Chapter 35

David had never lost his temper with a woman like he wanted to with Lucky; he was appalled and horny all at the same time. She’d pissed him off with that Sambora crack and he’d seen red, she needed to understand how pissed he was with her!

He dragged her into the bedroom and slammed the door, thought better of it and stuck his head back out and told his brothers to fuck off, they just grinned. He slammed the door again and yanked his hand clamped to Lucky’s wrist and slammed her none too gently up against the wall making her squeal in shock.

His body followed hers and he stood flush against her, watching a blush stain her cheeks and her breathing hitch. She flicked a glance to his face from beneath her lashes and he was done for at the heat radiating from them.

He grabbed her other wrist, passed it to the hand that already held the other, gripping it fairly tightly he raised them above her head, pushing them into the wall, making her back arch out and her breasts thrusting into his chest. He roughly shoved a leg between hers, and she bit her bottom lip. He heard the door slam and knew they were alone, and he knew he should slow down and become gentle but she’d pushed him way too far for that now.

His free hand went to her throat, enclosing it, he could nearly fit his fingers about her whole neck, he squeezed a little, and he felt rather than heard her breath catch, her breast pushing forward, her whole body shuddered.

His fingers squeezing her throat, first scared the hell out of her, and then turned her on even more! Was that kinky? Whatever is was she didn’t care as long as he was with her.

Lucky didn’t dare look at him, she’d pushed, now he’d dish out her punishment, and Christ she so wanted it! Peter had never been rough with her that was the first and only thought of him. At this minute she was so turned on she’d probably cum on his leg. He must have heard her thoughts as he moved his leg upwards, rubbing the denim of her jeans against her most sensitive part. She could feel the wetness coating her jeans, her panties were in the bathroom, drying.

He heard her whimper at his legs movement and grinned evilly. He trailed his hand to her collar bone and to her shoulder, pushing the shirt out of the way, his mouth ravished the flesh he’d uncovered, biting and licking. With her hands against the wall her breasts were straining the buttons of the shirt as most of it was trapped against the wall. His long fingers drifted downwards, a butterfly’s kiss of pressure as he passed over her protruding nipple had her moaning deep in her throat. But they didn’t stop and caress, they headed for the buttons and he started to undo them. When flesh appeared he touched, lightly, rubbing in circles. By now Lucky’s head was thrashing from side to side, he ground his leg into her more. He could feel the heat on his leg and his dick got harder than it had ever been.

The shirt now lay open, his fingers ghosting over her soft, dampened skin, but instead of stopping, they reached for her belt, then the buttons popped open, he continued to move his mouth from onside of her neck to the other, never kissing her mouth, kissing her wouldn’t be a punishment, not kissing her was driving her mad wanting to feel his tongue filling her mouth, those luscious lips tangling with hers; but he wouldn’t!

Her breath crammed to a halt as he slowly moved the zipper downwards.

David bit back a groan as he teased her with his fingers and leg; she was now rubbing herself against his leg, trying to get the friction to take her over the edge and into oblivion. He wasn’t going to let that happen, and moved it away from her, she moaned, he grinned.

When he’d undone her jeans he put his hand on the side and pushed them down, working his way around her, pushing at the waistband till he couldn’t reach any further round unless he let go of her hand, not gonna happen!

His hand went to her neck again, and he ran one finger from throat to where her jeans opened in one swift movement, making her arch out towards him; she was whimpering as he stopped making circular patterns on her stomach, then he wandered it further and mentally he shouted ‘holy fuck’ when we encountered no panties, he swallowed, praying that little fact didn’t short circuit his brain further and end up with him tossing her over the dresser and hammering into her…………..he took a deep breath at that picture, reigning in his control.

He worked two fingers passed the jeans and rubbed them down and up her soaking slit, he bit her neck as they slipped deeply into her warmth. He felt her walls clamp down on his fingers and she convulsed about him as her orgasm over took her; he looked at her and saw her eyes rolling back in her head and her mouth open in a silent scream. He pumped his fingers harder, not giving her time to recover, his thumb found her clit and flicked over it several times, sending her over again and again, orgasms flowing and crashing into one another.

She was begging him, incoherently, to take her, wanting him to kiss her and let her hands go, he held on. He finally pulled his fingers from her, raised them to his mouth and licked them clean; Lucky watched on, her pupils completely dilated.

He gently let her hands fall to her sides, she couldn’t move them, they were like mush.

