Chapter 142

He stretched as his eyes opened, the urge to do an "are we there yet," rising swiftly in his sleep addled brain. With an economical move he shifted his sunglasses back up on his nose and sat back up in the car seat, his gaze moving to the woman who'd insisted on driving *so he could rest.* Fuck you'd think he weren’t a grown man the way she'd babied him the last few days. Don’t talk Jon, let me do that Jon, when all he wanted to do is pull over beside the road and screw her until his brain settled.


Putting on an air of nonchalance he grinned. "So bout there?"


At Kate's frown he placed a finger over his lips in the ok I’m zipping my lips motion and turned to watch the scenery flash by. God it had been so long since he just sat without having to make decisions on set lists or how to word the next answer in some interview. Rolling his shoulders he felt the first slight moments of relaxation, his hand moving to the window to roll it down and smiled as the first whiff of fresh salt air hit his nose. Damn it smelled like heaven. He'd missed hitting the beach as soon as spring was over.


As Kate turned into a small pebbled drive his brow arched. She called THIS a cottage? Hell the house was bigger than his mom and dad's place, and fuck if it weren’t pretty too with its gleaming silvery shingles that had to be grey when the sun wasn't shining so bright. But what brought the first true smile to his face was the glimpse of the ocean in the backyard. Fuck yeah he'd have a place like this some day, where the ocean was just the backyard.


"Nice little cottage Kate," his brows waggled as he glanced at her with amusement.



"Yeah well...gotta love inheritances. I surely couldn't afford it on my own. It's been in the family forever though and Grams didn't want it to go to anyone that would sell it." She grinned. "I love it here, don't get to come here nearly enough."


She sighed, rolling down her windows just to get a taste of the sea air. She put the car into park and sat back. "Pretty good place to get kidnapped, huh?"


He chuckled as he studied the house before him, "Amongst other things Katy." His mind started whirling on just how many rooms they could baptize while there, and just how many feet of beach sand could hold their bodies impressions. "I gotta admit though baby, I'm beginning to like how your mind works when it comes to *kidnappings*"


She drew one finger down the indent in his chin, leaning in to taste
him. He'd eased on the car ride. Even as he'd complained that she wouldn't let him do anything he'd actually relaxed. Of course letting him have command of the radio had been part of it, but his musical taste was pretty good. The kiss was gentle, nothing rushed. As if the sea air had already infused him with a bit of peace.


She felt his fingers at her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her brain fuzzed a bit as that lethal tongue of his drew her away from her own troubles. This was what they needed, just them, No fans, no Elena, no Richie and certainly no Doc.


He nibbled along her lower lip, never getting enough of her taste as his hands started a long slow glide along her sides, "So Katy, tell me we have a private beach.. cuz babe do i have some plans..."
Her lips teased into a smile against his. "How does 2 miles of private beach sound?"


He leaned in and flicked the tip of his tongue along the lobe of her ear, "Sounds like I have plenty of room to explore you over two miles of sand."


She laughed and lifted her shoulder against the tickle, opening her car door before she did something stupid. "Well, good thing we don't need much in the way of clothes." She grinned. "Though, sadly no male suits." She glanced down at his battered jeans. "Although..."


He slipped from the car and shook his head, his hair flying this way and that, "Oh no you are so not cutting off these jeans, I just got them wore in and comfortable."



"Guess you'll just have to go sans-suit, Sugar." She grinned at him over the hood of the car.


His grin grew wider as he caught the dare, his hands slipping to his belt, "no time like the present sweetheart."


Her eyebrow quirked. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about," she said and shut the door, running for the back path.


He took off after her, his hands pulling his tee-shirt from his chest as he ran. God to just be young again, he'd almost forgot what it felt like to be free. Stopping for a moment he toed off his boots and let his jeans drop before taking after her again. "ohhh Katy!"


Her head whipped around to see where he was and she stumbled on a rock as his lean hips led to a very naked, very aroused male. Luckily, the beach was literally at the back door and her well padded butt landed in sand. "Oof," she said more out of surprise than hurt.


He went to his knees as he reached her, his hands moving up to tug at her shirt. "Someone’s definitely over dressed here and it ain’t me babe."


She leaned back on her elbows, watching him tug at her t-shirt. When the flat of his palm slid along her belly, cupping her breast she let her head tip back. Sun, ocean and her--She swallowed thickly. Her what? Her man? She stared back at him, the happiness there in his eyes. Eyes so blue they rivaled the perfect summer morning sky.


