Chapter 179

Richie let loose with a jaw popping yawn as he pulled into their driveway finally. He looked over at his wife, all turned in toward him, curled under his shirt. The button down sleeveless was barely a covering, but it did stop him from teasing her awake a half dozen times. 


She'd been just as tired as the rest of them on the tour. Maybe even more so since she had the worst of the long days. At least he and Jon had interviews and the shows to break up the day. Elena was on her own a lot, with enough down time that she could have bitched about being bored, but somehow never truly was. She seemed to invigorate the crew and the band. Keeping everyone happy and laughing. He knew from experience how exhausting it could be to try to make everyone happy. 

He slid from the van, rounding it to open the door as quietly as he could. His sleeveless shirt covered her shoulders, but the gaping armholes just left huge slices of her skin showing. The curve of a breast. The tip of her nipple. The curve of her ribcage. The long, lean line of her hip and all that leg. Sucking back a groan he curled her gently into his arms. 


Her head simply lolled forward and then slumped to his chest. Her butterfly soft cheek settled against his skin and he hugged her closer. So precious and small, so trusting. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve her. He hiked her up higher against him as he came to the door and stuffed his key in. 


The room was wide open with cozy touches that screamed Elena and little things that spoke of him. She'd obviously put a lot of thought and effort into the room. Leather and frills, comfort and oversized pieces that would suit him. 


She was always thinking ahead as to what she could do for him. He brushed a kiss over her temple and was rewarded with a little moan as she tucked her face into his neck. 


The gentle rocking of the van had stopped, only to be replaced by an all too familiar warmth and scent that had been lacking while she slept. Inhaling deeply, a sleepy smile started to form. Maybe he'd gotten tired of driving, maybe he'd decided to pull over. One eye cracked open, as she nuzzled what turned out to be his neck instead of the crack of the van seat. 


Hand's coasted along skin and up to his hair as she curled arms around his neck. A whispery sigh escaped her as eyes opened, the familiar sights of a long missed home shimmering into view. Home, they were home; no band, no Kidd, no Doc and no traveling. 


They were home, and he was smiling, really truly smiling like she hadn't seen in weeks. Her grin grew wider as she woke further, the need to tease rising. "hmmmm, pit stop? Tired of driving, motel?"


"Baby if this is a motel, we're moving in." He smiled down at her and looked around. "It looks awesome! I can't believe you did all this while I was workin'."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek and murmured into a nibble along the jaw, "Had to give the hard working husband something nice to come home to."

He walked to the couch and dropped into it, her naked tangle of limbs curled into him. Again, his shirt was more of a tease than a shirt on her. He cupped his hand around her soft breast, flicking his thumb over the tip. "Hard working husband approves."

She wiggled slightly in his lap, her head turning to drop kisses along his shoulder. "Just think, its only the first room, and you get to christen them all."

"We, love--that's a definite we statement." He waggled his eyebrows, tugging her until she straddled him, the shirt falling away. "Now's as good as time as any to start."

Hands lifted to brush lightly over his cheek, her gaze intent on his face even as she did a slight bump and grind against his lap. Lips slid over lips, her tongue flickering along the seam of his mouth asking entrance. "now we can start here, on this nice plush extra long couch," her brows waggled slightly, "or in a nice big cushy bed." 

Her hips continued to undulate as she teased each tasty inch of his jaw and throat. "I’m completely flexible you know."


"Is that right?" he asked with a wide grin, his head thrown back in a long groan. "I've heard that about you. Care to test the theory?"


She bit down gently on his lower lip then pulled away, her slight smile turning into a full out grin. Leaning back slowly, her hands moved to brace on his knees as she arched her back, the tip of her tongue slipping over her lower lip. "I do think I like that kind of test."


Her lithe form lifted off of him, all of her secrets right there in front of him. He pressed a knuckle against her tight little bud, his own smile widening as she gasped. "How long can you hold that position, there bendy?"

She felt the stirrings of raging heat, curling into unbridled need and gasped. "Long as necessary." She wasn't really sure if she could just hold the position or not, his darned knuckle was already sending her into overdrive, but she'd do it or die, the rewards for accomplishing it would be out of this world and she knew it.


