A hot shower later Lucky stood in a towel wondering what the hell she was doing. She didn’t have anything but the clothes she stood up in!
‘Baby, I’ve just thought, there’s a boutique in the foyer, you haven’t brought clothes with you, so we need to go shopping! Get your beautiful ass in gear, and we can go get you something.’ David stopped when he saw her stood there staring at him, he did a quick check, yup his fly was done up.
Next thing Lucky was in his arms, she wrapped her hands into his hair and pulled him into a long kiss.
By the time they surfaced he was breathing heavily, ‘Well what did I do to deserve that?’ he buried his face in her neck and scattered kiss and nips under her ear. ‘Just so I can carry on getting whatever right!’
‘That was for realising I didn’t plan on staying, and have nothing to wear, and for once it’s not a ‘woman’ thing to say it, I don’t have clothes with me.’ She tilted her head a little and he took advantage of it marking her. ‘Ow shit David! What are you sixteen?!’
He checked then laughed smugly. ‘Nope just marking my property!’ He managed to duck the hand she sent to slap him silly, turn her and pull her cute ass into his awake cock. Lucky groaned and twitched into him, he sighed as her ass tormented his dick, she was lethal. Before he computed what was on his mind he had her breasts in his hands, his nimble fingers pulling on her erect nipples through the towel.
‘Shit, you keep that up and your mates are going to get a show when they turn up! Now Dave, back off and let me yank my clothes on and we can head ou……fuck!’ Her orders slowly ran out of stream as his hand disappeared beneath the towel and into her wet core, finding it soaked and ready for him. He thrust two fingers into her and pumped them in and out several times, then dragged them away from her making her moan in protest. He pushed her away from him, slapped her ass and told her to get a move on.
Lucky just stood and glared at him, then her eyes widened as once again he took his glistening fingers to his lips and licked them clean, she fled into the bathroom before she said sod it and jumped him, his laughter followed her. Bastard! He was so gonna pay for that!
Half and hour later they’d got back from shopping, she’d kicked him out of the store, only to let him back in to pay for it. He’d kidnapped her purse so she couldn’t pay for anything. ‘Okay, bugger off.’ she grabbed the bags from him and started to shut the door in his face.
‘Hey, what the hell!’ He managed to get a toe in the door so she couldn’t shut it.
‘Oh no, you’re not coming in here while I get ready, bugger off to Jon’s or someone’s. If you stay here we’ll never make dinner or dancing!’ He laughed, then swore as she put her hands on his chest and shoved him with all her might, sending him flying across the hall, and she slammed the door too and he heard the locks click into place.
‘Shit Dave, you got kicked out of your own room!’ Richie stood there laughing his ass off. David muttered a few choice words about bossy women, banged on his door and told her she’d got half and hour, then slunk off into Richie’s room.
Bang on half an hour later all four men stood outside the door, and what a sight met Lucky as she opened the door. Tico all in black, Richie black fitted trousers, purple shirt and black leather jacket. Jon had black jeans, white shirt and black jacket.
Then of course David, he was dressed in charcoal grey slacks and a deep blue shirt and a deep grey leather jacket that she’d got in her hands.
‘Holy hell woman, what you do, go through Jon’s tight ass jeans, circa 1980’s???’ Richie stuttered.
‘What?’ She threw a stunned looking David his jacket then did as he wanted, and did a slow turn for them. She knew she looked good, and she had thought of pay back. Arms akimbo she turned and they took in her skin tight glittery black jeans, a deep emerald green blouse, that dipped in the front and on the shoulders a diamante clip held the shoulders together, around her waist, matching the clips was a loose diamante belt that sparkled when she moved. Her shoes were four inch black stilettos, and her hair was pulled back with another diamante clip in a twist at the nape of her neck. Tear drop earrings matched the belt, clips and the necklace and bracelet she’d got on too. Her make up seemed nonexistent, but her eyes smouldered and her lips looked wet and deep pink.
As one the four of them whistled their appreciation. ‘So I’ll do will I?’ She laughed as David stood in front of her, ‘What?’
‘Can’t have your eyes poked out by their raging dicks now can I?’ He huffed, making her laugh even more.
‘And who’s going to save me from yours huh?’ She leant into him and kissed him, ‘Aw you look cute in lip-gloss.’ She snickered and pulled the tube from her pocket and reapplied as he licked his lips clean, making her pant a bit.
She sashayed down the corridor, turned and asked them if they were going out or playing statues.
RICHIE: ‘Man Dave, she’s gonna get all of us killed!’
DAVID: ‘Why?’ He watched her ass sway from side to side, tormenting him.
JON: ‘Cause we’re the fools that’ll have to keep the horn dogs away from her all fuckin night!’
TICO: ‘Shit David, I’m sorry, my eyes can’t move from her ass!’
RICHIE: ‘Amen brother!’
JON: ‘Amen too.’
DAVID: ‘Fuckers!'
Realising she was nearly at the elevator, they took off at a run. Lucky just laughed as they all piled in.
A town car whisked them across town to a swanky restaurant, where Lucky was regaled with their daring does and things that fans did to get near them, she laughed till her sides hurt.
After they went on to a club; and by the end of the night Lucky’s feet were killing her! She’d not got only David to dance with, the other three took it as their god given right to dance her into the floor too! She had a blast!
Sunday, 24 May 2009
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Chapter 37
She could hear someone banging on the door!
Lucky snapped out of a wonderful erotic dream, grabbed the first thing she got hold of and headed for the door, thinking someone was going to get their ass handed to them waking her like that. She vaguely buttoned the shirt, it fell to just passed her ass.
Pushing her hair out of the way she tripped over a shoe and carried on to the door that sounded like someone was trying to kill the damn thing. She had a sense of déjà vue as she pulled the door open. ‘Stop trying to kill the damn door!’ she snarled, and then blinked, then blinked again, yup they were still there.
‘Hey Lucky, we were wonderin if you and Dave were coming out to play today, or just staying in bed?’ Richie grinned at her, then like his bro’s he glanced down and swallowed his eyes bouncing back up, she’d only got David’s shirt on, her legs bare and long, and hell she’d left the first couple of buttons undone, nice rack. David was one lucky ass bastard! His eyes bounced down again, then up till they got caught in her cleavage.
Her eyes swivelled back and forth, noting all the guys doing an up and down on her, and felt her cheeks flush as she realised under the shirt she was starkers! She pulled the lapels of the shirt closed; trying to overcome the feeling she’d just flashed her tatas at the boys.
Jon waved a hand in front of her face, ‘Yo Lucky, you in there?’ His famous smirk appeared, and he bit back a chuckle; she looked disorientated.
‘What, sorry, being woken by some idiots thundering on the door flusters a girl.’ She glared at the three smiling asses now openly leering at her; she rolled her eyes, men.
‘Hey we just wanted to know if you’re coming out with us tonight for a meal and to unwind at a club.’
‘What time is it?’ Christ they’d only just eaten breakfast.
‘Little after five.’
Lucky’s jaw dropped, they’d slept the rest of the damn day away! ‘You’re shitting me?’
‘We shit you not querido.’ Tico grinned.
Lucky couldn’t believe it, hell she’d been having trouble sleeping since the last time she’d seen David, but to conk out like that……… she turned and closed the door in the guys faces, a frown marring her brow, she didn’t even give them another thought, and headed back to David.
RICHIE: ‘What the fuck!’
JON: ‘She just shut us out!’
TICO: ‘Anyone think she’s in melt down mode?’ They all laughed.
JON: ‘Give them half an hour then we’ll phone Dave.’
The others agreed and laughing they walked back to Jon’s room.
Lucky walked back into the bedroom and stopped, she made like a popsicle and froze. David was laid on the bed, on his back, his arm over his eyes. She swallowed, the sheet gathered on his hips, his other hand was resting on his dick, she grinned gotta protect the jewels. Sooo everything she thought she’d dreamt wasn’t just a hot and horny dream, but reality, wow!
She got to the end of the bed and took hold of the sheet and started to gently pull it down him, slowly, oh so slowly. She pulled it all the way off him till she pushed it onto the floor and stood there looking her fill. Christ he was beautiful to look at.
Grinning to herself she undid the shirt and dropped it back onto the floor, she gently took one of his feet into her hands and massaged it, he moaned in his sleep. She did the same to the other one and went further up his calve. He twitched and groaned, but still slept on, damn he wasn’t a light sleeper.
She crawled onto the bed and slowly trailed her fingers from his ankle to the top of his thigh, she noticed his dick starting to lengthen, and his hand moved off it, perfect!
She knelt at his side and began to gently caress his cock, lord the man was hung! And for now at least it was hers! He exhaled, her name on his lips, good sign.
Carefully she moved over his hips, positioned him at her slick entrance and slowly lowered herself onto him.
David jack knifed into a sitting position, his arms steel bands about her, he came awake to his dick being engulfed by a wet heat, ‘Lucky!’ his hips rocked and before he was fully alert his mouth attached itself to her breast, eating it greedily.
Lucky’s head fell back as the sensations his mouth was making on her shot to the bundle of nerves in her clit, his fingers dug into her cheeks pulling her hips against in more.
She leant forward then, pushing him backwards and he gave in; they sank to the bed and lips locked, sliding, pecking, nibbling.
‘Lucky, I could get used to waking and being inside you.’ His hips tilted and worked him in deeper making her gasps and squirm.
She could feel tension begin to mount in her; she just needed a little bit more of him. She sat up and started to rotate her hips fast, David’s eyes rolling back as she ground down further onto him.
Before she knew what had happened she was flat on her back, David still in her and his mouth on hers as he started to piston into her. The world seemed to flick out of existence, till there were just two bodies, two hearts and two sighs.
David’s long fingers bit into her ass and tilted her a little and his stroke buried his raging cock deep into her one last time and they both shattered.
His arms trembled and he gave up holding off her and collapse on top of her, kissing her soundly, just as his phone started chirping Meatloaf’s ‘Wasted Youth’, David groaned, reached out a hand and sent it to voicemail.
‘Who was that?’ Lucky laughed at David’s face.
‘Jon.’
Lucky laughed even more, ‘Why the hell did you give him [i]that[/i] song?’
‘Cause he’s said sometimes that he wasted his youth, by being out on the road all that time.’
Lucky snuck her arm out and grabbed the phone from him, and started to scroll, ‘So what’s Richie’s?’ then started to snicker as his phone went off again, but this time play Shaggy’s ‘Mr Lover Man’, ‘Oh hell.’ and started to laugh harder. ‘I hate to think what Tico’s is.’
‘Smoke on the water. Well it is at the minute.’ He grinned at her enjoyment of his brother’s phone tones.
‘Least their phoning now, not banging on the damn door.’ She snuggled into the crook of his arm and laid her head on his ‘joker’ tattoo.
He frowned, ‘What do you mean banged on the door? When?’
‘While you were snoring your butt off. And there was me half asleep answering the thing with just your shirt on.’ She snorted and rolled her eyes.
‘You answered the door with my shirt on and……… holy crap woman! They are horn dogs! You do not give them a free sh….’ She cut him off in mid flow by kissing him, her fingers playing with his curls.
After a hot and heavy kiss she surfaced with a grin, ‘Darling, I only flashed them my boobs.’
David just groaned then laughed, ‘Bet they didn’t know where to look.’
‘Well, their eyeballs did a great impression of ping pong balls bouncing up and down.’ They both laid there laughing, till his phone went again and he gave in.
‘What’s up Jon?’
Lucky snapped out of a wonderful erotic dream, grabbed the first thing she got hold of and headed for the door, thinking someone was going to get their ass handed to them waking her like that. She vaguely buttoned the shirt, it fell to just passed her ass.
Pushing her hair out of the way she tripped over a shoe and carried on to the door that sounded like someone was trying to kill the damn thing. She had a sense of déjà vue as she pulled the door open. ‘Stop trying to kill the damn door!’ she snarled, and then blinked, then blinked again, yup they were still there.
