Chapter 35

He had her key out of his pocket and the door opened faster than Gail could say ‘fucked’.

He didn’t put any lights on, and as the door closed on the outside world the hallway was plunged into darkness and Gail’s excitement level went through the roof. She squealed as she felt herself shucked from over his shoulder and felt herself falling through the blackness.

Before she hit the floor he had her pressed up against the door, his mouth crashed onto hers and he flattened himself on her; she could feel his cock trying to burst out of his trousers.

He pushed at his jacket, moved a millimetre from her and it fell from her. The next thing his hand went to her neck, his deft fingers finding the catch that held the two pieces together. He couldn’t make the damn catch work and without caring, he took both bits in either hand and heaved, the material get a loud tearing sound, then Gail felt cool air hit her nipples.

‘Christ Rich……’ was all she got out before his mouth took hers again and his fingers closed roughly over her freed breasts, tweaking, rolling and pinching them. Gail’s legs turned to pure mush.

Freeing her mouth, he didn’t bother taking his time to get to his goal, he dropped to his knee and his mouth sucked her breast into its waiting warmth. Gail’s fingers speared his hair and held him there; the sensations he was causing were telexing straight down to her uterus and making it flex and flutter. She gasped then moaned loudly as his teeth scraped none too gently over her nipple, this wasn’t going to be a sweet fuck; it was going to be hot.

Richie realised that somewhere between the cab and now, he’d lost nearly all of his famed control, again, and it was shot to shit and when she’d moaned his dick nearly went mental, he wanted her and he didn’t care how he took her as long as he did!

His hot mouth continued to work both her breast while one hand held onto her waist, the other ran down her side then started to work its way up her long leg. His nails running up her calf, up to her kneecap, dancing around it then to the back of her knee; he felt a deep shudder ripe through her and her breath catching, then a long low moan as he bit her nipple.

God help her, she didn’t think she could last much longer, her knickers would never be the same again, she could smell her own arousal and feel his desperation to claim her, mark her, fuck her; she wanted it all.

He must have heard her.

Richie was trying to get himself back under control, he didn’t want to scare her, but a need had come over him and she was the only one that could slake it for him.

His long fingers carried on their way up her leg; his mouth was kissing any part of her he could reach without moving his stance. He moved his hand from front to back, working his way up her thigh, he squeezed and caressed but he moved on wanting to get to her sweet spot and drive her over the edge.

His other hand moved downwards as his other hit the hem of her skirt. Gail arched into him as his hands slipped under her skirt. His long fingers brushed over her sopping knickers and she felt his grin at her stomach.

‘Fuck darlin you smell wonderful, it tells me that you want me to fuck you senseless and then fuck you some more. You know, I’m gonna to lick your slit till you scream for more. Then I’m going to put my mouth on you and suck you as my fingers fuck you and you clamp down on me………and when you think you can’t take any more I’m gonna take my cock and slam it so hard and fast into you…well lets see what happens shall we.’ She heard her knickers rip, and one wetness was replace by another as he did as promised and licked her slit, slowly, lapping the juices that had already leaked from her.

Gail grabbed his head to steady herself as he parted her thighs to bury his head deeper in her, his tongue licking at her, making little forays into her depths, but never going further. She squirmed at his mouth trying to make him go faster, Christ she wanted him just to take her, now!

Richie realised all that talking had turned his flame waaaay up and although he wanted to taste more of her and make her cum the way he wanted, it wasn’t gonna happen. He pushed his tongue into her and flicked her clit sending her tumbling into her orgasm. He smiled into her as she did scream his name.

The next coherent thought Gail had was that he’d stopped and they were moving, he’d wrapped his arms about her waist and just hoisted her up. Her arms wound about his neck and she kissed him her tongue thrusting passed his lips, tasting herself there, he responded with a deep growl and his hips rotating against her bare pussy. Her skirt was about her waist and her knickers……….gone.

He’d an idea he was heading for her bedroom, but when she kissed him, fucking his mouth with her tongue, he changed his mind, he’d never make it.

They stumbled on kissing, Gail working on getting his shirt off, while being carried, difficult but she got there. Her teeth worried his neck, marking him, biting him, licking him.

He walked into what he thought was the dining room, thinking about fucking her on the table, but as he bumped into what could only be the sofa he grinned, it’d do.

Kissing her one last time, he flipped her about and pushed her over the edge of the sofa, whispering darkly into her ear, ‘Spread them’. And when she was too slow he shoved his thigh between hers and pushed her legs roughly apart

Gail panted, god he knew which buttons to push, one’s she never knew existed! She heard a rustle behind her, Richie’s hand pushing her torso forward, the other yanking her hips backwards, then…………….

‘Richiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee………..’ He slammed into her, not stopping till he was sheathed into her warmth.

He stopped as her orgasm raced through her, her body bucking under his, his smile was pure evil, he laughed, she was made for him and him alone. He started to ride her again.

Gail was panting, sweat glistening all over her body, her legs shaking at the force of her orgasm. A shudder rushed through her as Richie started to pump into her again, his strokes getting faster and faster. She braced her hands on the top of the sofa and pushed up, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as the shift in her stance changed the angle of his thrusts.

His fingers were leaving marks in her hips as he pistoned into her; he could see the marks from earlier and grinned as new ones appeared. He grabbed hold of her hair and hauled her flush against him, turned her head and kissed her roughly his hips keeping a speed and rhythm he hadn’t had since his twenties.

Gail was in awe he was deep between her thighs and deep into her mouth, she had no idea where his lust was coming from, but boy was she reaping the benefits! She gasped and tore her mouth from his as another orgasm flooded her body. Then her body bowed back and she felt herself go taught as a wire as his long fingers found her clit, pinching it sending her off again.

He was on the last bit of his sanity, he pressed her forward again, pushing her into the sofa; she gave up and just dropped forward and his breath hissed through his teeth as her ass pushed into him pulling him deeper into her.

Leaning forward he placed his mouth on her spine and started to lick and bite down it. His lips slipped to the side and he managed to brush the side of her breast, she moaned and flexed her internal muscles about him, the veins in his neck stood out, he left a mark just below her shoulder blade, stood straight, tilted her hips a little more, then fucked her like he’d never fucked a woman before.

He slammed into her again and again; a distant thought was who slipped him the Viagra.

She wasn’t sure if she could take any more when he’d started to lick and bite her, her arousal was running down her leg. The feel of his cock pressing into all her wetness and hitting a spot she’d heard of, but never had found before was mind blowing. With one last bit of energy, as he tilted her hips, she pushed up onto the top of the sofa, pushed back as he moved forward and she cried out silently as the biggest orgasm of the night hit her, taking the breath from her body, her inner walls clamped down onto his cock and squeezed for all they were worth.

The top of Richie’s head nearly blew off as she pushed onto him, and with a hoarse shout he started to cum, he went up onto his tip toes, the chords of his neck and arms stood out, and still he came.

Chapter 34

They danced one song after another, some were hot and heavy, others slow and sultry. Between them the air crackled with sexual tension. Richie was ready to haul her into the toilet and make her scream, she’d been rubbing and caressing him for over an hour now and she knew how damn hard he was.

Gail’s grin was false, hell she knew the ‘moose’ was wide awake and begging for release, her knickers were sopping wet! His hands had touched her over and over; when he’d got hold of her his lips she went weak at the knees, then he’d left a fiery trail from one side of her neck to the other.

Much more of this and she’d never make it home, let alone out of the damn club!

She looked over and Jon and Fee were dancing not far from them; Fee’s eyes met hers and winked at her. She knew how Gail was feeling, she’d never danced just for a man before like she was doing for Richie, he brought out the wanton side in her.

Mind you Jon had Fee plastered to him and didn’t seem to care whether the music was fast or slow, he just held onto her. Fee looked like she’d recovered from her ‘fucktard’ run in; Lucky noticed Fee’s hands had a handful of Jon’s ass in them, she chuckled, Fee had loved that ass for decades!

The beat changed yet again and the strains of Nickelback’s S.E.X started to pulse about the club. Richie swallowed as Gail started to sway to the music, then as it got into the song she seemed to turn fluid, the music taking her over, flowing through her; her arms went into the air, her shoulders and hips shaking back and forth. Then to his pure delight, they hit the chorus and she started a bump and grind routine that would put a stripper to shame! All the time she moved, her hair that had given in to gravity and Richie’s fingers over the night, moved like silk down her back; daring him to take hold of it and reel her in.

She moved around him, her perfume wafting about him, her hands on his shoulders and down his back, till she grabbed his ass and squeezed. With that he turned and hauled her into him, one hand in that teasing hair, the other in the small of her back anchoring her to him.

The kiss when it came was hard and rough, but she didn’t back down, she pushed him harder for more.

They finally broke apart when they realised people around them were clapping and whistling. Gail buried her face in Richie’s neck and groaned, fuck talk about being caught in the act, hell they’d nearly got down and dirty on the dance floor with an appreciative audience looking on.

Richie smirked and put his lips to her ear making her jump a little. ‘Darlin lets go home.’ He wasn’t asking, he was telling her. Grabbing her hand he all but ran her off the dance floor, he shot Jon a look and Jon grinned and nodded, grabbing Fee’s hand and heading off the floor too.

Mon and a few others were taking a break and having a drink, they looked up as the quartet arrived at the table. Mon nearly laughed Gail looked like she’d been under a sunlamp for too long and Richie was breathing very hard.

‘We’re leaving.’ He grabbed his jacket, throwing it over Gail’s shoulders giving Mon a quick kiss and saying he’d see her again; to the rest of the table he smiled and said it was nice to meet them and barely giving Gail chance to say goodbye he was headed for the door.

