Sunday 25 January 2009

Chapter 33

He quickly went to his door, swiped the card and let himself in, and stopped. She stood there with her jeans on and one of his shirts, a baby blue one, from the wardrobe, and she was inhaling his scent from it with a little smile on her lips. With the light shining through the window the red in her hair caught fire slamming into his gut with an iron fist. ‘Mornin baby.’ It came out husky and full of latent desire lacing it. Good god her hair was damp which meant she’d grabbed a shower, the thought of her naked and in his shower nearly had his dick jumping out his jeans and hopping on its own over to her and beg her to let it fuck her! Sweet Jesus!

Lucky gasped and her eyes shot to his, blushing at being caught sniffing his clothes, ‘Good morning, or very nearly afternoon.’

‘I see you’ve already started raiding my wardrobe.’ He sighed heavily and loudly, damn he so wanted to sweep her into his arms and kiss the living daylights out of her, but he wasn’t sure about that.

She smirked, ‘Well seeing as I didn’t get to go home last night, and I’ve sent my top down to the laundry for a quick once over, I needed something to cover me.’ She looked at him under her lashes, holy crap what a gorgeous piece of manhood he was. When she’d finally woken up she’d jerked into a sitting position and realised she’d been stripped down and put to bed like a child. She’d been mortified, but then she’d seen his note and also the pillow next to her looked like he’d used it. She’d grinned at the thought he’d stayed with her, any normal man would probably listen to her baggage then either thrown her out or run screaming for the hills, but not David. She vaguely remembered snuggling her back into a warm solid mass, and steel bands about her. She’d dreamt of being safe and loved, but it was a dream, wasn’t it?

‘Well I like it better on you than me.’ He walked over to her and using it as an excuse to touch her, straightened the collar out, her hair shifting over his fingers like a river of silk. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing of the nights before sadness in them, they looked clear and happy. He couldn’t help himself, she looked so good, he leant forward ‘Mornin.’ And this time gently laid his lips to hers, not taking it deeper, loving the feel of her lips moulding to his.

She couldn’t help herself, her arms raised and locked about his neck, and with a moan and calling himself several kinds of asshole; he deepened the kiss, pulling her into his strong arms, fitting her to his hard planes. He felt her melt against him and his brain shut down and his control slipped. As it hit the no turning back stage he took her arms from his neck and gently setting her away from him, deep breathing all the while trying to calm himself down. It wasn’t easy, but he needed to show her he didn’t want a quick fuck from her!

Lucky looked at him and frowned, then blushed, of course he wouldn’t want her after all that shit she’d heaped on him last night, she hung her head trying to hold back the flood of tears his not wanting her caused. ‘As soon as my shirts back I’ll be on my way, excuse me for a second would you. Don’t let your brunch go cold.’ And with that she bolted for the bathroom.

He stood there stunned, what the hell had gone wrong this time? He closed his eyes and replayed everything he’d done or said since entering the room. His brain screeched to a halt, reversed and then he started swearing out loud! She ran because she thought he didn’t want her, he’d bet Jon’s house on it!

He quickly walked to the door and tapped on it, ‘Lucky darlin are you okay?’ Nothing. Then he heard it shit she was crying! Without thinking he tried the door, it was open, pushing it he walked in, and there sat in the corner farthest from the door was Lucky, trying to cry silently so he wouldn’t hear her. Cursing himself he walked over, sat down next to her and lifted her into his lap. ‘Lucky, sweetheart, don’t cry please!’ he took a breath and she carried on crying burying her face in his neck, the hot tears ran down his throat, damn!

He started talking quickly trying to get her to listen to him. ‘I’m sorry baby; I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. Damn I was trying not to rush you then I go and kiss you like a drowning man. I don’t want to freak you out, but when I saw you there, you just looked so tempting I needed a small sample just to keep me going. But I couldn’t keep it simple! No I had to go off the handle and ravage you. God it’s no good when you’re about I think only with my dick and my heart, my brain just caves in, it can’t cope! I want you, but I’m willing to wait till you’re ready for the physical part of our relationship. So much for courting you!’ He took a breath and nearly hyperventilated himself into an early grave when he noticed she was quite and had stopped crying.

