Chapter 63

Richie took his bows and exited the stage at a trot. The concert had been awesome but now he was eager to get back to Bri. The one night they'd had together before flying to San Jose just hadn't been enough to relieve him of the ache that had built in the days between Hawaii and finding her. He took off down the long corridor and into the dressing room a genuine smile creeping onto his lips as he found her in his dressing room, her feet propped up on the arm, her head buried in some magazine she'd found. Walking over to her he pulled her up hurriedly, his lips latching onto hers as he tried by kiss alone to snatch the breath from her body.

A tiny gasp escaped her as she was propelled from sitting to standing in less than five seconds, the heat of the man, his scent, and lips combining into a heady jumble. Pulling back a moment she almost chuckled at the look on his face. "You'd think you hadn't seen me in years."

"I feel like I haven't," Richie murmured in her ear. He nibbled on her neck, his hands sliding down to the small of her back as he pulled her flush with his body. He ground lightly against her, the friction of his leathers hardening him even more. "God see what you do to me? "

Her hands lifted to slide under his damp concert apparel. "it was only a few days, and you welcomed me back most thoroughly at Geena's you know. But I have to admit," she paused and grinned at the twinkle in his eye, "It only made me want you more." Pulling back a moment her head tilted, "I do want to ask why you wanted me backstage though, hearing the concert back here is not like seeing it from up front."

"It's simple Darlin', if you were already back here I could get to you faster." Richie growled and lifted her shirt over her head, his hands moving to her breasts quickly, his fingers scissoring over her nipples lightly, the squeaky little moan she let go revving his need even higher.

She hissed as she felt the vented air hitting her skin, "RICHIE! its the dressing room!"

“So? No one is back here yet.” His lips slid along her jawline to the valley between her breasts, his hands slipping under the neck of her stretchy lace blouse to push it down for better access. With a small nip his lips encircled the tip of her breast, only to flick against it with the edge of his tongue.

"RICHARD!" She wiggled slightly, trying to move backwards. "How old are you again? You're acting like a kid!"

His grin rivaled the Cheshire Cat's, " I thought you liked me like this."

She couldn't help it, she started to laugh. "I do, really I do, but you're buddies, I don't want to give THEM a show." She squeaked as he lifted her and moved over to the couch along the wall.

She whimpered as he settled her onto the couch, his legs on either side of her as he leaned in, his lips slowly gliding over each inch of skin he could find. And when his hands slid up under her skirt, pulling it higher, all she could do was lift her hips to help.

Richie slid her panties off, pushed her skirt up and unzipped his jeans. With one fluid movement he quickly entered her. "God baby you feel so good," He growled in her ear.

She couldn't stop the moans.She didn't want to as the onslaught of his hips started slow and easy only to increase to fast and deep. Her nails dug in as she gave herself up to his control, each nibble, each plunge letting her know how deeply she had fallen, and how much he wanted her here.

Richie propped each of her legs in the crook of his elbows and started to rock his hips faster, relishing each little whimper and moan, each little scrape of her slender fingers on his skin.

She rose to meet each thrust, her hands holding to his hips, her lips pressed to his neck, the thudding of his heartbeat keeping time with his motions. She felt her toes beginning to bow in as he pushed her closer and closer to explosion, her brain shutting off to any outside stimuli. Only he existed, his lips, his hands, his body, his moves. Nothing else even mattered.

Richie grunted and growled as his orgasm was built to the pinnacle. He wanted to hold on for a bit longer, but being away from her for so long was making it impossible. He felt like a teen all over again, only without the nerves. He pounded harder and gritted his teeth as he concentrated on the silk surrounding him. Just a bit longer, just a little bit longer.

She felt him tightening, felt the growly grunts against her shoulder and knew he was holding on for all he was worth. He relished the connection as much as she did. The tighter the bond, the easier to go over together. His nibble turned from easy to hard and her mind spiraled out of control. She felt the pleas falling from her lips, she wasn't sure it was anything more than sound, words having left her. "Please baby, please..."

Her begging sent him over the edge. He leaned down kissed her breathless until his release hit. He jerked a few times, collapsing on top of her with a satisfied moan.

She held him close, her breath shuddering from her as the surroundings, and the applause slowly bled into her conscious. With a tilt of her head she felt the horror build as three fully grown men stood at the door, all holding poster board with the number 10 in bold marker. "FUCK!"