‘Fucks sake Rich I’ve got heels on! Slow the fuck down!’ Before the words left her mouth he’d stopped, pushed her up against the wall between the outside door and the dance floor and attached himself to her mouth, his hands running all over her; she trembled at the hunger raging from him; then her own hunger roused it’s ass and she snapped out of the daze she’d been in and just as her fingers met the ends of his hair………..

‘Shit Rich, calm the fuck down bro!’ They pulled apart breathing heavily and blinked a few times at Jon and Fee standing before them, blocking anyone else from seeing their little display of lust.

Richie said nothing just glared at Jon, taking her in hand again he dragged her, a little more slowly, towards the door. Gail sighed and ran to keep up with him; but the grin on her face and the slumberous look in her eyes gave her away, she loved this part of him, her own private ‘he-man’.

They hit the door and ‘Killer’ took one look at Gail’s mussed hair and lipstick free mouth and whistled for a taxi. Richie grunted for two, no way were they sharing a taxi with Jon and Fee, there was no way he was going to be able to keep his hands off her that long!

Gail had a millisecond to say bye to Jon and Fee when she was manhandled into the taxi. She caught Fee’s look as the taxi started to leave, the bitch was laughing! Richie gave the cabbie her address and turned to her, one hand cupped her head, the other wound under his jacket and around her waist pulling her flush against him, then he kissed the living shit out of her all the way home. It must be something about the smell she thought just as coherence left her, two taxis in one day and the same damn result! She liked it.

The cabbie smiled, he remembered those days when you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, and as long as the couple did nothing but lock lips he didn’t mind.

Gail’s only other coherent thought was this was going to be one hell of an interesting tour if this was how it was going to be between them.

The taxi stopped at the gate and reluctantly they parted, Richie paid the cabbie, the cabbie laughed at the guys mussed and strung out look, boy had got it bad! Richie got out and helped Gail out. He watched appreciatively as her long, bare legs came out of the door, Christ they were long and he wanted them about his waist pronto!

He slammed the taxi door and not saying a word he stalked to the security panel and punched in his birthday, remembering to do it backwards; as soon as the gates started to open he was through, pulling Gail behind him.

Gail tripped and nearly went flying, ‘Richard Stephen Sambora, slow the fuck down!’

Richie just grunted, turned and slung her over his shoulder making her squeak in surprise, one hand clamped over her ass holding her in place, she moaned when she felt the other one caressing her calf, slowly moving up and down her leg as his long strides ate up the driveway.

He knew he was acting like a jerk, but he couldn’t seem to care. She’d been tormenting him and now she was about to pay. He grinned to himself, least he knew she wouldn’t run screaming from him or tell him to back off, he could be himself with her.

He ran his hand up her leg once more, then went higher, touching her backside, he double took, her bare backside! He caressed a cheek and finally realised she wasn’t commando but had a thong on. It wouldn’t last long!

Chapter 33

They piled in and grabbed a booth right at the back of the club, near the DJ and off to the side so they weren’t really in anyone’s line of sight. It was deemed the dumping ground for their drinks and anyone to knackered to dance.

They went up to the bar, ordered drinks, then men came out of the wood works and started to ask all the women in their party to dance. Those, not with partners, quickly paired up with the single guys.

Richie and Jon headed for the toilet, leaving Gail and Fee with the others. But by the time the got back, and fuck they’d not been gone for very long; their two ladies had a group of young studs about them. The men were not happy!

Gail and Fee had been minding their own business, when a stag night had wandered in, more like staggered in, and headed for the bar. They were all young, maybe late twenties to early thirties; they’d taken one look at the girls and made a beeline for them. They’d offered to buy them drinks; the girls waggled their drinks in front of them and tried to gently brush them off.

Then the boys had tried to get them to dance with them, they’d told them they were waiting for their dates. The boys had said the dates shouldn’t have left them alone, and they’d take care of them. A couple had started to get ‘handsy’; Fee had told them if they didn’t quit it she’d hurt them, they’d laughed.

Gail noticed Richie and Jon out the corner of her eye and thanked god, these were bloody pushy boys. The next minute a shout of pain rang out, and she turned to see Fee with one of the boys on the floor, agony sketching his face. The place went quite!

Jon saw a boy grab for Fee’s breast and started to run, Richie picking up pace to, they’d just got nearer to the girls when he saw Fee grab the offenders thumb, bend it backwards towards his wrist, then her stilettoed foot shot out taking him out at the knee; all the while pushing back on his thumb till he was on his knees sobbing in pain.

By the time his friends started to react Jon, Richie, all the men from Gail’s work, other halves of her girls and ‘Killer’ and his guys were there to pull off the others. Jon had to smile; Fee had not stopped her attack, or her tirade.

Fee was now standing over the boy, his arm hiked somehow behind his head. ‘I fuckin told you assholes, but no, you always think no, means yes. Well shithead, when I say no I fuckin well mean no! You don’t have the right to feel up a woman just cause you feel like it! Am I fuckin clear you fucktard?’

The guy was whimpering and nodding, anything to get this pissed pixie off him. She suddenly released his thumb and arm, he groaned as the feeling shot back into it. He glared at her and stood towering over her. ‘You fuckin bitch, you’re gonna pay for that!’ He pulled back his good arm to slap her and Jon anchored himself to it, ‘Killer’ grabbing his bad one and twisting it up behind his back, making the guys knees go out for a second time.

‘Killer’ leant down level with the fucktards ear. ‘The lady said no son, and yet you carried on. I’m waiting to see if she presses assault charges on you; cause I’ve a feeling my bar staff heard everything you said and did, and the lady saying no.’ ‘Killer’ hauled his ass up by the scruff of the neck, Jon let go before he hauled back and beat the shit to a pulp, touching his woman, fuckin bastard!

‘Fuck man you can’t can him he’s getting married tomorrow!’ Several of his friends whined.

‘You’re the bloody groom? Pity the girl that’s getting you! Turn him loose ‘Killer’, an early wedding gift; and good luck with explaining your arm shithead!’ with that Fee curled into Jon’s waiting arms, supporting her, she was more bloody scared than she’d let on.

‘Killer’ hauled him out, making several threatening remarks about what would happen if he was caught back in the club; the other bouncers herding his friends out the doors. As they closed, the music started to blast out, and people started to dance again, forgetting most of what went on.

Jon pulled Fee to their booth and pulled her onto his knees, cradling her, rocking her like a child, trying to soothe her. Fee’s face was buried into Jon’s neck her arms clamped about his neck, her face red hot, and her body trembling now the adrenalin had stopped shooting through her body.

Gail and Richie dropped into the booth with them and Gail gave Fee her drink which Fee promptly chugged back, then curled back into Jon’s arms.

Richie stood again, and held out his hand ‘Come on babe, lets leave dance.’ She stood, taking his hand and he led her onto the crowded floor, and she stood stunned as he started to shake his ass all over the floor. She nearly swallowed her tongue watching his body move to the beat, fuck the man had skills!

He nudged her and laughed at her face. ‘See somethin you like darlin?’

She laughed and told him ‘hell yeah’ then wrapped herself about him, using him like a strippers pole; rubbing up and down him, bending and leaning. Richie mentally swore and glared at any men who were stupid enough to get caught ogling; it was gonna be a long ass night if she kept this up!

Chapter 32

The meal was loud and fun, everyone laughing and talking at once, but Gail couldn’t keep her eyes off Richie, lord the man needed to come with a warning. He was dressed in black suit, clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his fitted trousers cupped his ass, making her fingers want to run over it, and squeeze it some more. Then there was his shirt, purple of course and silk, undone to the middle of his chest. She’d caught several of her girls eyeing it hungrily, she’d glared and they’d focused on something else damn fast!

Jon had asked if they’d coordinated over the phone, and didn’t believe them when they’d said no.

Then he’d passed over the envelope Mon had brought with her and handed it to Gail. She pulled out the papers, took in all that was written, checking how holidays, overtime and other stuff would work, then she did something Jon and Richie didn’t expect, she borrowed a pen from one of the waiters and signed the contract, handing it back to a very shocked Jon.

‘But darlin you said you’d get it to your lawyers to check it…….’ He looked stunned.

‘Jon, if I can’t trust my own eyes and that you’d never screw someone over with a contract, I would have taken it to my lawyer, but I checked it over and it’s all good.’ With that she looked at her staff who’d witnessed her checking and signing.

‘Well people, while you’re all gathered here and before you’re too pissed to understand me later; I’d like to tell you I’ve just signed on to join Richie and Jon and the rest of Bon Jovi on tour, so I won’t be popping in, I’ll be travelling the globe with these pair of goons.’ The tables fell quite as her words sunk in.

Mon’s lip was quivering, she’d wanted to read the fax, but just picked it up and stuffed it into the envelope, now she was holding back tears, ‘You mean you won’t be around?’ Tears started to trickle down her cheeks.

‘Aw darlin, we’ll take real good care of her, and when we’re here touring I’m sure we could get you into a show or two, I happen to know the boss.’ Jon got up and walked over to Mon, he liked the girl and he could see how distraught she was about this; he pulled her up and into his arms, soothing her like he would Steph.

‘Mon, sweetie, I won’t be gone for good, just for, well…….’ She looked at Richie and raised her brow in question.

‘Well she’ll be back for Christmas, and she’ll be able to come back when we take longer breaks, and it’s not like she won’t have a phone or webcam.’

