Chapter 183

October 31,1988 Dublin, Ireland

He spun his heavy Guinness glass in the ring of wet on the bar. The sweet bartender was a dead ringer for Elena—if you could get past the Irish teeth. Elena light—he liked to think of the women he’d bagged lately. 


They’d flown into Ireland the night before. The transatlantic flight from hell as he liked to refer to first stops on the tour. At least Doc didn’t drop them in the middle of nowhere. New Jersey, the album, not the state, was going to get them back into the top spot. They’d made sure to blaze through the album before anyone could forget who they were. When they’d gotten their itineraries, he’d been more than happy to see Ireland on the sheet. 


He was getting tired of the meager playground in the US. The Europeans weren’t half as prudish—hell, they were downright open-minded as far as he was concerned. 


Dublin was a close second to New York City both in booze and babes as well as drugs. In fact his little bartender was doing a great business out the back door. Blow, blow jobs and a whore or two for hire was all part of the hospitality process of Ireland.


He loved Ireland.



He looked up as Richie drew Elena into a dark corner of the bar. His big hands curling and clutching all over her prime, grade-A ass. How he gotten her to marry him, he’d never know. It wasn’t like he kept his dick out of other snatch. Elena’s was prime and the preferred to any guy with a pulse, but he knew Richie was bangin’ groupies on the side. He had to be. 


There was no way Rich could say no to all the girls that threw themselves at him. Hell, he even got some cast offs. Of course, he knew what he needed to do with the castoffs. They rarely forgot his name after he got through with them, that was for sure. In fact, that was starting to come back and haunt him.


The groupies were starting to think they were entitled to something more than a quick fuck. He wasn’t sure when they started bringing their brains with them to the arenas, but he preferred the goldie-locks type that didn’t expect more than giving him a blow-job for the chance to meet Jon. 
He went out on the prowl, away from the groupies when he needed a little something more. 




Tonight—he’d do well with the Elena look alike, especially since she’d worn an easy access skirt that would save him from too much sweet talking. So what if her curves weren’t quite as smooth as Elena’s---it did the job until he could have the real thing under him again. 


He smiled at Rose, his dick twitching when she hiked her mini-skirt again, showing off a hint of muff and tight thighs. Maybe he’d get more than a good fuck tonight. The door opened and the rush of husky laughing and Elena’s squeal of delight had his dick doing more than twitching.

He turned to see Kate and Elena in a hard hug. The good doctor was laughing at something Elena said, but all he saw was the tit to tit bouncing and crushing. He looked back to the bartender’s crooked toothed grin. 


“I have a girlfriend named Peggy in the back. She’s a fiery redhead if you want two to play with.” She looked down at his fly, her tongue flicking out. Yeah, she wanted his cock. “I always did want to fuck an American Rockstar.”
The thought of a Kate look alike with the Elena had his dick so hard, he almost turned her over the bar stool right then. “And how much is the fair Peg?”
“She’s worth the price, luv.”


He rounded the bar, taking a last look at the chattering females, his hand already on the bartender’s ass. Elena or Kate first? The names didn’t mean anything. Peg stood in the doorway, her skirt barely covering her generous hips. Wild red hair and an off the shoulder shirt showed creamy Irish skin.
Oh yeah. Names didn’t matter. 


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Kate tried to shake off the dark vibe in the bar, her lip not quite able to stop its sneer when she spotted Alec with a pair of girls, heading for the back. His creepy smile didn’t meet the woman’s eyes—zeroing in on her chest instead. Not that she left much to the imagination. Cripes, she could see the outline of a nipple from where she stood. 


God, right out in the open? 
The thought was forgotten when Jon pushed through the small crowd gathered around him. Her smile widened as he schmoozed his way over to her. Elena leaned on her shoulder, her mouth going a mile a minute, Richie’s smile indulgent as he sipped on his beer. Impatient as yet another couple and scattering of women held him back. 