‘Hey Lucky, we were wonderin if you and Dave were coming out to play today, or just staying in bed?’ Richie grinned at her, then like his bro’s he glanced down and swallowed his eyes bouncing back up, she’d only got David’s shirt on, her legs bare and long, and hell she’d left the first couple of buttons undone, nice rack. David was one lucky ass bastard! His eyes bounced down again, then up till they got caught in her cleavage.
Her eyes swivelled back and forth, noting all the guys doing an up and down on her, and felt her cheeks flush as she realised under the shirt she was starkers! She pulled the lapels of the shirt closed; trying to overcome the feeling she’d just flashed her tatas at the boys.
Jon waved a hand in front of her face, ‘Yo Lucky, you in there?’ His famous smirk appeared, and he bit back a chuckle; she looked disorientated.
‘What, sorry, being woken by some idiots thundering on the door flusters a girl.’ She glared at the three smiling asses now openly leering at her; she rolled her eyes, men.
‘Hey we just wanted to know if you’re coming out with us tonight for a meal and to unwind at a club.’
‘What time is it?’ Christ they’d only just eaten breakfast.
‘Little after five.’
Lucky’s jaw dropped, they’d slept the rest of the damn day away! ‘You’re shitting me?’
‘We shit you not querido.’ Tico grinned.
Lucky couldn’t believe it, hell she’d been having trouble sleeping since the last time she’d seen David, but to conk out like that……… she turned and closed the door in the guys faces, a frown marring her brow, she didn’t even give them another thought, and headed back to David.
RICHIE: ‘What the fuck!’
JON: ‘She just shut us out!’
TICO: ‘Anyone think she’s in melt down mode?’ They all laughed.
JON: ‘Give them half an hour then we’ll phone Dave.’
The others agreed and laughing they walked back to Jon’s room.
Lucky walked back into the bedroom and stopped, she made like a popsicle and froze. David was laid on the bed, on his back, his arm over his eyes. She swallowed, the sheet gathered on his hips, his other hand was resting on his dick, she grinned gotta protect the jewels. Sooo everything she thought she’d dreamt wasn’t just a hot and horny dream, but reality, wow!
She got to the end of the bed and took hold of the sheet and started to gently pull it down him, slowly, oh so slowly. She pulled it all the way off him till she pushed it onto the floor and stood there looking her fill. Christ he was beautiful to look at.
Grinning to herself she undid the shirt and dropped it back onto the floor, she gently took one of his feet into her hands and massaged it, he moaned in his sleep. She did the same to the other one and went further up his calve. He twitched and groaned, but still slept on, damn he wasn’t a light sleeper.
She crawled onto the bed and slowly trailed her fingers from his ankle to the top of his thigh, she noticed his dick starting to lengthen, and his hand moved off it, perfect!
She knelt at his side and began to gently caress his cock, lord the man was hung! And for now at least it was hers! He exhaled, her name on his lips, good sign.
Carefully she moved over his hips, positioned him at her slick entrance and slowly lowered herself onto him.
David jack knifed into a sitting position, his arms steel bands about her, he came awake to his dick being engulfed by a wet heat, ‘Lucky!’ his hips rocked and before he was fully alert his mouth attached itself to her breast, eating it greedily.
Lucky’s head fell back as the sensations his mouth was making on her shot to the bundle of nerves in her clit, his fingers dug into her cheeks pulling her hips against in more.
She leant forward then, pushing him backwards and he gave in; they sank to the bed and lips locked, sliding, pecking, nibbling.
‘Lucky, I could get used to waking and being inside you.’ His hips tilted and worked him in deeper making her gasps and squirm.
She could feel tension begin to mount in her; she just needed a little bit more of him. She sat up and started to rotate her hips fast, David’s eyes rolling back as she ground down further onto him.
Before she knew what had happened she was flat on her back, David still in her and his mouth on hers as he started to piston into her. The world seemed to flick out of existence, till there were just two bodies, two hearts and two sighs.
David’s long fingers bit into her ass and tilted her a little and his stroke buried his raging cock deep into her one last time and they both shattered.
His arms trembled and he gave up holding off her and collapse on top of her, kissing her soundly, just as his phone started chirping Meatloaf’s ‘Wasted Youth’, David groaned, reached out a hand and sent it to voicemail.
‘Who was that?’ Lucky laughed at David’s face.
‘Jon.’
Lucky laughed even more, ‘Why the hell did you give him [i]that[/i] song?’
‘Cause he’s said sometimes that he wasted his youth, by being out on the road all that time.’
Lucky snuck her arm out and grabbed the phone from him, and started to scroll, ‘So what’s Richie’s?’ then started to snicker as his phone went off again, but this time play Shaggy’s ‘Mr Lover Man’, ‘Oh hell.’ and started to laugh harder. ‘I hate to think what Tico’s is.’
‘Smoke on the water. Well it is at the minute.’ He grinned at her enjoyment of his brother’s phone tones.
‘Least their phoning now, not banging on the damn door.’ She snuggled into the crook of his arm and laid her head on his ‘joker’ tattoo.
He frowned, ‘What do you mean banged on the door? When?’
‘While you were snoring your butt off. And there was me half asleep answering the thing with just your shirt on.’ She snorted and rolled her eyes.
‘You answered the door with my shirt on and……… holy crap woman! They are horn dogs! You do not give them a free sh….’ She cut him off in mid flow by kissing him, her fingers playing with his curls.
After a hot and heavy kiss she surfaced with a grin, ‘Darling, I only flashed them my boobs.’
David just groaned then laughed, ‘Bet they didn’t know where to look.’
‘Well, their eyeballs did a great impression of ping pong balls bouncing up and down.’ They both laid there laughing, till his phone went again and he gave in.
‘What’s up Jon?’
Thursday, 19 March 2009
Chapter 36
He loved her response! She went up in his arms like a rocket and exploded so fast he’d carried on wanting more of her, all of her.
His shirt fell from her limp arms and onto the floor, she didn’t give a crap about it, all she could think about was his fingers, inside her, fucking her senseless. Now she just wanted his cock buried in her so deep he couldn’t find his way out!
At the end of the bed he yanked her to him and crushed his mouth to hers, one hand fisting into her hair the other on her ass pulling her into his erection, she whimpered and groaned into his mouth, fuck he wanted her.
Lucky held on for dear life, when he finally kissed her bells and whistles seemed to go off about her head, then his fingers hit her hair and ass and it was all she could do to stop herself from crawling inside his skin to get closer to him.
This wasn’t going to be nice David thought to himself, his fingers biting into her ass, grinding her too him, trying to drive his erection through his jeans, passed hers and into her heated centre. He fucked her mouth with his tongue while trying to get a grip.
He couldn’t; before she figure out what he was up to her bra was undone and flung across the other side of the room, and his long tapered fingers cupped her breast, the other still holding her ass. Lucky’s deep moan of satisfaction ripped out of her throat, lord his fingers were wonderful on her.
His fingertips played her nipple, making it stand up straighter and harder. He sat on the bed and pulled her roughly to him, between his legs. Lucky’s head jerked with the action, her eyes popping open in surprise only to slam shut again as his mouth replaced his fingers. Still his other hand was almost painful on her butt; she didn’t care as his mouth sucked her breast deep into his mouth.
He couldn’t get enough, her skin tasted divine, and a faint smell of cocoa drifted to him; he thanked god for high beds, sat down he was dead level with her chest, his greedy mouth sucking and worrying each breast in turn. He pulled back right to the end of her nipple, then he bit it! He caught Lucky as her legs went out from under her, a sharp scream ripped from her as he realised she’d cum again.
Lucky felt the bite and died a small death, god she’d never thought someone biting her could be so damn, well, hot! it had pushed her over into another orgasm, and she felt David hold her to stop her hitting the floor, but she fell forwards too and he manage to twist them so she end up on the bed, under his rock hard body, and his lips crashing onto hers, her fingers grabbed his head and skewered his curls not wanting him to stop kissing her. Damn he hadn’t even got his jeans off yet and she’d cum again and again.
His kiss left her breathless and her body felt like jelly. He kissed his way from her mouth, to her neck, biting and marking her again; he licked and sucked his way across her collar bone from one side to the other, her fingers still in his hair. He moved downwards to the heaving swell of her chest, roving back and forth, finally worshipping her breast again.
He made her insides quiver as his tongue played havoc with her belly button, trailing his tongue he inched down further leaving a wet trail behind him. Lucky bit her bottom lip as he got nearer to her sopping wet pussy.
David didn’t stop at her open jeans, he slid off the bed, took her undone jeans in his hands and yanked them down and off her, then stopped and just looked. Her hair spilt out over the bed, her breasts were heaving, her fingers were gripping the covers, and her legs were damn long and restless, rubbing together trying to cover her centre from him! He looked his fill at her seeing her juices coating the insides of her thighs; he could smell her arousal from where he stood. His eyes zeroed in on right hip bone, and he grinned, she’d got a smaller version of his Joker tat! ‘Nice ink darlin.’ He growled at her, she flushed and he chuckled.
‘David, you’re still dressed!’ Lucky stated in a quite whisper, feeling his eyes taking all of her in.
Their eyes locked and slowly he undid the buttons of the shirt, her breath caught in the back of her throat as he slowly slipped it of, revealing his Joker, Lucky swallowed, damn the man looked great half naked, now just drop the trou…………..holy fuck! Her eyes zeroed in on his very large erection, oh my, skipped through her brain, and she licked her lips, her centre dripping more than she ever thought possible.
‘Better darlin?’ His eyes were burning into her, his cock twitching.
‘No, you’re too far away from me. David, please, I need you so much.’ She held her arms open for him.
He’d held back for long enough, he knew she was ready for him and that made him ever harder. He walked to the side of the bed and crawled on next to her, kissed her like his life depended on it and pulled her to him, pulling her leg over his thigh he could push his dick up and down her sopping slit, never going in, just teasing the hell out of her, her moans and whimpers getting to him.
The wetness on his raging hard dick had him pushing himself over her taking her to her back; he nestled between her open thighs. He held himself on his hands and looking deep into her eyes he thrust himself into her not giving her chance to adjust to him he pulled back and rammed home again. Lucky screamed and came, and came………..
He felt her velvet walls clench down on him and he fought not to go with her, wanting more! He picked up the pace, flesh slapping flesh; after a time he sat back onto his haunches he grasped her legs and pulled them over his shoulders, giving him better access to her, changing the angle of his thrusts and the depth of them.
Lucky’s head thrashed, her eyes rolled back, her breath trapped in her chest! Then he’d moved and she thought she’d died from the ecstasy of this new position, and from the girth and length of him, the man was packing! His hand wandered and found her clit, he flicked it, pinched it, stroked it and Lucky crashed into the most intense orgasm she’d ever had! The veins on her neck stood out, her mouth opened silently screaming.
David knew he was near, and as he played with her clit, pounding into her like he couldn’t get enough, she came violently and his shout of shock echoed over the room as her inner walls milked his dick like a milk maid with thirty years of service. He trembled, his fingers biting into her flesh and prayed his head was still attached to his shoulders, because he was certain she’d just blown it off, really!
They collapsed into a heap of arms and legs, their breathing like they’d run a marathon or six. David managed to curl her too him and pull the covers over them, he kissed her brushing her hair out of her eyes, ‘Wow lady.’
Lucky grinned, ‘Yeah, wow man!’ Grinning like fools they fell asleep, hot, sweaty and damn contented!
His shirt fell from her limp arms and onto the floor, she didn’t give a crap about it, all she could think about was his fingers, inside her, fucking her senseless. Now she just wanted his cock buried in her so deep he couldn’t find his way out!
At the end of the bed he yanked her to him and crushed his mouth to hers, one hand fisting into her hair the other on her ass pulling her into his erection, she whimpered and groaned into his mouth, fuck he wanted her.
Lucky held on for dear life, when he finally kissed her bells and whistles seemed to go off about her head, then his fingers hit her hair and ass and it was all she could do to stop herself from crawling inside his skin to get closer to him.
This wasn’t going to be nice David thought to himself, his fingers biting into her ass, grinding her too him, trying to drive his erection through his jeans, passed hers and into her heated centre. He fucked her mouth with his tongue while trying to get a grip.