Mon sniffled, dabbing her eyes with the napkin Jon had given her. ‘I know I’m being silly, it’s just, well, for the last six years you’ve always been here for me. You’re like my family.’ She hiccupped again then releasing Jon she grabbed her bag and headed for the toilet.

Gail got up and went after her, closely followed by Fee and some of the other girls from work.

All the men just looked at one another and carried on eating and drinking.

‘Fuck Jon do you feel like we’ve just ripped a family apart for our own selfish needs?’

‘Yeah, tastes shitty don’t it.’

‘Totally.’

Ten minutes later all the women came back from the toilets laughing and no sign of tears from Mon, Jon and Richie breathed a sigh of relief. As the women reached the table they stood to pull out their dates seats, both men dropping kisses on their respective date’s cheeks. The other girls just glared at their dates pointing out they could learn a thing or three from Jon and Richie, the other males jumped up but their dates just sat down without waiting for them. The men glared at Richie and Jon who just laughed.

‘Okay, let’s go shake some booty people!’ Gail stood grabbing Richie’s arm half an hour later, ‘I need to vent some energy!’ Chuckles rounded the table at Richie’s leer and when he told her he’d vent it in other ways that would still get her hot and sweaty. Gail flicked him on his ear making him yelp and curse.

Mon laughed louder, ‘Richie, we probably should have warned you, piss her off and she flicks! And it damn well hurts, it’s all the massaging, makes her fingers damn powerful.’

‘You coulda said this before she signed the damn contract, now we’re stuck with her!’ Jon playfully whined only to yelp and shoot out of his chair when she nailed his ear too. ‘Fuck woman that hurts!’ Fee couldn’t stop laughing at his scared look, till Jon hauled her butt off the chair and kissed her silly. She wobbled as he let her go, smirking down at her.

Fee licked her lips and looked up under her lashes at him, ‘Jovi, I sure love your paybacks.’ With that she wrapped her hand about his neck and hauled him back to her greedy lips.

‘Oh damn, can’t you people find a room! Mai’s place no knocking shop! Now quit it and get out!’ Mai stood there glaring, lovingly, at Fee and Gail. She’d known these women for years, and it was nice to see them with these hot young men.

Gail laughed uproariously; she loved how Mai reamed them, while smiling like a Cheshire cat. She pulled the woman into her arms and kissed her cheeks, thanking her for loving them, and for the beautiful meal she gave them; and for being her friend

Richie and Jon just stared at her, hell they knew she spoke Japanese, but Chinese too?!

Fee pushed between Jon and Richie, placing an arm about both of their waists, ‘Oh boys, our Gaz is full of surprises, and you haven’t seen the best ones yet.’ She winked at them.

‘Rich?’

‘Yeah Jon?’

‘I think we’re so screwed!’

‘Ya thunk!’

After a quick goodbye, the boys giving Mai a kiss each and making her blush like a schoolgirl, they all headed out to walk to the club; laughing and joking, making people look at the large group of people and smile.

They got to the club and none of them went to the back of the line, they just piled up to the bouncers; four big ass guys nearly bursting out of their suit jackets.

‘Hey Killer, how you doing?’ Gail walked up to the biggest guy, well over six foot six and built like a linebacker, who’s smile lit up when he realised who she was, he pulled her into a tight hug which lifted her off her feet, Richie wanted to tell him to let her go, boy was he feeling a need to stake his claim on her.

‘Gaz, baby, long time, no see! Fuck girly you look smokin tonight!’ ‘Killer’ looked her up and down and smacked his lips and drooled openly, Richie wanted to kill him.

Gail threw her head back and laughed, squeezing the guy again. ‘Fuck, Bri, you’re dear wife would have your balls if I told her you were hitting on me! Now, how about letting me and my party in you fine establishment?’

‘Shit, she wouldn’t care, she knows you.’ Then he frowned and thought about it. ‘Ok, don’t fuckin tell her, she’ll have my boys for earrings, and you know how possessive she can be?’ The guy named ‘Killer/Bri’ blushed bright red and ran his finger under his collar.

Gail laughed again and Richie wondered what his wife were like if she could bring this bemoth of a man to blush and say she’d castrate him.

She leant over to him, she must have been reading his mind, ‘His wife is four foot nine, has had six children and is as skinny as the day he met her; and she has the temper of someone Brian’s size. He’s a pussycat where she’s concerned; she rules the house with an iron fist!’

Richie burst out laughing, filling Jon in on the joke; they all headed into the club, the beating of the music spilling out as the doors were opened.

Chapter 31

An hour later Fee and Gail arrived at Mai’s, nearly running to get through the door, giggling still at the details that had been passed about the sex they’d had earlier. Fee was all of a dither thinking that Jon may have used her as a one night, well afternoon, stand; and was worried about seeing him, but couldn’t wait to see him, yeah she was confused and damnit horny again!

Gail on the other hand was in love! Yup she’d come to that conclusion all on her own, as she pinned her hair in an ‘up’ do. The grips in her mouth had hit the floor as it had fallen open as she was thinking back over the afternoon and it slapped her upside the head that even though she’d loved Richie Sambora, rock god for several decades, she really loved Richie Sambora, normal smart ass and wonderful man! The big grin hadn’t left her face since, and Fee had been in her own world and hadn’t noticed, yet.

Inside Richie and Jon had been there a while with Gail’s staff/friends and were having a ball! Mon and the others had spilled the beans on their boss, all the jokes she’d sprung on them, and the scrapes they got into on girls nights out. Jon had brought several rounds, trying to get them to go into more details but Mon had told them they’d given them hints now they needed to ask Gail.

Richie kept glancing at the door willing her to walk through it, fuck it, he missed her and they’d not been apart that damn long!

Jon noticed, mainly because he was watching for Fee, the woman had wiggled under his skin. What had started out for him as a quickie, had him now by the balls and whipped! He didn’t know what the fuck to do. Fee was a sassy, smart mouthed, sexy woman, who knew what she wanted and went after it. She’d ridden him hard and put him away wet, and he’d loved it.

Cause after fucking like two teenagers, he’d been on a high and that’s when his ego had taken a battering and he’d put his damn back out again. Talk about feeling stupid, and Gail and Rich had laughed at him, nothing less than he deserved. Christ where the hell were they?

The door yanked open and a laughing Gail and Fee crammed through, all head’s turned and then grinned at the two women.

Jon and Richie just stood there, both wondering how they could cover up their respective dates so no other man could set eyes on their luscious bodies? Both discretely shifted their hardening dicks.

‘Hey boss lady has finally showed up, lord Gaz we’ve had to keep your date entertained with stories of you and Fee.’ Mon piped up after picking her jaw from the floor, damn, Gail never really dressed up when they went out, usually skin tight jeans and a top, but tonight she looked breath taking. Mon eyed Richie up and smirked at his lustful look, yup he was so bloody caught! About time Gail got a man worthy of her love.

Richie was rooted to the spot, his eyes roamed up and down her body starting at her hair; shit she’d put it up! That had to come down sometime, but it drew his eyes to the long column of her neck, tendrils of hair feathered down, but the rest was twisted and pinned up, he itched to push his fingers threw it. Then, swallowing hard, he took in her outfit; a tight fitting halter top that hugged her breasts, fuck he could see one hell of a cleavage! The top looked like it crossed at the front, and the ties went about her back and crossed lower over her stomach, tying in the back. Fuck one pull and he could have those breasts free and in his hands in seconds, his dick totally agreed with his thoughts.

He continued his perusal, and he nearly swore out loud, the gap between her top and skirt didn’t look that far, but the amount of skin he could see was lethal to his psyche. Her toned flat stomach caught his attention, god how he wanted to walk over to her, kneel down and lick the damn thing! He shuddered with need and desire, his eyes growing blacker by the second.

Her skirt was the same material as the top, and hit her legs at mid thigh, leaving miles of her legs showing, and Christ, she’d got on a set of lethal looking cmf’s! She looked good enough to eat.

Jon at the side of him was also taking in the vision that was Fee. He was surprised to find his tongue wasn’t on the floor, and he wasn’t drooling like an idiot. Her red shoulder length hair was set off by the deep emerald dress she had on. It caressed her breasts, cupping and holding them lovingly, and then it nipped in on her tiny waist, flaring out over her hips to just above her knee. She’d added several inches to her five foot five frame with four inch heels, so if he pulled her into his arms she’d be face to face with him, hmm he liked that idea. He grinned over at her and she blushed prettily and gave him a shy smile in return. As one both men started to walk to their women.

Jon got to Fee first, and did what he’d thought of, pulling her into his arms and kissing her soundly, loving how she fitted to him now. ‘Darlin you are stunning.’ And kissed her again, then gently taking her by the hand and heading over to their tables and the gang sitting there, all smiling like fools, watching the inter play of the two couples, his fingers finding the back of her dress had cut out holes over it, and his fingers could touch skin, he was so screwed!

Richie stood in front of Gail, his eyes telling her how much effort was going into him not grabbing her and running for the door. He leant forward, bussed her cheek, closing his eyes and inhaling her aroma, then he ran his nose along her jaw line, feeling the softness of her skin, catching the scent of the cocoa butter mixed with the perfume she wore, it was intoxicating. ‘Gail, you look and smell divine, but if I catch any man looking at you, they’re dead!’ With that he hauled her into him and kissed off her lipstick, his fingers itching to dive into her hair, and just managing to resist.

As they separated, Mai came up and told them to quit that shit in her establishment. Richie laughed and promised to be good, in Gail’s ear he whispered he’d be very good and that he loved that she’d worn his favourite colour, purple. Gail had thrown back her head and let out one dirty ass laugh, and discreetly grabbed his ass and squeezed, and whispered back she couldn’t wait, he groaned.