She leaned into him, catching his mouth in a hungry kiss. Today, this week...this two weeks he was hers, just hers. She fished under her shirt and unsnapped her bra, groaning as his hands found her. The clever fingertips that brushed and stroked, plucked and rolled a nipple until she was ready to scream with the pure joy of it.
He shivered as her head tilted back, there was just something about the long line of her neck that did him in. Unable to resist its lure he dipped in, his tongue swirling over the skin there before dipping into the hollows of her shoulders, and that was just the start, one little taste of Kate was never ever enough.


His lips slid lower, brushing barely over one nipple, a grin escaping him at her breathy moan as it peaked to his ministrations. "God you make me crazy Katy."


She flipped her shirt off, suddenly desperate to get his skin against hers. Shrugging out of her bra, she gasped as he drew deep and hard on one nipple. "Mercy," she whispered. She could feel the sand slipping under her ass, seeping into her jeans, the coolness of the sand and his hot mouth had her jack-knifing up into that reckless place that scared her. He brought it out of her so easily.


Her hand needed something to do as she sat up. Her fingers brushed over the deliciously weaving cock, proud in the sunshine, hard as the rocks that littered the beach. She flicked her knuckle under the soft, silky head smiling as he hissed against her chest.


His head fell back as the scrape of her knuckle had him ready to pop. Goddamn if any other woman could ever do that to him; that was a gift of Kate alone. He groaned lightly as his lips slid from her breast along her belly before circling around her belly button. Damn her skin was divine, but he needed to taste all of her, and he needed it now.


He groaned as he dipped in, his nose buzzing over the seam of her jeans, her scent teasing him even through the denim. God she was glorious, but she was way too fuckin’ clothed. His hands quickly had the jeans unbuttoned, unzipped and sliding down over her shapely legs. He wanted her naked now. As the jeans fell from her feet he tossed them haphazardly over his shoulder, his eyes darkened as they raked over her voluptuous form. Slipping back slightly he lifted one slender leg and hefted it over his shoulder as he crowded in and inhaled. Sex, sea and sunshine mixed as he widened his tongue, flicking it against her moistness for the first taste.

Chapter 141

Richie darted in the door and quickly locked it, a bucket of ice, the vodka bottle he'd raided Tico's room for in each hand and a couple of bottles of OJ stuffed in his coat pockets. Elena lay in the center of their bed a picnic all around her. Cheese, grapes and bread snagged from the tired kitchen help.


And best of all, she was lost in one of his shirts, the buttons left on the optional, unbuttoned phase he preferred. "Got your screwdriver here for you," he said and waggled his eyebrows and hips.


She glanced up and popped a grape into her mouth as her eyes strolled along his body. "Mmmmm so I see. Was it hard to find ?"


"Hopefully Tico was thinking whisky instead of vodka when he entertains later," he said and set up a quick bar and started mixing. Filling two highballs he'd filched from the Justin Case room he flung the jacket on a chair and sipped, handing a glass to Elena. "Ahhh."


Taking the offered glass she took a sip and blinked at the strength. "Ya don’t have to get me drunk stud, you can have me anyhows." She shook her head and started laughing as she leaned forward to place a grape in his mouth. "Unless ya wanna pretend we don’t know each other."


"Oooh, wanna play drunk co-ed?" His eyes drifted down to the nipple that flashed as she leaned into him. Nipping her finger as he crunched through the skin of the grape, he grinned. He rolled the cold grape around his tongue and ducked into the lapel of the shirt finding her nipple, sucking and grazing with the bit of fruit then swallowing.


The instinctive arch was followed by a quiet moan as her hand slid up along his chest, followed by an exaggerated hiccup, and a rather affected drunken drawl, "tell me all about it.... Stud....." She watched his playful nature rise as the shadows of tiredness melted away, if only just a little, with the knowledge of no bus, tour or extra people. Throwing in another hiccup she took a hefty sip of the drink.


Richie rolled her back. "It's my first time, you see." He sucked harder on her nipple, pushing the button down purple shirt off her shoulder. "And I'd love for it to be special. And I wouldn't be so nervous with a girl as pretty as you." He hammed up his voice, flashing a smile up at her.


Her brow flicked up as she bit back a smile. "First time hmmm?" One hand slid along his side to splay out on his lower back as she did a little arch and wiggle up against him.


Trying desperately not to laugh, he shook his head and took a drink. "You don't mind if I use a little liquid courage, do you? I want to be gentle," his eyes went hot as he skimmed his hands over her ribcage. "Gosh, you're so beautiful."


