Chapter 18

Jon sharply knocked on the door, considering Richie slept on the plane, he should be awake now. He sighed, he was getting no answer.
"Wake up Rich" Jon shouted. Richie stretched out his long legs, pulling in the woman next to him. Jon hollered again this time, Richie noticed. He grumbled as he clambered his legs out of the bed, he strode his way to the door. The door opened. "What the hell man, you know it's way too early to be up" Richie retaliated.
"It's 10am" Jon replied
Richie turned the whole situation onto it's head by talking about Evie. Jon said she was a bad influence and that she shouldn't of come. This, obviously turned into an argument. Their voices heated; Richie was truly pissed off.

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Evie rolled over, her hand finding that there was no one there, Richie was gone. She turned her attention to the hated voices outside of her room. She did a cat-like stretch and her back popped. She sighed and opened the door, "Rich, what's going on?" she asked, confused.
"Come on darlin', lets get back to bed; it's way too early" he murmured, scowling at Jon.  She lay on the bed, Richie lay next to her. "Rich, I don't feel too good" she mumbled, her face pale. He put a hand to her forehead, shaking his head. "You got a temperature, try and sleep, we'll see if ya feel any better then" he told Evie.
She closed her eyes and fell into sleep. Richie pulled up the covers, mumbled goodnight and left the room.
Richie walked down to the hotels gym, he needed to work-out. He hit the treadmill, he put on some fast metal riffs to run too, soon he had worked up a sweat. He moved onto the weights and grabbed some dumbbells, his muscles flexed and strained. After a time, he was done and decided to go and look and see if Evie was better.


Rich opened the door, his gaze moving to Evie, she was still sleeping; probably unconscious. He tip-toed over to the bed. Richie lifted up the covers and sure enough she was gone alfresco, he moved one calloused fingertip gently along her abdomen, making her groan. He stroked her slits, then delved a finger along a vein in  her heat. He repeated this over and over but to no avail. He moved his calloused fingertip to her little nub of sensitivity, which he was sure to wake her up. She bolted upright, her face full of pure pleasure. He smiled and took out his finger.
"So nice" she whispered, just enough so he could hear. " Nice to hear darlin' " he moaned, his erection growing.


"God woman, If we do this anymore we won't be leaving in one piece" he groaned, eyes dark with desire. "I'm good with that" she replied.
"Yeah, but Jon isn't" he retorted, getting up. She picked up her clothes, plonking them on. She strode over to Richie, her hand rubbed over his chest, making him growl. "Ah darlin' " he purred, pushing his hands through her hair. She purred. He thrust his tounge down her throat, she moaned through the kisses as her hands tapped up and down his spine. "Sambora, time to go" Jon shouted, his patience wained.

"I'm busy" Richie replied as he let go of the kisses. Jon stormed in, grabbing Richie. Evie punched Jon in the face, standing up for Rich.
"What the fuck was that for?"
"No one grabs Richie like that, even you" she replied, eyes stormy. Richie shushed her, picked her up and down to the limo.
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Richie got out, taking Evie with him, David and Jon went up the stage to sound check.
Richie and Evie walked into Richie's room, guitars were strewn everywhere. One guitar stood out. It was a black Jersey Star, Floyd rose pickups and a strap that said 'King of Swing'. She plugged it in, walked over to Richie's custom-made voice box and started to play Livin' On A Prayer. Richie trotted over to her, white Jersey Star in hand, she said through the voice box "I really want to fuck you". He chuckled. "So do I, Evie" he replied, playing a soft melody on his beloved Kramer.
"We can do it now" she whispered, seductively in his earhole. "As much as I do, we have sound check to get to" Richie replied in a low growl. She did a pick slide then started playing the Muddy Waters classic Rock Me Baby on the guitar, her heart occasionally missing a beat. Rich's breathing hitched, no not here, not now he had sound check to get to. "I've gotta go" he stammered, annoyed that his body had other ideas. He fumbled onto the stage and tested out his guitar. They went straight into playing Wild In The Streets, Richie couldn't get dirty thoughts out of his head. Finally after a while sound check was finished, Richie took off his guitar and walked back to the room where Evie was.