He slowly slid back and forth against her heat, the slick silk of her coated his finger letting him sneak inside with one long finger, holding that perfect little knot tight with his thumb. She gasped, her thighs quivering as she tried to hold there. "More, love?"

She managed to nod, even as she felt the beginning shivers caused by his talented fingers. A whispery, "more," was gasped as she restrained the urge to move with his fingers.


He slid out of her slowly and curled two fingers back inside of her. "I wish it was my tongue," he said darkly, watching her slick heat envelop him again and again. He looked up, her back still arched impossibly as he leaned forward, catching a pink tip in his mouth. She hissed, trembling above him. "So wet," he said against her breast. "So wet for me," he sucked harder until the tight nipple popped from his mouth. "I want to bury myself inside of you," he said, flicking his tongue over her nipple, then the underside of one silky breast.


She groaned as his lips and words drove her crazily higher, "and I'm stopping you?"


One set of nails dug into his upper leg as her second hand slid forward, the pad of one finger coasting precariously close to his hardness, teasing without touching. "Not me doing the teasing you know."


He groaned. Seizing the opportunity to get her mouth on his, he hauled her closer, until her wet center surrounded his bulging zipper. His mouth hot on hers, he curled his arms around her back until she was touching every inch of him. Her naked, him with just the jeans. 



Their mouths locked in a searing kiss, lips and tongues tangled and pushed for dominance. He rolled her onto her back, dragging the coarse denim over her sensitive lips until she cried out his name.


The roughness of the denim only served to make her crazier, his name turning into a panted chant as her hands slid to undo his zipper. "Naked, want you naked too," she gasped as fingers tried to teach for his zipper, her head tilting to give her lips access to his chest. "Now, please."

He laughed. His wife was always so quick to the finish. He found that he liked the teasing today. He peeled down the zipper until his cock was finally freed from his jeans. With the tip, he felt her wet silk coat him. It took everything inside of him to remember to tease. To not bury himself inside of her until there was nothing between them. Instead, he flicked the little clit at her hood, pressing tight.


One brow arched, the groan building deep in her belly. He wanted her mindless and she was coasting there on flashes of skin, and scent alone. She arched to meet him, whimpering as she caught denim and not skin, his name a plaintive sigh. Only he could send her like this, with brief touches, barely there flicks of the finger and the barest of growls. Somehow he just instinctively knew how to open the doors to her passion and keep them open as he blew through with his warmth and laughter. She knew she'd never get enough, and that she'd be willing to beg, when the time for begging came.


He entered just the tip of his cock into her, rocking lightly as the sweat dripped down his spine. Her fingers gripped his belly, scraping around his back, trying to drag him deeper. He braced his hands on the leather couch, holding himself just out of reach. "Ah-ah-ah, love," he laughed. "So impatient." 


He flicked his tongue along her lower lip and slowly eased into her mouth, like he wanted to do with his cock, curling his tongue around hers. 


She whimpered into the kiss, her body urgently moving against his. Impatient? god yes. She needed him, was past the point of no return. If she had to wait longer to feel him filling her she'd scream, but with each gentle movement she felt herself spiral higher and knew beyond a doubt she'd probably pass out frm the pleasure first.


Gripping her hips, he lost himself in the kiss and slowly seated himself fully inside her. All of her heat, all of her softness reached up to wrap around him, tugging him deeper. He buried his hands under her back, his finger tips digging into her ass until she was tight to him, then thrust in the last few inches.


She opened to him fully, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist, ankles locking as she thrust up to meet him, arms wrapping around his neck tugging him down until sweat slicked skin touched completely, until they were simply one writhing form. The unity there astounded her, as always as her body trembled at the easiness of their connection.


He drove into her, the urgency was digging into his spine, but he wanted to keep it nice and sweet. The intensity was staggering, as if they hadn't made love every night. It didn't matter, it always felt like the first time. He wrapped his hand around her thigh, pulling it higher as he drove into her. 