It had been months. She just wanted to touch him—smell him, something that wasn’t the hospital antiseptic she was so used to. She slid away from Elena. 


Richie snagged her hand, tucking it with his into the warmth of his leather jacket. “C’mon darlin’ you can see her in a minute. Obviously she wants a—“ he laughed as the normally calm, rational, Kate threw herself into Jon’s arms in the middle of a bunch of twittering fans.


“There she goes,” he said, dragging Elena onto his lap.


She snuggled into Richie's lap and started to laugh. "Yeah, I sure hope Moptop can walk straight tomorrow. " She watched as Jon and Kate both faded into a less crowded corner. "Of course, I won't bet on that."


"Who are you kidding?" Richie's thumb drew slow circles on her lower back. "I plan on making sure you walk with a limp tomorrow."


She leaned in and planted a kiss on his chin. "Hasn't happened yet, but I won't complain while you keep trying Pony." 


"Is that a challenge, wife?" he growled.


She wiggled slightly as she leaned in. "sure is, I know you love a good challenge." 


Hefting her up over his shoulder, he laughed as she shrieked, grabbing the back of her skirt before it lifted above her hips. "I need to go show my wife who's the sex bomb."


"God, do you need to explain it to the room at large," David said with a whine. "Some of us didn't get to bring our wives on tour this time."


"Some of us haven't managed to scare a lady into marrying them yet..." Her hands lifted to push her hair from her face, her head lifting slightly as she stuck her tongue out. "and some are just ..."


Dave waved. "You kids don't have too much fun. It's a jungle out there for..." he trailed off as a sassy little Irish lass dumped herself unceremoniously on his lap. "Us single men. Hi there." Warm and willing, she even brought a beer with her. 


Richie slapped a hand on Elena's ass. "I don't know the last time we did this, but I wanna go play backstage."


Her hands tippy-toed down along his spine to his ass as she grinned, "Well whatcha waiting for.. get ta walking."


His cock already swelled with the thought of his wife wrapped around him. It never got old between them. Each night during the studio sessions, they'd fallen in a routine...one that he loved. Dinner and some playtime or playtime first, followed by naked dinner--that was his personal favorite--but ever since they'd gotten back into the tour mode, they'd lost some of their alone time, but not the need. 


He rounded the corner until he found the stock room. "Now, what was that about walking?"


She watched his ass as he walked, the need for him rising like the oceans tide. Loving him, needing him, never got old, even when they were surrounded by the dozens it took to put on a show. "Oh I dunno, someone thinks they can make me walk crooked."


Alec stood in the corner, the redhead was giving him the blow job of all blow jobs while the little bartender cut him a line on her handy little mirror. Leaning down, he rolled a fifty into a straw and took his hit. 


The quick hit to the system, wobbled his erection, so he jammed it deeper down the redhead's throat to keep it stiff. She gave a muffled choking sound, but like a good whore, she kept sucking. 


Richie snuck into the back room, his awareness only on Elena. He didn't notice him along the back of the room. They made a beeline for the little storage room, the door not quite clicked behind him as he pushed her against a bag of potatoes. 


His hard on swelled hot and hard as Richie flipped up her little skirt. His long fingers stroked her. The soft, mewling cries as he pleasured her, only increased his stroke. Turning to the Elena look-alike, he dragged her up onto the tattered couch until she knelt before him.


"Want some of my pussy?" she asked over her shoulder, smiling her crooked toothed smile. 


"Turn around and lift up, I wanna fuck." He said darkly. He didn't want to look at her inferior face. Not when Elena was right there, so close. He'd just have to push Richie out of the way. One quick flick of a wrist, he could have Richie taken out of the picture. Elena would be all his. 


Again.


He slammed into the stretched out female before him as Richie rode Elena. He pictured Elena on her knees before him, not the bartender. The perfect lines of Elena and her beautiful ass. The way she would wiggle and push back on him. The harsh cries of the whore in front of him didn't stop Richie from taking her. 

