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. 

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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.

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Richie stepped into a pair of jeans. The sun was up and Elena had snuck out of bed on him. Following his nose, he heard the snap and pop of frying bacon just before it assaulted his nose, then went on a direct route to his stomach. 

Never in his life, had he figured such a domestic scene would bring him so much pleasure. She was wearing one of his concert shirts, the frayed ends of a pair of cutoffs peeked from the very bottom of the shirt that bagged around her hips. Tanned legs and bare, purple tipped toes tapped as she sang to the radio. 

The phone's shrill ring cut the happy sing-song nature of her voice. And just like that, the carefree body sway stiffened. What the hell was that about?

Her fingertip tapped along the phone twice before she picked it up. 

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and murmured, "Let it be Mop Top, hell let it be anyone God." They came too often these days, those calls that tied her belly into knots and her blood to ice. "anyone god, even mom or dad, ANYONE ok?"

She lifted the receiver slowly and settled it against her shoulder as she turned back to the stove, not wanting to burn the bacon she'd actually managed to cook and not scorch. "Hello?"


What the hell did she mean, anyone? Frowning, Richie slid his arms around her middle. When she jumped and smacked the top of her head into his chin, he arched back. "Damn, babe." 


Her head tilted slightly, and mouthed an "I'm sorry," her fingers curling into the phone tighter, "Hello? anyone there?"


Richie lifted the receiver away from her and listened, but only heard a click and then the dial tone. "Wrong number?"


She exhaled slowly forcing the tension away from her. It hadn't spoken this time. Maybe it was just a wrong number. Had to be. She nodded as she reached forward to plate the bacon, trying to keep the last of the chills from showing in her tone of voice. "Most likely babe. Anyone else woulda said something right?"


Richie frowned down at her, snagging a piece of bacon. Amazed that it was edible, he popped another one in his mouth. "Why don't I believe you?" He smoothed his non-greasy hand down her ponytail. "What's been going on, Lains?"


She winced slightly then turned, a sigh threatening to escape her. "It's nothing. Just a few," she paused a moment, yeah just a few, that's all he needs to know about,.Just a few crank calls. Probably some bored kid in town trying to be funny."


"Baby, kids can't get this number-it's unlisted." He hooked his finger under her chin. "Have you been getting these a lot?"


She sighed fully then. "Well not every day or anything baby." She shrugged and turned back to the stove, busying herself with the eggs. "Mostly when you weren't here, never seems to happen when you are here."


"What do you mean, when I'm not here?" He spun her around, letting the eggs spit and sizzle in the pan. "How many of these things are you getting?"


She couldn't tell him that, she didn't need him worrying when he was on tour. Hell if she told him exactly how often they'd come he'd hog tie her to the bus non-stop. Mentally crossing her fingers she shrugged. "Like I said honey, a few. mostly when you were on tour, not so much when you're home."

Without thought, he flipped the eggs with the spatula resting on the stove. Hell, what crackpot had sold their number from the phone company? Not like it hadn't happened before. He was getting used to changing numbers every few months because his number got out.

But it didn't seem like a simple case of fan-hangups though. She practically cinched off another inch from the frayed ends of her shorts as she tugged at the threads. "What'd this asshole say to you, Lains?"


One shoulder lifted into a shrug as she pushed the unclean feeling the calls gave her down, a slight blush beginning to creep into her cheeks. "Never says anything actually. Heavy breathing, lots of it, sometimes I hear squeaking, like a chair being moved, grunts."

She blushed harder, "The kinda grunts a guy makes when....."


Richie swore, long, low and viciously. "Why didn't you tell me?"


Lifting a hand she brushed his cheek with a knuckle. "For this exact reason. Because I didn't want you upset over something like this. You have enough to worry over. It's just crank calls. People get them all the time."


"Baby, people don't get some creep getting off on the phone with their wife," he growled. The eggs and bacon forgotten, he dragged her into his chest, pressing her cheek against his skin. "You should have told me, hell--you just have to contact the phone company and get our phone changed."


She relaxed into his hug as a soft breath escaped her. "We've changed it three times in the last few months Richie. You just keep forgetting, cuz you never have to call home when on tour."


He rested his chin on top of her head. Then how the sweet fuck was this guy still getting their number? It wasn't like she needed any more drama. She was just getting back to herself after the islands and now this? 

