Chapter 32

“Well, hell, that didn’t take long.” Kris looked over at the remaining GDs and men that were still partying and drinking together after watching first Linda and Richie, then Amber and Jon leave. Followed very shortly thereafter by Lainey on Daniel’s arm, the two speaking more with their eyes than words. That Stas and Timmy, the guitar tech/musician with Nickelback, hit it off almost instantaneously and he was taking her upstairs to drink some Ouzo in his room was a surprise, not that he wasn’t a complete hottie, but earlier she’d been talking intently to David and they all figured she’d be the one to take on the Joker.

When David looped his arm around Tara’s shoulders, waggled his eyebrows and made a suggestion that she accepted was about when Kris determined she’d had enough to drink. This whole night was surreal. First, she got flown here, ended up in the pit, partied and got shit-faced with the band and her friends and now she was in a bar drinking and partying with Nickelback, well, other than Daniel who’d left with Lainey and Ryan that vanished somewhere with Bean.

From where she was sitting and now nursing a Pepsi, she was jealous that Nikki had Chad’s rapt attention. Pleased also that Lynn finally rid herself of Bobby and was currently wrapped around Mike being soundly and thoroughly kissed. Looking around she saw Bobby was nowhere around, snorting quietly to herself in relief.

“What’s so funny?”

The deep timbre of the male voice that came from behind her startled her, turning she was surprised to see Hugh McDonald standing there. “My friends.” They’d talked back at the bar during the party, but thought he’d gone upstairs and not joined their party in the second bar of the night.

“They are a pretty wild bunch. Why are you sitting way over here?” He sat with her.

“Trying to get sober enough to go to bed.”

His eyebrows winged upwards, “you have to be sober for that?” paused, then added “want an escort?”

Throwing caution to the wind, and her marital free pass along with it, even though Jon was supposed to be her free pass, she headed out with Hugh on her arm. At least, she thought, I won’t be the one not getting laid tonight. As they stood to leave, she noticed that Nikki and Chad were heading towards the elevators too. And neither will Nikki.

Having said good night to Rue and Paula when they’d stumbled upstairs too drunk to join in and seeing Dana and Tico wander outside to go find an open restaurant, she counted in her head, yep, that was all the GDs accounted for and entered the elevator with Hugh for her own private adventure.


The music he’d turned on was soft, slow and soulful, she was snuggled against his long frame on the bed, trailing her fingers down his arm, tracing the tattoo there and letting her fingers travel on down his side memorizing every inch of his gloriously nude body. Their first round had been hard, fast and pounded as intensely as the strains of Back in Black that accompanied it.

The sweat that covered both of their bodies was now drying as they laid there looking deeply into the other’s eyes, learning the curves and planes of the other’s body with gentle fingers and roving eyes. Her fantasies didn’t do this man justice. He was perfection, tall, dark, a mouth made for sin and a body to back it up. Yeah, Sambora was better than her best fantasies and she now understood completely that ‘arm of a small child in a boxing glove’ reference. He really was that big and he fit her perfectly.

“You do know that I’m not done yet, don’t you sweetheart?” Richie’s fingers brushing softly against the super-sensitized skin on the rounded curve of her breast. Lust filling the rich chocolate of his eyes as he watched the nipple pucker at his touch, dipping his head to taste her and draw the hard tip into his mouth.

Linda bit down on her own lip stifling the scream that was threatening to erupt. She’d waited a lifetime for this. She’d read stories about how romantic and giving he was, but never expected what she was getting now. His mouth suckling on her breast. Fingers, those long, graceful fingers with their calloused tips, reverently caressing her other breast, testing the weight of it, flicking her nipple with his thumb and torturing her with his deliberate, sweet attention that had her drenched waiting for more.

When he switched hands and his left snaked between them she wasn’t certain, so lost in the feeling of having him lavishing attention on her breasts. Pushing his fingers between her thighs, he was gratified to feel her spread them instinctively for his intrusion. She was wet, willing and ready for him and yet for some reason in his mind he wanted to draw this out, to take her as he would a cherished lover instead of a one night stand. Stroking his hand through her curls and into the folds of her core, he easily found the bud of her clitoris standing proudly waiting for his touch. Running his fingertip against it she gasped, shuddering already.

Chuckling against her breast at her reaction, the vibration sent shockwaves through her, sending her closer to the edge, her eyes tightly closed, lips parted, the pink of her tongue darting out mindlessly to lick her lips. Lifting away from her breast, he watched her reactions as he touched her again as he had seconds before and heard a very feminine, almost feline purr coming from deep within her. Stroking it harder her head began rolling side to side, the purr turning to a moan and moments later she broke from the sweet torture of just his one finger on her clit.

Not pausing, he pushed a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to torment her clit, starting a rhythm of entering and retreating a little, then deeper, first just the one finger, then a second and a third joining in. Linda begging for release and screaming his name when seconds later she came again. Panting from the multiple orgasms, she opened her eyes to see the deeply satisfied look in his eyes. About to say something, although words were difficult to form when you’re being fucked stupid by a rock god, he plunged into her, his own need overcoming his desire to indulge in finding out how many times he could make her come before taking his own pleasure. The feel of him inside her, filling her as only he could do, was her undoing, his name screamed triumphantly to the stars as her orgasm soared taking her to nirvana.

The way she clenched around him, enveloping him in her hot, wet womb, Richie thrust deeply. Staying seated within her he relished the feeling, listening to her ragged breathing and her mewing whimpers, withdrawing and entering again, he took his time until he was ready to explode and quickened the pace, by then her legs were twined around his hips urging him on until they both released together, collapsing in a tangle of arms and legs, sated and falling quickly to the deep, exhausted sleep of lovers.