She squeaked and nearly swore that he'd hit her backbone with the sweet long slow thrusts, and still it wasn't enough, never enough. So many had said, as it goes on it will just get boring, you'll get tired of it soon enough. But she knew they had lied, each time just got better, more intense, no matter how gentle, or hard, the intense jsut grew. Words became whimpers as his name turned into gasped breaths, the plea beginning to rise as it grew sweeter, hotter and on the edge of mind blowing. 


Afraid he'd clip her teeth with his, he buried his head into her neck and slammed into her. Her name clawed out of his throat as he finally threw his head back. Her whole body clenched around him and he just couldn't hold on any longer.


She flew over the edge, her body clenching yet feeling loose and tense all in one go, his name chattering from nerveless lips as she held on, the force of the moment screaming through her in one single brilliant moment. Words escaped her as she held to him, the throbbing of his body melding with hers. She couldn't form words, the ability had left her, all she could do was hold tightly as tears of joy escaped to her cheeks and her heart thundered within her chest.


Pressing his forehead to hers, he dragged in a breath. "God," he panted, rolling them until she was wrapped aorund him, thigh splayed across his. "If that's the welcome home I get every time, I'm not going back on tour."


"Only way to get a welcome home is leave and come back, but," she giggle and pressed clsoer, "I can make the welcome home happen any time any place, just walk into the next room, or come back from the store, or...." She winked, "don't need a reason ya know."


He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Is that a twisted way of saying home is where the heart is?" he laughed.


She pressed a kiss to his sweaty chest as a giggle escaped her, "Home is where you are, so I guess that's a yes."


"And with you by my side--how could I go wrong?"


The compliment washed over her, its truth settling her as her eyes grew heavier. "ya can't. Neither can I."


Early dawn washed through the room as they both dozed off, Richie's arm holding her clsoe to his side. "I love you, Lains."


She held tighter too him, her eyes closing as her mind, heart body and soul rested within his capable hold. "love you too Pony."

Chapter 178

Richie waited until Jon and Kate closed the door to the van before he hauled Elena over the battered console that sat between their bucket seats. Her surprised squeak made him grin into the kiss. Within minutes there was nothing to laugh about. Her hot little mouth was opening for him, eager to tangle in a deep kiss.

They’d been surrounded by people for weeks. Alone time was limited between parties and room raids. Jon was far too dangerous when Kate wasn’t around. He partied harder and in his darker moods, caused fights requiring him to go save his stupid ass. Alec was stomping on his last nerve and David’s Joker persona was gonna get punched in the face. The only one that didn’t piss him off was Tico. He just sat in a corner and got quietly drunk, making bets on who would throw up first that night.

He was tired of it.


He wanted Elena and a night alone with her. He wanted nothing but that beautiful smile and her crazy contortionist soul to make him forget about setlists, guitars, amps, and roadies. He wanted his house and his wife and his beach.

As her soft little hands worked his shirt open, he found his smile again. She did love his chest. Groaning as she smoothed her fingers over the hair on his chest, her fingers scissored over his nipples then climbing into his shoulders. He gripped her sad excuse for a pair of jeans, twirling the belt loop until it snapped as she slowly undulated against his rock hard cock.


Her grin grew wider as his head tilted back against the ratty drivers seat, her lips sliding along his jaw to his ear. She ground harder against him, as the worries of the last weeks slid away.

This round of touring hadn't been as fun as the first. God they were all so tired, and her husband, her beautiful Pony was the one working over time. Second Fiddle her ass. He was the clean up guy, the one who kept them all on even keel, the humor that pulled it together.

She bit down on his ear lobe gently and laughed, "Finally all alone."

"Goddamn right," he said, slipping his hands into the back of her jeans. There wasn't much give, but he was able to get his fingers into the waistband and on her smooth skin. "I don't want to let go of this primetime ass, love." He shifted beneath her, groaning when denim chafed against denim. "Get your zipper."

She grumbled against his neck, her hands sliding away from his neck and hair, slowly along his chest before reaching for the zipper. The rasping sound it made as she edged it down seemed to accentuate the soft growls he was making. She leaned into his heat, tasting him, unable to be still as his hands worked their way into the threadbare jeans. "All done."

His fingers spanned each cheek, curling forward until he met that slick slit he wanted to be inside. "Oh yeah," he hissed and slipped the tip of his middle and ring finger inside of her as she arched up to give him access. "So hot for me."

