He leaned back against the couch, one brow arching as Richie curled around the purple leather lady. He shook his head at the sight of Richie nearly inhaling the woman. More secrets to carry to the grave. Shit this one might get me killed by Kate no less. Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and reached for the bottle of Jack he'd requested. Tipping it up, he drank deeply, almost groaning as the fire of the alcohol started numbing him from the inside out.
August wouldn't come fast enough, although at this point he wondered if his throat would hold out. Doc kept adding dates and not listening when he started asking for time. Fuck him and the dollar he wanted to make. Just two fuckin' days. He coulda flown home and saw Kate and maybe relieved the pressure, stress and horniness that seemed to keep him company. Stupid fucking manager.
Kate scanned the room. Dammit, where was he? Was he hiding already? She knew how much he hated the backstage scene these days. He'd told her in the dead of the night when he was feeling low.
Her man...she swallowed. Well, that didn't hurt so bad. It was taking some getting used to without the dry heaves, but he was worth it. Her nerves eased at the thought. Spotting him, she made headed for him.
A few other girls had spotted him as well, but he just waved and signed things. Even to the most thick headed groupie he had a DO NOT DISTURB sign on his too pretty to be real face. Forgetting her outfit she stood in front of him with her hands at her hips. "Just what do you think you're doing out there tearing up those vocal cords?" She sighed at his version of medicine. "That's not going to help you know." She snagged the bottle.
His hand flashed out to grab the bottle, a barely restrained growl leaving him as his eyes opened and was overcome with chest and leopard skin. Fuck, it was the lady from the audience. "It's called singing baby. Now if you got something to sign hold it out." He managed to force a smile as the voice washed over him. Damn near sounded like Kate. But she looked nothing like her though, she wouldn't be caught dead in slut-wear.
Her mouth dropped open until she caught a glimpse of her tricked out leopard breasts. "Hell," Kate growled and tugged the stupid wig off her head. If he didn't look so miserable, she'd have kicked him. "Surprise."
He lifted the bottle and took a long drink, his eyes catching movement as platinum blonde dropped into his lap. What the fuck? He didn't want her, he didn't want what anyone offered.
He winced as she moved in closer, saw her hands go to her hips and heard the deep south in her voice. Jesus Kate, I want you so bad I'm putting your voice and body onto a badly dressed groupie. He muttered as politely as possible, "lose something babe?"
Frustrated her southern accent got thicker as she tugged her hair out of her ponytail. She scrubbed her nails into her scalp pushing her hair into wild curls around her face. "Yeah, my mind, you idiot. Look up. It hasn't been that long since you've seen me."
Damn she was bossy, almost bossy as... His eyes slowly moved up along her body and over her breasts to the very exasperated face of...Kate? "Katy? What the hell?"
"Surprise." She plopped on the seat next to him. "Sugar, what the hell are you doing to yourself?" She pushed his hair back, the coarse curls tangled around her fingers. Her thumb traced over his swollen nodes. "What am I going to do with you?"
He grunted then pulled her into his lap. "Make it better." His nose brushed along her hair and then her throat. Damn she smelled so right. "Just make it better."
Forgetting the ridiculous outfit she was wearing she straddled his lap pressing down and shivering a little as he drove her nuts so easily. Sighing, she smelled whiskey and fresh soap on him. She wound her arms around his neck. She'd do anything to make him better. Not just because of the oath she'd sworn when she'd gotten that pretty MD behind her name, but because her man was hurting. Inside and out. She drew his face to hers, kissing him softly before she pressed her forehead into his. "I can't trust you for even a few months without you undoing all my work, now can I?"
A grin slipped onto his lips as his hands kneaded into her ass. "Ahh you know me, play hard, work harder babe." Just having her on his lap was pushing away the stress. His Kate was here, she'd figure something out.
She leaned back onto his thighs. "So I see." She spread her hands on his chest, her thumb finding the rip in the shirt and exploiting it to find some skin. "You need to rest so I'm here to make sure you get some tonight. Your fans will just have to do without you."
His gaze flicked to Richie then back to Kate as he decided it was a good time to get her the hell out BEFORE she saw her best friend’s husband screwing around. "Sounds like a plan babe. Let's go."
She groaned as she maneuvered off him with the heels on. "I'll kill Elena for picking this outfit, I swear."
His brow arched, "She sent you here in that? What the fuck for?" As she turned to look around his hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her into a kiss. "Kinda nice but not the Kate I remember."
