Chapter 15

By the time the door snicked too Richie had his arms about her crushing her breasts into his chest, his mouth ripping moans from her, their tongues duelling for supremacy.

Gail had her arms thrown over his shoulders her hands mussing his hair up, and trying to hold on for dear life because of the storm he had raging through her system. Her leg was hooked around his, trying to get nearer to him, she wanted to feel him against her. She took a hand from his hair and buried it into his shirt, touching his chest, he growled in the back of his throat. Christ, it was hotter than last night! He’d burn her up if she wasn’t careful.

His mouth left hers and kissed its way up to her ear, his tongue flicked out and ran around the outside, and then his teeth closed sharply on the lobe, making her shudder, his tongue then soothing it.  His mouth moved down her neck licking and nibbling a path, till he hit the collar of her shirt!

Gail wasn’t idle, she’d finally got his jacket off and her hands were now in his back pockets pulling him closer to her.

Richie needed more, he reached round her, cupped her ass and picked her up, making her other leg go about him, her arms going back about his neck. He moved toward the black couch he’d seen out the corner of his eye, he sat heavily not letting go of her. Gail found herself astride him, his need for her rubbing against her, she nearly sobbed with the feeling.

His lips met hers again, his hand running up and down her back urging her closer. Then one slipped forward and brushed the side of her breast. Gail felt her nipple go rock hard at the thought of his hands or mouth on her, she held her breath, then let it out as a whoosh as his hand finally claimed it, his palm fitting it, cupping it, fondling it. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

Richie tried to fight himself, but lost big time when she ground down onto him, he’d palmed her breast, the nipple standing proud, waiting to be played with, he obliged, rolling it between his fingers, pulling it gently. She ground down harder on him making the air leave his lungs.

Ripping his mouth from hers he tried to control himself, but looking into her slumberous emerald eyes the control shredded faster than rice paper! His shaking hand moved from her breast to the buttons, he felt her hold her breath.

‘Hey you two! You are coming out to play?’  The sound of Jon’s voice jerked them back to where they were like a bucket of cold water. They both looked for him, then she started to laugh when she realised he’d used the intercom.

Chapter 14

About quarter to ten Gail was sat at her desk doing the payroll for the last time, she’d passed the gem of a nightmare over to her manager Tad.

When she’d come in Mon and several girls had been stood waiting for her to ooh and ahh over Jon and Richie.

She’d indulged them a little, then giving them her best boss voice, she asked them if they’d got clients, and were they loosing her money, all but Mon had scattered.

She went to the small kitchen they had, got a cola and headed for her office. Where she’d been working for over half an hour.

Her intercom buzzed, ‘What Mon?’

‘Erm you’ve got visitors.’ Came the clipped response.

Gail’s heart started to beat faster, ‘Who is it? I’m not buying anything.’

‘They’re not here to sell you anything, oh hold on, yes they are.’ She heard a giggle, Mon only giggles if she’s nervous or she’s flirting.

‘Then tell them I’m sorry I don’t want any.’ And she flicked off the switch, damn it wasn’t Richie! Lord she’d got it bad.

She settled down to work again, and when the door opened she didn’t look up, ‘What Mon?’

Another can of coke was placed on her desk and glancing up she nearly jumped out of her skin, Richie and Jon stood looking down at her all goofy. ‘Seeing as you wouldn’t let us in any other way, we decided to play waiter and bring you a drink in.’ Jon chuckled, he snickered even more as he realised she’d only got eyes for Richie and he could have disappeared for all she cared.

Richie couldn’t take his eyes off her! Her hair was loose and flowed down her back, she’d no makeup on and looked so beautiful he wanted nothing more than to haul her into his arms and ravish her. She had on a deep crimson shirt on, and Christ it was opened so he could see the shadow of her cleavage!

Gail just sat there staring at him, taking in his form fitting black shirt, undone to the fourth button. She gulped damn she wanted to lick the chest she could see. And his jeans, well black again, and wonderfully tight. She perused him at her leisure and when she reached his face she stifled a groan at the look he was giving her.

‘Hey I’ve brought you coffee like you wanted Jon, Richie, Gail you okay?’ Mon sashayed in, and then saw the look Gaz was getting from Richie and got a sly grin on her face.

Gail jarred out of her musings smiled at Jon and Mon, ‘I’m fine, just a shock that they got passed my receptionist!’ Her eyebrow winged up and she glared at Mon, who just grinned, put the tray down and headed for the door at a trot, meddling kids!

‘Aw don’t be hard on your Mon, all I had to do was tell her my back hurt again and I needed your hands on me and she couldn’t be more helpful.’

