smile. "I can't believe it! Hitched? For real?"

Richie laughed. "I know. It was a little spur of the moment, but when you know, you know my brotha."

She leaned against Richie a moment and listened as the two men lost themselves in reminiscing and music. Her husband's face took on a glow that she recognized for what it was, a love of music that would damned near rival his love of all things sexual. "Richie sweetie, I'm gonna go get us a drink while you chit chat with Rette here."

He hauled her in, lifting her onto her toes as he kissed her. "Thanks, babe. Are you sure it's okay?" He blushed, realizing it must have been boring for her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck a moment and gave him a sweet smile, her lips sliding over his ear for a brief instant. “I just know you think its boring to me, but its not.” She pulled away and winked, “I actually like listening to you talk, even when it’s about your music, It’s the only way to learn all about you."

"See, I totally won the wife jackpot," he said and grinned at Rette. "Oh, wait, shit. I don't think you brought a purse." He dug into his jeans pocket. "Here you go babe, want a beer too Rette?"

"Thanks, man." Everette nodded.

She winked up at Rette and blew Richie a kiss as she turned to walk to the bar, her hips swaying to the normal house music playing. Shoulders rolled to the sounds as she glided her way up to the bar.

"Pretty little thing, you got there, Rich." Everette nodded to Elena's retreating back.

"I lucked out. You're the first to know about the marriage too." Richie followed Rette's gaze. Elena's naturally sweet demeamor was currently slaying the bartender. He glanced back at his friend. "So how've you been?"

~

He watched her. He'd been scoping out the ladies in the room and this chick was by far the sexiest of any of them in the ratty bar. He sneered at the canned music that piped around the bar. It was better than the Caribbean shit that had been thumping.

The chicks sure did dig that shit though. Grinding all over the dance floor in their bikinis and barely there skirts, they were all asking for it. He brushed his finger under his nose, sniffing hard against the bit of powder left there. He belted back a double shot of whiskey and motioned the bartender for another.

Settling against the bar, he watched the girl with the long dark hair shimmy her way through the crowd and come right up to him. She must have seen him across the way. He flicked his pinkie over his eyebrow and grinned. "Hey baby, lookin' hot out there. You are F-I-N-E in all capital letters baby."

Her gaze flickered casually over the slightly scuzzy male beside her before moving away to watch for the bartender. Ignore it and it will go away ran through her mind as slender fingers drummed on the counter. No need to answer him, short skinny and creepy just wasn't her style, especially now that Richie was in her life.

"Hey there, I'm talking to you. What? You too good to talk to me?" Anger flared suddenly as the beauty in purple continued to ignore him.


"Something like that," Elena's voice dripped with disdain as her gaze looked for the bartender more intently. "Make like a tree and leave man."

"C'mon don't be that way, baby. I'm the finest man in here, don't you know?" He turned to her, crowding in close. God, she smelled good, like expensive sex. He lifted the ends of her hair. "I could make your entire night."

Elena sighed and scooted a pace away from the man. "Yeah you could, by leaving me be."

He laughed. "I see how you are. Playing hard to get, I get it." He leaned back on the bar. "Those drinks are on me, baby. I'll take care of you."

[i]God did the bugs never stop? Couldn’t scuzzball tell she wasn’t even interested?[/I] She forced an overly polite tone into her voice. "I can buy my own thanks." She motioned to the bartender as he walked up, "Three Coronas please."

"I got plenty of money, babe. You could live it up in the finest hotel tonight. I only do four star hotels and four star women," he said with a leer.

She kept her eyes firmly on the bartender, no need to give the creep any more of a reason to pester her. Her voice was quiet yet firm and carried across the space, "Sorry I don't do charity cases." She almost groaned aloud. Did men REALLY use those lame attempts to pick up girls? Thank God Richie wasn't like that, well he DID say lame stuff sometimes, but he had a way about him that made the lamest thing seem sexy. "Go find someone else to use those crap lines on buddy."

He smiled through the anger. "You don't know what you're missing, babe." His eyes flicked over her tight purple top, with the nipples so obviously on display for him. She was hot for him, he knew it. "You'll come back when you realize that I'm the best there is in here."

She gave the bartender a bright smile as she handed over the cash to pay for the drinks. Turning to walk away she muttered loudly enough for him to hear, "Yeah the best trash around, but don’t look for me back, I don’t play in garbage."

She walked back towards Richie, relief at being away from the creep nearly warring with the tension of having to deal with scum in this of all places. Thank the good Lord that she had Richie here, he'd keep the scum away for sure.

Richie accepted the beer as she returned, sliding his arm around her shoulder. "Hey, love." He felt the tension along her shoulders and the stiff posture. Where was his loose and fancy free Elena? "Everything okay?"

She forced herself to relax as a genuine smile began to play upon her lips. "It is now gorgeous." She took a sip of her drink, her eyes wandering the bar quickly, relieved to see the creep had stayed at the bar. "It is now."

Richie started to follow her gaze and twisted when Rette called out to him. "C'mon Richie, you know you want to get up here."

Richie rolled his eyes. "C'mon man, I'm on my honeymoon here."

She gave a light laugh as she pinched his ass. "Go on, you know you wanna. I'll be right here watching and dancing to the magic you make."

He heard the lure of the music, but he wanted to keep her happy. His fingers nearly itched to get around that beautiful mandolin he saw sitting on the stage. "Are you sure?"

She leaned up and pressed gentle lips against his. "As sure as I was about saying yes. Now GO, you haven’t really played in days, your aching for it, so GO."

He squeezed her hard and lifted her into a smacking kiss. "How is it that you know me so well already?"

"C'mon man!" Rette called out.