The doorbell blew apart any thoughts about making her feel better. "Were we expecting anyone?"

She glanced towards the door then back to him. "No, Jon and Kate wouldn't come up for air yet, and none of the guys have called to say they were coming."
He dropped a quick kiss on her mouth and grabbed a shirt off the chair in the dining room, buttoning the last two buttons before he opened the door. Hell, he'd be more comfortable wearing a turtleneck sweater. Elena's mother stood on their front stoop with a pearl grey day suit on, with some sort of blouse and a hot poker shoved up her arse. 

"Millicent, Lawrence, how good to see you," Richie said with a wide smile. He'd taken lessons with Jon how not to get pissy with the in-laws


He stepped forward, holding his hand out to his son in law. As much as he hated it, it was time to play nice, the boy was shitting gold these days. Seems his little daughter had fallen into a rather smart marriage. He should have known it when she brought him to meet the family. Fruit never fell far from the tree. His little girl had made a better move up than he could have ever imagine. Rock Stars were the new royalty these days. 

The day he'd actually checked into this Richie Sambora's status he'd nearly had a heart attack. He'd pushed multi-millionaires out of his house over long hair. Ok he still hated the hair, but the boy had potential. Trust his little girl to find a boy with better prospects than the one he'd picked for her so many years ago. "Hello there Richard. Hope we aren't intruding?"

"Uh, no--not at all. Welcome to the new house," Richie said, clearing his throat. He looked over his shoulder at Elena's wide eyes. Obviously this wasn't a call she'd gotten.


He stepped past Richie and bee-lined towards his daughter, pulling her into an awkward hug, not even noticing how stiff she was. "How's my pretty Elena? Any grand children in the works yet?" 

He leaned in closer. "Knew you were smarter than to marry a no good hippie. That's my girl, finding yourself a good husband."


Elena's eyes went wider as she backed out of the hug and moved over to Richie swiftly. "Ah, its um, good to see you too Father."


Richie slid a protective arm around her shoulders, tugging her in against his chest. "Too bad we didn't have a head's up, we would have had dinner or something for you."


"Well no problem there son," he let a smile slide onto his lips as the long haired rock star turned into a dollar sign, "I'm sure there's a restaurant close? Let us take you two out. After all we never celebrated your wedding. And just maybe I can act apologetic enough to get hands on some of that cash to invest for you.


He glanced at Elena a moment, his hand reaching out for her, "I shouldn't have said what I did, I’d like to apologize."


Elena glanced at him, and tried to not show any shock. He never apologized, EVER. He was up to something. Sliding her hand into Richie's she tightened her grasp before attempting a smile. "Ahhuh."


Millicent stepped forward. She wasn't exactly on board with her husband's new found fascination with Elena's ...well, she supposed, she'd need to use the term--husband--though no amount of new money would make him acceptable. She's raised her daughter with more sense, but it seemed to just fade away from her like cheap perfume. 

The fact that Lawrence felt the need to come here and schmooze with him made her ill. "It's abhorrent that we didn't get together sooner, but we'd like to rectify that."


Richie laced his fingers with Elena's and resisted the urge to push her behind him. Just what was up with these two? Did they really want to make up for how they'd treated him and Elena before? Did he even care? "Sure, we can hit a restaurant on the strip. Or, if you'd rather go fancier, we can get dressed up."


Elena studied her parents, noting the tightness of her mother's lips, so in opposition to the gleam in her father's eye. Swallowing back the bile that rose she nodded. "There's a very nice place in town, up to your standard's even Mother."


Millicent lifted a brow. That was highly unlikely. "I'm sure it will be fine, darling." 


She tightened her grip on Richie's hand and turned towards the staircase. "We'll just go get ready."

Stopping she turned, a small tense smile flickering onto her lips. She knew her parents, and it all felt too forced. Maybe it was time to face that, who knows maybe they'd surprise her, not that she counted on it. "But first, tell me this, are you here to really accept our marriage, or did you finally check out his job Father? Hmm?"

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**yes i know its been forever since I've updated, but  for the last while I've been withough computer or net.. Finally got it all back together again so  thanks for "keeping the faith" ((lol couldn't resist))

Onward to the next chapter!!