Lucky sat there wrapped in his arms, and tried to take in what he’d said. From the sound of it, he wasn’t trying to get rid of her at all, in fact the way he was talking, it sounded like, well, and he thought there was more to them, and that he couldn’t control himself around her. Did he mean it, courting her?

He sat there with her in his arms for what seemed like hours, but it was only minutes, he couldn’t seem to help himself and he kissed her hair, breathing in his own scent, he grinned she’d used his shampoo, he hugged her closer, grinning stupidly.

Sunday 18 January 2009

Chapter 32

David started out of his deep sleep with the thought he was holding someone in his arms, he snuggled closer and realised her ass was pulled tight into him, and his morning hard on was begging for release! He carefully opened his eyes and realised that warm and soft body belonged to Lucky, he sighed with contentment looking at her hair splayed over the pillow and buried his face in it, damn she smelt good!

She moved in her sleep and his breath whooshed out, damn his dick! If she hadn’t been wearing her panties he’d be balls deep in her by now, and given last night that would be a very bad thing.

He watched her still sleeping soundly in his arms; she was on her left side, curled into him, seeking his warmth and touch. Her arm was over his, and he swallowed hard when he figured out where the damn hand was, cupping her right breast! Shit he really must be a damn masochist! But even as he was telling his hand to move, it gently squeezed that soft beautiful mound and he stifled another groan at the feel and the weight of it there, perfect fit. He needed to get out of there now, before he did something stupid, like kiss her bare, smooth shoulder in front of him, turn her and kiss her awake as he slid deep into her. Fuck, fuck, fuck his brain screamed at him, pack it the fuck it you moron and let go of the woman snuggled in your arms!!

He gently pulled his arm from about her, making her moan in her sleep and try to scoot back into his arms, David shot out of the bed and landed on his ass before he changed his mind. Rubbing said butt he stood and stared at her again, god she was beautiful and for his own sanity he needed to leave the room, now!

He flew through his ablutions and if Lucky had woken she’d have seen him one arm in his shirt, one out and the funny part was him hopping about, trying to stay up right as he got his leg in his jeans at the same time, hoping to make a fast escape before she woke. He needed to talk this out.

But as his hand hit the handle of the door, he smacked his forehead and snuck back to her using the hotel note pad left a quick note.

Hey sweetheart, don’t run away I’ll be back soon as, but in case you wake before I get back here’s my cell number……

If you’re hungry phone down and order brunch and then ring me and I’ll come straight back.

Don’t leave!

Miss you already.

D. x


He put it on his pillow and mentally flipping himself the bird, he leant over and kissed her shoulder, then back pedalled as she sighed in and tried to move into his arms. With one last look he headed out, making sure his cell was on; he’d been known to leave it off for days; then as an after thought grabbed the key card.

He walked to Jon’s door and banged on it; grinning he could hear swearing from where he stood, then his face fell as he thought back over last night. The door cracked open and there stood a bleary eyed Jon, no gym for him this morning. ‘What the fuck do you want Lema?’ He growled at David, then took in his serious face of his brother and opened the door the full way and let him in. ‘Aw bro did you have to answer the damn door naked?’ David threw his hands over his eyes; Jon snickered and flipped him the bird.


Jon sleepwalked to the phone and growled for coffee to be sent up as soon as, then left David as he went and grabbed his sweats, splashed water on his face and scrubbed his teeth. Bare foot and shirtless he walked back to the sitting room and David had just let the waiter out after delivering their coffee.

David poured and handed Jon his black coffee while he loaded his with cream and sugar. Jon all but inhaled his first cup, getting the next one himself. ‘Okay, spill did you loose her again?’ Jon’s voice husky and rough from being woken, he blinked his eyes wide trying to wake up.

David’s eyes closed as he pictured her in his bed, and groaned, ‘Nope, she’s in my bed as we speak.’

Jon choked on his coffee and his eyes wide with shock took in David’s appearance, ‘Okay, why do I think that’s not all that good, come on tell me.’