He couldn’t; before she figure out what he was up to her bra was undone and flung across the other side of the room, and his long tapered fingers cupped her breast, the other still holding her ass. Lucky’s deep moan of satisfaction ripped out of her throat, lord his fingers were wonderful on her.
His fingertips played her nipple, making it stand up straighter and harder. He sat on the bed and pulled her roughly to him, between his legs. Lucky’s head jerked with the action, her eyes popping open in surprise only to slam shut again as his mouth replaced his fingers. Still his other hand was almost painful on her butt; she didn’t care as his mouth sucked her breast deep into his mouth.
He couldn’t get enough, her skin tasted divine, and a faint smell of cocoa drifted to him; he thanked god for high beds, sat down he was dead level with her chest, his greedy mouth sucking and worrying each breast in turn. He pulled back right to the end of her nipple, then he bit it! He caught Lucky as her legs went out from under her, a sharp scream ripped from her as he realised she’d cum again.
Lucky felt the bite and died a small death, god she’d never thought someone biting her could be so damn, well, hot! it had pushed her over into another orgasm, and she felt David hold her to stop her hitting the floor, but she fell forwards too and he manage to twist them so she end up on the bed, under his rock hard body, and his lips crashing onto hers, her fingers grabbed his head and skewered his curls not wanting him to stop kissing her. Damn he hadn’t even got his jeans off yet and she’d cum again and again.
His kiss left her breathless and her body felt like jelly. He kissed his way from her mouth, to her neck, biting and marking her again; he licked and sucked his way across her collar bone from one side to the other, her fingers still in his hair. He moved downwards to the heaving swell of her chest, roving back and forth, finally worshipping her breast again.
He made her insides quiver as his tongue played havoc with her belly button, trailing his tongue he inched down further leaving a wet trail behind him. Lucky bit her bottom lip as he got nearer to her sopping wet pussy.
David didn’t stop at her open jeans, he slid off the bed, took her undone jeans in his hands and yanked them down and off her, then stopped and just looked. Her hair spilt out over the bed, her breasts were heaving, her fingers were gripping the covers, and her legs were damn long and restless, rubbing together trying to cover her centre from him! He looked his fill at her seeing her juices coating the insides of her thighs; he could smell her arousal from where he stood. His eyes zeroed in on right hip bone, and he grinned, she’d got a smaller version of his Joker tat! ‘Nice ink darlin.’ He growled at her, she flushed and he chuckled.
‘David, you’re still dressed!’ Lucky stated in a quite whisper, feeling his eyes taking all of her in.
Their eyes locked and slowly he undid the buttons of the shirt, her breath caught in the back of her throat as he slowly slipped it of, revealing his Joker, Lucky swallowed, damn the man looked great half naked, now just drop the trou…………..holy fuck! Her eyes zeroed in on his very large erection, oh my, skipped through her brain, and she licked her lips, her centre dripping more than she ever thought possible.
‘Better darlin?’ His eyes were burning into her, his cock twitching.
‘No, you’re too far away from me. David, please, I need you so much.’ She held her arms open for him.
He’d held back for long enough, he knew she was ready for him and that made him ever harder. He walked to the side of the bed and crawled on next to her, kissed her like his life depended on it and pulled her to him, pulling her leg over his thigh he could push his dick up and down her sopping slit, never going in, just teasing the hell out of her, her moans and whimpers getting to him.
The wetness on his raging hard dick had him pushing himself over her taking her to her back; he nestled between her open thighs. He held himself on his hands and looking deep into her eyes he thrust himself into her not giving her chance to adjust to him he pulled back and rammed home again. Lucky screamed and came, and came………..
He felt her velvet walls clench down on him and he fought not to go with her, wanting more! He picked up the pace, flesh slapping flesh; after a time he sat back onto his haunches he grasped her legs and pulled them over his shoulders, giving him better access to her, changing the angle of his thrusts and the depth of them.
Lucky’s head thrashed, her eyes rolled back, her breath trapped in her chest! Then he’d moved and she thought she’d died from the ecstasy of this new position, and from the girth and length of him, the man was packing! His hand wandered and found her clit, he flicked it, pinched it, stroked it and Lucky crashed into the most intense orgasm she’d ever had! The veins on her neck stood out, her mouth opened silently screaming.
David knew he was near, and as he played with her clit, pounding into her like he couldn’t get enough, she came violently and his shout of shock echoed over the room as her inner walls milked his dick like a milk maid with thirty years of service. He trembled, his fingers biting into her flesh and prayed his head was still attached to his shoulders, because he was certain she’d just blown it off, really!
They collapsed into a heap of arms and legs, their breathing like they’d run a marathon or six. David managed to curl her too him and pull the covers over them, he kissed her brushing her hair out of her eyes, ‘Wow lady.’
Lucky grinned, ‘Yeah, wow man!’ Grinning like fools they fell asleep, hot, sweaty and damn contented!
Saturday, 21 February 2009
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.
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.
Friday, 13 February 2009
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
Friday, 19 December 2008
Chapter 29
Again, RL is a PITA! lol
Lucky followed Mike into the backstage area, wondering if this was a dream and that David really wanted to talk to her, or just send her running home crying again! She didn’t think she could cope with more heart ache.
Mike handed her a pen and a note pad, she looked at him blankly, ‘Full name and address, mobile and home phone numbers please! You are not getting away again and causing all of us untold sadness of David being a pain in the ass.’ He crossed his arms and waited, Mark told him she’d got one hell of a temper, would this bring it out?
‘Are you honestly telling me that he tried to find me?’ She looked sceptically at him.
‘I swear on all that’s holy, when he found you gone that morning, he went into melt down! He was nearly on his knees to the hotel manager beggin for your phone number, and even Jon couldn’t sway them, same with Virgin, nada. Then today he’s had us phoning every damn hotel in town just in case you had a room here. Does that tell you how bad it’s been?’
Lucky looked at Mike and the pad, heaved a sigh and began to write. As they headed toward the stage Mike asked if she needed anything. She said she could use water and the loo, not necessarily in that order; he’d laughed and showed her the ladies first then headed for the hospitality area for the drink all the time talking.
On stage David was getting antsy again, she hadn’t showed yet and he started to worry that she’d hopped the fence then headed for the nearest exit.
They finally got to the end of Bad Medicine, which meant end of round one and off for a quick change then on to the encore. David didn’t stick about for their bowing, he nearly ran off the stage much to Jon’s disgust and delight, he’d kill him later!
Mike heard them end and swore a blue streak, and grabbing Lucky’s hand he ran her down the corridor and towards the back of the stage. As they ran up one side, David ran down the other, grabbing Mark and asking him where the fuck Mike was with Lucky. Mark hadn’t a clue and followed him to his dressing area, using his radio to call Mike.
As they hit the side of the stage Jon, Richie and Tico walked off straight towards her, but no David.
Richie laughed and wrapped on arm around her, kissing her cheek. ‘Shit darlin he ran off the other side to find you! And may I say it’s wonderful to see you again, it might just save him being killed and thrown in a river somewhere!’
All Lucky could think was talk about missing each other! Jon and Tico kissed her and with Richie’s arm still about her shoulders they headed to their changing rooms.
‘Christ, talk about ships that pass in the night!’ She laughed, it seemed that fate, and David were trying to keep them apart. She heard Mike laugh and talk into his radio.
‘Oh fuck Mark tell him to calm the hell down, we’re on the way. Tell gimp he ran off the wrong side of the stage, we were on the other side.’ He waited till Mark relayed it then David came over the air.
‘Lucky darlin, just stay with the guys and I’ll see you in a minute.’ Laughing Mike told him Richie had her clamped to his side, David told him to find his own woman and get his paws of his!
Lucky rolled her eyes, but inside her heart swelled, he sounded so happy that she was there! They got to the changing areas, Richie holding her hand like he was afraid to let her go lest she get lost, she smiled then watched as David came bounding towards her at full run, nearly knocking her off her feet as he hardly stopped before yanking her into his arms and just holding her. For her own sake she grabbed onto him, she didn’t need to land on her ass in front of everyone. She buried her head into his neck breathing him in, god he smelt good!
The others cheered then quickly disappeared into their changing areas to strip off sopping shirts and a quick dry of. Lucky laughed as David carried her into his, dropped a kiss on her nose, set her to one side, all the while keeping an eye on her, he yanked his shirt off and Lucky’s mouth went dry and her eyes roamed over his torso.
‘You keep lookin at me like that and I’m liable to piss Jon off, by being late onto the stage.’
Lucky’s head snapped up and she saw the raw lust echoed in his eyes, holy hell she sure was in trouble!
Lucky followed Mike into the backstage area, wondering if this was a dream and that David really wanted to talk to her, or just send her running home crying again! She didn’t think she could cope with more heart ache.
Mike handed her a pen and a note pad, she looked at him blankly, ‘Full name and address, mobile and home phone numbers please! You are not getting away again and causing all of us untold sadness of David being a pain in the ass.’ He crossed his arms and waited, Mark told him she’d got one hell of a temper, would this bring it out?
‘Are you honestly telling me that he tried to find me?’ She looked sceptically at him.
‘I swear on all that’s holy, when he found you gone that morning, he went into melt down! He was nearly on his knees to the hotel manager beggin for your phone number, and even Jon couldn’t sway them, same with Virgin, nada. Then today he’s had us phoning every damn hotel in town just in case you had a room here. Does that tell you how bad it’s been?’
Lucky looked at Mike and the pad, heaved a sigh and began to write. As they headed toward the stage Mike asked if she needed anything. She said she could use water and the loo, not necessarily in that order; he’d laughed and showed her the ladies first then headed for the hospitality area for the drink all the time talking.
On stage David was getting antsy again, she hadn’t showed yet and he started to worry that she’d hopped the fence then headed for the nearest exit.
They finally got to the end of Bad Medicine, which meant end of round one and off for a quick change then on to the encore. David didn’t stick about for their bowing, he nearly ran off the stage much to Jon’s disgust and delight, he’d kill him later!
Mike heard them end and swore a blue streak, and grabbing Lucky’s hand he ran her down the corridor and towards the back of the stage. As they ran up one side, David ran down the other, grabbing Mark and asking him where the fuck Mike was with Lucky. Mark hadn’t a clue and followed him to his dressing area, using his radio to call Mike.
As they hit the side of the stage Jon, Richie and Tico walked off straight towards her, but no David.
Richie laughed and wrapped on arm around her, kissing her cheek. ‘Shit darlin he ran off the other side to find you! And may I say it’s wonderful to see you again, it might just save him being killed and thrown in a river somewhere!’
All Lucky could think was talk about missing each other! Jon and Tico kissed her and with Richie’s arm still about her shoulders they headed to their changing rooms.
‘Christ, talk about ships that pass in the night!’ She laughed, it seemed that fate, and David were trying to keep them apart. She heard Mike laugh and talk into his radio.
‘Oh fuck Mark tell him to calm the hell down, we’re on the way. Tell gimp he ran off the wrong side of the stage, we were on the other side.’ He waited till Mark relayed it then David came over the air.
‘Lucky darlin, just stay with the guys and I’ll see you in a minute.’ Laughing Mike told him Richie had her clamped to his side, David told him to find his own woman and get his paws of his!
Lucky rolled her eyes, but inside her heart swelled, he sounded so happy that she was there! They got to the changing areas, Richie holding her hand like he was afraid to let her go lest she get lost, she smiled then watched as David came bounding towards her at full run, nearly knocking her off her feet as he hardly stopped before yanking her into his arms and just holding her. For her own sake she grabbed onto him, she didn’t need to land on her ass in front of everyone. She buried her head into his neck breathing him in, god he smelt good!
The others cheered then quickly disappeared into their changing areas to strip off sopping shirts and a quick dry of. Lucky laughed as David carried her into his, dropped a kiss on her nose, set her to one side, all the while keeping an eye on her, he yanked his shirt off and Lucky’s mouth went dry and her eyes roamed over his torso.
‘You keep lookin at me like that and I’m liable to piss Jon off, by being late onto the stage.’