Her fingers slid along his chest to the barely done up buttons, undoing them before opening the shirt wider, her head bending, her tongue flickering out to touch down on each pebbled nub. "Mmmmm tasty."


He groaned as she sucked on his nipple, reaching lower until she wrapped around his hand. Her jeans pooled around his arm, sagging as the zipper popped open that last little bit. She nipped harder as he thrust into her fully. "Fuck!" He lifted her off him, slipping out of her until he could get her jeans free.

She balanced her knees on his thighs as he undid his belt and freed his cock. "Hurry," he muttered against her jaw line. "I need to be inside you."

She straightened; her hands and fingers digging into his shoulders for balance as she lifted one leg and kicked hard, her jeans landing in the passenger floor. Settling her knee back onto his thigh, she reached down, her hand wrapping securely around the base of that heavenly piece of hardness, before lowering herself inch by agonizing inch.


"Oh God, Lains," he hissed as she surrounded him. It felt like it had been an age since he'd been inside her. Everyday wasn't enough as far as he was concerned. And as she finally took him to the hilt, he groaned as she shifted forward in a tiny thrust against him. His fingers in a bruising grip on her hips as the friction nearly killed him right then and there.

His name whispered over her lips as he bucked upwards. God the feel of that man inside of her was heaven, hell it was pure ecstasy, and when his hands curled into her hips lifting her only to drop her down again she couldn't stop the moans.

She wanted more, she always did, no matter how often they connected, she needed that little bit more, and he always gave. She knew she'd never be able to survive without him, his love, joy, his total addiction to life. It was all a part of her now, a part of her soul.

He scored his nails under her shirt, finding the flimsy strap of her bra and freed her. He rolled up her shirt until he could get to the soft little breasts. Each thrust forward filled his mouth as he filled her. He sucked harder, tracing his tongue around the underside of her breast as the sweat trickled down between them.

His thumbs traced over her ribs and to the diamond hard tips of her nipples. Back and forth he shared equal time as he tried to distract himself. She felt so good, he was afraid he'd blow his wad right then and there. He had to make it last longer than two minutes for fuck's sake. He felt the first flutters of her orgasm as she took him faster.

His name was a shout in the small space as she rode him. Her hands reached for his shoulder and the dash behind her as she tried to find that spot that would toss her over. "That's it baby." He lowered his hand and found her clit, pressing his thumb along the tight nub.

He followed her gasping screams with his mouth. "Yes," he said into her mouth. "God, yes." There was nothing more beautiful than her falling apart in his arms. And when she sagged against him, he hiked her higher with his forearm under her ass, teasing the tip of his cock against her clit. "More," he whispered.

That husky more jolted through her, her hands pushing him back as she lifted herself, twisting so that her back was against his chest, Knees apart, her hands slowly digging into his upper thighs she began to slide against him. "More?"

"Christ," he muttered darkly as she took him from the other direction. Every inch of his cock scraped along her tight inner walls. She leaned forward, gripping the steering wheel as she slid along his shaft. His fingers gripped her thighs, her feet planted on each side of him. All the windows of the van were a gray mist of condensation.

And unbelievably he was able to go even deeper. And when she gave another choked cry, he crushed her against him, thrusting deeper and holding her there as he shuddered through an orgasm that left him as close to heaven as he could get.

She tipped her head back against his shoulder, her breathing ragged. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers cupping her pretty little breasts. "God, we needed that.”

Her head turned slightly, a half loopy grin on her lips as she pressed a kiss to his chin. Relaxing back into his arms, she managed a slight laugh, her voice still raspy from her exertions, "and did we, now if I can just manage to move into my seat. I mean I’d love to stay here in front of Kate's all night, but.."

"I want my house, my bed, my wife and an uninterrupted night's sleep with you wrapped around me."

She started to laugh breathlessly as she angled her body over the console and back into her seat. Turning she gently settled him back into his jeans before half zipping him up. Pulling away she reached for her own pants and winked. Pointing off in the vague direction of home, "well home's that away Stud. Get ta driving."

He grinned, kicking the van into gear and rolling down all the windows. "What? I can't see. You fogged up all the windows."