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Kate zipped the blinds open in her room. Unfortunately Jon was onto her early morning ritual and had the pillow over his face already. She sat on his feet, laughing when he wiggled his toes, finding the rips in her favorite pair of jeans. "I knew you were awake." She crawled up the twisted sheets, nipping at the taught skin of his side. "C'mon. Rise and shine. It's a field trip day."

He slid the pillow slightly to uncover one eye and growled. "Wanna sleep. I travel enough Katy."

"Aww c'mon. If you're good Dr. Kate will even give you a lollipop." She brushed her nose over the soft fur of his belly. "I want you to meet my boss today, babe."

The growl turned into a moan as the touch of her nose over his belly had other ideas waking up. "Kinda like it just like this."

His hands zipped down to burrow into the morning sunshine of her hair as all thoughts of bosses, doctor's and procedures vanished. All he saw and felt was the soft of her lips teasing him. "Ya sure we can't do that later?"

Her lips quirked as the sheet shifted under her jawline, the smooth tip of his cock brushed her cheek. "Hmm...there's a pretty unromantic explanation for this lovely little morning hard on thing--I won't ruin it for you," she laughed as his lower lip jutted out. 

"God, you look about 14 when you do that. How am I supposed to take care of business when you look like a teenager?"

"Keep that up and I'll show you just what this teenager can do babe." 

She looked down at the little tent in the sheet and lightly grazed her teeth over the sheet. He lengthened and firmed as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his thighs. "Hmm...doesn't seem like a teenager." 


His eyes slammed shut at the feel of her teeth. "Whatcha tryin' to do Katy? Kill me slow here?"

She looked up at him, her hair falling in her face, spreading across his belly. She'd blown it out straight for the day, so it was longer than normal. She crawled up higher, trailing her tongue over the ripples in his abs, the white hot tip of his nipple and squeaked when his knee popped up to rub against the seam of her jeans. 

She laughed as she curled the tip of her tongue around the tip of his nipple and pressed down on his knee. "That's a new way to get me off, Jonny." 

His hand slipped over to brush over that elusive spot on her jeans. "I'm industrious didn't ya know?" 

He almost growled at the little hitch in her breath, his grin growing as he brushed over the spot again. "We can be late, rockstars are always late."

She groaned, wiggling up and away from his hand. "Yes, but doctors don't get to be late, especially when she's getting a favor from her boss." She cradled his jaw with her hand and stared down at him. His eyes were still tired, but had lost that dangerous edge of exhaustion. 

The purple bruises under his eyes had faded with a good twelve hours of sleep...well, so they were broken into two six hour shots, but beggars couldn't be choosers when it came to sleep and a rockstar. Nor, the horny doctor he'd left home waiting for him. 

Sex and sleep and naked Chinese takeout had been a splendid way to start off his visit, but she wanted Dr. Davis to take a look at the injection site. She'd started a clinical trial workup that would be amazing for her career, but she wouldn't use Jon as a guinea pig. Not unless it was actually doing some good. 

He grunted as her elbow connected with his side as she moved away. "Okay dammit I'll get up, under protest."

He slid from the bed and strode to the bathroom door, grumbling under her breath about bossy girlfriends who were doctors with bosses. Just before slipping into the bathroom for a wake up shower he turned. "You sure this is gonna work right?"

It still worried him. The first shot had done wonders, but he was concerned about the damage to his throat, and he was somewhere deep inside afraid it wouldn't work.

She smiled and followed him into the bathroom, leaning against the door jamb. "Well, it's still in the infancy stage, but you did tell me that you had some improvement with your vocal range."

He stuck his head under the spray of water and groused loudly, "Well I didn't walk around for a few weeks feeling like I had sand paper for vocal chords."

She went back into her bedroom and snagged the notebook with her research in and noted that. Bringing it with her, she decided a few more questions--while he was feeling cooperative--would be a good idea. "I know I'm stupid just asking this question, but have you cut the interviews down at all to save your voice?"

He scrubbed shampoo into his hair and winced. He was supposed to, she'd asked him too, but it had been impossible to do. "I tried Kate. Really."

"Yeah, I know--it was a vain hope. I'm not trying to bust your balls, I just want to try and get you through the rest of the tour. Maybe if you could remind Doc of that sometimes..." she trailed off, knowing she was pretty much asking Jon to spout lottery numbers. The odds were about the friggin' same. 