She returned his kiss then giggled, "Ya better go, he's bigger than you."

He looked over his shoulder. "Give me a second here; do you see how hot my wife is compared to you jokers?" He dipped her and laid a playful kiss on her gasping lips.

Her head swam even with the playful kiss as he bent her back. As she straightened her eyes glittered with unspoken promises for the night ahead. With a little shove she pushed him towards the stage, "Go on, make me some music to dance too Husband."

He waggled his eyebrows and headed up the stairs. "Alright you got me, now let me at that mandolin." He reached out toward the gorgeous and well used guitar that barely fit in his hand. It was so small, but the sound it made was so lovely. He settled into a stool and flicked through a few chords, familiarizing himself with the instrument. He spotted Elena's sweet smile in the crowd and followed suit as the band started in with a croony ballad.

He watched as she moved to stand closer to the part of the stage he was on, her smile echoing the light desire playing in her eyes as she began to move to the music. Her eyes closed as she lost herself inside the music and the fantasies of what the night would bring later on. Each inch of her body became the music as the songs began to really soar.

~

He watched her, feeling his dick rise as her lithe hips lured him in. She was the ultimate package female. Some looked good, but couldn't fuck for shit, but that one, that one he knew would be the real deal. He dug for the brown vial in his pants and unscrewed the cap, flicking a pinkie nail full of coke and quickly snorting as he felt the full blast of her sexy dance. She was hot and he wanted to drill his dick inside that pussy.

She was gonna be so hot, wiggling around and pushing back against him. He could practically feel her now, vicing around his dick. God, she would be such a good fuck.

When her arms went over her head, to flow with the music, he practically shot his load in his jeans right there. Just a few minutes and she'd have him cross eyed and coming so hard. He could practically feel it right now with the buzz of whiskey and the coke. It'd be soooo fucking good.


He moved into the crowd, watching as she got off on the guitarist music. Maybe he'd just tell her he was a guitarist. That got chicks hot, anything to get into that tight pussy.


She watched Richie as she danced, her heart speeding up as his eyes closed. He was so into the music. She almost giggled to see a recognizable orgasmic look on his face. As his eyes opened and found her she winked and did a slow dip forward, the front of her halter gaping slightly before she spun and swayed to the left. God even his music made her hot. She watched his fingers fly over the strings and remembered each stroke of their long length over her skin.


He felt his fingers shake a little and he reached for the vial again. Just a little more and he'd be steady enough to give it to her like she'd never known.

He smiled wide when he saw her wave at the band and head off to the dark hallway. Had to be the chick bathrooms over there. Just a quickie in the hallway. Yeah, he was feelin' it. She'd take it in a dark hallway. She was definitely the type.

She wandered into the ladies room and swiftly took care of business. Stepping out, she stopped in front of the small sink and reached for a few paper towels and dried the sweat from her shoulders and neck. Dance and desire had her heated to the point of no return, along with the thoughts Richie and his hands were going to do her later that night. Turning the tap onto cool she dampened the towels and lightly patted her forehead and cheeks. Winking at the mirror she sauntered back out, intent to return to the stage.

"Hey there, sexy. I knew you'd be holding out over here for me." His eyes were glassy with the extra dose of coke.

Her eyes widened as the creep from the bar blocked her exit. "Move outta my way."

"Hey now, let's not play this game anymore," he said and twirled her against the scratchy brick-face. He twisted her arm, so that her shoulders hit the brick with a jarring slam. "I knew the first time I saw that ass on the dance floor that it would be so sweet." His fingers gripped the warm leather that cupped her ass so perfectly.

"I suggest you let go of me now asshole. I am NOT interested in your brand of sewage. You're totally nasty and you stink of rot.!" Elena bit back the bile as his odor swirled into her nose making her nearly gag. She wouldn't be afraid of a piece of trash. "You’re too drunk or high to do anything that would remotely please me. Get your nasty ass fingers off of me NOW!"

"Did you just fucking call me nasty, you bitch?" he said and pressed his knee into the back of hers so she'd bend. He yanked at the skirt and twisted her arm harder. "I'm so hard I could fuck you for an hour until you couldn't stop screaming, bitch."

She pushed against the wall and bucked back hard trying to dislodge him, her mind beginning to skitter into the fact that whatever he was on had him stronger than usual, none of the moves she’d learned in defense class was working. It didn’t stop her from berating him, sometimes a drunk would finally hear the anger and let go. "It wouldn't be pleasure I’d be screaming for you gross piece of refuse. I'd be yelling for the goddamned police. Now as I said let me go, before you regret what you're doing."

He ripped at the skirt until he felt the fleshy roundness of a cheek. He pushed his fingers around the scrap of panties that she was sporting. His dick swelled when he felt how wet she was for him. "Yeah, you want it baby, I can feel it. You're fucking soaked for me." He licked along her cheek. "I knew you'd be tight, but fuck you're like fire. I can't wait to get my dick into that pussy," he said on a rough wheeze as he jerked at his buckle.

The slightest whimpered gasp escaped her, eyes closing as she finally accepted he wasn’t going to let her go. This couldn’t be happening, not in a public bar with people all over. His hands couldn't be, no they wouldn't be where only Richie's should be. Her mind began to shudder as her body became wracked with chills. "Dude, please, stop," her voice was a soft whimper, "Please just stop, you so don't wanna do this."

"C'mon wiggle back at me like you did on the dance floor." He pushed two fingers into her letting his thumb press against her asshole. Girls liked that full feeling. Just wait until she got a feel for his dick, he thought and unzipped. She'd be so full she wouldn't know what to do. He laughed, "You're gonna scream when you feel my dick, baby. It's gonna be so good."