It was going to be one hell of a long night till they got home!

Chapter 30

Snickering they walked through the store, Gail carrying her bags and her oil case, Richie bringing up the rear with her portable table. ‘Aw is the poor ickle baby in pain den?’

Richie couldn’t help but laugh at her baby talk. Another ‘fuck you’ was clearly heard as they pushed the door open and stepped into the backroom.

‘I believe that’s what got you into this trouble Jon.’ Gail said imperiously, looking down her nose at the prone figure on the floor.

‘Fuck in hell Fee, did you have to break him? I’ve not long mended the old fart.’ She rolled her eyes and told Richie to set up her table near Jon.

Fee went bright red and started to stutter, Richie smirked down at his brother who was glaring at Richie’s girlfriend. Richie stopped, his jaw nearly hit the spot next to Jon, his girlfriend, was that what she was? He rolled the word around his brain several times getting a taste of it. It sounded, right, it sounded, good!

‘Oh come on you’ve said it for years you’d snap him in half given the chance.’ Gail chuckled at Fee who groan and buried her face in her hands, Gail snickered harder, and then she looked down at Jon, sighed and shook her head. ‘Honey, you really are gonna have to give up swinging from the lights, I’ve mended you once, don’t make me regret having to mend you again. Least I only have to get your jeans off now!’

Jon just glared up at her, but he couldn’t help the small smirk that kicked the corner of his mouth up, damn she was funny, but hell he was in pain! ‘Earn your keep woman and stop takin the piss!’

Gail threw her head back and laughed, ‘Baby I’m not on your pay roll yet so shut the fuck up.’ Blowing him a kiss she waltzed off to the fridge to get a drink, and to leave him to stew.

‘Pay roll, yet, what are you talking about?’ Fee was looking confused.

Richie walked to her and slung an arm around her shoulders, making Fee swoon a little, damn he was a tall hunk of candy. She tilted her head, and one if she wasn’t mistaken who’d been fucking her best friend, the hair was sex hair; much like Jon was wearing too!

‘Well Fee darlin, our Gaz here has decided to run away with the circus.’ He blew a kiss at Gail as she walked back sipping a drink.

‘What! What the hell do you mean?’

‘What the o.a.p is trying to say is I’m heading out on the road with Bon Jovi as their masseuses slash chiropractor. And if Jon’s back keeps giving out like this it’s gonna be a bitch of a job!’ Richie flipped her the bird at the age crack, she laughed.

Fee’s jaw dropped and her eyes bugged out. ‘You’re going on tour with these guys? How the fuck-in-hell did that happen, and why I’m I only just hearing about it!’ Fee folded her arms and glared at Gail.

‘Yes going on tour, you were listening just now. And you’re only just hearing about it, because you didn’t give me a chance in hell to talk before you helped Jon screw his way back to his back going out again!’ Richie and Jon chuckled as Fee went bright red and rolled her eyes at Gail, saying semantics!

Jon reached out and tugged on Gail’s jean leg, she looked down, ‘Darlin as much as I love the view and the repartee, can you please do something for my back?’ He’d been holding back but damn his back was killing him.

‘Oh shit Jon I’m sorry.’ With that Gail became all business, she opened her large tote and pulled out a rolled padded mat, she flicked it out besides Jon; Richie gave her a questioning glance. ‘We can’t get him up, so I have to start on his back down on the mat, I’ll have to turn him onto it a bit at a time, then I can work on him till he can stand on move over to the table. Okay Jonny, this it going to hurt a bit.’

She put the mat right up next to him, undid his jeans in preparation, noticing no underwear, she shook her head, and took hold of his arm, telling Richie to be ready to slide his hands under Jon to stop him falling backwards, then she gently started to pull Jon towards her, moving his leg over the other to help him turn. After a few minutes of manoeuvring and bitten back oaths from Jon, they finally got him onto his front on the mat; and then Gail went to work on him, divesting him of his jeans, and making a crack about bouncing a quarter off his taut ass, Richie huffed, she laughed, Jon called her a crazy bitch.

Checking the time she realised it was now gone seven, ‘Fee phone Mon and tell her we’ll be delayed but should get there, but not to bitch.’ Then turned back to Jon; Richie watched her work on him and marvelled how those long fingers found the right places so easily, he shifted his growing erection and told it to back off.

‘Okay I’ve told her, she’s pissed, but I told her to bite me, and we’ll see her when we see her, if we do.’ Fee looked at Jon and frowned talk about making a balls up of things, then she watched Gail’s hands run over his back and the little green monster raised its head, she took a crow bar to it and beat it back into submission.

‘Oh we’ll make it, he’s nicely loosened now, so we can get him onto the table and a few adjustments and he’ll be good as new. Fee, honey, stop beating yourself up! Why don’t you go get a shower and start to get ready? After I’ve done, Richie can take Jon to the hotel, then we can go ou..’

Jon interrupted, ‘Richie can get me to the hotel so we can change! I’m not spoiling your evening Gail, we are going with you. Fee baby I’m going to be fine, she’s already workin her magic on me, plus I’m from Jersey baby, hard as nails!’

He spoilt is as Gail hit a bad bit and he yelped, his ears went a shade of pink, ‘Tough my ass Bongiovi!’ She snickered; he glared at her, ‘Okay time to get your old ass up and on the table so I can finish you off!’ She laughed as from on his front he flicked her the bird, she held out a towel for modesty stating Fee may know what it looked like, she didn’t want to know, Richie said amen to that.

Between Jon and Gail, they managed to get him on his feet and over to the table without too much trouble, and she carefully started to manipulate him.

Fee watched and felt terrible, fancy buggering up a rock god’s back, ‘Okay, seeing as he’s moving, I’ll hit the shower. Jon, I’m sorry.’ He crooked his finger at her and she knelt at his head.

‘Stop apologising darlin, shit happens, you didn’t ask me to move that damn box I volunteered! So shoot me I tried to impress you and ended up with my back going out.’ He raised his head a little more and puckered up, when she hesitated he told her not to make him go after her, she laughed and kissed him softly.

‘Hold the damn phone! You didn’t put your back out while doin the dirty? But lifting a fuckin box!?’ Richie looked at them incredulously eyebrows into his hairline. ‘Shit Kidd, only you could do something so, well, stupid! Wait till the guys hear this one.’ With that he doubled over laughing.

‘Sambora, you’ve got a dirty mind!’ With that Fee flounced out of the room and up the stairs to her apartment, well, loft, Richie’s laughter ringing through the place.

‘Tell em asshole and I’ll let them in on what happened in Germany that time.’ Jon growled at him.

Gail’s eyed Richie as he went white then red, ‘Oh hell Jovi you are gonna have to spill that one sometime.’ She snickered loudly.

‘No, the fuck he ain’t, and to bring out the Germany card for something this, well, normal, man you’re so whipped!’ Jon extended the middle finger and Gail just chortled to herself, damn she’d need to work on Richie and see if she could get him to spill………..

She worked for another ten minutes till she was sure everything was how she’d left it last time, she slapped his ass making him jump, ‘There you go, all better now.’ And walked over to wash her hands, ‘Just remember, no lifting anything heavy or fucking Fee too hard and it should be okay.’

Jon gingerly sat up and stretched a few times, nothing locked up and everything that should move now did, ‘Darlin, you are a miracle worker.’ He hopped off the table and walked over and kissed her soundly, making Richie growl. ‘Thank you Gaz you’ve been a god send, and it’s going to be interesting having you about.’ He winked and headed back to his clothes and got dressed while she took the table down and Richie helped her repack the car.

‘Okay, you guys scoot, I’m going upstairs to get ready, and we shouldn’t be too late getting to the restaurant. We’ll meet you there.’ And as they both started to protest she told them that wherever they were staying it wouldn’t be economical for them to come back to pick them up to drive across town again. Begrudgingly they agreed and Jon phoned for a car to pick them up.

Richie crowded her and wrapped his arms around her hauling her to him to kiss her till there was no longer any air in their lungs. ‘Go upstairs, we’ll go when the car comes for us and we’ll see you in about forty-five minutes at Mai’s.’ He kissed her again, swatted her ass and pushed her towards where Fee had disappeared.

‘Later Richie love, and make sure Atlas over there is careful will you.’ She blew a kiss at Jon, and left them alone, Richie laughing, Jon bitching.

‘Come on Atlas lets get you back to the hotel and changed. And for fuck’s sake bro, try not to screw your back up again. I don’t think Gaz will be happy if you do, and they tours not that far away!’

Jon told him to fuck off; they bitched at each other till their ride arrived and headed back to change and meet their ladies!

Chapter 29

They’d gotten into the shower and he’d helped her wash her long locks, gently rinsing the suds out of them. She’d returned the favour by washing his hair, she’d laughed when he’d sighed with contentment. Then they’d taken turns in soaping each other down, Richie carefully washing about the darkening bruises on her body.

She’d got him back by making damn sure his dick was spotlessly clean. Their mouths clashed and ground into one another, hands wandering over slick bodies.

They were just getting to the stage where he had her pressed up against the shower wall and aiming to fuck her senseless again, when the phone started to ring.

‘Answer phone.’ Was all Gail could gasp out, she could feel his thick, long length and wanted it all, and to make him loose control again.

The ringing stopped, and she grinned, only for it to turn into a frown as the phone started to ring again. What the hell….. The phone stopped, and then the ringing started again.

‘Darlin I think someone’s trying to get you to answer it.’ He chuckled at the damn thing started all over again.