"Did not!" Her brow lifted, her grin growing as she took her jeans and wiped down the wind shield. "There all better."

"Much better use for them," he smirked. "Oh look, too dirty to wear. Guess you'll just have to sit there naked."

She glanced at him and heard the dare. He didn't think she'd do it, not really, but a little bit of the devil rose inside. Tilting her head her hands dropped the jeans back into the floor, before making the trek up to undo the buttons of her shirt letting it follow swiftly. "You're right, I so hate to be dirty and sweaty."

He tipped his head back and laughed. "You want to give everyone on the highway a heart attack?"

She winked and settled back in her seat, "Naah, just amusing my husband with eye candy." she leaned forward, as if she were going to pick the clothing up, "Of course if he doesn't want the view..."


"Fuck no. I do," He growled. He didn't want the world looking at those perfect breasts though. He smiled evilly. "Why don't you lean back, click that seat back a bit. I'll show you how well I can entertain you."


Her hand found the seat release as she pushed back slightly, her body now lower than the window, brows waggling as she turned slightly to watch him. He looked much more relaxed now, that devilish glint was back in his dark brown eyes, they fairly glittered in the dimness of the van. "Oh really? Well Entertain me Husband."

He slid his fingers into her hair. She expected him to do something else, by the way she stilled, then curved into him. He wound his fingers through the back of her hair, massaging the base of her skull. "Relax, love."


Oh God, he'd started with the head rub, he knew what that did to her. Her eyes closed in immediate response, a soft whimper of appreciation on her lips as her body unwound. Nothing like a massage by those long fingers to even out a day. She sighed, wishing for a brief instant she could curl into his body, but knew that would come soon enough. "You're evil you know that?"

"Yes," he grinned and pulled onto the highway.

Chapter 177

**I am so sorry that it's been so long since I've posted... Between moving to a new house and my computer dying? Well its been fun I tell ya. Finally have a new comp.. and internet.. so of course I came to see you and tell you a new chapter in the adventures of Elena and Kate. Enjoy!!

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177

Kate jumped off, batting at his fingers. "Evil man." She kissed Elena on the cheek. "I hope you don't mind, but go away." 

She turned and leaned in giving her friend a peck on the cheek. "Fuck 
yeah, I got a few days of happy planned. This was step one." She waggled her fingers at Jon as he pulled Kate from the van. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do!"

Jon stopped and turned, his gaze intent on Elena, "I'll do more, Now get lost!"

Kate dragged him up the walkway, their lips smashed together in excitement more than finesse as she tried to open the locks. His hand disappeared under her scrub top, popping her front clasp and groaned into her mouth as he cupped her. "Sweet Mary," she gasped when his thumb found her nipple. "Friggin' locks!" she snarled and ripped her mouth away from his to look at the door. Cripes she was using the wrong key. 

Finally, she managed to get the right key in the right lock just as his other hand curled around her waist, digging down into her pants, gripping her ass. 

He crowded in, his fingers slipping around to feel the heat and swore it was building hotter even as they stood there. "Hurry!"

The door opened and she fell back, her keys hit the floor as they bumped into her new couch. "Off, hurry." She pushed at his jacket, her hands already scraping through the warm fur of his chest, dragging his shirt up at the same time. Her lips latched onto his nipple just as he dragged her pants over her hips. 

Struggling out of her sneakers, she flipped his shirt over his head then kicked her panties and scrub pants away. He laughed, reaching for the tab of his jeans' zipper. She laughed, pushing him over the arm of the couch until the leather sagged beneath him. 

She followed, her knees digging into the cushions as she whipped the shirt over her head and he pushed inside of her. 

He groaned as she loomed over him, his hips moving from the minute she touched down. This wasn't time for nice and easy, goddammit he needed her and needed her now. His hands slid up along her back before pulling her braid loose, the fire of her hair cascading down to tease his thighs. "I've fuckin' missed you Katy."

His hand curved around her neck as he tugged her lower, still needing her taste on his lips. If it were possible, he'd pull her in completely, but skin to skin would have to do

She mimicked the heavy thrust of his cock inside of her with her tongue. Filling her, completing her. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him right at that moment. The loneliness washed away as he pounded inside of her. Desperation in each lift of his hips and answering twitch of her own. 