By the time David relayed all that had gone on last night Jon just sat there in shock, ‘Holy fuck bro, what are you gonna do?’ Jon admired Lucky for telling David everything before they got any deeper. Most women would fuck them and not care till they woke the following morning and went ape shit. It had happened before, many years ago.

David heaved a huge sigh, and thought about it for many minutes and just as he went to answer his phone rang, Beethoven played loudly, it gave out a cell number and he realised not knowing it, it must be Lucky, ‘Hello. Hey angel, how are you doing? Okay, I’ll be there in a minute or so, you’ve ordered brunch, good, see you in a few.’ Smiling like a loon he hung up and looked at Jon. ‘Court her!’

‘Seriously?’ Jon’s jaw nearly hit the coffee table, but he knew that look in Davey’s face, determination and, well, love, holy hell!

‘Yeah, she’s nervous about being with someone other than her husband, and she’ll probably use him as a guide to see my many flaws. But I’m not letting her go, something about her won’t let me do that, I have to see what will happen. Now if you excuse me I have one hot looking woman I need to get back to, and you just won’t measure up! Plus she’s feeding me.’ He winked and headed for the door only to stop and growl as Jon spoke.

‘Hope she’s ordered enough to feed four hungry men!’ A smug look plastered itself over his face.

‘Don’t. Fuckin. Try. It! Kidd! She could run for the hills seeing you assholes. Just give us a break, I don’t want to loose her before I can tame and capture her.’

Jon made the ‘not guilty for what happens’ shrug and then made a barffing sound at David’s words. David slammed out the door and thought about dragging Lucky out of the room and going out for brunch, then sighed praying Jon didn’t.

Sunday 11 January 2009

Chapter 31

Lucky was very nervous, they’d been on the verge of making love and he didn’t know a thing about her. David asked if she wanted a drink, he was having a whiskey straight! The way she was twisting her fingers together and cracking them, just like he did when he was nervous, made him think this was big. Lucky took a whiskey straight too, she needed something, and the tension in the room was palpable.

They settled on the couch, facing each other and sipping their drinks, Lucky swallowed, okay here goes she thought.

As she took a breath she looked into David’s eyes and started to laugh, the look of total fear in them left her giddy that what she was going to tell him wasn’t that bad, and as the tears flowed down her cheeks and laughter rang out David went from fearful to confused and concerned!

‘Lucky darlin you need to stop laughing your ass of at me and tell me what the hells going on!’ Now he was getting pissed.

‘Oh David I’m sorry.’ She inhaled, trying to catch her breath. ‘But the look on your face, well it looked like you were in front of a firing squad!’ she snickered again, but didn’t go into full blown laughter again.

‘It feels like it! Now tell me why we stopped where we were?’ He took a large gulp of his drink and waited.

Lucky collected her thoughts and dived in. ‘Well all you know about me is I’m a music teacher and a Jovi fan, nothing more. I know nearly everything about you that’s out there.’ She wondered how to broach this and really there wasn’t any other way than straight out.

‘I had been married for just under twenty years till four years ago. And for over five years I’ve not made love, and I’m bloody nervous!’ She rushed through her words and ground to a halt, she put her glass down before she dropped it with nerves.

David’s jaw went slack. She’d been married, well of course she would have been she was a warm and generous woman, twenty years? Shit! Then his brain registered the last part. ‘You’ve not made love to anyone in the last five years? Why the hell not?’

Lucky started to spill the rest of her past, like a dam breaking. ‘You need to know the whole thing, will you listen?’

‘Of course I will, tell me.’ He took hold of her hands to stop them from twisting, they were cold, and he scooted nearer her and waited.

‘I met Peter when I was twenty-two, by the time I was twenty-three we were married. He was the love of my life. When he found out I had a Jovi obsession, I’d found 7800 Degrees by chance and that was it; he teased me mercifully for weeks after he found out. Later in our marriage he used to refer to you as the second man in my life.’ She laughed and David squeezed her hands hoping she’d continue.

