Chapter 240

Sitting in the back of a limo, waiting their turn, Tori looked out and saw Jon and Dorothea climb out of the limo ahead of them and pose for pictures. When their car moved into position and the door opened Richie stepped out first. Jon heard the crowd and reporters shout Richie’s name, turned and walked back to the curb.

“Hey man. How was your flight?”

“Hey. Flight was fine. Tonight might be another story.”

Jon’s brows rose. “Oh? Why?”

Richie sighed. “You’ll see.”

Tori realized very quickly that between the low slung car and Peanut, she was going to need help if she wanted to get out with any grace at all. She maneuvered herself to the door and waited for Richie to give her a hand. And waited. And waited. Finally, she reached out a hand and swatted his leg, effectively disrupting their conversation.

“Uh, a little help here please.”

Richie grinned. “Oops. Sorry angel.” He reached in to grip her arm.

Jon glanced in and reached to grab her other arm. He looked at Richie. “One, two, three, pull!”

Very quickly, Tori found herself standing on the sidewalk. She pulled one arm free and with her clutch bag, swatted both men. “I asked for a hand, not to be launched. I’m not that big yet!”

“Holy Christ Tori!” Jon choked out as his gazed raked her.

“See?” Richie’s comment was for both of them.

The crowd, which had hushed in expectation when they reached into the long car, and then erupted when they got a good look at Tori, laughed.

“Hey Tori, when’s Baby Sambora due?”

“June.” She replied with a smile, then lowered her voice. “Oh put a sock in it. Both of you.”

“Hey Jon, how about a picture of the three of you?”

They obliged.

“Hey Jon, where’d your wife go?”

Jon looked towards the door and waved. “Dot, come here.”

The two women hugged then stood with their men while flashbulbs went off all around them. Finally, they were able to escape inside. Tico, Alejandra, David and Karin were all standing in the lobby, David accepting congratulations and signing autographs. Both men did a double take at Tori, then hustled her into the centre of their group, shielding her from the crowd.

“Madre santa del Dios!”

“Holy shit Bela!”

“What? And by the way, my eyes are up here.” Tori pointed to her eyes.

“Yeah, but for once those aren’t your most notable feature.” David observed.

Karin reached over and lifted his chin – and his line of sight. “You’re referring to the baby of course.”

He snorted. “It’s not the baby that’s on display.”

Richie frowned down at his wife. “I told you!”

Tori looked around at the men in disgust. “Men! A little bit of skin and your minds go right to the gutter! Besides, I thought you all liked seeing a little cleavage?”

“Not on my sister!” Came from three throats.

“Not on my wife! Well, at least not in public where others can see it. And it’s more than a little, angel.” Richie pointed out.

Tori looked at the women who all rolled their eyes. “Oh come on you guys, look at me! I’m not exactly Playmate of the month with this belly.”

“No, you’re better.” David argued. Tori snorted.

“He’s right Bela. There’s nothing more beautiful than a gloriously pregnant woman.” Tico assured her. Jon and David nodded.

Tori eyes filled with tears. Richie’s arm came around her. “I told you.” She just leaned against him and blinked rapidly.

“And apparently it brings out the Neanderthal’s in the men closest to her.” Dorothea noted dryly.

“Uh, David, sorry to interrupt, but Joe needs you backstage.” A theatre staffer interjected.

David nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll be right there.” He kissed Karin and looked around the group. “I’ll see you guys after.”

“Shirley.” Tori stopped him as he started to walk away. She searched his blue eyes, then hugged him. “Relax and enjoy this. It’s going to be a great show.”

David squeezed her gently. “Thanks Bela.”


After the show – which was indeed spectacular – they were sitting around the table at the party catching up on each other’s lives.

“How are you feeling Tori?” Alejandra asked.

“Great. The baby started kicking about a week ago.”

“I’m surprised Richie’s hand isn’t permanently attached.” Karin chuckled.

“She won’t let me.” Richie winked.

Tori snorted. “It might as well be, you don’t let go for long.”

“Of course not. I don’t want to miss anything.”

“Awwww.” Came from around the table. The women smiled warmly at him, the men smirked and rolled their eyes. He just shrugged.