Her head tilted as she slid her hand over her open shirt, letting it gape apart a bit more, her other hand sliding up along his chest slowly as she delved straight into the little scenario he had started. "You're kinda cute, for a virgin."


Richie laughed nervously. "Tell me if it feels good, okay?" He kept his hand flat, instead of curved around her body like he usually did. He rubbed, instead of gentled the touch. "Like this?" he asked his eyes earnest.


She hiccuped into a whimper her eyes fluttering rapidly, "Oooh that just feels soooo good baby..." She lifted her leg, her toes trailing along the muscular length of his calf, "Just excellent really."


"Yeah?" his voice went high with excitement as he pushed his erection into her thigh. "God, you're so hot." His hand cupped her breast, squeezing wildly. "Your boobs are like, amazing," he said.


She bit back a laugh as he went full tilt into virgin-hood, a place he hadn't seen hide nor hair of in over twelve years. Placing her hand over his she slowed his exuberant massage into the barest of moves then groaned as she aided him in offering slight pinches. "Now see stud, sometimes a girl likes it rough, and sometimes she likes it gentle.. the catch is..." She fluttered her lashes slowly, "to alternate."


"Riiiight," he said and eased back. "So, slowly right?" When she nodded he cupped her, swiping his thumb under her nipple. Watching her face he forced himself not to do what he knew she liked. "On the nipple?" he asked not looking up, just staring like he was a kid again. In his head he kept hearing, 'boooobies!' and tried not to laugh.




Her hands slid along her belly and pulled the shirt open further, the earnest intense look on his face making her tummy shake as she held in her laugh. "Yessss, just like that, little rubs or pinches .. a girl likes it when ya touch her like that."


He tried to push the shirt off and instead of his usual soft, quick moves he caught her shoulders with the material and pinned her arms back. "OH, I'm sorry!" He leaned forward and brushed his hair over her breasts, letting the ends of his hair tease her even as he fumbled. "My bad."


She couldn’t stop the gasp as his hair brushed over sensitive skin, couldn't resist tasting the skin hovering just above her, her tongue flickered slowly over his chest as she murmured, "Quite alright there stud..."


Richie groaned louder than he usually would have, hamming it up as he jerked his cock against her. "God, you're so hot, I can't believe you'd let me touch you," he said in wonder. He leaned down and sucked the proud nipple that stood away from her, letting his tongue veer off horribly with just the slightest bit of technique. "Like that?" he asked and flicked the tip with a grin.


She faked a gasp before moving her hand to cup his chin, re-positioning his lips just the slightest bit, "Pretend pulling through a straw and suck gently." She writhed slightly against him his innocent teasing making her as crazy as his usual finesse, and when he bit down slightly she managed a breathy "You're getting there stud."


He curled his tongue around her nipple, easing back and letting his instincts guide him as he'd done as a teen. He drew on her gently, laving the flat of his tongue over the tip, then underneath where she was heavy and full. "Like that?" he asked proudly when her dark eyes went wide. Damn, even his dork self could get her.


She slid her tongue over suddenly dry lips and managed a nod. god if this was like how he was at fifteen no damn wonder he was so good now, even all innocent and bumbling he knew how to hit the right places. "Ahhuh, just like that."


He moved lower, his fingers tugging her thighs open none too gently as he tried to get himself between her thighs. "I don't know how much more I can wait," he panted at her ear. "I've never been this hot before. I feel like I'm gonna cum so bad," he said at her lips. His eyebrow quirked as the laughter nearly exploded from her. He bumped his cock against the hood of her, fumbling once, then twice, slowly rubbing a circle along her clit then back to banging against her thigh. "I bet you're so tight, my head's gonna explode," he said excitedly.


She closed her eyes and took a deep breath then shifted slightly, opening her legs a tad wider to allow him better access. "I promise it won’t explode.."


"Can I?" he asked gently. "I wanna feel you wrapped around me. I know it would be so much better than my hand," he said shyly. "Are you warm?" he asked and slid his hand between them. "Can I feel first?"


She managed a nod, her laughter fighting to break free. "Gently though ok?" Jesus just the random flashes of his cock head against her was driving her to the point of distraction, making her nearly forget the little game they were playing. As his fingers raked over the wetness flowing from her she trembled. "Easy Stud, sensitive area you're playing with."


His fingers eased against her, his knuckle grazing lightly. "It's so soft," he said with wonder. He didn't look at her, knowing he'd laugh his fool head off if he saw her face. He touched the widest part of her slit with the tip of his fore finger and pressed deeply, trying to remember what if felt like the first time he'd felt a woman. He turned and cupped her, holding himself deep inside of her. "Oh God," he said with an audible groan.