Lucky’s head snapped up and she saw the raw lust echoed in his eyes, holy hell she sure was in trouble!
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Chapter 28
When the lights went down, even though it was still light, the crowd roared, Lucky just sat there; the people next to her just looked down and frowned then carried on.
She heard to beginning strains of Prayer and really wondered if she just shouldn’t leave!
On stage David saw Mike and Mark on the side, but no signs of Lucky, where the hell was she?
Mike and Mark knew he was looking at them, but didn’t make eye contact.
In the audience Lucky stood and started to leave, but damn it the music seeped into her breaking heart and started to sooth and take her over.
By the time they started on Captain Cash all thoughts of leaving had fled, her eyes were closed and she was singing and swaying to the beat. Music had always had this effect on her that’s why she’d become a music teacher, to share the music with children, to show them the raw emotion it could pull from a person, and how one song could take you back in time.
David was pissed, she wasn’t there! What the fuck had happened, had he lost his one chance at throwing himself at her feet and grovelling for another chance to be with her. He glared at Richie, who kept giving him shifty looks, for that matter so did Jon, the bastards knew something.
As Jon headed for a drink, he knew David was about to explode, and he knew if he didn’t say anything blood would be spilt later. Taking a deep breath he sang his way to Dave just as he hit the guitar solo in Blaze, he yanked out his ear pieces and so did David. ‘She won’t come.’ Was all he said.
David blanched he knew he was screwed; he glanced into the audience to see if he could see her, futile he knew, but damnit he wanted to say he was sorry. His shoulders slumped, he was a beaten man, and there was nothing he could do to get her to talk to him.
Tico had been watching everything; he gathered Lucky had said no to meeting Dave again. He sighed, he liked her, she was good for Dave, and he was the only one of them that had really talked to her. He’d got a vague idea how Dave could tell her he wasn’t playing a game with her, but how the hell did he set it in motion?
He caught Rich’s eye and he wandered over, after much shouting at each other Rich got it. He grinned and nodded yes, he walked to Jon as they started Diamond Ring, he motioned he needed to talk and they kicked into an instrumental extension, giving them time for Richie to tell him what Tico had said. Jon’s face split into a great grin. They finished off that song and went into Always, at Richie’s guitar solo, Jon went to David and quickly told him what they were doing, he loved his brothers at times!
Lucky was deep into the music, but every chord David struck felt like his fingers gliding across her, when he sang she could pick him out. God she’d got is so damn bad it wasn’t funny.
Always drew to an end and Jon started to talk, her eyes flew open, ‘How we doin folks?’ The crowd roared, ‘I’m going to give up the mic tonight, not to the King of Swing, but to our very own Piano Man, Mr David Bryan!’ The crowd went wild again, David bowed and grinned, in the crowd Lucky wondered why, as David didn’t sing very often, she realised Jon was still talking. ‘You see folks, Davey boy fucked up, big time, he let a wonderful lady walk out on him, without getting a phone number, plus he acted like an asshole!’ People laughed and shouted, on the big screen she saw David blush, and then she started to move through the crowd, all she could think about was to get away.
On stage Jon continued, ‘He didn’t tell this lady that he’d see her later on, and that he wasn’t playing about and dumping her, his head wasn’t thinkin, so he never explained to her he thought things were going to fast and he wanted to slow them down, but she ran, as the idiot never told her these things.’ The women in the crowd awed at it, Lucky slammed to a halt, and started to listen, was Jon telling the truth, mind you she didn’t think he’d drag David’s ass through this, making him look stupid, if it wasn’t.
‘Yeah I know genius he ain’t? Well now, David spotted his lost lady earlier in the audience, and asked her to meet him. From what I’ve heard she told him to take a flyin leap, and that’s cleaned it up folks.’ The crowd enthralled laughed, Lucky smirked.
‘Now Lucky darlin.’ She couldn’t believe he’d said her name, mind you no one about her knew she was the woman and she relaxed a little. ‘I know this isn’t a perfect apology, and he really does want to talk to you..’
David finally found his voice, ‘Well thanks Jon for airing what a moron I’ve been to these people.’ He rolled his eyes, ‘Lucky, please, just stay and talk to me.’
‘Yeah Lucky, he’s been trying to find you for the last damn week and if you don’t talk to him we’re gonna kill him; he’s been like a bear with a saw head and bitchy…’
‘Thanks Rich.’ The crowd laughed and Lucky grinned, he’d been looking for her? ‘Well darlin, a little Cuban bird told us this is your favourite song.’ With that the strains of In These Arms, David’s version, drifted over the crowd, a lump formed in the back of her throat, each chord he played spoke to her soul, his fingers caressing the keys. The passion he put into the words nearly took her to her knees, especially when he sang ‘I’d love you, I’d please you, I’d tell you that I’d never leave you,’ the look on his face on the screen showed all that he was feeling. He meant it, he really did, nah she’d only known him one night, but…..aw hell she was so confused.
Mike and Mark had left the side stage and had been looking in the crowd again, walking to where she’d disappeared into the crowd. Mike spotted her first; she was stood there looking at the stage a smile on her lips and tears sparkling in her eyes. He nudged Mark and they walked towards her, and as the closing notes faded away they got to her, ‘Lucky baby.’ Mike’s hand rested on her arm.
The people around them realised the woman in their midst was the woman David was singing to and started to shout towards the stage that she was there, as the song drew to the end. Lucky looked shocked and Mike and Mark took up defensive positions about her.
One woman looked at her, ‘Oh Lucky you need to talk to him.’ Others agreed and by now the commotion was noticed by Bo who zoomed in saying ‘Hot dayum’ when her realised they’d found Lucky, he radioed Matt who threw it onto the big screen where Lorenz spotted it and ran to David and told him, he stood and moved to the edge of the stage, he could see her, just, Jon and Rich looking up at the screens and grinning like fools, they done it!
David took the mic, ‘Will you come Lucky, say yes, let’s talk.’ He held his breath.
He wasn’t the only one; the whole place seemed to wait!
She looked at David, standing there; she turned to Mike, ‘Take me to him please.’ The woman shouted ‘yes’ and as Mike and Mark and several other security men ushered her towards the barrier a wave went through the crowd and they started to clap and whistle.
On stage David saw her begin to move and thought for a minute she was leaving, till they headed for the barrier down front and a wave of clapping following in their wake and he started to grin, she’d said yes. He watched as they picked her up and hoisted her over the fence, Mike quickly following her and leading her out of sight.
‘Well folks looks like we can get on with the show, she said yes!’ Richie announced, the crowd whooped and shouted again.
David, a stupid smile on his face, took to his keys and they swung into Blood on Blood, his heart bursting that he’d found her again, god must love him! Now just to get her to give him a chance at redemption!
She heard to beginning strains of Prayer and really wondered if she just shouldn’t leave!
On stage David saw Mike and Mark on the side, but no signs of Lucky, where the hell was she?
Mike and Mark knew he was looking at them, but didn’t make eye contact.
In the audience Lucky stood and started to leave, but damn it the music seeped into her breaking heart and started to sooth and take her over.
By the time they started on Captain Cash all thoughts of leaving had fled, her eyes were closed and she was singing and swaying to the beat. Music had always had this effect on her that’s why she’d become a music teacher, to share the music with children, to show them the raw emotion it could pull from a person, and how one song could take you back in time.
David was pissed, she wasn’t there! What the fuck had happened, had he lost his one chance at throwing himself at her feet and grovelling for another chance to be with her. He glared at Richie, who kept giving him shifty looks, for that matter so did Jon, the bastards knew something.
As Jon headed for a drink, he knew David was about to explode, and he knew if he didn’t say anything blood would be spilt later. Taking a deep breath he sang his way to Dave just as he hit the guitar solo in Blaze, he yanked out his ear pieces and so did David. ‘She won’t come.’ Was all he said.
David blanched he knew he was screwed; he glanced into the audience to see if he could see her, futile he knew, but damnit he wanted to say he was sorry. His shoulders slumped, he was a beaten man, and there was nothing he could do to get her to talk to him.
Tico had been watching everything; he gathered Lucky had said no to meeting Dave again. He sighed, he liked her, she was good for Dave, and he was the only one of them that had really talked to her. He’d got a vague idea how Dave could tell her he wasn’t playing a game with her, but how the hell did he set it in motion?
He caught Rich’s eye and he wandered over, after much shouting at each other Rich got it. He grinned and nodded yes, he walked to Jon as they started Diamond Ring, he motioned he needed to talk and they kicked into an instrumental extension, giving them time for Richie to tell him what Tico had said. Jon’s face split into a great grin. They finished off that song and went into Always, at Richie’s guitar solo, Jon went to David and quickly told him what they were doing, he loved his brothers at times!
Lucky was deep into the music, but every chord David struck felt like his fingers gliding across her, when he sang she could pick him out. God she’d got is so damn bad it wasn’t funny.
Always drew to an end and Jon started to talk, her eyes flew open, ‘How we doin folks?’ The crowd roared, ‘I’m going to give up the mic tonight, not to the King of Swing, but to our very own Piano Man, Mr David Bryan!’ The crowd went wild again, David bowed and grinned, in the crowd Lucky wondered why, as David didn’t sing very often, she realised Jon was still talking. ‘You see folks, Davey boy fucked up, big time, he let a wonderful lady walk out on him, without getting a phone number, plus he acted like an asshole!’ People laughed and shouted, on the big screen she saw David blush, and then she started to move through the crowd, all she could think about was to get away.
On stage Jon continued, ‘He didn’t tell this lady that he’d see her later on, and that he wasn’t playing about and dumping her, his head wasn’t thinkin, so he never explained to her he thought things were going to fast and he wanted to slow them down, but she ran, as the idiot never told her these things.’ The women in the crowd awed at it, Lucky slammed to a halt, and started to listen, was Jon telling the truth, mind you she didn’t think he’d drag David’s ass through this, making him look stupid, if it wasn’t.
‘Yeah I know genius he ain’t? Well now, David spotted his lost lady earlier in the audience, and asked her to meet him. From what I’ve heard she told him to take a flyin leap, and that’s cleaned it up folks.’ The crowd enthralled laughed, Lucky smirked.
‘Now Lucky darlin.’ She couldn’t believe he’d said her name, mind you no one about her knew she was the woman and she relaxed a little. ‘I know this isn’t a perfect apology, and he really does want to talk to you..’
David finally found his voice, ‘Well thanks Jon for airing what a moron I’ve been to these people.’ He rolled his eyes, ‘Lucky, please, just stay and talk to me.’
‘Yeah Lucky, he’s been trying to find you for the last damn week and if you don’t talk to him we’re gonna kill him; he’s been like a bear with a saw head and bitchy…’
‘Thanks Rich.’ The crowd laughed and Lucky grinned, he’d been looking for her? ‘Well darlin, a little Cuban bird told us this is your favourite song.’ With that the strains of In These Arms, David’s version, drifted over the crowd, a lump formed in the back of her throat, each chord he played spoke to her soul, his fingers caressing the keys. The passion he put into the words nearly took her to her knees, especially when he sang ‘I’d love you, I’d please you, I’d tell you that I’d never leave you,’ the look on his face on the screen showed all that he was feeling. He meant it, he really did, nah she’d only known him one night, but…..aw hell she was so confused.
Mike and Mark had left the side stage and had been looking in the crowd again, walking to where she’d disappeared into the crowd. Mike spotted her first; she was stood there looking at the stage a smile on her lips and tears sparkling in her eyes. He nudged Mark and they walked towards her, and as the closing notes faded away they got to her, ‘Lucky baby.’ Mike’s hand rested on her arm.
The people around them realised the woman in their midst was the woman David was singing to and started to shout towards the stage that she was there, as the song drew to the end. Lucky looked shocked and Mike and Mark took up defensive positions about her.
One woman looked at her, ‘Oh Lucky you need to talk to him.’ Others agreed and by now the commotion was noticed by Bo who zoomed in saying ‘Hot dayum’ when her realised they’d found Lucky, he radioed Matt who threw it onto the big screen where Lorenz spotted it and ran to David and told him, he stood and moved to the edge of the stage, he could see her, just, Jon and Rich looking up at the screens and grinning like fools, they done it!