‘I told him if any man was second it was him, you’d been in my life way before he was. Life flew by and it was damn good! I used to drag him to Jovi concerts, but he really liked you guys, he said he’d been brain washed with all the music I played, if not records and cd’s, on the piano, he was the one who suggested my necklace, but I didn’t go thorough with it till last year!’ She leant her head on his shoulder and he hugged her close letting her tell their story with interruption.

‘One day not many years ago, he came home feeling rough, he went down hill fast. Up till then he’d been incredibly healthy, where I used to catch a sniffle at one hundred paces!’ She laughed again but he knew her heart wasn’t in it. He thought at first he’d left her for another woman, now he realised he’d just gone.

‘They ran test and informed us he’d got bowl and liver cancer, he was already in stage four, nothing could be done for him. I watched him go from a vibrant physically fit man, to a walking skeleton, doped up on pain meds within months. He lost his laughter, pain was all he knew. I couldn’t sleep in the same bed as he did because of the tubes and monitors about him.’ She took a deep shuddering breath; this was harder on her than she ever thought it would be she’d not talked about Peter, like this, in years.

David was stunned, she’d been with this man for nearly twenty years, and he could feel the love and pain in her voice to loose him like that must have ripped her apart.

‘He died in my arms, he asked me to hold him for the first time in over a year, just to be close to him. I crawled in behind him and slipped my legs around him so he was cradled to me and sat like it for several hours, stroking his forehead and I talked about the things we’d done, the places we’d been and people we’d met, he lay there listening. The nurse came in while I was telling him what the kids had been learning in school, she checked him like she always did; then told me he’d passed. He’d gone not long after I’d started to talk to him.’ A sob ripped from her throat, and tears she’d never shed for him streamed down her face.

David pulled her onto his lap and sat there, holding her while her grief over took her; his heart broke for this vibrant woman in his arms. His fingers automatically stroked her hair, just like he did for Gabby or Lily when they were in pain. ‘How long has he been gone?’

‘Four years last December twentieth.’ She buried her face into his warm neck and cried some more. She’d not cried as they buried him, she’d showed no emotions whatsoever, if she had done they’d never have stopped her. She’d buried her heart with him, the only time she showed emotion was at the piano, and there she’d pounded the ivory and cried silently, but not much, till now! As much as she wanted to jump into bed with David, she couldn’t without telling him her past.

He realised that she’d not made love to Peter since he’d been diagnosed, that was a hell of a long time to go without the warmth of another human next to you, holding you, keeping you safe. He held her tighter, talking nonsense at her till he realised she’d gone limp, she’d fallen asleep. He sighed, at least he understood now, she may have seemed to want to make love to him the first time, and just a while ago, they’d met and he’d walked away, but he really wondered now if they would have gone through with it; Peter would be in the back of her mind, and he doubted she had ever had a quick fuck before, and he sure wasn’t starting that with her now. He lay his head on the back of the couch, closed his eyes and prayed for some guidance, then he picked her up and carried her into his room and into his bed.

He quickly stripped her down the her underwear, trying, and failing, to treat her like his kids again, he couldn’t help himself as he looked at her laying there in her white silk panties and bra, prayin again for the strength to cover her up. He did, but he couldn’t bring himself to be a martyr and sleep on the couch, fuck it he was a man after all. So his stripped down to his boxers, and slid in next to her, she rolled to his heat and snuggled into his arms, she sighed deeply in her sleep and kissed his chest, he prayed like the devil was after him!

Saturday 3 January 2009

Chapter 30

‘And that would be bad, why?’ She laughed and David’s heated gaze turned to humour.

He took a towel to his hair and quickly dried it, ‘Because I want, no need, longer than a few minutes to make love to you my angel.’ As he reached for the shirt that had been left out for him, it was yanked from his grasp.

‘Oh hell no you are not wearing that!’ Lucky snatched the gaudy coloured green and yellow shirt from his hands and threw it into the corner of the room, replacing it with a white billowy one with silver threads shooting through it. She’d spotted it as they’d walked in.

David grinned and pulled it on, he left two buttons undone, then hissed as her fingers touched his skin as she undid three more, he looked down at those fingers that were gently running over the bit of ‘Joker’ tattoo you could see now she’d undone the buttons. ‘So baby you like to see my tat do you?’ His fingers clamped hers to his hot, hard chest, stilling them before she drove him insane.