Gail huffed and ducked from under him, this better be damn good! Grabbing a towel she threw it about her humming body, and another over her hair, and stalked into the bedroom, Richie wasn’t far behind her.

She snatched the receiver up as it started to ring again, ‘This better be damn good!’ She started to listen, ‘Jesus slow down Fee, what, holy crap.’ Then she snickered, and Richie walked into her line of sight frowning at her and mouthing ‘what’. ‘You need to get him on the floor, oh ok, well just tell him to stay there till I get to you. Stop panicking, he’ll be fine. I’ve got to get dress, aw shut the hell up; we’ll be there in half an hour. Give him some ibuprofen and try to get him to relax.’ With that she put the receiver back down and started to laugh.

‘What’s happened?’ He watched as she laughed till tears formed.

Between laughs she finally told him, snickering all the time, ‘That was Fee, seems Jon’s put his back out again.’

Richie just stood there, he’d been pissed at the interruption, but hell Jon’s back…….he cracked out laughing, ‘Fuck, he didn’t put Fee’s out, she did his.’ Dirty chuckles and thoughts floated about the room for several minutes.

After they finished laughing Gail started to get dressed, back into her clothes from earlier, she quickly put on her panties and bra, and as she grabbed for her jeans, she realised after dealing with Jon, she wouldn’t have time to come back and change. Annoyed she grabbed the bags she’s got earlier, and headed into her wardrobe opening the drawers she took out a silk purple thong, tossed it into the bag that had her new skirt and top in.

Then she quickly went through the boxes of shoes, and there were many, deciding to go with basic black CMF’s with four inch stiletto heels, she grinned as she thought of Richie’s reaction to the ensemble. Into the bags she added, body cream, jewellery and perfume, just remembering to grab her makeup case too, which wasn’t that big as she didn’t really wear much of the stuff. Normally she didn’t dress up for meals with her gang, but they’d mentioned dragging her old ass out to a night club afterwards, which she didn’t like, but for the sake of a quite life, she’d go with. Thinking about it, none of them had really seen her dressed to the nines before, but then she’d never had Richie to dress up for!

‘Hey darlin, you ready? Should I call a cab?’

‘No, I’ve got a car, seeing as the bike got left at Laurel’s we’ll have to take that.’

‘Your bike is at work? Damn darlin we didn’t give it a thought.’

‘No, I realised your thoughts were trying to get into my knickers, and not caring one jot about my mode of transport!’ She laughed as his ears tinged with red and he gave her the ‘aw shucks, caught again’ look. She melted into a puddle of mush.

‘Guilty as charged m’lady. What’s in the bags?’

‘We’re not going to have time to get back here for me to change, so I’ll get changed at Fee’s, she’s coming too so it won’t matter. I can get ready there while you guys go and get ready…..that’s if you’re still coming?’ She frowned.

He chuckled at that look, and smoothed his finger between her brows rubbing the lines away, then he kissed her, ‘Darlin, I wouldn’t miss this for anything. Do you think you’ll get Jon moving again?’ He let loose a snort.

She pushed his chest and pretended to look offended, ‘Of [i]course[/i] I’ll get him moving! I just hate to think how he managed to knacker it up again…..well I’ve a damn good idea……’ she snickered.

‘Yeah so have I.’ And they both laughed.

‘Right, lets get my table into my car and load up my gear, and we need to shift. In fact I’ll give Mon a quick text just in case we’re going to be a bit late.’ She quickly did just that as Richie moved her stuff down and into the garage. In the garage were several cars, a mini cooper soft top in aubergine, a deep red Dodge Grand Caravan, which he assumed would carry them to Fee’s.

Then his glance fell on the last car in the garage and his tongue nearly feel out of his mouth, there was, he groaned, a Lamborghini Reventon 2007 in gun metal grey. He walked over and reverently stroked along the bonnet to the back. The damn thing had not long come out how the fuck did she have one? And hell he knew how much they cost, damn!

Gail walked in and saw him and laughed, she just knew he’d be running his hands over her baby.

‘How the hell do you have this car? Wasn’t there a waiting list for it?’ He waited as she flung some bits into the Dodge.

‘Yes there is a waiting list for it, but I’ve friends in high places.’ She winked at him and blew him a kiss.

Reluctantly he looked at the car and walked to the other one, getting in; he turned towards her and gave her the ‘well’ look.

Gail sighed and grimaced then took a deep breath, ‘It was a present, a thank you gift.’

Richie’s eyes shot skywards his brain turning fast, someone gave her a car, a fuckin expensive car, as a gift? He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer to his next question. ‘A thank you gift?’ Christ he could feel jealousy washing through him.

Gail started the car and inwardly grinned at his tone, hitting the remote the garage door opened, she gunned the engine and took off down the drive, hitting the other remote to the gates. She whipped the car onto the street before answering him. ‘Yes Richie a thank you gift. All I can say is that thanks to Elton, I travelled abroad on his recommendation, to a friend of his who injured their back in a crash and needed extra rehab. The friend is a major shareholder in Lamborghinis stock. I helped him out for several months, and he told me he’d get me a car. I told him no, as I was more than well paid for the time I spent there. But he insisted, and I thought it would be an older model. Imagine my surprise when this arrived, zero miles on it fresh off the damn conveyer belt! I wasn’t happy and tried to get it sent back. But I never had any luck. But damn it drives like a dream.’ She looked a little charagrinned at him. ‘Well could you resist that being in your garage?’

He laughed, he had an idea who she’d taken care of, and knew the man was generous to people he liked and admired. And the man was blissfully happy to a stunning woman, and she’d castrate him if he was ever unfaithful! ‘No baby I couldn’t resist it, ever.’

He reached over and laid his hand on her lap, she threaded her fingers into his, only parting them when she needed to turn, damn good job it was an automatic!

They arrived at Fee’s and Richie was shocked to fine them outside the shop again.

‘She had the loft above the shop. Hell if she didn’t she’d never get to work on time.’ Chuckling they grabbed various times out of the car and headed for the door.

Gail tried it and it opened, ‘Honey we’re home! Where’s the patient?’ Richie laughed out loud and they heard a clear, pained ‘fuck you’ from the back room. Grinning they headed back.

Chapter 28

Gail snuggled into the warmth next to her and sighed, it smelt wonderful, she rubbed her nose on it again and it shuddered and moved! She jerked awake and into a sitting position, blinking, clutching the duvet to her.

‘Holy hell darlin, you go from nought to sixty in seconds.’ Richie chuckled, he’d been awake for a while watching her, but when she’d snuggled more into him, catching a ticklish spot, he’d jerked in reaction and she’d shot up like the hounds of hell were after her.

Gail looked at the man lying next to her, and it all came back to her, making her blush, then get incredibly turned on again! ‘Richie?’ she whispered his name, and he grinned up at her, cupped her head and pulled her back into his arms.

‘Don’t sound so surprised baby.’ He grinned and laid a gentle kiss on her lips.

‘I thought I’d been dreaming, but nope..’ Her hand wandered over his chest and into his hair, ‘No dream.’ And she brought his mouth back to hers, sliding softly over each others, the heat still there, but the earlier roughness, gone. She sighed into his mouth as his hands wandered from her neck to her collar bone, and down, she wanted to feel his hands on her again, she could feel his hardened cock tapping her thigh and moved towards it.

As his fingers found her breast and closed on it gently, he felt her wince and jerk a bit. His eyes snapped open and he tore his lips from hers.

‘What……what’s the matter Richie?’ She was confused, one minute they were heading towards total bliss, and then he’d moved from her.

He whipped the covers back and blanched at what met his gaze, then he started swearing, ‘Fuck it, I knew I shoulda been more fuckin careful! I’m a stupid fuck!’ He put his head into his hands and groaned.

‘What are you talking about, Richie, what……….holy shit!’ Gail glanced down and saw what he’d seen; she’d got finger marks on her breast, turning black as she looked. She noticed on her hips, fingers marks there too. Plus he’d been a busy boy leaving love bites on her body too. She reached and traced the marks on her breast and grinned, damn he’d loved her good! She looked at him again, he was a picture of remorse and she shook her head. ‘Richie, what’s your problem, so you marked me..’

He reared back at the marking her and glared at her, ‘I’ve bruised you; I was selfish and let go completely.’ He didn’t catch her grin, ‘And I’ve hurt you! I should be fuckin shot!’ His fingers were trying to rip up the sheets on the bed, his large hands clenching and unclenching, thinking of the damage he’d done.

She was confused, really confused, at his torturous looks and the way he was totally over reacting! ‘Rich, for god’s sake calm down! You must have left bruises on women before when you’ve let go?

His hands raked his hair, ‘Never….I’ve never….’ He trailed off.

Gail’s eyes widened, ‘What do you mean? You’ve never let go with anyone?’ She laughed at him, and then stopped as he reddened. ‘Holy fuck Richie, you’ve never…holy shit! What about with Heather?’ she choked the name out.

Richie felt his face burn, and he glanced at her questioning face, she didn’t look scared about what had happened, he’d expected screaming and swearing, he looked at her breasts and grimaced again, ‘No, not even her……I nearly did once, but she said I was too rough with her.’ He hung his head, shame washing over him.

Gail let the news sink in, stupid bitch was all she could think, then a big grin split her face and her dirty laugh brought Richie’s eyes to her face, he couldn’t believe the pure joy on her face, and he cocked an eyebrow at her.

She leant into him and kissed him, ‘So I’m the only woman you’ve ever let go with?’ He nodded, her grin threatened to split her face. ‘Thank you Richie.’ And she kissed him again, her fingers slipping up his chest and into his hair, moving closer to him.