Richie glanced behind him and growled. "Fuck! Get out will ya?" His hands slid down to brace on each side of her body, making sure she was completing covered

She slid her hands down frantically, pulling skirt down, pants back right and pushed Richie aside. God she was so embarrassed, but that wasn't what you showed to these guys. Arching a brow she walked up, grabbed the posters and turned them upside down before showing them to each man in turn..

She growled, "I'll give you a 1 on the respect meter. Thought you'd outgrown rock star shenanigans and shit." She turned to David. "Bet Carly will just LOVE it when I tell her how you rate lovemaking."

Turning to Jon she grinned, "Geena, too. She'll make sure I get the return favor."

She twisted and moved back beside Richie, her hand reaching out for his. "How's about we go someplace where the peoples is more polite?"

Richie chuckled "Damn I'm glad to have you back." He adjusted himself and zipped up. Taking her hand he glanced back to his buddies."You MUST have something better to do with your time than gawking like three teens. If you're so fuckin' horny and need a woman hows about giving them a call?" Richie's middle finger flipped up in a salute as he walked out the door his arm slung around Bri's shoulder.

She paused a moment, her head turning to take in 3 slack jawed rock stars as her hand slid to cup Richie's ass familiarly. Her lips tilted into a grin. "Besides you assholes were wrong. He was at least a 20. Oh wait, you can't count that high?"

Richie laughed at the look on his friend's faces. They'd never expected her to give back as good as she got, but he'd always sensed she had it in her. "Thanks Darlin'." He leaned in and kissed her.

Jon watched as Richie and Bri sauntered down the hall laughing. Were they laughing at him? Fuck it all, it was bad enough to hear the grunts and groans that made even his pants tight, but when David suggested a little fun he went and fell right in with the plan. Never could resist a practical joke. But the hussy had turned it against them, and she'd done it with grace and style. In the process she'd reminded them that they'd acted like animals and not men.

It made him want Geena even more than ever. He just knew she'd be just as easy going. It had to be her gutter girl influences. Glancing at Dave, whose mouth was still standing open, he shook his head and laughed. "Trying to catch flies man?"

'Damn and we wanted her back her why? " David laughed and shook her head, "She's ferocious."

"For exactly what just happened. He's more alive than ever, and she ain't afraid of us."

"Ah ok just checking. Damn if she ain't a spitfire."

Jon snorted, "She’s spitfire light, wait til you get a load of Geena in a situation like this."

"Tell me man what would she do ?" David grinned to see his buddies eyes light up the moment he started talking about her. He knew Jon had it bad. He was just too damn stubborn to admit to it. All of them knew it but Jon.

Jon shook his head and grinned, "She would of thrown the posters back in pieces most likely, and used a few choicer words. I think Bri is still trying to escape that perfect lady shit drummed into her." He stopped a moment and reconsidered what he'd tell his brothers, but if Geena knew anything, it was he didn't keep secrets from the Brotherhood.

"Geena though, she'd not had that, so she won't think twice to brain ya if need be."

"Well then why the hell ain't she here?" David's brow arched as he watched Jon curiously.

Jon's lip twitched as he threw the question back at his friend. "Why ain't Carly here?"

"Work but she is trying to get more time off," David answered with a sigh.

Jon snorted, "Geena works too. and that's why she hasn't shown yet. We're working on the details."

"Sure you are. So what's up with having Matt post pics of you online," he teased.

Jon shrugged, "Just PR Man. Seems that crowd on twitter is very active. It will get the word out." And Geena will see, and she will want to get to the concert even worse.

Oh fuck that. You're sending her masturbation material is more like it, and you know it."

Jon swatted his head lightly, "and just how many phone calls have been aimed at a Jersey phone that aint your kids man? I know you're doing the same shit, just with voice and not pictures."

"Carly ain't like that, she's shy. But I do call her just about every night," David responded defensively.

Jon laughed as he stepped into the shower. "And that's why man, she's everything you AIN'T."

He shut the door to the shower, stripped and stepped under the hot spray. It's why he liked Geena too, for all his closed off, keep it to himself parts, there were open laughing and talks about it all parts to her.

He'd be bringing her here, well there.. wherever the hell soon. He'd waited long enough. It was time for round two.