Richie went to get drinks, and David flopped down in a chair, taking a break from his schmoozing, when Peanut woke up.

“Oh!” Tori jerked a little in surprise.

“What’s the matter? Is it the baby?” Jon was instantly at her side.

She nodded. “Peanut woke up.”

Jon grinned and put his hand on her stomach. She sighed and moved it to where she’d felt the kick. “Hi Peanut. I’m your Uncle Jon.” Kick. Jon and Tori exchanged a surprised look and smiled. David and Tico nudged Jon aside, determined not to be left out.

“I’m your Uncle Tico.” Kick.

“I’m your Uncle David.” Nothing. David sighed. “Uncle Shirley?” Kick.

Tori snickered. As the three men fought for position she raised her brows at Dorothea. “Did they do this to you?”

Dorothea nodded. “All four times.”

“Hey! Hands off my Peanut!” Richie commanded as he set down the drinks and pushed them all aside, setting his own hand on her stomach. “It’s okay Peanut, Daddy’s here.” A flurry of kicks. Dark eyes met blue. “He knows my voice!”

Tori smiled. “She should. Lately you’ve been talking to him or her more than you have me!”

He leaned over and nibbled on her ear. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”


In the car on the way back to the hotel, Tori leaned her head on his shoulder and set her hand on his thigh. He kissed the top of her head. “Tired angel?”

“Not really.” She smirked, slid her hand to the inside of his leg and squeezed.

He grinned and felt himself begin to swell in anticipation. He hoped she meant what he thought she meant. Her…cravings…had been hit and miss lately and he had to watch carefully for any signs she might be receptive.

Entering their room, Tori headed directly for the bathroom, while Richie put out the ‘do not disturb’ sign and locked the door. When she returned, she set a bottle on the night stand then moved to the dresser to remove her jewellery. Richie removed his jacket and tie, threw them on a chair, and started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked around the bed and checked out the bottle. Noting the label, he grinned. So she wants to play. Okay, I’m up for that. He glanced down. All the way up.

The movement of her hand towards the zipper of her dress caught his attention. “No. Don’t.” He stripped off his shirt, tossed it towards the chair and sat on the high bed. “Come here me beauty.” He pointed to the spot between his spread knees.

The pirate’s voice sent shivers down her spine and had her heart rate speeding up. She obeyed. His hands closed around her hips and he tugged her closer. One hand rose to skim over the mounded flesh spilling over the neckline of her dress.

He frowned. “It seems ye’ve forgotten yer lessons.” He quickly stripped her naked and reached for the bottle. Pouring some into his hand, he rubbed them together and smoothed the oil over her swollen belly. She ran her hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. The exotic scent of Pikake filled the air, evoking memories of one incredible night in Hawaii. Her body reacted instantly, her nipples hardening, her feminine core opening, dampening, aching for his possession. He smirked at the visible signs and slid two fingers along her cleft and deep inside her pulsing passage. “Ah, yer body remembers though.”

She shuddered as his fingers thrust into her over and over. His other hand rose to lightly pinch and tug on her nipples. Her body swayed with the movement of his hand. She was nearing the peak when he stopped and withdrew his hand. “NO! Don’t stop! Please…don’t stop.” Her nails bit into his shoulders.

He stood and motioned her to sit on the bed. She started to move back further. “No! Sit thar! On the edge. Lean back. I like to look at yer body.” His hands went to his belt as his gaze swept slowly over her as she leaned back on her hands. She licked her lips when his arousal was revealed. He smiled. “Ye like that?” She nodded. He kicked aside the rest of his clothes and stepped closer. The bed was the perfect height. “Ye want it?” She nodded again. “Spread yer legs.” She moved her knees apart about two feet. His lips twitched. She played the game well. Long fingers gripped under her knees and jerked them up and pressed them flat onto the bed, knocking her off her hands to lie flat on her back. “I said, spread yer legs!” The broad head of his erection nuzzled her opening. He watched her eyes darken and felt her hips lift towards him. With one thrust, he buried himself in her moist heat, her cry echoing around the room. A glance at her face assured him her cry was one of pleasure not pain, and he started to move. He pounded into her and watched the ecstasy wash over her.