She couldn’t speak she just nodded and as the gap closed Richie’s head poked about the door, ‘Hey Lemma, darlin you’re gonna have to leave him so he might just walk out onto the stage. And Christ man you look, well, normal!’ He ducked as David threw a sopping wet towel at his head.

David held out his hand to her, ‘You’re comin with me aren’t you?’

Lucky grasped his hand and held on, ‘Well I don’t want you loosing me any more, the guys might just kill you!’ Laughing they walked out of the room and ran towards the stage as the others stood there grinning at them, Jon trying to look pissed, but failing when he saw how Lucky looked at David. Thank god they’d found her again!

At the side of the stage she was handed over to stand between Mike and Mark, with a fast kiss a smiling David took to the stage and they rattled through We Got it Going On, Any Other Day and I Love This Town. He watched as all the time Lucky sang her heart out, he saw her fingers play out the tune, subconsciously, on her leg, arm or just in the air, he’d love to see how well she actually played. He drooled as she bumped and grind to the beat, punching the air with the crowd through WGIGO, damn she could shake her money maker way better than Jon!

They walked off again, David heading to Lucky and hugging her tightly too him before they walked back on for a second encore of Saturday Night and Wanted.

All too soon for Lucky they stood to take their bows and adulation from the roaring crowd, she screamed and clapped and whooped along with everyone else. Mike and Mark just stood there laughing their asses off.

The group walked off stage, the crowd begging for more, David sweeping Lucky into his arms and kissing her silly was the last thing the crowd saw of them beamed onto the big screens, the crowd clapped, so did the rest of his brothers.

They headed, not to the backstage like before, but straight out the doors into cars and off to the hotel. Before the door to the car closed David had hauled a protesting Lucky into his arms and kissed her till she went limp in his powerful arms.

‘Damnit David, my bike!’ This led to David searching for the keys, asking where the bike was and throwing the keys at a grinning Mike, who snapped out a salute and ran for it before she could comprehend what was going on. And to make sure she stayed un-pissed, David dragged her back into his arms and enfolded her once again to his sweaty, hot chest. She didn’t protest!

‘Christ Dave can’t you let her up for air, and hell man I feel like I’m a voyeur!’ Tico moaned. David told him if he didn’t like it to either turn away or get out, Teek turned away just as Lucky’s fingers latched onto David’s curls and pulled him back down to kiss her.

‘Okay, seriously you’re makin me blush!’ Tico laughed, they were to busy to really care.

Lucky pulled back and blushed at Tico, ‘Sorry, David, behave!’ She yelped as his long fingers closed gently over her breast and flexed. She slapped his hand and gave him a stare that would have made any of her kids run for it, he just laughed, kissed her and pulled her in for a hug, then kept her at his side.

‘Better old man?’ He grinned at Tico, who just rolled his eyes.

When the car stopped he nearly picked Lucky up and carried her into the hotel, stopping to get his key card, telling Tico later, and quickly heading to the lift before Jon and the others arrived, no way was he sitting at the party with Lucky smouldering for the next few hours!

‘David, what about the party, won’t Jon be pis..’

‘Jon can kiss my ass!’ And with that he pulled her into the lift and plastered her to the wall and him to her front his mouth showing her just how much he was glad she’d come back to him, his fingers in her hair holding her head captive so he could kiss her stupid!

All Lucky could do was hold on tight and enjoy the ride!

The bell dinged and the door opened and before she could take a step he’d picked her up and ran down the corridor with her, she couldn’t stop laughing, the laughter dried up as his key card slid home and he opened the door.

He held it open, ‘It’s up to you Lucky, I don’t want to rush you….aw hell yes I do, but if you don’t want me to make love to you say so now and we’ll go back to the party.’

Her hand cupped his cheek and she kissed him, ‘I want you David, but I think before we do make love, we need to talk. Then if you still want me, I’m yours!’

He took her hand and led her into his room, closing the door, wondering what she would tell him.