He sat up with her, his fingers fisting into her hair as he licked and sipped his way down her neck across her shoulders. The sweat and heat between them shot her over once and then screamed through a second orgasm as if the first had only been a flutter. She wasn't aware of screaming out his name, but when his lips were on hers again and he wrapped around her she buried her face in his neck. 

HE shifted, pushing forward his hands moving to tug her leg around his waist, then a tiny bit higher as he seated himself deeper. Teeth nibbled along the elegant column of her neck as he felt the first drops of sweat bead then fall. He'd swear he could almost hear the sizzle as it hit her skin. "Jesus,Kate!"

His movements quickened, two wasn't enough, he needed more, wanted her to shatter completely, then and only then would he start to feel sane again. 

Her ankles locked at the base of his back as they faced each other. The hitch in her breathing as much for the quaking release as the ride up again. Each thrust her nipples brushed the hair on his chest and the friction of their bodies until she was mindless. 

She lost track of the times he drilled her past caring, past control until she was a shuddering mess and the way they met in the middle was the only thing that mattered. Her fingers plowed into his hair, their mouths merged as the tears flowed. It was too much. From nothing to everything, her body just couldn't take it all. 

He felt the quiver, felt the moment and finally let himself go, fully and totally before slumping over. Pulling in all the air he could he felt her scent wrap around him, bringing with it a feeling of home and belonging. Pressing an easy kiss to her chin he groaned. "Hello, Katy, now that was a welcome home."

She curled around him, her face pressed into his neck her breathing just wouldn't slow. "Oh God," she gasped, dragging her knees up to her chest. Her entire body throbbed in awareness and release until she wasn't sure she could even sit up again. 

She kissed up his neck. "I love you," she said into his ear. "I do. So much. I hate when you're gone." 

His eyes shot open. She said it? She actually said it?? Something inside of him shouted as the words rose to memory again. She loves me, I heard it, she said she loves me!

He shifted to his side, pulling her in tight as his arms wrapped tightly around her, his nose buzzing over her neck then the pretty shell of her ear. "Love you too Katy, I'm half of what i could be when you're not around."

That didn't hurt half as bad as I thought it would. She hugged him back. "You make me crazy, but evidently I like crazy." She laughed, dashing away her stupid tears. "How long can you stay?"

Five days, he had five days. God he was gonna owe the Samboras for this one. "Five days pretty Katy. I'm here to torment torture and otherwise drive you insane for a whole five days."

With a whoop, she wrapped herself all around him again. "Five days! Five!" She crawled onto his lap. "I have to work part of that time and you will be sleeping when I'm working dammit." She sat on his thighs, unconscious of her nakedness. Her thumb traced the deep grooves under his eyes and the purple bruises there and up around his soft brow. "I worry about you. Every time I get you back to me, you look a little more worse for the wear."

He bit back the growl, knowing she worried and had damn good cause. "Dunno how to stop it babe. It's what the life is. But its almost over, for now. We'll have a little time, well until we finish the new album."

She sighed, shaking her head. "Two work-aholics, we'll both have high blood pressure by thirty." She climbed off of him and dragged him off the couch. "Come with me. Sleep with me." She swung around putting a sway in her step. "I may just wake you up in the middle of the night with a smile."

He scooted up behind her, bumping and grinding slightly to push her into the bedroom. "More like wake me in the middle of the day, but I'm all in for day time lovin' too." 

He growled, then nipped at her neck, "Or morning sex, or night time sex or sex just because."

They tumbled onto her bed and she sighed as he curled around her from the back. Spooning back into him, she linked her fingers with his. "God, I'm so tired," she yawned hugely. "I think you sucked the last of my energy out with one of the five orgasms you hit me with."

He placed his head on her shoulder, a yawn escaping him. "Hell ya drained me baby. Time to sleep, cuz you ain’t coming outta bed tomorrow, maybe not for a couple days."

She smiled as she slipped into sleep. "Mmm...sounds perfect."

He grinned as his eyes closed. It all sounded perfect, but nothing, absolutely nothing was as perfect as this.