He stepped from the shower, his hand reaching for a towel. "I work hard, I play hard Kate. Dunno how to change that now."

He towel dried his hair leaving the curls fluffed and wet at the same time. She stepped forward and pushed a lock out of his eyes. "I know. I don't exactly get to play as much as you do, but I understand the exhaustion." She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. "Just try," she lingered on his mouth. It really was her favorite feature on him. She never tired of kissing him. "For me," she sighed into his mouth. "But don't lie--if you can't, you can't. I'll need the info for my data." 

He winced at the tone in her voice and knew he couldn't refuse her. "Okay Katy, I'll try, but you gotta promise me one thing babe."

He just hoped when she asked what he could get the words out without being slapped. Damn if her being a doctor didn't take the candy coating off her kisses every time. "Just one thing."

She pushed his hair out of his face, winding her arms around his neck. "And what might that one thing be?"

He pulled her in closer, his lips brushing over her ear gently to take a bit of the sting from his request. "Can I have a bit of Kate time that's not mama Kate or doctor Kate?? Wanna have fun with you, not spend all my time here being poked and prodded okay?"

She forced herself not to stiffen against him. He was right--she was micro-managing most of his time lately. "Tell you what...after the exam with Michael--Dr. Davis," she corrected when his eyebrow quirked in question. "I won't mention your job, my job or anything but stupid girlfriend-like questions about embarrassing moments from your past. How's that?"

A grin slid onto his lips as what he'd been waiting for, for months, finally happened. He'd been waiting for months for that exchange of info and she'd just handed it too him. "Ya only get to ask me embarrassing questions if i get to do the same Katy." 

His lips brushed over hers, his hands sliding down her back to soothe the sudden tenseness away. "I want more barbecue stories you know."

She wasn't exactly unwilling to talk about her life in Georgia, but...well, she didn't ever really have cause to do it before. In Med school the focus was on getting through school and into an Internship. No one cared who and where she came from. The cared about how she did on labs, if she was fit to deal with a patient and not kill them. 

This whole having a man want to know the nitty gritty details of her--well, it was just downright weird. "I have plenty of bedtime stories...if you want to be put in a coma."

"Nothing bout you is boring Katy. " 

He winked then turned to move into the bedroom and stepped back into the jeans he'd left on the chair the night before. "Remind me to make a pit stop after the hospital? King and his bride may have come up with an ingenious kidnap plan but they forgot things too."

She grabbed her bag, tucking the notebook in her knapsack. "What? That your jeans are going to walk without you if you wear them one more time? I do have a washer you know."

He glanced up, his eyes wide. "You do laundry?"

"I'm not one of those rich doctors yet," she teased. "And you, rockstar, need to learn to throw a load in when you drop your pants." She sighed dramatically. "But considering I'm usually on the receiving end of that focused energy, I'm not going to bitch."

"I know you wouldn't mind me being naked the entire time, but baby if I do the laundry the jeans won't be alive to tell the tale after. Trust me." He glanced up, as he pulled his tee-shirt over his head, "You could be one of those doctors, I'll hire a maid if you like."

"Very funny, Mr. Jon Bon Freaaaakin' Jovi, but I'll do my own." She wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, we'll stop at a small shop I know. Maybe, just maybe you won't be accosted."

He glanced around the room, then grinned as he found the cap and shades he'd had on the night he'd arrived. Standing he moved over to the cap and quickly tucked his hair under the cap as he jammed it on his head. Slipping on the shades, he smirked, "Incognito all the way Dr. Kate."

She laced her fingers in his and dragged him out the door. "I like knowing I'm the only one in the room that knows who you are sometimes. Like I won the Pick 10 and no one even knows it."

He shook his head as she pulled him outside. He was the lucky one, he knew that, he'd won the freaking jackpot the day she'd finally let him in. "Well if you won the pick 10 baby, I won the fuckin’ jackpot."

She just shook her head and got in, reaching over to unlock his door. "You're such a goof," she said when he got into the car. At his slight grunt she actually chuckled. "It will be okay Jon. You'll see."

His head tilted as he studied her for a moment, a smile slowly working its way onto his lips. "I believe you Kate."

And oddly enough he really did.

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.