Didn't stop Elena from leaning her head back on his shoulder as he took her standing up, his hands on her hips as he controlled the stroke. 


Alec grabbed the dark haired woman's hair, then an arm until it was twisted back. She grunted and tried to fight him, but the coke gave him strength. He slapped at her hard with each stroke until he felt her quiver around him. Grabbing her shoulders until she leaned forward and didn't block his view, he rammed her. 


And wanted it to be Elena. 

Chapter 182

Lawrence took a step back and swallowed. Well hell they'd raised her better than to bring up uncomfortable subjects like that. "What difference does it make Elena?? We are here. We can start with that."


Richie rubbed her back. "They could be here to make amends," he said though he didn't believe it. He'd learned to read people early on in the club scene. Who would screw him, who'd pay him and who wanted to pay, but could realistically only pay in beer. Larry had screw all over his polished face. 


But he'd play nice to keep things cool with Elena and her parents. Even if it killed him. 


Milicent lifted her chin and Richie was reasonably sure there was a little piece of wire tied to her snooty little chin. "You simply surprised us, the last time you visited."


Elena straightened and felt her shoulders tense. "Of course I did mother. Visits should always be pre-planned. You should always call ahead a few days in advance when going to visit your family." She winced as the tone dripped from her voice, but she couldn't stop herself. "And the only reason you did the same today...." 

Her voice trailed off as she pulled in a deep breath. "So you investigated, found out he wasn't a nobody, at least in YOUR standards, so deigned to allow for him, or rather allow for his money. Right Father? What if I tell you, you won’t get your hand on a penny of it?? Will you still stay for dinner?"

Lawrence shifted in his spot, his eyes trained on his daughter. It was a test, the little minx was testing him. Family always went to family on matters of money, she could do no different. Could she? His gaze shifted to Millicent, let her answer, Elena wouldn't believe him as it was.


Millicent frowned. Her daughter didn't have an ounce of manners. How could she be of her blood? "I'm not sure where you got that idea, but it's poor manners to speak of such things, Elena. Your father and I were simply trying to mend fences."


Elena's brow arched, "It took you nine months to finally decide to mend a fence? Why do i think it’s more than that?" her eyes widened as the amount of time hit her. "You wanted to see if there was a baby!"

She started to laugh, "Add that to Father's love of money and there’s the reason for the surprise visit. You had to know if I had sullied the family name with a too soon baby."


Millicent stiffened, wrapping her fingers around her clutch purse. "Elena, do you need to be so crude? As distant as we've been, I would assume you would tell your own mother about an impending baby." She glanced down at her daughter's too flat stomach. "I'm glad to see Richard's married you for more than just a child."


Lawrence stepped over to his wife, his arm going around her, "Well of course we care about our name Elena, you should as well, its all we have. But its not the main reason we came. Of course, you're newly wed, and with my experience, well you are both young, you need help in keeping things straight. You ARE our daughter after all."


She closed her eyes. "You came about the money and the name. You could care less if he were a raving lunatic," she paused a moment and grinned, "Okay so he may be a raving lunatic on stage, and he's got the oddest sense of humor, but he loves me. And I'd pit our marriage against yours any damn day of the week. If we lose it all tomorrow it won’t change a thing. Can you both say that?"


She turned to her mother a moment, and for the briefest instant felt the hurt well up that they didn't care, it was all for show, all for their name, all for the status they were driven to have. "You know, come to think of it, I don't feel like dinner out. Maybe if you two ever decide to accept us in full for who we are, maybe then I'll feel up to it."


Pressing a kiss to Elena's forehead, he gathered her in closer. His wife, ever the heart and soul of him, just felt everything so much. "Look, Larry--I wish I could appreciate the gesture you and Mills have tried to show here, but only a fool would believe it. Elena and I have a good life. We don't need your pitiful attempts at niceties. I've only got a few days before we get back on the road." At Millicent's double step back, he couldn't help the urge for a parting shot. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have some work to do on the house."