His fingers found the loop on her opened jeans, hooked through and with a tug pulled her off the wall and towards the bed. She stumbled then righted herself, the fire in her stomach burning brighter again as he moved her to the bed. Christ, she’d never make it through the next round without combusting into pieces.

Chapter 34

Lucky sighed and inhaled his scent again, ‘Damn it David you really should throw me the hell out! I’ve done nothing by cry all over you for the last few hours, it’s fucking embarrassing!’ Not to mention the amount of time she’d bawled her eyes out over the last week!

She felt his deep chuckle, and snuggled more into his neck. ‘Lucky, angel, I wouldn’t have swapped these last few hours for anything. I can see you don’t really open up much and keep things close to your chest.’ He glanced down at said chest and mentally groaned, ripping his eyes from the shadowed cleavage he saw, wondering how the hell his shirt looked so damn sexy on this woman? ‘And honestly, I feel honoured that you told me about Peter, and I don’t care that you cried it shows you’re human.’ He kissed the top of her head, and hugged her tighter.

‘I always knew you were the Joker, but I never took you for a masochist!’ She snickered lightly, he wasn’t running, and he felt so warm and safe, then in a whisper, thinking she really had heard wrong, ‘And what do you mean court me? And I quite like it when you think with your dick.’ She chuckled louder.

He groaned again, damn she’d caught that, he sighed and she dug him in the ribs, ‘Woman you are going to be the death of me, talking like that. And as for the courting, I want to see if we have a future, to see where this could lead. I haven’t felt like this about anyone.’

‘What not even April?’ Lucky mentally slapped herself for bring up his ex, but she couldn’t help herself.

He hugged her again, ‘No darlin, not even my ex. You bring out the protective and needy side of me; I’m not sure the others like it very much. Especially the whining and bitchy part, but now you’re here; I think I can control it. Controlling the urge to touch and kiss you, well that may take some time to knock on the head…’

Lucky reared back and glared at him; ‘Why the fuck would you want to control that?’ she really was confused now.

‘Because I don’t want to rush you into anything! This will be the first, and hopefully the only, relationship since Peter. We need to take it easy, make sure you’re comfortable with it.’ He glanced at her and his mouth dropped; she looked, well, pissed! Now what the fuck had he done?

She gave him a shove and stood up, walking out of the bathroom, ‘So I get no say in this then? Shit David, I am comfortable with this! If I wasn’t I wouldn’t ]be here! And how in god’s green earth do you think we can see where this goes? You’re on tour, you know, several gigs in a country then hop a plane to wherever the hell’s next on your list! So tell me oh curly one, how is this going to work, hmm?’ She stood there hands on hips, fuming and waiting for him to tell her.

He had to bite back a grin, she’d have his balls, ‘Now darlin, calm down and let’s try to keep the shouting down a little, please.’ The way his luck was running his jackass brothers would hear her yelling.

‘I don’t want to calm down! And if the whole fucking hotel hears me, I DON’T CARE! As the words died there came a knock at the door, without a thought she turned and marched over, yanking the door open, ‘What?!’

The buss boy nearly jumped out of his skin, then he started to drool, damn she was a looker! He coughed and motioned to the cart in front of him, ‘Your breakfast madam.’ And started to push passed her.

‘But we’ve already got our brunch.’ She frowned down at him, then realised theirs might be a little cold by now.

‘This is the room we were told to bring it too.’ And he wheeled it over to the table, trying not feel the vibes coming off the couple, looked like he’d caught them mid argument.

‘But we’ve got ours!’ Lucky persisted, her back to the open door.

‘But we’ve not had ours yet!’ Two large arms snook about her waist and a face buried itself into her hair and she heard him inhale. ‘Damn baby you smell good!’ Richie laughed as he passed her, pecking her on the cheek and heading for the table.

David groaned, he should have known better, and Sambora acted like he’d heard none of what was being shouted, even though David saw the eyebrow cocked at him as ‘what the hells going on’, he shrugged and waited for Teek and Jon to show; it didn’t take them long.

‘Hey Lucky darlin how are you?’ Jon walked in a smirk on his face as he took in her folded arms and pissed off look.

‘Mornin querido.’ Tico growled as he ambled in, looking slightly nervous.

‘Coffee, darlin?’ Richie held the pot aloft and waited. The buss boy moved out and quietly closed the door.

Lucky glared at all of them, the others had fallen in beside David, she snorted, if they thought that would stop her, they’d got another thing coming!

Richie, Jon and Tico grabbed their drinks and sat, waiting for the drama to continue.


She ignored them and turned back to glare at David, ‘I told you about Peter so you’d understand why I’d be nervous about us having sex for the first time, and not hold it against me; not use it to withhold having sex with me completely!’