‘Thank me for what, being a fuckin jerk, too big to control, fuck it.’ He spat, but got cut off, as he would have sworn some more, by her soft mouth and tongue.

‘Yes, thank you, for feeling safe enough with me to really let go and be yourself.’ She punctuated what she said to him with loving kisses placed all over his face. ‘I’m highly honoured that you were yourself with me, and only me; talk about giving me a big head. And love, I love the marks you’ve left on me. If that makes me a little strange or kinky, then I freely admit it. And honey, after the first bit of tenderness when you touched me just now, went away with the pressure.’

Richie eyed her, weighing her words and looking deep into her eyes for any small, minute sign that she was lying, he found none! Could he really believe she liked it when he went caveman on her? She sure seemed okay at the minute, her fingers worked deeper into his hair.

‘Richie stop fucking thinking about it! I’ve had enough of you mopping.’ She flicked him in the forehead, and then laughed at his stunned expression. ‘Hey gotta snap you out of it some how!’ She pulled his head down and kissed the spot she’d made sting.

He growled deep in his throat and buried his head in her neck, pushing her backwards and leaning over her, ‘You are not supposed to flick rock gods woman!’ He dropped his voice to a dark husky whisper, and felt her shiver. He moved to her side and gathered her to him, kissing her deeply, slowly, lovingly. Damn a woman who took everything he had to offer, and not freak out when he got a bit rough. He grinned into her mouth as they kissed for some time, long slow hot kisses, with a little roughness thrown in for good measure. They finally came up for air.

‘Probably not, but it got your attention.’ She nibbled his jaw, and then his adam’s apple, making his dick jump back to full alert.

‘Darlin, you’ve always got my attention.’ They kissed for a long time, just enjoying each other. He played with her beautiful black hair, winding it around his hand, and then trailing it over his chest. Gail just giggled softly at him, and put her leg over his thigh, she could feel his shaft long and hard, and she moved towards it, her juices starting to run at the thought of him buried deep inside her again.

Richie’s hand moved to her breast and gently cupped her, his long finger flicking over her hardened nipple making her gasp and arch into him, wanting to feel him touching her not just hovering over her. She felt him take a steadying breath and his hand closed over her breast, and after a second of being uncomfortable, it felt wonderful, having his hands on her after years of lusting after him was unbelievable and hot! She moaned and pushed further into his palm and he finally got the message and started to rub and squeeze it more. She sighed into his mouth; if he’d have backed up she’d have killed him.

He chuckled, ‘Well darlin, seems we’re both kinky, because I’ve a feelin I’m never gonna get that monster back in the cage.’ He ran his lips up her neck and to her ear, biting down on the lobe.

Gail shivered again, and then snickered, ‘Yeah the moose is loose aboot the hoose!’ She just couldn’t help herself.

Richie roared with laughter and they lay for several minutes laughing. ‘Jesus woman, that was baaad! David would kill for that line!’ They laughed again, but as he pulled her closer, his cock felt the moisture coming from her soaked pussy and all laughter ceased and suddenly passion flared again hot and bright.

He gently pressed forward, pulling her leg further over his hip and growled again as he slipped deep inside her; their love making this time was gentle and sweet, they crested together.

‘What time do we have to be at your leaving dinner?’ He asked kissing her, feeling contentment settling over him.

‘Eight.’ He glanced over at the clock, well that gave them just over two hours to shower, dress, then head to his hotel to get changed.

A wicked grin coasted over his mouth, ‘Well we better hit the shower then, got to go and get my clothes changed before we go baby.’ With that he jumped out of the bed and picked her languid body up and threw her over his shoulder, then groaned as her hair fell down his back and to his knees, damn he wanted her again!

‘Christ Sambora, be careful!’ She shouted sternly, and then spoilt it by giggling.

Chapter 27

His hand grabbed her breast roughly and he pummelled and squeezed it harder than he normally would, his fingers leaving marks that would turn to bruises, he didn’t even think about it. He ground his weight into her more, his mouth moving to her throat where his inner caveman took over and he bit her, and then licked the sting from it.

Gail’s reaction to his hand and bite rocked her to her core, she’d never felt so, well, wanton, she wanted him to fuck her senseless and into oblivion. She shuddered as his teeth nipped her ear, his wicked tongue curling about the outer shell, his hand on her breast had it in an iron grip, almost painful, she loved the feel of it, but she realised he was still holding back! If he was going to make love to her, she wanted it all!

‘More Richie, I want more!’ She whispered hotly to him, her legs gaining purchase back about him again, her fingers tangled back in his hair and she tugged till he got the message and mouths clashed back together, their breathing intensifying, their hands wandering at will.

Richie heard her and wanted the same, he was on his last bit of control where this woman was concerned, hauling her to him he moved away from the wall and walked her quickly to the king size bed he’d noticed on the way passed, her mouth was on his neck, returning what he’d done to her minutes before, soothing the bitten skin with open mouthed kisses.

As they got to the bed he almost threw her on it, but he gently laid her there and there she laid, propped on her elbows, chest heaving, eyes glazed over with passion, and that glorious hair surrounding her, his dick grew even harder! God he wanted her like no other before, he crawled up her legs watching her, she swallowed. At the top of her jeans the shirt had fallen back leaving bare skin, her muscles trembled as he laid butterfly kisses on it, blowing, and licking. Her fingers fisted in the sheets, he grinned into her stomach his tongue tracing crazy patterns about her belly button, she groaned and her head fell back, leaving her throat bare.

He worked his way up till he was level with her heaving chest, still covered by the shirt, he sat on her hips and she jerked up and looked at him, her eyes a deep mossy green now, his control slipped again, and he grabbed the shirt in both hands and praying she wouldn’t run screaming, he ripped the thing apart, the sound of ripping material filled the room, buttons pinging to god knows where. He heard Gail’s gasp, and watched her eyes dilate even more, she was so turned on! He let it hang open, torn and ragged, just like his breathing.

Her insides were clenched so damn tight, he’d ripped the shirt nearly off her back, and she’d loved it. His eyes were black now, and she could see him fighting for control and didn’t want that! ‘Richie, now, please, I want your mouth on me.’

His eyes dropped to her breast, she was panting, the globes heaving in that emerald bra, he tried to reign his demon in, but to no avail, he leant forward and instead of his usual finesse of working his way to his goal, he just opened up and latched onto her, the bra was soaked in seconds as he sucked her nipple through it.

Gail died and went to heaven where a dark haired devil corrupted her at the gates with his wanton mouth! He pushed her back and she went willingly, his weight blanketing her, his hand holding her breast as his teeth worried the protruding nipple, she was so damn near the edge. Her hands now locked into his hair, trying to get him to move up her and kiss her, it was like trying to move a mountain, she was a little miffed, then he nudged her thighs apart and slid between them, settling him there, rocking against her, her eyes rolled back in her head. He swore that he’d nearly cum in his pants; just her heat through the jeans was enough to tell him how ready she was.

Richie wanted more, and before she knew what he’d done, he’d opened the front clasp and pulled away the soaked material, he grinned, damn she was beautiful, and need smacked into his gut, and he growled and finally sucked her bare breast back into his hot mouth. She arched off the bed with such force she nearly threw him off, he chuckled at the sounds coming from her, whimpers, panting, groaning, and damn it had more effect on his dick, he hurt with wanting to bury himself deep into her and never leave.

After he’d treated both breasts equally he slowly licked and nibbled his way up her chest, to her neck, to her ear then around to the other one, then finally he ground his mouth onto hers. He bit her bottom lip and then licked the sting away, sucking it into his mouth and pulling on it till her lips parted and his tongue shot it, claiming it, owning it. His large hand was on her breast kneading it, staking his claim, his!

Gail didn’t know how much more control he had, but hers was shot to shit, her arms reached down and her nimble fingers pushed between them and started to undo his shirt, she wanted skin on skin, and damn it she was going to get it. Richie took the hint, sat up and ripped the shirt off and threw it, looking down at the picture she made, red cheeks, sheen of sweat on her brow, hair, damn her hair was everywhere. She shimmed out of the torn blouse and bra, and grinned at him, nope she wasn’t pissed at him. Then she held out her arms to him, and he groaned and lowered himself to her.

As chest touched chest, electricity jumped from them and both gasped. He moaned as her leg hooked over his hip bringing them into perfect alignment, he thrust against her, jeans making everything feel sensitive.

Gail wrapped her arms about him and held him tighter too her; loving the way the little bit of hair on his chest brushed her hardened nipples. Then he was kissing her, his hands seemed to be everywhere at once, he moved to the side a little so he was cupping her breast, then flitting down her stomach and over her mound, pressing the heel of his hand down and into her soaking pussy.

Damn he wanted to feel how wet she was from wanting him, and taste her, burying his tongue deep inside her, and feel her clench about it. He pulled away roughly and stood, his breathing laboured. His jet black eyes feasted on her and reaching down he flicked the button on her jeans open, and before she could help he’d yanked them down and off, nearly dragging her with them in the process. Her panties had gone too, damn he was good!

He stood at her side, and his hand had a will all of its own. It reached out and caressed her from ankle, to knee, her breathing stuttered then picked up. From knee it slowly, torturously made its way up and across her thigh, she tensed, he skimmed her silky mound and carried on up her ribs, leaning over when his hand cupped her breast and suckled on it making her whimper.

Gail tried to rub her legs together to take away some of the ache his touch caused, it didn’t work, she needed him inside her. As he kissed her breast, her hand reached out and cupped him, his breath hissed through his teeth and his hand tightened, more bruises, but what a way to come by them!

