Don't Be Cruel

Chapter 12

She packed the last of her suitcases into the bus, she popped her jaw. Evie sighed and straightened her back up, her head hitting Richie's face.
"Here let me help ya darlin' " Richie cooed in her ear. He reached round her waist, pulling her against his chest. She was tense then relaxed into his body.
"We need to go King" Tico shouted out of the door, his eyes staring at their guitarist. He let go of her, grabbed her hand and dragged her into the tour bus. The seats were decorated a pink colour, he dragged her further along into the bedroom compartments, there was four, guess she'd have to sleep with Mr Magic Fingers that night. He vowed to protect her right?
They walked past the other beds, into a double at the back; it was huge, it must have to be Rich's.
She jumped onto the enormous mattress, Richie tutted.
"I never said you could go on it" he told her a hint of sarcasm in his luscious, silky, velvety voice that she knew him for. 
"Come here, Mr Grumpy", she told him, pulling him down onto the bed, his wet lips dropped kisses all along his neck. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, he kissed her full on the lips, his tounge went to the back of her throat; she groaned through the kisses.
He gently pulled back her hair; he pulled away from the kisses. She moaned.
"That was the main meal, dessert comes later" he teased
"Ahh can't I have dessert now" she moaned
"No" he said mock anger in his voice
She got up, stretched her long legs and clambered off the makeshift bed.She hopped onto his back, her legs firmly wrapped around his waist, she patted him like he was a horse.
"Gallop, my steed" she told him, he tried running, she jumped off his back when he was at full-pelt. Well she was once a jockey, ya know. She learnt to jump off moving horses, so why not her boyfriend? I mean they seemed like they both eat the same way.
He stared at her, then the floor found his face. She laughed, "Hold on there, big guy". She walked over, took his hand and pulled him up. 
"Now Steed, for that amazing sprint, you shall deserve an apple"
"An apple!?" he replied
"Don't you know, every good horse deserves an apple"
"No I didn't, are you some sort of horse expert"
"I am and a horse rider, but the last one I rode needs some breaking in"
He strode over to her, doing his best impression of a neigh, it turned out to be some sort of growl. "I can be broke in" he seductively whispered into her ear. 
"Good, I'll go get my whip" she chuckled
"No whips" he shoutedShe handed him the apple, he sniffed it just to make sure that she didn't poison it. "Or I could just get a needle"He gulped. "This" he mumbled at the apple.
"Good steed" she said slapping his arse. He did a hoarse groan, she was gonna make him cum right there if she didn't know any better.

She grabbed a Ovation guitar, she looked up at Jon whilst tuning it, he licked his lips at the very sight of her.
"You guys have been away from proper women for far too long"
"What do you mean 'proper women' "
She sighed, "I mean the non-groupie women". Jon growled, she was right, he missed his darling Dorothea. 
Richie sat next to him, gnawing on his apple like it was chocolate cake. "What's gotten you so healthy" he asked the wingman. 
"Oh this, it's just an energy boost, I'll go back to my usual foods after I've eat this"
"It was either this or a needle" he gulped
On that note, Doc the horrid fat manager, walked in or I might as well say waddled. He was eating a burger, he told them that they were leaving now. 
She stared at him, so he was the infamous Doc? The one who she said the year before should have his teeth pulled out, he wanted the boys for cash; cramming in too many concerts, Jon had a sandpaper voice, the rest of the boys were going to get worked to death, she knew it. She also knew where he spent his dollars: McDonald's. She hadn't seen a person this overweight since Dentist school, she was super thin, some would argue too thin but she would carry on regardless. Anyhow Doc had sat himself down on the front seats, she had cuddled up to Richie, nuzzled her head in his chest. The bands driver, named Robert, had started driving: next stop Washington.