Whispered in the background:

RICHIE: Who the hells Peter?
JON: Husband.
TICO: She’s married?
JON: No.
RICHIE: Divorced?
Jon; *large sigh* No, she’s widowed.
RICHIE: Fuck!


David was hyper aware of his brothers, but… ‘Darlin I understand that, but..’

‘No buts’! For some damn reason I cried last night, but that didn’t mean for you to go into protective mode and decide that we can’t have sex, just cause I’ve not damn well done it for a while!’ She growled at him, hands on hips, his shirt gaping open.

RICHIE: No sex, how longs a while?’
JON:*rolls eyes* Several years, Peter was ill for a long while.
TICO: David thinks she’s not ready for making love then?
JON: Right Teek.
RICHIE: Jezz what a moron.
JON & TICO: Yep!
RICHIE: Ok is it me or does she look damn sexy at the minute?
JON & TICO: No she’s hot!

‘And you’re on tour, I keep saying it, you just don’t seem to hear me!’

‘Well you told Teek that you have some time off so you could come with us…’ David trailed off; he was trying to talk his dick into submission. With each breath she took and each hand/arm motion she did, he loved how she talked with her hands, hell her whole body; he just wanted to jump her!

‘And if I went with you, would I sleep in your room? And would there be more than sleeping?’ she cocked her head to one side.

RICHIE: I hope to fuck he says yes!
TICO: He ain’t that stupid! Is he?
JON: Well I always thought not, but just lately……

‘Lucky, I don’t want to push you into something you don………’

TICO: Yep he’s that fuckin stupid, chirst!
RICHIE: His balls are gonna be black and blue time she’s finished with him!
JON: The way he’s acting, she should walk out and never come back.
RICHIE, JON & TICO: all laughing quietly.

‘Holy fuck Rashbaum! Are you seriously that thick? Okay, looks like you are, so how about I come on tour with you, but room with Sambora? Least that way I know he’ll tend to my needs!’ She tossed her head and looked at the men sat agog and straighter on the couch, and smirked at them.

David saw red, no fucking way was she ever getting in Richie’s room let alone his bed! He started to advance on her, ‘Not. In. This. Fuckin. Lifetime. Are. You. Ever. Settin. Foot. Or. Anything. Else. In. His. Room!’ He didn’t stop to apologise to Richie, hell Richie knew he didn’t mean it, much any way.

Lucky felt a zing of fear and lust flash through her body, his face was thunderous, and she could feel herself get wetter. ‘Well you’re going to be acting like my father, so why don’t I try to enjoy myself with him? I’ve heard all the rumours about him, and I’m damn certain he wouldn’t throw me out of bed! Or not have sex with me! Just because I’m sexually unattractive to you, doesn’t mean I’m not to any other man!’ Lucky knew she was pushing him, but damn it she knew he wanted her and she wanted him; and he was intent on stopping her from, what, making a stupid mistake? Men!

RICHIE: Holy fuck, he’s going to explode!
TICO: Talk about knowin which of his buttons to press.
JON: Yeah, throwin Rich in there was a damn good bet.
RICHIE: Fuck you asshole.
TICO: Why, some years if it had a pulse you’d fuck it, and you’re telling us you’d pass over Lucky?
RICHIE: I hate you two assholes!

The blood vessels on David’s forehead became very pronounced as he tried to rein his temper in, through gritted teeth he started to vent. ‘I am not your father! And you are so fuckin far off base with that sexually unattractive to you shit I’m surprised you can keep a straight face! All I’ve been thinking about since I woke up this morning with your ass buried in my lap is how much I want to bury myself so fuckin deep in you I can never get out! And lady you just pushed me to fuckin far!’

He turned to the three grinning idiots on the couch, ‘Leave, now and don’t fuckin come back!’ With that he grabbed hold of Lucky’s wrist and dragged her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them.

RICHIE: Well hell, I think our boys finally snapped.
TICO: You think we need to rescue her?
JON: Nah, I think she’s pushed him to make him realise she wants him to make love to her.
RICHIE: Lucky bastard.
JON & TICO: Yeah.

The bedroom door opened and David poked his head out, ‘I said leave, now fuck off!’ The door slammed again, and then they heard what sounded like a squeal. All three jumped off the couch, Richie grabbed the cart and Tico the coffee and headed to Jon’s room to wait things out.

Richie nipped back and put a ‘do not disturb’ sign over the door handle. He didn’t want the hotel cleaners getting one hell of a shock.