When the tremors of her first climax subsided he withdrew from her body and moved her until she was lying properly on the bed. Still panting, she waited to see what he had planned next. He left the bed briefly, dug into his suitcase, and returned with another bottle. Dipping his finger into the bottle he spread the oil over her nipples, grinning when they hardened at his touch. The scent of vanilla teased her nostrils and she moaned softly, knowing what was coming.

Chuckling, he bent over, cupped a breast and licked the oil from the stiff tip. Her hands came up to press him closer. He teased her for long minutes with teeth and tongue before finally closing his lips around her sensitive flesh and suckling, drawing more cries from her. She groaned a protest when he released her, but murmured appreciatively when he only moved to give the same treatment to her other breast. By the time he pulled away she was panting again, her whole body quivering. A touch of his hand on her leg had her thighs spreading wide. He coated his fingers with oil, then traced and explored her most feminine flesh. Her hands clenched in the sheet when he positioned himself between her thighs and settled in to taste his handiwork.

As his tongue slithered over her, sending bolts of electricity through her nerve endings, all she could do was lie back and take it. As seconds turned into minutes, her frustration mounted. Each time she felt the peak near, he seemed to sense it, and would back off and turn his attention to the smooth skin of her inner thighs until she’d calmed, then he’d dive back in again. Finally she couldn take anymore. “Richie please! Enough teasing. I can’t take anymore.”

He raised his head at the sound of her sobbing plea. “Ye want me?”

The sight of her juices glistening on his lips turned her desire up another notch. “Yes! Please!”

He studied her for a moment, then knelt beside her. “On yer knees wench!”

She obeyed as fast as she could, but found out very quickly that she’d have to brace herself on her elbows – her arms wouldn’t hold her up. He could feel her trembling as he positioned himself behind her, gripped her hips and nudged inside her. About two inches in he stopped. She pushed back against him, but he held her still. She whimpered.

“Tell me.” He rasped, his own arousal testing the limits of his control. She moaned and pushed back again, trying to drive him deeper. He retreated.

“NO! Please!” She sobbed.

“Tell me!”

She surrendered. “Fuck me! Oh please Richie! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Satisfied, he gave her what she wanted, thrusting into her hard and deep. She screamed as her orgasm swamped her. He kept moving. Sweat was dripping off his face onto her back and made his hands slip on her hips. He tightened his grip and increased the pace of his thrusts. This time when she peaked, he let go and went over the edge with her, his hands bracing his weight when his muscles threatened to turn to mush so that he didn’t crush her. When he had given her all he had, he slid from her body and collapsed onto his back on the bed beside her.

She used the last of her strength to roll towards him and curl against him. A trembling hand reached up to stroke his cheek, then dropped to rest on his chest. “My God! What you do to me!”

He chuckled breathlessly, reached down to pull up the blankets and settled her comfortably against him. “Believe me angel, it’s not me. It’s you. You inspire me.”

“It’s us then, ‘cause you make me….want…like I’ve never wanted before. It’s addictive.” She reached up to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too angel.”



A few days later, back in L.A., Tori was finishing a few errands and was heading back to her car to go home when she heard someone calling her name. Turning, she saw a photographer waving at her. She’d seen him around, and since he’d always been respectful and wasn’t as obnoxious as the TMZ people, she waited to see what he wanted. As he neared he made a point of showing that his hands were away from his camera. He had an envelope in one, which he held out to her. She just stared at it.

“Tori…I like you. You’re a nice lady. You’ve always been polite to me and let me take the shots I needed.” He paused and shook the envelope. “I thought you should see these. I haven’t published them yet. I didn’t want to blindside you. You deserve to know and have the chance to prepare.” Something in his eyes had her reaching for the envelope. He started to turn away, then stopped and looked back at her. “Tori, I….I’m sorry.”

Tori watched him walk away, her stomach clenching. Climbing into her car she sat for long minutes staring at the envelope before finally finding the courage to look inside. Her hands trembled as she sifted through the pictures, her heart trying to deny what her head and her eyes were telling her – that her world was about to fall apart.