"Aww c'mon you don't like my groupie slut outfit?" She pressed her leopard skin clad breasts against his chest until the shirt rode a little lower and the high curve of her hiked up breasts were on display. "Wait until you see what's under here to keep these babies so high."
"Never said I didn't like what I saw." His fingers slid up along her waist and over her showing skin. "Can't wait to see what’s underneath it baby."
She turned around, his fingers twined in his as she walked away with an extra twitch in her step. She didn't really have a choice with the extra cha-cha in her walk with the damn five inch stilettos. Her smile widened at the fierce looks that arrowed her way. Jealous little things, these groupies.
Of course no one really knew Jon was dating her. They weren't exactly being secretive, but they sure hadn't had cause to go out in public together. Surprised at the way her thoughts were turning she flicked a glance over her shoulder. "Do I get to rape you backstage or should I wait for the hotel?"
He pulled her along the hall muttering, "as long as its away from jackass...." He straightened and grinned, "can't rape the willing Katy." He pulled her closer, his hand settling on her waist. "We can do backstage babe, but id just as soon find a bed."
Once they got away from the people, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. Obviously even in her hooker clothes he just wasn't concentrating on the task at hand. The poor guy must be worse off than she thought. "Let's find us one of those car and driver people you seem to have on hand before Elena and Richie steal them under our noses." She brushed her lips against his. "I think I need a little reacquainting is in order."
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked her way. "Please tell me she’s in some wild purple leather thing."
Kate stilled. "She is..." she trailed off. A bad feeling twitched between her shoulder blades. "Tell me you wouldn't just ignore things if Richie was cheating?"
He breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, "I'd protect him from your scalpel babe, but only so I could beat the shit out of him personal."
She frowned, gnawing on her lower lip as she studied his deep blue eyes. She was beginning to learn their constant changing colors. The deep was tired and rundown, but the directness of his gaze eased the tension in her. "Good answer, Sugar."
He bent slightly and lifted her, shifting her onto his shoulder. "Now you said something bout a car and a bed...."
Kate laughed and slapped his oh so delectable ass. "That's right, you don't need your throat to be naked!"
His head turned as lips and teeth nibbled the flesh on his shoulder. "Naah just lips tongue and teeth baby."
They did indeed find a driver waiting outside. As they piled into the backseat she barely waited for him to give instructions before she was on his lap again. The worry had given way to the hormones. Hell, she'd never been the type of woman that needed sex to survive. She'd gone years without it for God's sake. But now, one taste of this man and she was ready to go again.
August wouldn't come fast enough, although at this point he wondered if his throat would hold out. Doc kept adding dates and not listening when he started asking for time. Fuck him and the dollar he wanted to make. Just two fuckin' days. He coulda flown home and saw Kate and maybe relieved the pressure, stress and horniness that seemed to keep him company. Stupid fucking manager.
Kate scanned the room. Dammit, where was he? Was he hiding already? She knew how much he hated the backstage scene these days. He'd told her in the dead of the night when he was feeling low.
Her man...she swallowed. Well, that didn't hurt so bad. It was taking some getting used to without the dry heaves, but he was worth it. Her nerves eased at the thought. Spotting him, she made headed for him.
A few other girls had spotted him as well, but he just waved and signed things. Even to the most thick headed groupie he had a DO NOT DISTURB sign on his too pretty to be real face. Forgetting her outfit she stood in front of him with her hands at her hips. "Just what do you think you're doing out there tearing up those vocal cords?" She sighed at his version of medicine. "That's not going to help you know." She snagged the bottle.
His hand flashed out to grab the bottle, a barely restrained growl leaving him as his eyes opened and was overcome with chest and leopard skin. Fuck, it was the lady from the audience. "It's called singing baby. Now if you got something to sign hold it out." He managed to force a smile as the voice washed over him. Damn near sounded like Kate. But she looked nothing like her though, she wouldn't be caught dead in slut-wear.
Her mouth dropped open until she caught a glimpse of her tricked out leopard breasts. "Hell," Kate growled and tugged the stupid wig off her head. If he didn't look so miserable, she'd have kicked him. "Surprise."
He lifted the bottle and took a long drink, his eyes catching movement as platinum blonde dropped into his lap. What the fuck? He didn't want her, he didn't want what anyone offered.
He winced as she moved in closer, saw her hands go to her hips and heard the deep south in her voice. Jesus Kate, I want you so bad I'm putting your voice and body onto a badly dressed groupie. He muttered as politely as possible, "lose something babe?"