‘It shouldn’t be hurting, what did you do?’  She got up from behind the desk and started towards Jon. Richie’s tongue just about hit the floor and rolled back up again, damn she’d got tight black jeans on, and she filled them out perfectly.

‘Calm down angel, I’ve done nothing! We just needed to get passed your Rottweiler out there.’

‘So, you lied to Mon, that’s not nice.’

Jon lent and pecked her cheek, ‘Mornin angel.’

‘Don’t angel me Bongiovi that’s wasn’t funny!’ She glared at him, then it dawned on her he’d kissed her again, damn the man!

‘But you are an angel, you fixed my back wonderfully.’

Richie watched Jon lean in and kiss her, and jealousy shot through him. He wanted to jump up and down and shout ‘mine’! He moved towards her and swore to god he heard her groan!

‘Move it Frank, my turn to say mornin.’ He crowded her, took her by the shoulders and pulled her flush to him, ‘Mornin baby.’

‘Morning.’ Was all her gave her time for as his lips settled on hers, the fire was lit and then it started to flare out of control.

Jon decided he’d leave for a while, picked his coffee up and headed for the door, closing it quietly. Now he thought let’s go and mess with Mon!

Chapter 13 Day 2

Jon was working out in the hotel gym just as Gail was in hers.  He was pounding the path and sweat was glistening on his rock hard body, looking like it was covered in baby oil. He heard a noise of a door opening, turned to check who was disturbing him and just about fell of the treadmill with shock.

‘Fuck me Dean, what the hell are you doing up at this hour?’  He started to slow down, gently coming to a stop; he grabbed his water and chugged down about half, then stared at Richie.

Richie pushed him out the way and started with a slow walk on the mill, then faster and faster till he was at a flat-out pace.

‘Ah I get it, a certain lady is on your mind and you need to work off some, what feelings, emotions?’

Richie started to slow, finally stopping and grabbing Jon’s water and finished it. ‘Stop being a smartass Kidd!’

‘Jesus Rich, a blind man could see the electricity coming from both of you. Hell, if they’d had a power cut, they could have hooked you too up and powered London!’

Richie tried to change the subject, ‘Any idea what time Laurels opens?’ He was desperate to find Gail again.

‘Man, you’ve got it bad! I grabbed a leaflet, it’s in my jacket upstairs.’

‘So, you finished?’ At Jon’s nod, he’d been down there since six, Richie said ‘Let’s go.’ And he all but dragged him out of the gym and to the lift.

‘Christ Richie, I can walk on my own ya know!’ Jon sniped jerking his arm out of Rich’s grasp.

‘Aw hell I’m sorry, but I need to make sure I can contact her!’

‘Rich, we’re going over there and we won’t leave till you have her number and I get a chance to pitch the job to her properly!’ By now they’d got into Jon’s suite and he was searching for the leaflet. ‘Here it is they open in …. An hour, at nine. So, I’m going to have a shower, breakfast and then we’ll head out about nine, okay?’

‘Yeah fine, I’ll see you later.’ With that he headed for his own suite, letting himself in he headed straight for the shower, images of Gail’s face swimming in his mind, his dick responded, and he muttered. In the bathroom, he peeled off his tank and sweats, hell he’d only run but he’d soaked the damn things! He looked into the mirror, he didn’t look bad for forty-eight, even if he said so himself. He sucked in his gut and turned this way and that, then let it go, well what there was to let go, he’d been in training for the start of this new tour. Could a woman like Gail give him a second look? Hell, he knew lots of women threw themselves at Jon and him, but this was different, he wanted her to see him as normal, not just a rock star lay!

Shaking his head, he turned on the water, checked it and stepped in.

The hot water cascaded over his head and down his shoulders as he leant into the water, his arms braced on the wall. The water sluiced down between his shoulder blades, down his tanned back and over his butt cheeks; it carried on down his thighs and his legs, all he could think of was that the water was Gail’s hands or hair, that hair lord, his erection was now at full mast waving at him. He swore up one side and down the other, trying to ignore it he leant back and let the water run over his muscled chest and down a taught abdomen. When it got to his dick his breath sucked in between his teeth and it encased him, just like she would once he was buried deep within her.

He snapped his eyes open, cursed then got the shower gel and sponge quickly soaping himself down and praying his dick would die down, otherwise people were going to give him some damn funny looks later.

As he soaped his dick he had a fleeting thought about jerking off, but he’d not done that in years and he sure as hell wasn’t going back to it now. He started to talk to his dick telling it there was no way in hell he’d play with himself so calm the hell down.

Ten minutes later as he stepped dripping from the shower, it had died down and he quickly dried himself and as he hooked the towel about his hips he heard a banging on the door which could only herald Jon, and hopefully some damn coffee!