Oh god was right. She squeaked without meaning too as her hips flexed against his fingers. "You're starting to learn stud. Might have to keep you around.. but shhh it will be our little secret ok?"


He bobbed his head, lost in the sweetness that was his wife. Even now, playing the role, he felt his cock throb with the unwillingness to wait. "I hafta," he said breathlessly and took hold of his cock. He aimed for her, trying his best to steer, but look inept. All he really wanted to do was dive into her and thrust over and over again. Like a kid at his first time, the heat of her made his cock twitch.


She closed her eyes as her hand snaked lower to wrap around his hand and help guide him. "Easy does it stud, don’t want it over before it starts."


He eased inside of her slowly, letting his cock remember just what it was like back in that first time. The warmth and the loss of control. He shifted inside of her, bumping up against the hood of her and started banging away. When her laughter rang through the room he collapsed on top of her and finally let his laugh go. "Shit," he said with mock seriousness. "I'm doing my best here."


Her eyes sparkled as her hands roamed along his back. "And doing a fine job too." She concentrated and clenched against him, her hands slipping up to pull him into a easy kiss. "For a virgin you learn quick."


"You better believe it," he said and dropped the pretense. He rolled his hips. "I seem to remember," he said with a grunt. "That there was this little..." His hips twitched and seated fully inside of her as he pressed her into the mattress. "Ahh yes, I think I'm getting the hang of it now."


The laugh inside vanished as he filled her, his playfulness melding into a sudden heat that had her head spinning. "Damn you do learn quick."


His mouth dropped to hers and his tongue slid across the seam of her lips. "Let me in, little girl," he said darkly. And as the laughter slid away so did the awkwardness. Like a symphony that had been playing together for years, their bodies merged and became one.


She arched up and he slid in further. He lifted her leg, tucking his arm under her knee and lifting it so she was wide open to him. "Take all of me," he said darkly.


Her hands fisted into his hair, a gasped groan welcomed the slight darkness as she sighed out her plea. "All of you..." It was where she started, and where she ended, riding the wind of soul searing passion that made them who they were, defined only by their love.


He rolled, pushing her astride him. The shirt carelessly still around her wrists, flowing around his thighs as she arched up and let her head fall back. His hands traced her ribs then higher finding the tips of her. "Elena," he sighed as she clenched around him. "Elena," he said again as she slid forward taking all of him.


Dazed eyes glanced down at her name as she rose and lowered again, each time clenching just a little bit more against the fullness. A slow smile began to simmer in her eyes and she leaned forward, her breasts whispering over his chest as she whispered out his name.



He arched up to meet her, his thrusts deeper and his sighs stronger as she enveloped him. Her breasts teased his chest, the hard tips felt like silky knots as she rubbed and teased, clutched and undulated.


He sat up, tucking her knees tighter to his hips as he rocked with her. "God, yes," he said and caught her mouth in a soul ending kiss as he poured himself inside of her.


She clenched against the pulsing, a wild cry falling from her lips as she slowly leaned into the kiss, her hands clasping his shoulders as she held on. Her throat worked against the sighs to whisper his name as she held tight against the firestorm of love and happiness.


He rolled them into the center of the bed, his voice hoarse with the adolescent voice he'd been using and the ultimate ending to his boyhood quest. "So, I think I went from virgin to master like in ten minutes there. You are some lay," he said playfully. He laughed as her hand slapped his ass cheek. "What. It was a total complement."


She rubbed her nose against his neck and huffed out a laugh against his sensitive skin. "Yeah well I had a pretty damn good teacher ya know."


He curled her closer. "And I'm always looking for new techniques," he said with a leer. His head fell back as the laughter rumbled between them. "Man, I didn't know how hard it was to be a dork."


She pressed a kiss to his chin and couldn’t hold back the snort. "Why oh why do I think that you were never a dork.. ya sure weren't like the dorks I met."


He laughed and settled her against him. "Why the hell do you think I learned guitar, darlin'?" He leaned over for a drink of his lukewarm screwdriver and settled back. "Though, I can't imagine many dorks got their hands on your delectable self."


She winked up at his smile. "I can think of only one actually."


He pinched her ass. "Who you callin' dork there princess?"


She wiggled upwards and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then each eye and the tip of his nose before reaching his lips. "You, but you're my dork and I'm keeping ya."


"Hmm," he said and curled her into him. "I guess I can live with that."