David took the mic, ‘Will you come Lucky, say yes, let’s talk.’ He held his breath.
He wasn’t the only one; the whole place seemed to wait!
She looked at David, standing there; she turned to Mike, ‘Take me to him please.’ The woman shouted ‘yes’ and as Mike and Mark and several other security men ushered her towards the barrier a wave went through the crowd and they started to clap and whistle.
On stage David saw her begin to move and thought for a minute she was leaving, till they headed for the barrier down front and a wave of clapping following in their wake and he started to grin, she’d said yes. He watched as they picked her up and hoisted her over the fence, Mike quickly following her and leading her out of sight.
‘Well folks looks like we can get on with the show, she said yes!’ Richie announced, the crowd whooped and shouted again.
David, a stupid smile on his face, took to his keys and they swung into Blood on Blood, his heart bursting that he’d found her again, god must love him! Now just to get her to give him a chance at redemption!
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Chapter 27
Lucky laughed at a comment some guys made about her shady, and carried on walking, then nearly grinding to a halt as she saw Mark in front of her, smiling at her and talking fast into his radio, damn someone who knew her, fuck!
She thought of walking straight passed him without stopping, but damnit she was too nice for her own good at times.
Mark had called in a ‘got her’ call to Mike, who’d shouted ‘yes’ then told him to get her backstage, now! Mike headed for the dressing rooms and to tell David they’d got her, the asshole had been right, next hell would freeze over!
He walked into the main room and all the guys were there, they looked up when he walked in, ‘Well David I’ve got good news and bad news.’ His face straight as a poker.
David went white, fuck now what. ‘Let me have it Mac.’ And held his breath.
‘Well the bad news is, there isn’t any, we found her!’
David stood for a second not comprehending what he’d just been told, when it hit his face creased into a massive grin, ‘I told you she was here! Where is she? Is she coming back? Is she okay?’ His mind started to race, here was his chance to undo his fuck up!’
The other members of the group hugged him and slapped him on the back, telling him not to fuck it up again and make sure he knew how to contact her within the first five minutes of seeing her.
Mike told him she was talking to Mark and they’d ask her to come backstage with them.
Then Jon pointed out he wouldn’t see her till after the show, they were due to go on in ten minutes. David’s face fell, ‘Well get her back here and put her on the side so I don’t loose her again!’
Meanwhile Mark had blocked Lucky’s way, it looked for a second that she’d go passed him and he frowned, that didn’t bode well. ‘Hey Lucky how ya doin baby?’ He lent in and pecked her cheek. Some girls going passed looked at her, wondering if they should know her as the guards seemed too.
‘Not bad Mark, how’s things with you?’ She was shocked when he showed familiarity with her, his grin looked genuine and for some reason he looked, relieved?
‘Oh great now…..’ His radio squawked in his ear, she took the chance to say bye and skirt around him heading back into the crowd.
Mark said shit into the radio, and jumped in her path, making her jump back. ‘Erm… Lucky….. I’ve been asked to invite you backstage.’
Her jaw dropped, did they think she was that stupid, fool her once shame on her, do it twice and she was bloody stupid! She took off her hat and glasses and glared at Mark, and venomously said to him, ‘Thanks, but no thanks, I don’t know what kind of games your bosses like to play, but I’m not fucking stupid! For all I care he could be the last jackass on earth, and I’d still not want to see him! He’s an asshole of the first degree, tell him that from me!’ People about them were looking as her voice raised, wondering what was going on. With that she shoved him out of her way and lost herself in the throng of people, slumping down into her saved space by the fence, her cheeks bright red and unshed tears in her eyes, how could they do that to someone? She pulled her knees up and lay her head down, she wouldn’t bloody cry! Aw crap, and sobbed into her clasped arms, the people around her not realising as at that minute Bon Jovi took to the stage and they all stood screaming and shouting.
Lucky just sat there crying!
Mark just stood there, wondering what the fuck had just happened and damn the woman had one hell of a temper! He couldn’t see her, she’d just gone! He didn’t want to be the one to tell David! He got onto the radio, Christ they were due on any minute. He gave Mike the low down and heard his boss swear a blue streak! They were so fucked!
Mike told him to try and spot her again; she couldn’t be that far from him, unless she’d duck so she couldn’t be seen. He groaned, looks like the lady was mega pissed at Dave, not that he blamed her, but it was misunderstanding, and they needed her to talk to him. He headed to the side of the stage, he walked like he was off to the gallows, his feet dragging.
He made certain he didn’t go near David’s side and caught up to Jon and Richie, giving them a quick sketch what had gone off, both men swearing, they didn’t know whether to tell him or not at this minute, they voted not, and see how things went!
She thought of walking straight passed him without stopping, but damnit she was too nice for her own good at times.
Mark had called in a ‘got her’ call to Mike, who’d shouted ‘yes’ then told him to get her backstage, now! Mike headed for the dressing rooms and to tell David they’d got her, the asshole had been right, next hell would freeze over!
He walked into the main room and all the guys were there, they looked up when he walked in, ‘Well David I’ve got good news and bad news.’ His face straight as a poker.
David went white, fuck now what. ‘Let me have it Mac.’ And held his breath.
‘Well the bad news is, there isn’t any, we found her!’
David stood for a second not comprehending what he’d just been told, when it hit his face creased into a massive grin, ‘I told you she was here! Where is she? Is she coming back? Is she okay?’ His mind started to race, here was his chance to undo his fuck up!’
The other members of the group hugged him and slapped him on the back, telling him not to fuck it up again and make sure he knew how to contact her within the first five minutes of seeing her.
Mike told him she was talking to Mark and they’d ask her to come backstage with them.
Then Jon pointed out he wouldn’t see her till after the show, they were due to go on in ten minutes. David’s face fell, ‘Well get her back here and put her on the side so I don’t loose her again!’
Meanwhile Mark had blocked Lucky’s way, it looked for a second that she’d go passed him and he frowned, that didn’t bode well. ‘Hey Lucky how ya doin baby?’ He lent in and pecked her cheek. Some girls going passed looked at her, wondering if they should know her as the guards seemed too.
‘Not bad Mark, how’s things with you?’ She was shocked when he showed familiarity with her, his grin looked genuine and for some reason he looked, relieved?
‘Oh great now…..’ His radio squawked in his ear, she took the chance to say bye and skirt around him heading back into the crowd.
Mark said shit into the radio, and jumped in her path, making her jump back. ‘Erm… Lucky….. I’ve been asked to invite you backstage.’
Her jaw dropped, did they think she was that stupid, fool her once shame on her, do it twice and she was bloody stupid! She took off her hat and glasses and glared at Mark, and venomously said to him, ‘Thanks, but no thanks, I don’t know what kind of games your bosses like to play, but I’m not fucking stupid! For all I care he could be the last jackass on earth, and I’d still not want to see him! He’s an asshole of the first degree, tell him that from me!’ People about them were looking as her voice raised, wondering what was going on. With that she shoved him out of her way and lost herself in the throng of people, slumping down into her saved space by the fence, her cheeks bright red and unshed tears in her eyes, how could they do that to someone? She pulled her knees up and lay her head down, she wouldn’t bloody cry! Aw crap, and sobbed into her clasped arms, the people around her not realising as at that minute Bon Jovi took to the stage and they all stood screaming and shouting.
Lucky just sat there crying!
Mark just stood there, wondering what the fuck had just happened and damn the woman had one hell of a temper! He couldn’t see her, she’d just gone! He didn’t want to be the one to tell David! He got onto the radio, Christ they were due on any minute. He gave Mike the low down and heard his boss swear a blue streak! They were so fucked!
Mike told him to try and spot her again; she couldn’t be that far from him, unless she’d duck so she couldn’t be seen. He groaned, looks like the lady was mega pissed at Dave, not that he blamed her, but it was misunderstanding, and they needed her to talk to him. He headed to the side of the stage, he walked like he was off to the gallows, his feet dragging.
He made certain he didn’t go near David’s side and caught up to Jon and Richie, giving them a quick sketch what had gone off, both men swearing, they didn’t know whether to tell him or not at this minute, they voted not, and see how things went!
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Chapter 26
Lucky was still sat where she was, she’d been there for well over two hours, she’d been people watching as they’d let in the rest of the fans. Her second beer had gone down and she really fancied another, ah sod it she thought and joined the queue for another, she’d got at least five more hours before she headed home, and if she didn’t feel like driving she could probably get a room somewhere or an all night café for some coffee. She also brought two bottles of water, slugging one down before she headed back to the circle.
By now Mike and the team were in full sweep mode, their problem was that there were shit loads of people wearing shady’s! Each time someone shouted they’d found her, it turned out to be a false alarm.
Lucky decided to use the loo’s and freshen up a little, taking her hat off and quickly loosening her hair and re-doing it up in plaits making her look more like a stereotypical cowgirl. She snickered at the picture, but deciding to leave the hat off for a while, she put her sunglasses on as the temp had started to pick up; she headed out of the toilets and back towards the circle.
Mike was getting frustrated, he’d nearly throttled one of his crew, he’d shouted he’d got her and Mike and Mark ran from one side of the arena to the other, only to find the moron had got hold of a five foot three woman, in a black wife beater. Mike had apologised to the woman and fired the guy on the spot telling him if he couldn’t follow a given description he had no business being in the security game!
Mark rolled his eyes, oh the guy had been asking for it of a while, but Mike should have handled it better. But David had them all on fuckin edge!
He bumped into someone and apologised, not looking at who he’d done it too.
Lucky had side stepped stepping on someone’s toes and ended up pushed into someone. They’d both apologised, but only Lucky realised it was Mark, she quickly turned away and dived into the crowd, shit, if she didn’t want anyone to see her she shouldn’t have come!
Backstage David was pacing and Richie was trying to calm him down. ‘How’d you know for definite it was Lucky, it could have been anyone.’ He was trying to be rational but David didn’t want to know.
‘It was her, I’d know that walk anywhere, and that shade of brown hair, it’s her, and I’m telling you she’s in the stadium somewhere.’
Richie hoped to hell he was right, if they didn’t find her he’d a feeling David would need a straight jacket soon!
Next thing Riche saw was David running out of the room as if the devil was after him, swearing he took off after him.
Lucky wandered back into the circle and took up position on the back fence again; she noticed that there seemed to be increase security presence, and wondered if she should be worried? They’d had a bomb scare already this tour.
Mike had one of those light bulb moments and headed for the video truck, this was becoming a bad habit, but with people still filling in and the warm up band due on soon, he was fast running out of ideas. ‘Matt we need help.’ Was his opening statement as he walked in.
‘Try a therapist.’ Came the rejoinder.
‘Ha fuckin ha! Now, we need a crowd scan, David thinks that Lucky’s in the crowd…..’
‘No I don’t think she’s out there I know she is.’ David said as he walked in with Richie close behind him. ‘So looks like we came to the same conclusion, use the cameras to scan the crowd and see if we can see her.’ Mike nodded and Matt bitched that he’d need his cameras for the support act and warm up band; Richie shushed him and told him to get Bo on the case.
Bo bitched and complained till they told him who he was looking for, then he’d whooped and started to scan, he didn’t mind looking for that woman, she was smokin!
Mike’s radio began to squawk and bitch at him, ‘Jon we’re in the van, now please calm the fuck down, you’re not due on for another hour and a half, they’re sat right next to me.’ With that he signed off and looked back at the monitors, the more eyes they had looking the better the odds of finding her.
Yeah right, an hour later David and Richie ran out to get warmed up and changed, still no sign of Lucky! Jon had stormed in and shooed them out. ‘No more using the camera’s they’ve got a job to do let them do it!’ With that command he left. Mike just shook his head and told the guys to keep an eye out again.
Lucky had listened to the warm up bands, warm up and now the support band was hitting the stage. She rolled her eyes and headed out to use the loo again before the boys took the stage. She thought of food again, but her stomach still revolted so a grabbed a water and a Pepsi and headed back toward the enclosure.