Frustrated her southern accent got thicker as she tugged her hair out of her ponytail. She scrubbed her nails into her scalp pushing her hair into wild curls around her face. "Yeah, my mind, you idiot. Look up. It hasn't been that long since you've seen me."
Damn she was bossy, almost bossy as... His eyes slowly moved up along her body and over her breasts to the very exasperated face of...Kate? "Katy? What the hell?"
"Surprise." She plopped on the seat next to him. "Sugar, what the hell are you doing to yourself?" She pushed his hair back, the coarse curls tangled around her fingers. Her thumb traced over his swollen nodes. "What am I going to do with you?"
He grunted then pulled her into his lap. "Make it better." His nose brushed along her hair and then her throat. Damn she smelled so right. "Just make it better."
Forgetting the ridiculous outfit she was wearing she straddled his lap pressing down and shivering a little as he drove her nuts so easily. Sighing, she smelled whiskey and fresh soap on him. She wound her arms around his neck. She'd do anything to make him better. Not just because of the oath she'd sworn when she'd gotten that pretty MD behind her name, but because her man was hurting. Inside and out. She drew his face to hers, kissing him softly before she pressed her forehead into his. "I can't trust you for even a few months without you undoing all my work, now can I?"
A grin slipped onto his lips as his hands kneaded into her ass. "Ahh you know me, play hard, work harder babe." Just having her on his lap was pushing away the stress. His Kate was here, she'd figure something out.
She leaned back onto his thighs. "So I see." She spread her hands on his chest, her thumb finding the rip in the shirt and exploiting it to find some skin. "You need to rest so I'm here to make sure you get some tonight. Your fans will just have to do without you."
His gaze flicked to Richie then back to Kate as he decided it was a good time to get her the hell out BEFORE she saw her best friend’s husband screwing around. "Sounds like a plan babe. Let's go."
She groaned as she maneuvered off him with the heels on. "I'll kill Elena for picking this outfit, I swear."
His brow arched, "She sent you here in that? What the fuck for?" As she turned to look around his hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her into a kiss. "Kinda nice but not the Kate I remember."
"Aww c'mon you don't like my groupie slut outfit?" She pressed her leopard skin clad breasts against his chest until the shirt rode a little lower and the high curve of her hiked up breasts were on display. "Wait until you see what's under here to keep these babies so high."
"Never said I didn't like what I saw." His fingers slid up along her waist and over her showing skin. "Can't wait to see what’s underneath it baby."
She turned around, his fingers twined in his as she walked away with an extra twitch in her step. She didn't really have a choice with the extra cha-cha in her walk with the damn five inch stilettos. Her smile widened at the fierce looks that arrowed her way. Jealous little things, these groupies.
Of course no one really knew Jon was dating her. They weren't exactly being secretive, but they sure hadn't had cause to go out in public together. Surprised at the way her thoughts were turning she flicked a glance over her shoulder. "Do I get to rape you backstage or should I wait for the hotel?"
He pulled her along the hall muttering, "as long as its away from jackass...." He straightened and grinned, "can't rape the willing Katy." He pulled her closer, his hand settling on her waist. "We can do backstage babe, but id just as soon find a bed."
Once they got away from the people, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. Obviously even in her hooker clothes he just wasn't concentrating on the task at hand. The poor guy must be worse off than she thought. "Let's find us one of those car and driver people you seem to have on hand before Elena and Richie steal them under our noses." She brushed her lips against his. "I think I need a little reacquainting is in order."
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked her way. "Please tell me she’s in some wild purple leather thing."
Kate stilled. "She is..." she trailed off. A bad feeling twitched between her shoulder blades. "Tell me you wouldn't just ignore things if Richie was cheating?"
He breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, "I'd protect him from your scalpel babe, but only so I could beat the shit out of him personal."
She frowned, gnawing on her lower lip as she studied his deep blue eyes. She was beginning to learn their constant changing colors. The deep was tired and rundown, but the directness of his gaze eased the tension in her. "Good answer, Sugar."
He bent slightly and lifted her, shifting her onto his shoulder. "Now you said something bout a car and a bed...."
Kate laughed and slapped his oh so delectable ass. "That's right, you don't need your throat to be naked!"
His head turned as lips and teeth nibbled the flesh on his shoulder. "Naah just lips tongue and teeth baby."
They did indeed find a driver waiting outside. As they piled into the backseat she barely waited for him to give instructions before she was on his lap again. The worry had given way to the hormones. Hell, she'd never been the type of woman that needed sex to survive. She'd gone years without it for God's sake. But now, one taste of this man and she was ready to go again.