She pushed him away from her, and sat up, her hair falling over her breast and covering them, her nipples though, still poked through.

He stood still as she gently undid the button, and carefully pulled the zipper over his straining dick. She pushed the sides down and he sprang out, fuck me she thought no wonder they called it the moose! It was long, thick and wide; she could feel her excitement running from her.

She deftly pushed them down, no underwear, who knew, and she chuckled, and he stepped out of them standing proud in front of her. She moved forward and wrapped her fingers about him and pumped him, his hips thrust forward and his head fell back. She couldn’t resist and leaning in kissed the tip of him, then slowly she started to take him into her mouth, relaxing her jaw, as his considerable length went deeper. His hands fisted into her face, but he didn’t push himself into her, for that she was glad, the man was hard and huge, finally she relaxed her throat and slid nearly all the way down, she hummed and winced as he grabbed her hair and pulled it, trying to get her to let him go. Miffed she made her way back up to the head of him, licking the slit, and making him thrust forward, she looked up at him.

‘Darlin if you keep that up I’m liable to end this pretty fuckin fast, and I don’t want too.’ He picked her up and crawled them both back into the middle of the bed.

They started to touch and kiss again, but now skin touched skin, breathing became erratic. Teeth bit, and tongues mingled, fighting for each others taste.

Gail touched him again, wrapping her fingers over him; he growled in her neck, ‘Richie, now, I can’t wait.’ Her tongue licking his ear then neck, kissing the chords that stood out with his determination not to make it a fast fuck. Her other hand reached to his back and she racked her nails up it, digging them in, he flinched but groaned loudly, his eyes rolled back again and his control snapped!

He moved over her, his knee thrusting between her thighs pushing him roughly between them, his finger snaked downwards; there he breathed a sigh of relief at the wetness he found.

Gail felt those long fingers brush over her clit and push into her, her orgasm shot through her, her legs tensing, back arching off the bed, her breath locked into her lungs, and on it went as he slowed his ministrations, waiting for her to come down.

And just as she finally returned to earth, he thrust into her, she felt like she was being ripped in two, but in a fucking good way. They both froze as emotions and feelings crashed over them.

He held still, the strain of not pulling out and slamming back into her again and again was telling on him. Then as he tried to hold back, she moved, well her internal walls did, gripping him and then the rolled her hips and he was lost!

She felt him loose it and smiled about damn time! He pulled all the way out, then slammed back into her, he rose to his hands to get more thrust, his hardened dick impaling her, again and again. Gail locked her legs about his waist and her arms about his neck, as he fucked her hard, riding her, grinding into her.

He kissed her, then sat on his haunches, arching her back, Gail looked down to where their bodies join and licked her lips and swallowed, he looked so damn beautiful, she locked her ankles at his back and with his hands on her hips he started to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her onto him every time he thrust forward.

Gail watched him thrust into her, and her breathing quickened, she felt like she was running a marathon, under water, everything slowed down except Richie’s movements. The way he stretched her, each thrust taking him deeper into her, hitting that elusive spot deep inside. But even as he pounded into her, she knew there was still a tiny bit of restraint holding him.

She reached for his neck, hooked her arm about it, pushed off the bed with the other till she pulled herself onto his lap and firmly onto his dick, her mouth pressing open kisses to his neck, her nails scoring down his back, she bit the lobe of his ear, ‘Harder.’ Was all she could say?

The blood roared in his ears and even though he thought control had already snapped he was surprised the growl ripped from his throat, he fell forward taking her with him and proceeded to fuck her silly, riding her fast and furious, mouths attacking anything they could reach.

He slammed into her again and again, always wanting more, deeper, he tilted her hips and went deeper still and that was when his orgasm shot through him, he came, his head thrown back as cry breaking him lips, distantly he heard Gail’s scream as she came, clamping down on him, drawing out his orgasm even more, before he collapsed on top of her, spent like never before.

Gail’s breathing was erratic, sweat rolled between her breast, and she held Richie to her, holy hell that man knew how to make love to a woman! She was certain she’d never be able to walk straight for the next few days. But she grinned and held him tighter, feeling him drop a kiss on her chest.

They both sighed, and he gently rolled off and out of her, gathering her to him, breathing in her scent, he leisurely kissed her lips and tucked her head into the crook of his neck, pulled her cooling body flush against him, then he thought better, put her away from him and reached over to grab the duvet, pulling it over them as he pulled her back to him and repositioned her to his liking.

Within minutes they were both fast asleep.

Chapter 26

Gail was laughing, she’d never played hide and seek before, well not with a full blown man, her heart was pounding, and she could hear his footsteps pounding up and down corridors. As he neared the kitchen, she opened the secret backstairs door, used decades ago by maids and butlers, and nipped through it, pushing it closed and laughing out loud in exhilaration at the thought of his ‘capturing’ her and making her pay.

Richie heard her laugh and shot into what turn out to be the kitchen, and damn it was like the rest of the house, huge! He scanned around the room, taking in the black granite tops and the white wooden cupboards and the beautiful deep red of the walls, but no woman! Damnit where’d she go? Then he caught the faint sounds of footsteps walking upstairs. He walked towards a wall and put his ear to it, then walked the wall from one end to the other, and just as he thought he’d gone nuts he saw it! A small gap in the wall, he looked for a catch and couldn’t find one, so he pushed the wall and let go, it opened silently, he grinned and took of up them knowing this was where she’d gone.

By now Gail had made it to her room, closing the door a little more loudly than necessary, hell she didn’t want him to give up. She opened the patio doors and switched on her stereo, selecting some dark bluesy music, to make love by, or fuck his brains out, depending on how hot and bothered they got. She nipped into the bathroom and took care of her full bladder, looking back from the mirror was a flushed cheeked and wanton looking woman, lips puffy from kissing, hair that had had a man’s fingers playing with it, and her eyes, heavy with desire. And her stomach so knotted up and full of butterflies she didn’t know whether she’d make it to him finding her without throwing up! She held onto the sink and waited for the feeling to subside..

He’d heard the door slam too and grinned, his dick twitched, she wanted him to catch her, thank god, and hell he was getting to old for running after alluring creatures like this one. But damn it was fun! He got to the top of the stairs and walked through the door she’d left open and out onto a corridor, where all but one of the rooms had opened doors. He shook his head and chuckled, seems the lady wanted him to find her quickly.

He walked quickly and quietly up to the door and silently opened it. His ears were met by the low heavy beat of a guitar solo, his dick jumped in anticipation. He slid around the door and closed it without a noise, cocking his head he heard the water running in what must be the bathroom, and smiled, she’d not heard him, good!

He paced to the door like a panther stalking its prey and he all but slithered into the bathroom and up behind Gail, she looked a little worried, and so she should making him run! As his hands slid around her waist he whispered ‘Got ya.’ in her ear, both making her gasp and scream; he laughed darkly twirling her around and into his arms, his lips crushing hers his want had grown with the chase.

Gail’s brain registered the steel bands of his arms, then her brain fritzed out, and as he crushed her to him she melted into him; her arms wound about those massive, muscled shoulders. His tongue plundered her warm eager mouth, his hands grasped her ass and he backed her up, slamming her into the wall behind her, her head hitting the tiles made a dull thud, his body blanketing her front, she whimpered and her fingers yanked his hair hard in retaliation.

He heard her whimper and his head reared back, ‘Oh fuck darlin I didn’t mean to hurt you are you ok?’ He flushed red, sometimes he forgot to reign himself in, he never really let loose with anyone.

Gail looked at him nonplussed, hurt her? Damn she was in heaven all that man pressed into her, but his afraid look dragged her back from the lust that had over taken her. ‘Richie love, trust me when I say you’ve not hurt me! The only way I’m hurting is that you stopped kissing me.’ Her lips quirked up at the corners, and then into a pout.

Richie looked into her eyes and stammered to her ‘But…….but I wasn’t gentle……..your head hit the wall…..hell Gaz you could have concussion!’ He tried to move away from her.

Gail held him fast, he was going nowhere! ‘Richie I repeat, I’m okay, all that happened is a little rough play, talk about hitting my on switch, I’m not going to break when you manhandle me sweetheart.’ She grinned evilly at him, undulating her hips onto his waning shaft, making it twitch to life again.

He groaned, looked at her and finally heard she didn’t care that he was rough. ‘You’re sure?’

‘Oh for fucks sake Sambora, snap the hell out of it and kiss me!’ The fingers still in his hair twisted and pulled, he winced but got one hell of a message as she mashed her mouth to his. His mama never raised no fool, his hands went back to her ass and lifted her up so her legs clamped about his waist, locking onto him; she growled deep in her throat as she felt him grinding into her, growing, lengthening, hardening……she was soaked!

He chuckled as he heard the growl, she looked like a panther, all black hair and emerald eyes, he swallowed the chuckle as her hand ran from his shoulder, down till she burrowed into his shirt, till she found his nipples and scrapped them with her nails making him growl back at her.

Two could play that game. His right hand unclenched from her ass and slowly, tortuously gently made its way up her ribcage, he counted the ribs he found there with his fingertips. Gail’s breathe lodge in her throat when she realised what he was doing. Her legs that were wrapped around him keeping her off the ground started to weaken the nearer that hand got, she slipped a little and realising what had happened he pinned her more to the wall with his body. She nearly died with the force of need that shot through her.

Finally, he reached his goal and his palm lightly brushed the tip straining through the shirt. Gail groan, thrusting it towards him, wanting those large hands about her, not the light touches he was doing, he was driving her around the bend. He chuckled again at her impatience, she wanted more and wanted it now, no teasing required. Mind you what did they call what they’d been doing all damn day! With that thought, all thoughts of nice and gentle flew out the window!