Mark came out to the front to do a sweep in the circle.
As she hit the lower steps she popped her hat back on, she’d nearly dropped the damn thing carrying it and the drinks.
Mark wandered to the gate of the circle and stood scanning; if she was here she’d be head and shoulders above other people! That was unless she’d sat down, then they were screwed till she stood up.
She walked passed a couple of security guys, who gave her a funny look and got onto their radios; shrugging she carried on.
Mark caught the shout and realised whoever it was she was heading straight for him, he hopped the fence and stood in wait. Looking up he did a quick check and saw the woman in question sauntering towards him. He did a head to toe check, she was tall enough, the right clothes, but her hair, David said it was in a ponytail; this woman had two cute plaits, she had the shady on, and she moved with a lithe grace that had his dick twitching. Then she smiled and laughed at a comment some guys made to her, fuck him it was Lucky!!!
Now what?
By now Mike and the team were in full sweep mode, their problem was that there were shit loads of people wearing shady’s! Each time someone shouted they’d found her, it turned out to be a false alarm.
Lucky decided to use the loo’s and freshen up a little, taking her hat off and quickly loosening her hair and re-doing it up in plaits making her look more like a stereotypical cowgirl. She snickered at the picture, but deciding to leave the hat off for a while, she put her sunglasses on as the temp had started to pick up; she headed out of the toilets and back towards the circle.
Mike was getting frustrated, he’d nearly throttled one of his crew, he’d shouted he’d got her and Mike and Mark ran from one side of the arena to the other, only to find the moron had got hold of a five foot three woman, in a black wife beater. Mike had apologised to the woman and fired the guy on the spot telling him if he couldn’t follow a given description he had no business being in the security game!
Mark rolled his eyes, oh the guy had been asking for it of a while, but Mike should have handled it better. But David had them all on fuckin edge!
He bumped into someone and apologised, not looking at who he’d done it too.
Lucky had side stepped stepping on someone’s toes and ended up pushed into someone. They’d both apologised, but only Lucky realised it was Mark, she quickly turned away and dived into the crowd, shit, if she didn’t want anyone to see her she shouldn’t have come!
Backstage David was pacing and Richie was trying to calm him down. ‘How’d you know for definite it was Lucky, it could have been anyone.’ He was trying to be rational but David didn’t want to know.
‘It was her, I’d know that walk anywhere, and that shade of brown hair, it’s her, and I’m telling you she’s in the stadium somewhere.’
Richie hoped to hell he was right, if they didn’t find her he’d a feeling David would need a straight jacket soon!
Next thing Riche saw was David running out of the room as if the devil was after him, swearing he took off after him.
Lucky wandered back into the circle and took up position on the back fence again; she noticed that there seemed to be increase security presence, and wondered if she should be worried? They’d had a bomb scare already this tour.
Mike had one of those light bulb moments and headed for the video truck, this was becoming a bad habit, but with people still filling in and the warm up band due on soon, he was fast running out of ideas. ‘Matt we need help.’ Was his opening statement as he walked in.
‘Try a therapist.’ Came the rejoinder.
‘Ha fuckin ha! Now, we need a crowd scan, David thinks that Lucky’s in the crowd…..’
‘No I don’t think she’s out there I know she is.’ David said as he walked in with Richie close behind him. ‘So looks like we came to the same conclusion, use the cameras to scan the crowd and see if we can see her.’ Mike nodded and Matt bitched that he’d need his cameras for the support act and warm up band; Richie shushed him and told him to get Bo on the case.
Bo bitched and complained till they told him who he was looking for, then he’d whooped and started to scan, he didn’t mind looking for that woman, she was smokin!
Mike’s radio began to squawk and bitch at him, ‘Jon we’re in the van, now please calm the fuck down, you’re not due on for another hour and a half, they’re sat right next to me.’ With that he signed off and looked back at the monitors, the more eyes they had looking the better the odds of finding her.
Yeah right, an hour later David and Richie ran out to get warmed up and changed, still no sign of Lucky! Jon had stormed in and shooed them out. ‘No more using the camera’s they’ve got a job to do let them do it!’ With that command he left. Mike just shook his head and told the guys to keep an eye out again.
Lucky had listened to the warm up bands, warm up and now the support band was hitting the stage. She rolled her eyes and headed out to use the loo again before the boys took the stage. She thought of food again, but her stomach still revolted so a grabbed a water and a Pepsi and headed back toward the enclosure.
Mark came out to the front to do a sweep in the circle.
As she hit the lower steps she popped her hat back on, she’d nearly dropped the damn thing carrying it and the drinks.
Mark wandered to the gate of the circle and stood scanning; if she was here she’d be head and shoulders above other people! That was unless she’d sat down, then they were screwed till she stood up.
She walked passed a couple of security guys, who gave her a funny look and got onto their radios; shrugging she carried on.
Mark caught the shout and realised whoever it was she was heading straight for him, he hopped the fence and stood in wait. Looking up he did a quick check and saw the woman in question sauntering towards him. He did a head to toe check, she was tall enough, the right clothes, but her hair, David said it was in a ponytail; this woman had two cute plaits, she had the shady on, and she moved with a lithe grace that had his dick twitching. Then she smiled and laughed at a comment some guys made to her, fuck him it was Lucky!!!
Now what?
Sunday, 23 November 2008
Chapter 25
‘Jon I’m telling you, if he doesn’t stop we’re going to be lookin for a new keyboardist! He’s used up every last nerve I’ve got.’ Tico was the one bitching that in its self told Jon David was no longer safe from anyone!
‘Teek I know, god how I know! I’ve tried everything I can to find the damn woman, she doesn’t want finding and it’s all Lemmas fault! If he’d told her he’d see her later I don’t think she’d have bolted! He’s even ringing the hotels around here just in case she’s coming to the show, that’s how bad he’s got it for her.’
Two hours later Lucky roared into the car park, she’d pre-booked a space right next to the venue. Checking the time she realised that the fan club would be letting in soon. Did she really want to get near the stage, what if he saw her and blanked her, or worse laughed at her!
She sighed and locked her bike down, and headed for the venue.
David had just got off the phone, she wasn’t registered anywhere, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t coming, it didn’t mean she would either. God he sat with his head in his hands, what an ass he must have seemed to her that night. Just walking off and leaving her swinging, shit! If a woman had done what they had most of the day/evening/morning he’d have thought that she was either a tease or a total troll! He was a troll!
And on top of wanting her, he’d been a gigantic asshole to his brothers and the crew, he needed to start sucking up to them or he wouldn’t like what they did to him!
Lucky flashed her ticket and got it ripped and went in with the rest of the fan club. She only joined the thing so she could get in to shows early and sometimes they caught the sound check.
Her long gait ate up the steps and she entered the Golden Circle then she started to dither, front, back or side? She stood just inside the gate and people pushed passed her laughing and joking. She tried to give herself another talking too, but she just wasn’t listening. She ended up walking to the side and sitting at the back of the circle nowhere near the stage, there weren’t many people in and the ones that were there gave her a funny look, but she stayed put, she even sat down, pulling her hat further over her face, she was paranoid, hell no one was looking for her and she’d paid for the damn ticket! She really needed to get a bloody grip! She pulled her ponytail over her shoulder and played with it nervously.
Her heart hit the back of her throat, people were coming out onto the stage, the sound check looked like it was just about to start, crap, she thought they may have done that already! She was wrong, Tico came out first, starting to check his drums, techs wandering all about, Hugh and Lorenz and some others wandered out. Her palms were sweating so much she could probably fill a damn bottle! Jon and Richie came out, the crowd down front shouted and whistled, Jon flashed them a smile.
Still no David, damn he was trying to give her a heart attack!
On stage Jon was trying to control his temper, David wasn’t to be seen! He was pushing his fuckin luck. Yes they felt sorry for him, his ex was a bitch, and he’d seemed to sparkle with Lucky near him, but he needed to pull his head from his ass.
‘He’s here.’ Richie pointed out as David slunk up and around the back of the set up. Normally he and Richie would be the ones sitting on the edge of the stage talking to fans and laughing, David always came across the front and waved. Jon watched as he slumped onto his bench and turned to look at him, waiting to start, the spark had gone, and Jon felt for him, but then wanted to ream him for being tardy. He took a calming breath and prayed.
No one had spotted him coming onto the stage, except Lucky; she’d zeroed in on the movement, if people had been near her they would have heard her intake of breath, then a deep pain filled moan. Christ why the hell did she torture herself like this, she shouldn’t have come, she should have stayed away.
Yeah and there was snow in hell!
From the distance he didn’t seem right, he looked like he didn’t want to be there. There was none of his bounce, she wondered if he was ill, then mentally bitch slapped herself for caring! She needed to get away till the place filled up some more; she dragged herself upright, pulled her hat down further and headed out of the circle. As she hit the steps she flicked her ponytail down her back,
She headed up the stairs and down to the concession stands, buying a beer and a hotdog. After a bite of the dog it got thrown, her stomach was still in knots and food wouldn’t sit, but the beer stayed, so she brought another and found a wall to slid down, she wouldn’t drink any more after that, she was driving after all, but she needed something to take the edge off her emotions.
Back on stage David noticed a woman get up from the rail and his breath caught in his throat, Lucky! But the woman didn’t even glance at the stage; she pulled her hat down and then she just headed towards the stairs. God he was seeing her everywhere, then she did something, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, fuck it was the same colour as Lucky’s! It had to be her! The height, the swish of her hips, and even though he couldn’t see from there, he’d bet she’d got cowboy boots on!
As much as he wanted to charge off the stage and run to see if it was her, he knew Jon would kill him; so there he sat, playing automatically, not looking at anything else but the exit she’d left from, praying she’d come back so he could see if it was her. His heart started to beat a little faster, and a smile broke his lips for the first time since that morning, a genuine one, not the false one he’d been using.
Richie noticed Dave perk up a bit and then he smiled and Richie whipped about scanning the crowd, nada. The only reason Dave would smile was if he’d noticed someone, that someone being Lucky!
When they stopped to redo something, Richie walked to Jon and had a quiet word, Jon’s head swung to David, then swung to the crowd and scanned for a tall woman, he saw the same as Rich, nothing. What the hell had gotten into Dave, or had he totally lost it? ‘Is she here?’
‘No fuckin idea, but he’s perked up.’
‘Well be thankful for small favours, whatever’s happened he’s not moping any more.’
David continued to play and even interact with the rest a little, but his eyes still sought the exit, praying she’d walk back through, she hadn’t by the time they’d finished sound check, shit had he really seen her, or a ghost?
His shoulders slumped and they headed off stage, the first thing he did was to grab Mike and ask him to look out for the woman, he gave him a description of what she was wearing and told him it might be Lucky. He walked off muttering.
And Mike sighed praying David was right and she was here, and if she was his crew would find her; he dropped another quick prayer just in case it wasn’t her, David would loose it even more.
‘Teek I know, god how I know! I’ve tried everything I can to find the damn woman, she doesn’t want finding and it’s all Lemmas fault! If he’d told her he’d see her later I don’t think she’d have bolted! He’s even ringing the hotels around here just in case she’s coming to the show, that’s how bad he’s got it for her.’
Two hours later Lucky roared into the car park, she’d pre-booked a space right next to the venue. Checking the time she realised that the fan club would be letting in soon. Did she really want to get near the stage, what if he saw her and blanked her, or worse laughed at her!
She sighed and locked her bike down, and headed for the venue.
David had just got off the phone, she wasn’t registered anywhere, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t coming, it didn’t mean she would either. God he sat with his head in his hands, what an ass he must have seemed to her that night. Just walking off and leaving her swinging, shit! If a woman had done what they had most of the day/evening/morning he’d have thought that she was either a tease or a total troll! He was a troll!
And on top of wanting her, he’d been a gigantic asshole to his brothers and the crew, he needed to start sucking up to them or he wouldn’t like what they did to him!
Lucky flashed her ticket and got it ripped and went in with the rest of the fan club. She only joined the thing so she could get in to shows early and sometimes they caught the sound check.