Millicent huffed. "Renovations?" She looked around. The place needed an entire overhaul. 

"No, a Christening."

Millicent blushed dark red. "Uncouth and classless," she retorted.

"If it makes me classless to love my wife to distraction, then I'm sitting with the apes, darlin'."


She stood straighter, her gaze turning onto her mother as her anger finally began to simmer. "you wanna know what's uncouth and classless mother?? Coming into a person's home with your nose so high in the air you'd drown if it rained. Richie has more class in his little pinkie than you two ever will have because he's genuine. HE's the real deal, you two, for all your generations of breeding don't have a classy bone...." she slammed her lips shut and turned, her arms wrapping around the man she married. "I’d like to get to the christening. Much more fun than entertaining. You can see the door from where you stand Mother and Father, please dont let the knob hit you in the backside on the way out."



"I don't know where I went wrong with you. I brought you up to show the importance of family and our name, but you brought this..." she looked at Elena's husband with a sneer. "Commoner into our family. You can stay with him. Come, Lawrence, obviously our daughter doesn't know the meaning of family loyalty."

Richie took a step forward, his hand wrapped around Elena's. "Loyalty is a definition you'll never understand. Get out of our house--Me and mine are all the family that Elena needs."

Lawrence shook his head, all pretenses of friendliness dropping. "Here today, gone tomorrow. You'll come crawling back when he's lost it all little girl, and we won't be there for you. You've made that bed of yours enjoy sleeping in it."

Elena turned, her eyes going wide as she softened her voice, "You wouldn't know loyalty if it bit you in the ass. Loyal means you stick with a person, not throw them out when you don't approve." She glanced at her father, and coudln't help but laugh, "Who say's I'll be sleeping?"



"Obviously you've been spending far too much time with the lower class, Elena. Honor thy mother and father mean so little to you?"



Her head tilted slightly as one finger lifted to tap at her lips. "You bring up the bible?? You don't even go to church!" She shook her head and turned to move upstairs. Classic line to throw at any adult child who won't live inside the boxes painted for them.  "Good bye Mother, Father. Maybe you can adopt a more pliable daughter from your more status driven crowd."


Millicent walked to the door in a short clip, her low heels fading as Lawrence's low murmur followed. Richie shuffled her up the stairs. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry that they came and upset you." 


She shook her head and laughed as he hip bumped her up the stairs. "Not upset. I hate that they are so close minded, that they won't even try to know you. For that alone I don't care if we ever see them again. I personally think I picked myself a damn fine husband. He's rather talented did you hear?"


"I've heard he has magic fingers even." He said, trying to mimic her lighter mood. He really did just need Elena. He and his folks would always be enough.


She stopped as they hit the top of the stairs, turning to kiss his chin "Besides, in marrying you I ended up with enough in-laws to fill a stadium, and a few rather odd brothers to boot. I have enough family here, I'm quite lucky."


"No shortage of people to intrude on our life, that's for sure. Besides, my mom's got enough love and intrusive questions to cover yours mine and all of the rest of the guys mom's combined." He wrapped his hands around her waist, edging down to the curve of her butt. "Then there's me. I've got enough love to put 'em all to shame."


"And that you do, regularly. Like I said, I'm a lucky gal. Now, I distinctly remember you saying something about a christening?" 


His fingers wandered lower. "I don't think we've made it to the guest bathroom yet. I think I can balance you on the little pedestal sink if I try extra hard."


she shivered as his voice dropped an octave and his fingers delved a bit lower. "Sounds like a plan husband."


"Yes it does," he grinned down at her, lifting her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Now then, the bathroom awaits!"


The ring of the telephone, had her stiffening against him, but he eased her back into the mood with a kiss, holding her tight against him. "Ignore it."


she relaxed into him and grinned, the ringing of the phone receding into haze. "Phone what phone?"


Neither heard the heavy breath in the phone as the answering machine clicked over.