Stolen Kiss (Erotic Thriller)

Chapter 7

After finding out that Lexi would not be returning to the tour, David was free to spend his down time with Natalie. Whether it was going to the gym together each morning, drinks at the hotel bar and making love after a concert or sightseeing on days off, he made sure she got the time with him that she deserved.

Slowly she felt the bond between them repair and strengthen. While she kept her end of the agreement as David's uninhibited and creative lover, he returned the favor with romantic gestures and nights of tender love making.

Jon and Richie, however, kept a close eye on the two of them. Both knew what David was capable of and agreed to observe without interference unless things went to hell. Only one such event arose three weeks before the tour ended.

The boys were busy during soundcheck and Natalie had jumped in to help with the stage setup. She bent down to change out a faulty wire for Jon's mic, mindful of the very short skirt she wore.

His eyes slid to her low cut top and he frowned at the large bandage over her left breast. "Everything good?" Jon asked her.

Natalie bit her lip and looked up with a smile. "Should be good now. Other wire was frayed."

"No I mean with--"

"Natalie, I need you over here," David called out from his keyboards. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded, scurrying over to him. Jon glimpsed them from the corner of his eye, both laughing and working closely.

After a quick meal of chicken soup together, the guys parted to shower and ready themselves for the show that night. Halfway through his shower, David yelped as the shower head stopped working.

"I'll see if Richie's done with his," Nat said, trying to hold in her giggle at the sight of David looking like a drowned cat. Luckily, Richie was showered and headed out for a drink from the bar, giving Natalie full use of his dressing room and shower.

Natalie moaned as the hot water cascaded down her shoulders and chest, removing her bandages to check the healing wounds and wash them out as needed. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and relaxation.

"Hey, Rich? Baby, we got time for...Oh fuck!" Jon swore and started to leave the stall as soon as he saw it wasn't Richie's dark hair, "Nat! I'm...I'm sorry, I thought Richie was still here. I'll..." He stopped in his tracks, unable to stop staring when he saw her body, "What the holy fuck happened to you?!"

Natalie quickly covered her breasts and crossed her legs. Unfortunately she was unable to hide the whip marks across her chest, bruises down her stomach and deep bite marks along her thighs.

"Answer me!" Jon demanded, shaking his head in disbelief, "Did he do this?"

"We've had pretty intense play sessions the last couple nights..." She even had the decency to blush. "Please...It's not something for you to make a big deal over..."

"The fuck?!" Jon swore, "What fucker does that to a woman?!" He pulled his jeans back on and stabbed his arms into the sleeves of his shirt, leaving the buttons undone in his haste.

Jon rushed from Richie's dressing room and stormed down the hall to David's, his fist clenching and he threw the door open without knocking. David looked up from his sheet music, eyebrows raising in surprise. "What happened to knocking?"

"You sonofabitch!" Jon snarled as he slammed the door shut, "What the fuck did you do to her?"

"Jon, calm down. It's nothing she didn't ask for--"

"Don't give me that shit!" Jon backed David up against the closest wall, "There's fun and games and then there's that!"

David's blue eyes narrowed on his best friend. "And how would you know what 'that' is?"