Her long gait ate up the steps and she entered the Golden Circle then she started to dither, front, back or side? She stood just inside the gate and people pushed passed her laughing and joking. She tried to give herself another talking too, but she just wasn’t listening. She ended up walking to the side and sitting at the back of the circle nowhere near the stage, there weren’t many people in and the ones that were there gave her a funny look, but she stayed put, she even sat down, pulling her hat further over her face, she was paranoid, hell no one was looking for her and she’d paid for the damn ticket! She really needed to get a bloody grip! She pulled her ponytail over her shoulder and played with it nervously.
Her heart hit the back of her throat, people were coming out onto the stage, the sound check looked like it was just about to start, crap, she thought they may have done that already! She was wrong, Tico came out first, starting to check his drums, techs wandering all about, Hugh and Lorenz and some others wandered out. Her palms were sweating so much she could probably fill a damn bottle! Jon and Richie came out, the crowd down front shouted and whistled, Jon flashed them a smile.
Still no David, damn he was trying to give her a heart attack!
On stage Jon was trying to control his temper, David wasn’t to be seen! He was pushing his fuckin luck. Yes they felt sorry for him, his ex was a bitch, and he’d seemed to sparkle with Lucky near him, but he needed to pull his head from his ass.
‘He’s here.’ Richie pointed out as David slunk up and around the back of the set up. Normally he and Richie would be the ones sitting on the edge of the stage talking to fans and laughing, David always came across the front and waved. Jon watched as he slumped onto his bench and turned to look at him, waiting to start, the spark had gone, and Jon felt for him, but then wanted to ream him for being tardy. He took a calming breath and prayed.
No one had spotted him coming onto the stage, except Lucky; she’d zeroed in on the movement, if people had been near her they would have heard her intake of breath, then a deep pain filled moan. Christ why the hell did she torture herself like this, she shouldn’t have come, she should have stayed away.
Yeah and there was snow in hell!
From the distance he didn’t seem right, he looked like he didn’t want to be there. There was none of his bounce, she wondered if he was ill, then mentally bitch slapped herself for caring! She needed to get away till the place filled up some more; she dragged herself upright, pulled her hat down further and headed out of the circle. As she hit the steps she flicked her ponytail down her back,
She headed up the stairs and down to the concession stands, buying a beer and a hotdog. After a bite of the dog it got thrown, her stomach was still in knots and food wouldn’t sit, but the beer stayed, so she brought another and found a wall to slid down, she wouldn’t drink any more after that, she was driving after all, but she needed something to take the edge off her emotions.
Back on stage David noticed a woman get up from the rail and his breath caught in his throat, Lucky! But the woman didn’t even glance at the stage; she pulled her hat down and then she just headed towards the stairs. God he was seeing her everywhere, then she did something, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, fuck it was the same colour as Lucky’s! It had to be her! The height, the swish of her hips, and even though he couldn’t see from there, he’d bet she’d got cowboy boots on!
As much as he wanted to charge off the stage and run to see if it was her, he knew Jon would kill him; so there he sat, playing automatically, not looking at anything else but the exit she’d left from, praying she’d come back so he could see if it was her. His heart started to beat a little faster, and a smile broke his lips for the first time since that morning, a genuine one, not the false one he’d been using.
Richie noticed Dave perk up a bit and then he smiled and Richie whipped about scanning the crowd, nada. The only reason Dave would smile was if he’d noticed someone, that someone being Lucky!
When they stopped to redo something, Richie walked to Jon and had a quiet word, Jon’s head swung to David, then swung to the crowd and scanned for a tall woman, he saw the same as Rich, nothing. What the hell had gotten into Dave, or had he totally lost it? ‘Is she here?’
‘No fuckin idea, but he’s perked up.’
‘Well be thankful for small favours, whatever’s happened he’s not moping any more.’
David continued to play and even interact with the rest a little, but his eyes still sought the exit, praying she’d walk back through, she hadn’t by the time they’d finished sound check, shit had he really seen her, or a ghost?
His shoulders slumped and they headed off stage, the first thing he did was to grab Mike and ask him to look out for the woman, he gave him a description of what she was wearing and told him it might be Lucky. He walked off muttering.
And Mike sighed praying David was right and she was here, and if she was his crew would find her; he dropped another quick prayer just in case it wasn’t her, David would loose it even more.
Thursday, 20 November 2008
Chapter 24
Eleven days had crawled by and David was the nastiest the band had ever known him to be, even after his divorce he wasn’t this bad. Ever since he’d woken up the following day and found Lucky had left in the night. Then there was the moping, sniping and the sighing, they’d about had enough of it.
He’d gone a little mad at the time, he’d run to the front desk when he got no answer at her door, to be told she’d checked out, and no they wouldn’t give out her home address, they didn’t care who he was. Even getting Jon to beg didn’t work, from that day on the only place he saw her was in his dreams, or nightmares, she’d smile at him and he’d walk towards her, only for her to disappear just as their fingers touched.
They’d even, after Mike had a brain wave, rung Virgin and tried to get her contact details from them, they were met with the same thing, sorry no can do!
Richie had asked David what had happened they’d seemed to be hitting it of. He’d told them he thought it was going to fast and they needed to take it slower, and he’d tell her at brunch. Tico had asked him if he’d told Lucky any of that, or just walked away from her without a hint he wanted to see her again. David had started to say of course he’d made it clear he wanted to see her, and then stopped himself, thought about it, his jaw had gone slack and he’d gone white. That was all they needed to know he’d not said a word to her and she must have thought he didn’t want her.
David sat for ages cursing himself, before trying to come up with ways to find her again.
They’d tried everything before they flew to Amsterdam later that day. From Brussels they’d tried Googling her name, then used a UK phone book to track down L James, there were loads. Mike and Mark had the unfortunate task of ringing every single L James in the book; none of them knew Lucky’s phone number was ex-directory.
By the time they’d travelled to Helsinki, Oslo, Denmark and back into Glasgow, he had all about given up ever finding her again.
Now they were in Manchester and he was still no closer to finding her again, fuck!
Meanwhile, miles away Lucky was dithering. She’d got tickets for nearly all the Jovi shows in the UK, but she was humming and haring about going. She loved their music, but didn’t know if she could stand seeing David again.
For over a week she’d hidden herself from people, her friends wondered what had happened but she just said she feeling under the weather, and she’d be fine.
Yeah they didn’t believe that at all, she’d lost weight, and looked like she’d not been sleeping at all, circles ran under both eyes.
When she’d come out of hiding they’d tutted when she finally told them she’d met someone, but found he wasn’t what she thought he was.
Now here she stood, debating with herself whether to go or not.
She was dressed to go; being warm she’d pulled on faded jean and a white wife beater, cowboy boots and a Shady Brady she’d brought back from America on one of her visits. There was no reason to go over the top this time, she’d not won a backstage pass, and if she had, she’d have given it away! But she just couldn’t seem to get her ass out the door and onto her bike.
She closed her eyes, her bike; she’d not ridden it since she’d got home. All the way back she’d found David’s ghost holding onto her tightly, his hard body melded to her back as she took the twists and turns. She’d got off on shaky legs, put it in the garage and not gone near it since.
She checked her watch; if she was going she had to go now. Sighing she pulled on her leather jacket and grabbed her keys, the ticket and cash in her jeans pocket with her cell. She went into the garage and strode to her baby, running her hand over the pillion seat where David had sat; she yanked her hand away cursing her weakness! She threw her leg over, started it and took off, hitting the automatic door close. Well she wasn’t turning back now! And damned if his ghost was still there, clinging to her! Shit it was going to be a long drive.
He’d gone a little mad at the time, he’d run to the front desk when he got no answer at her door, to be told she’d checked out, and no they wouldn’t give out her home address, they didn’t care who he was. Even getting Jon to beg didn’t work, from that day on the only place he saw her was in his dreams, or nightmares, she’d smile at him and he’d walk towards her, only for her to disappear just as their fingers touched.
They’d even, after Mike had a brain wave, rung Virgin and tried to get her contact details from them, they were met with the same thing, sorry no can do!
Richie had asked David what had happened they’d seemed to be hitting it of. He’d told them he thought it was going to fast and they needed to take it slower, and he’d tell her at brunch. Tico had asked him if he’d told Lucky any of that, or just walked away from her without a hint he wanted to see her again. David had started to say of course he’d made it clear he wanted to see her, and then stopped himself, thought about it, his jaw had gone slack and he’d gone white. That was all they needed to know he’d not said a word to her and she must have thought he didn’t want her.
David sat for ages cursing himself, before trying to come up with ways to find her again.
They’d tried everything before they flew to Amsterdam later that day. From Brussels they’d tried Googling her name, then used a UK phone book to track down L James, there were loads. Mike and Mark had the unfortunate task of ringing every single L James in the book; none of them knew Lucky’s phone number was ex-directory.
By the time they’d travelled to Helsinki, Oslo, Denmark and back into Glasgow, he had all about given up ever finding her again.
Now they were in Manchester and he was still no closer to finding her again, fuck!
Meanwhile, miles away Lucky was dithering. She’d got tickets for nearly all the Jovi shows in the UK, but she was humming and haring about going. She loved their music, but didn’t know if she could stand seeing David again.
For over a week she’d hidden herself from people, her friends wondered what had happened but she just said she feeling under the weather, and she’d be fine.
Yeah they didn’t believe that at all, she’d lost weight, and looked like she’d not been sleeping at all, circles ran under both eyes.
When she’d come out of hiding they’d tutted when she finally told them she’d met someone, but found he wasn’t what she thought he was.
Now here she stood, debating with herself whether to go or not.
She was dressed to go; being warm she’d pulled on faded jean and a white wife beater, cowboy boots and a Shady Brady she’d brought back from America on one of her visits. There was no reason to go over the top this time, she’d not won a backstage pass, and if she had, she’d have given it away! But she just couldn’t seem to get her ass out the door and onto her bike.
She closed her eyes, her bike; she’d not ridden it since she’d got home. All the way back she’d found David’s ghost holding onto her tightly, his hard body melded to her back as she took the twists and turns. She’d got off on shaky legs, put it in the garage and not gone near it since.
She checked her watch; if she was going she had to go now. Sighing she pulled on her leather jacket and grabbed her keys, the ticket and cash in her jeans pocket with her cell. She went into the garage and strode to her baby, running her hand over the pillion seat where David had sat; she yanked her hand away cursing her weakness! She threw her leg over, started it and took off, hitting the automatic door close. Well she wasn’t turning back now! And damned if his ghost was still there, clinging to her! Shit it was going to be a long drive.
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
Chapter 23
You could have heard a pin drop.
‘You teach music? What do you play?’ Questions came thick and fast from them, they crowded about her.
‘Again yes I teach music in secondary schools, and I play the piano, and a bit of guitar.’
‘Hot damn I can talk music to you and you’ll know what I’m talking about, not glaze over!’ David pulled her back into his rock hard chest and kissed her breath away, till the others bitched at him to let her up to talk to them. ‘Why she’s my date.’ He smirked at his brothers at his good fortune.
‘Oh for goodness sake you sound like teenage boys fighting over a damn toy, and since when am I your date Rashbaum?’ David looked abashed at her calling him on being his date; he grinned and shrugged at her. ‘And what, or who, do I have to do to get a drink?’
Conversation slammed to a stop once again, and she stood there with an innocent look on her face, none of the men dared ask if she said what they thought she’d said. ‘I’ll get it querido, what’s your poison?’
‘Gracias Tico, you’re a gem I’ll have a jack and coke please. And can someone tell me why you don’t sing on tours these days? I just love you singing, gives me goose bumps.’
‘Miel, how about you go out with me instead of Curly here, I’d show you a better time, and you’d have to ask Kidd why I don’t steal the shows any more.’ He winked and wandered off to get her that drink.
David told him to back off and find his own friend.
Lucky levelled her gaze on Jon, who started to feel a bit hot under her continuous stare, ‘So, why doesn’t he sing any more?’
David and Richie started to wind him up some more too, ‘Yeah why is that bro?’ Evil grins showing behind Lucky’s back, you didn’t have to berate them more than once for them to learn to hide what they did.