Chapter 25

As they sat in the back Gail ran her hand down Richie’s hard thigh, making circles on it like she had earlier, he took that wandering hand, threaded his fingers through it kissed it again and held it on his lap. ‘Keep playin darlin and the drivers going to get an eyeful, just wait a lil.’

She huffed but grinned and they sat fingers stroking fingers till the taxi slammed to a halt in just over six minutes, Richie tipped him the hundred anyway, got out, unloading the bags and Gail, and then stood looking at the wrought iron gates in front of him.

The house was set well back from the road; it was a huge Victorian house. ‘Wow you own this?’ His passion put on the back burner for a minute! He knew she said she had money but not this much!

‘Yeah, Santa thought I’d been a good girl.’ She laughed; she could see he was impressed. ‘I used to see this house when I walked passed it each day when I started out, I always said I’d buy it one day. And voila I did about eight years ago, it had been run down and I fixed it up, it’s my refuge, my home.’

He grinned, ‘So you like the place then?’

‘A little.’ She walked to the wall and flipped open a panel, if you didn’t know it was there, you never would. A pin pad sat there and Richie being nosy crowded her, if he knew the code, he could get to her anytime, a smirk crossed his beautiful mouth.

Gail took a breath; with him standing right behind her, her brain was short circuiting a little, damn he only had to be near her for her to want to rip his clothes off! She punched in the code and the gates silently opened, she grabbed her bags and turned, bouncing off Richie! He was frowning and looking at the pin pad as something was bugging him.

‘What?’ She asked she’d got an inkling why he couldn’t get it.

He looked at her and then the pad, ‘What number did you punch in?’

‘One-one-zero-seven-five-nine.’ She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing at his confused look. The gate swung closed again, neither of them noticing.

She knew the moment it sank in and he’d turned the numbers about, his grin lit up his face, he leant down and wrapping his arms about her, bags and all, pulled her to him and kissed her; after a second his lips bussed hers once more and she looked into laughing chocolate playful puppy brown eyes, ‘Well darlin, I don’t think even I could forget that number.’

Gail blushed, ‘Yeah took you a while to realise it was your birthday didn’t it.’ She laughed and snuggled into him, loving the feel of his arms tight about her.

‘Well you English, have to change the damn numbers about!’ He sniffed loudly, she jabbed him in the ribs making his laugh. Then his chest puffed out, ‘You used my birthday, wait till I tell Jonny boy.’ He turned her to take her through the gates, laughed, leant passed her, opened the box punched the numbers in and the gate opened again, he ushered Gail through and keeping his arm about her walked her up the long drive way.

‘Honey, don’t get big headed, most Jovi girls use their favs birthday numbers for all sorts of things, its common.’

‘I am not common! I’m very special!’ He sniffed and looked affronted again.

Gail took the keys from her bag and unlocked the massive, daunting door, he looked disappointed it didn’t squeak and groan open, ‘Yes Richie, you are very special, and not in a good way!’ She scooted over the doorstep and into the house.

His stunned look turned into a fierce scowl and he growled deep in his throat, Gail took off running towards the back of the house as he crashed through the door, ‘Not nice lady, you’re gonna pay for that one!’

He stopped and looked about the massive entrance, which opened into a grand foyer. Two staircases rose from either side, meeting at the top. He glanced about for her, she’d gone, he grinned, he liked to stalk his prey sometimes. He dumped the bags and listened.

He heard her dirty laugh, ‘Gotta find me first before you can make me pay Richie love.’ His head whipped from side to side, which way, it sounded like it came from everywhere at once. Richie love huh, he thought, not as bad as it could have been, he laughed loudly and took off to the right, damn this place was huge.

Chapter 24

‘Someone better tell me what the hell’s going on before I start shouting!’ Her gazed bounced from the pure devil look in Jon’s eyes to Richie’s grinning face to her friend’s laughter, ‘And for god’s sake stop looking at me like I’m a piece of chocolate cake!’ That was said to Jon who to be honest, was looking at her just like she’d described!

‘But darlin, you just said, out loud, and I quote, you’re saving the back putting out for me.’ His grin grew wider as Fee tried to back up through her friend going bright red, then she stopped and stood stock still, they could see her brain flick a switch and she pursed her lips and licked them, Jon’s dick twitched to life.

Fee took stock of the men about her, what the hell was her problem? She’d lusted after the blonde one for decades and here he was! She’d always said if she ever got hold of him she’d snap him in two trying to fuck him to death, and she was trying to run from him! Nope, not going to happen, she’d been known to eat men up and spit out their bones, why should he be any different?!

Fee moved from her friends embrace, and locking eyes with Jon, she ran her fingers through her shoulder length shaggy cut red hair; this pushed her already generous breast upwards and threatened to spill them out. She saw Jon’s eyes fall down and he swallowed hard, then harder as she righted her shirt, taking it lower, and as he started to salivate she turned towards Gail and grinned at her friend as she cocked her hip making her ass twitch in her tight jeans.

‘So how the hell have you got not one, but two of the men we’ve always dreamed of fucking, and have you?’

Behind her back Richie and Jon shared a quick raised brow at each other and grinned. Jon liked this woman, forth right and full of fun seemed to encompass her.

‘They’ve done everything but fuck each other.’ Jon said which had Fee twirling back to him, eyes sparkling with fun and devilment, just like his own were.

‘Shit shorty, did you have to say that!’ Gail coloured prettily and rolled her eyes.

‘Well baby its true, and Fee darlin she’s also had her hands all over me.’ He winked at Fee who swung back to her girlfriend.

‘Hands on the Jovi, bloody hell Gee and you didn’t ring me? Some best mate you are. Spill it sistah, is that body as hard and muscled as it looks, and the fur, what’s it feel like?’ Before Gail could answer she swung back to Jon, walking towards him, stalking him like he did to women! ‘And when do I get to pet it?’ She pouted at him, fluttering her lashes at him.

‘Well darlin, how about you take me out back while the love-birds shop, and you can rub the………fur.’ He waggled his brows at her and leered, ‘All you want.’

Fee’s jaw dropped, then snapped back, was he serious? In for a penny in for a pound she thought, and she held her hand to him, ‘Let’s go blondie.’

As Jon’s fingers caressed her palm and lightly touched her hand, they both felt the electricity run up their arms and blue eyes clashed with grey, both checking the other felt it. They grinned and Fee turned, pulled his hand over her shoulder, so their locked fingers brushed her cheek, and led him towards the back. ‘Gee, flip the closed sign, and if you hear screaming, don’t come running! Unless you want to be blinded!’ and with that they walked out of the door towards the back of the store Jon’s laughter ringing in their ears.

‘Damn you girls work fast don’t ya?’ Richie came up behind her looping his arms about her waist and nuzzling her neck.

‘Rich, I think you need to rescue Jon.’

He laughed and hugged her, ‘He’ll cope, she’ll be mush in minutes.’

She leaned back into him as his teeth scraped and nibbled the skin at the line of her jaw, his hands coming up to brush the sides of her breasts, making her arch into them. ‘I doubt it; she’s a bit of a man eater. It’ll be Jon who will be a gibbering idiot.’ She gasped as he skimmed his palms over her nipples, making a lazy circle over them, then moving back to her waist and his mouth latched onto her tender flesh at her collar bone and branded her.

Gail moaned, god help her, she was a biter and liked to be bitten too, not hard, but what he was doing to her and her knickers wetter than being in a shower! She pulled away from his warmth, making him frown; she walked to the door, flipped the sign and locked the door, pulling the blind down. She turned, grinned at his pout and ran back towards him, launching herself into his arms and wrapping her long legs about his waist, her mouth attacking his.

Richie had braced himself when he realised what she was going to do, now she covered his front, his fingers biting into her ass to hold her to his burgeoning erection, he turned and found the counter, sliding her ass onto it he found her legs tightened about him even more

‘Darlin….’ Richie leant back from her wanton mouth, trying to calm both of them, ‘I’m sorry, but I am not taking you on the counter of your friends store! Not going to…..ah……..shit……..happen……Christ that feels………woman stop it!’

‘Nope, I want to play!’ Gail’s fingers and mouth followed each other, from his neck to his chest, where she’d already got his shirt open, over his nipples and as her hands headed south Richie grabbed both of them and pulled them to his lips and he kissed both before keeping them where they couldn’t send his brain into overdrive, like his libido already was!

‘Gail, as much as I want to have your breasts bare in my hands and my mouth on them, I want a bed either under us or near us.’

She wanted that too, but damnit her hormones weren’t listening to her brain, her heart was shouting take me and damn the consequences! ‘We could leave them here……and head to my place…it’s not that……’

‘How near?’

‘Ten minutes…’

Before she could finish Richie had her on her feet and pushing her towards the back door, he banged on it and shouted to Jon he’d meet him later, turned walked her to the racks of clothes, ‘Pick something and lets get the hell outta here!’ His chocolate brown eyes looking molten with the passion he was controlling.

Gail didn’t have to be told twice she grabbed the skirt and top she’d seen the other day, pulled the tags off and wrote a note saying ‘bill me for these, see you at the party, if you can walk.’ Quickly folding and putting them in a bag, they grabbed the others and head for the door, Richie nearly running her out, slamming the door behind them making sure it was locked.

He stood at the kerb, and let out a piercing whistle and a taxi screeched to a halt and he bundled Gail into the thing and made her give to cabbie her address and Rich told him if he could make it in under five he’d give him a hundred. They both slammed to the back as the taxi took off!