‘Because Sambora here is a spotlight whore these days!’ Jon flicked him the bird and laughed.
This started the three of them bickering and sniping, Tico returned handed Lucky her drink and they both wandered off to get a seat and talk, leaving the other boys to fight amongst themselves.
‘Hooooold it!’ David shouted at Rich and Jon, quite a while later.
‘What?’ They both snapped, enjoying the buzz of a sparring war.
‘Where the hell did Lucky go?’ He started to search for her, the other two doing the same. ‘If she’s left and I don’t know how to contact her, I’m gonna kill you to jerks!’ He was starting to get worried now.
Richie spotted her first, trust the Hitman to corral her off to a quite corner. ‘Lemma!’ He shouted and when he caught David’s eye he nodded towards the table.
David saw her talking with Tico and she threw her head back and gave a glorious laugh, Tico sat there and grinned like a fool. David was just glad she’d not gone and left him, as a trio the men pushed their way passed others till the stood at the table.
Lucky knew the exact moment they’d missed her, David’s head had shot up and started doing a sweep of the room, and now they were stood there looking at her and Tico. ‘Take a picture boy’s it lasts longer.’ And took a long pull on her drink, she’d switched to coke after the second jack, but only Tico knew that. She needed a clear head about David or she’d find herself in bed with him before she knew it!
Tico laughed, ‘Hey you snooze you loose assholes, or should that be bicker?’ Lucky laughed again, and all David wanted to do was to haul her out of the booth and take her somewhere private for a few days!
‘How about I get some drinks in and we can talk?’ Richie asked.
Lucky checked her watch and looked shocked it was nearly three, no wonder she was flagging, way passed her bedtime. ‘Well as much as I’m enjoying Tico’s company, I’m going to have to go, I need my beauty sleep even if you lot don’t.’
‘What, no, please don’t leave, not yet.’ David said, and then remembered where she was staying, and could this be a signal for him?
Lucky shuffled around till she could get out of the booth, she placed her hand on his arm and looked him in the eye, ‘Sorry honey, but this old girl can’t keep up with rock stars.’ She winked at him, ‘Mere normal people need to sleep, so with much regret I’m calling time.’ She turned to the others ‘Well gentlemen it’s been a blast and so damn surreal I’ll remember this for a while. And no banging on my door, otherwise I’ve friends that I can call on.’ She laughed and the guys kissed and hugged her goodnight, not believing for one minute she’d get away from their brother so easy.
David put his arm about her shoulders, ‘I’ll walk you to your room, guys later.’ And brushing her protest out of the way telling her he’d rather look at a gorgeous creature than the ugly mugs of his brothers.
Lucky laughed and said fine, and arm in arm they waltzed out of the door and headed for the lift.
While they stood there his arm tightened about her hugging her to him, Lucky looked at him and gave a tired smile and leant her head on his shoulder and sighed, this was heaven!
David adored having her rest against him, it felt, well right. The bell dinged signalling the lifts arrival and they got in, he pressed the button for their floor and as the door closed the world out he gently tilted her chin and kissed her.
Lucky’s arms snaked up over his shoulders, they seemed to have done a lot of that tonight, her fingers spearing his soft curls, and lent into him. Lord help her it felt so damn right, but as they travelled up she got more than a little nervous, did he expect her to sleep with him? Mind you she couldn’t say she hadn’t encouraged it if he did, she’d never acted like a wanton hussy before.
David was in heaven, she was wrapped about him like a second skin, and damn she really did taste wonderful, if he could keep her in his arms forever he’d die a happy man. His eyes popped open, still kissing her, where the hell had that come from? He’d only known her, what about ten hours and already he was thinking long term! He needed to slow this down, before he got his heart broken again!
As the life arrived at their floor he gently untangled himself from her and taking her hand led her out of the lift and towards their rooms.
Lucky was starting to panic, hell it had been five years since she’d made love! She couldn’t help it if she was picky, and no man since Peter had revved her engine this much, but she could feel herself start to choke on fear of the unknown.
They reached her door in what she felt was record time, and before she could say a word David took her knees from under her.
‘Lucky, darlin, it’s been a blast tonight and I’m glad we met.’ He kissed her cheek, ‘Now you have a goodnights sleep honey, sorry for keeping up out till dawns early light.’ He kissed her again, opened her door, gently pushed her through it and closed it. He turned when all he wanted to do was to kick the door open and sweep her into his arms and not let her go. But later, he’d take her out for brunch and talk about what was happening between them, but now he needed to get the hell out of there and take a freezing cold shower!
Lucky stood staring into the room, what had happened? Had he felt her drawing back, was tonight just fun and he didn’t really want her? Her emotions swung back and forth, from anger to frustration, then a sob hit the back of her throat, wasn’t she good enough for him, was that it, had he gone back down and collected on a bet from his brothers, was she a pity date? Did anything he say during the evening mean anything? Tears started to pour from her eyes, a trickle at first, then to a waterfall. She clutched her chest, her heart hurt, and she crumpled down the door, and sat for ages crying for something she thought could have happened between them.
After an hour of crying she got up, took a shower, washing his scent from her; afterwards she packed her saddlebag and left the hotel before she could be humiliated any further.
In his bed David heard the roar of a motorbike, and smiled in his sleep, in his dream he was holding the most beautiful woman and they were riding her hog into the sunset, together.
‘You teach music? What do you play?’ Questions came thick and fast from them, they crowded about her.
‘Again yes I teach music in secondary schools, and I play the piano, and a bit of guitar.’
‘Hot damn I can talk music to you and you’ll know what I’m talking about, not glaze over!’ David pulled her back into his rock hard chest and kissed her breath away, till the others bitched at him to let her up to talk to them. ‘Why she’s my date.’ He smirked at his brothers at his good fortune.
‘Oh for goodness sake you sound like teenage boys fighting over a damn toy, and since when am I your date Rashbaum?’ David looked abashed at her calling him on being his date; he grinned and shrugged at her. ‘And what, or who, do I have to do to get a drink?’
Conversation slammed to a stop once again, and she stood there with an innocent look on her face, none of the men dared ask if she said what they thought she’d said. ‘I’ll get it querido, what’s your poison?’
‘Gracias Tico, you’re a gem I’ll have a jack and coke please. And can someone tell me why you don’t sing on tours these days? I just love you singing, gives me goose bumps.’
‘Miel, how about you go out with me instead of Curly here, I’d show you a better time, and you’d have to ask Kidd why I don’t steal the shows any more.’ He winked and wandered off to get her that drink.
David told him to back off and find his own friend.
Lucky levelled her gaze on Jon, who started to feel a bit hot under her continuous stare, ‘So, why doesn’t he sing any more?’
David and Richie started to wind him up some more too, ‘Yeah why is that bro?’ Evil grins showing behind Lucky’s back, you didn’t have to berate them more than once for them to learn to hide what they did.
‘Because Sambora here is a spotlight whore these days!’ Jon flicked him the bird and laughed.
This started the three of them bickering and sniping, Tico returned handed Lucky her drink and they both wandered off to get a seat and talk, leaving the other boys to fight amongst themselves.
‘Hooooold it!’ David shouted at Rich and Jon, quite a while later.
‘What?’ They both snapped, enjoying the buzz of a sparring war.
‘Where the hell did Lucky go?’ He started to search for her, the other two doing the same. ‘If she’s left and I don’t know how to contact her, I’m gonna kill you to jerks!’ He was starting to get worried now.
Richie spotted her first, trust the Hitman to corral her off to a quite corner. ‘Lemma!’ He shouted and when he caught David’s eye he nodded towards the table.
David saw her talking with Tico and she threw her head back and gave a glorious laugh, Tico sat there and grinned like a fool. David was just glad she’d not gone and left him, as a trio the men pushed their way passed others till the stood at the table.
Lucky knew the exact moment they’d missed her, David’s head had shot up and started doing a sweep of the room, and now they were stood there looking at her and Tico. ‘Take a picture boy’s it lasts longer.’ And took a long pull on her drink, she’d switched to coke after the second jack, but only Tico knew that. She needed a clear head about David or she’d find herself in bed with him before she knew it!
Tico laughed, ‘Hey you snooze you loose assholes, or should that be bicker?’ Lucky laughed again, and all David wanted to do was to haul her out of the booth and take her somewhere private for a few days!
‘How about I get some drinks in and we can talk?’ Richie asked.
Lucky checked her watch and looked shocked it was nearly three, no wonder she was flagging, way passed her bedtime. ‘Well as much as I’m enjoying Tico’s company, I’m going to have to go, I need my beauty sleep even if you lot don’t.’
‘What, no, please don’t leave, not yet.’ David said, and then remembered where she was staying, and could this be a signal for him?
Lucky shuffled around till she could get out of the booth, she placed her hand on his arm and looked him in the eye, ‘Sorry honey, but this old girl can’t keep up with rock stars.’ She winked at him, ‘Mere normal people need to sleep, so with much regret I’m calling time.’ She turned to the others ‘Well gentlemen it’s been a blast and so damn surreal I’ll remember this for a while. And no banging on my door, otherwise I’ve friends that I can call on.’ She laughed and the guys kissed and hugged her goodnight, not believing for one minute she’d get away from their brother so easy.
David put his arm about her shoulders, ‘I’ll walk you to your room, guys later.’ And brushing her protest out of the way telling her he’d rather look at a gorgeous creature than the ugly mugs of his brothers.
Lucky laughed and said fine, and arm in arm they waltzed out of the door and headed for the lift.
While they stood there his arm tightened about her hugging her to him, Lucky looked at him and gave a tired smile and leant her head on his shoulder and sighed, this was heaven!
David adored having her rest against him, it felt, well right. The bell dinged signalling the lifts arrival and they got in, he pressed the button for their floor and as the door closed the world out he gently tilted her chin and kissed her.
Lucky’s arms snaked up over his shoulders, they seemed to have done a lot of that tonight, her fingers spearing his soft curls, and lent into him. Lord help her it felt so damn right, but as they travelled up she got more than a little nervous, did he expect her to sleep with him? Mind you she couldn’t say she hadn’t encouraged it if he did, she’d never acted like a wanton hussy before.
David was in heaven, she was wrapped about him like a second skin, and damn she really did taste wonderful, if he could keep her in his arms forever he’d die a happy man. His eyes popped open, still kissing her, where the hell had that come from? He’d only known her, what about ten hours and already he was thinking long term! He needed to slow this down, before he got his heart broken again!
As the life arrived at their floor he gently untangled himself from her and taking her hand led her out of the lift and towards their rooms.
Lucky was starting to panic, hell it had been five years since she’d made love! She couldn’t help it if she was picky, and no man since Peter had revved her engine this much, but she could feel herself start to choke on fear of the unknown.
They reached her door in what she felt was record time, and before she could say a word David took her knees from under her.
‘Lucky, darlin, it’s been a blast tonight and I’m glad we met.’ He kissed her cheek, ‘Now you have a goodnights sleep honey, sorry for keeping up out till dawns early light.’ He kissed her again, opened her door, gently pushed her through it and closed it. He turned when all he wanted to do was to kick the door open and sweep her into his arms and not let her go. But later, he’d take her out for brunch and talk about what was happening between them, but now he needed to get the hell out of there and take a freezing cold shower!
Lucky stood staring into the room, what had happened? Had he felt her drawing back, was tonight just fun and he didn’t really want her? Her emotions swung back and forth, from anger to frustration, then a sob hit the back of her throat, wasn’t she good enough for him, was that it, had he gone back down and collected on a bet from his brothers, was she a pity date? Did anything he say during the evening mean anything? Tears started to pour from her eyes, a trickle at first, then to a waterfall. She clutched her chest, her heart hurt, and she crumpled down the door, and sat for ages crying for something she thought could have happened between them.
After an hour of crying she got up, took a shower, washing his scent from her; afterwards she packed her saddlebag and left the hotel before she could be humiliated any further.
In his bed David heard the roar of a motorbike, and smiled in his sleep, in his dream he was holding the most beautiful woman and they were riding her hog into the sunset, together.
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