Part 11
Ashley had just got back to her room when she heard a knock on the door. Please don't let it be Richie, she thought.
She walked over to the door and looked out the peep hole. Breathing a sigh of relief she opened the door to let Jon in.
When the door opened Jon raised his head and smiled sympathetically at her. He knew exactly what was wrong with her, but he didn’t let on.
"I came by a little while ago but you weren't in. I thought I'd check on you before we head out. You looked pretty bad at supper can I get you anything? I know how fuckin lousy I feel when my hay fever flares up."
Ashley nodded her head, looking away. She thought for a moment and then looked back up into Jon's eyes. "Would you get me something to drink?"
"What do you want?"
She bit the inside of her lip unsure if he'd actually go for it. "Rum?"
He laughed as he shook his head. He stared back at her and found himself unable to tell her no. He now understood what Richie was talking about. He smiled. "Give me a few minutes. I'll be right back."
A short while later Jon came back to her room with a brown bag and a six-pack of coke.
"Don't go overboard, okay?" He told her as she took the bag from his hand.
"And risk another hangover from hell?" She laughed then added. "Don't worry Jon, I'll take it easy. Thank you."
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "I hope you feel better soon, Ashley. You’ll be missed tonight."
After Jon left Ashley got one of the water glasses and filled it three quarters of the way with the coke; the rest was occupied with rum. She turned on the TV and sat sipping from her glass. Bored she began flipping through the channels pausing for a while to watch MTV. When the video for Wanted came on she watched for a while until she saw Richie.
"Jerk," she said aloud as she quickly changed the channel. She got up and filled her now empty glass half full of coke then topped it off with rum. She made a face slightly as she tasted the quite strong drink but didn't bother to weaken it.
A glance at the clock told her it was 11:38. By this time her drink consisted of very little coke and a whole lot of rum. The thought occurred to her that they'd be returning from the concert soon and she decided she'd had just enough of hanging out in her room sulking over Richie’s actions.
Getting up she walked over to her suitcase and looked through its contents. She pulled out a denim mini skirt and a white blouse. She dressed in the bathroom, leaving the top three buttons of her blouse open allowing a nice view of her cleavage. She put on makeup then brushed her hair, finishing it by fluffing it out with her fingers and spraying some hairspray, giving it a slightly wild but sexy look. Pursing her lips she looked into the mirror then smiled at the reflection she saw there.
She walked back out into her room, checked her watch, saw it was now midnight, picked up her purse and walked out the door. A moment’s hesitation crossed over her on the ride down in the elevator but she shook it off, straightened her shoulders and stepped out when the doors opened up on the first floor. As she made her way towards the bar she heard the unmistakable giggle she knew belonged to Richie. She took a deep breath as she opened the glass door leading into the bar. It was quite crowded and a person would be lucky to find a place to sit. Richie smiled and waved from where he stood talking to Dave and Tico but she made like she didn't notice him. Alec was talking to a group of ladies; Doc was at a table over in the corner talking to Richie Bozett and a few of the guys from Cinderella. She went over where Jon, Obie and Jason stood by the bar talking. Jon was the first to greet her.
"Feeling better?" He asked.
"Oh yeah," she said smiling; the warmth of her earlier drinking loosening her up.
He nodded, "good." Calling the bartender over him ordered her a coke. "And give me a shot of rum." He added. After the drinks were served he poured the shot into Ashley's glass making sure Doc was preoccupied elsewhere. He told Ashley to have a good time then dragged Obie off to talk to Tom Keiffer. She turned back and took a drink then looked up and realized Jason was still sitting there next to her.
"Would you like my seat?" He offered.
She picked up her drink and moved closer. Standing between his legs she batted her eyes coyly. "No, I think I prefer to stand for a while." She took a drink then licked her lips.
Jason swallowed wondering if she realized the effect she was having on him. He had an idea she was coming onto him but he was puzzled he knew she had feelings for Richie and wondered if this was some scheme to make him jealous. Still he couldn’t complain.
She asked him how the concert went and he told her it was great as usual. They talked about how much fun he was having being out on the road and just how much he was learning from Obie. Eventually their talk turned to her modeling shoot and she told him of how her day had been. While they talked he bought her cokes. For him it was shots of rum and beers; at least that's what they let the bartender think.
Richie had a hard time keeping his attention on what Dave was saying as he watched Ashley talking to Jason. Every time he heard her laughter it was like a knife twisting in his stomach. His blood boiled when he caught her laying her hand on Jason's thigh out of the corner of his eye. He watched, his stomach turning as Jason leaned in close to light her cigarette. He knew what she was doing and that pissed him off to no end. He didn’t deserve this, in his mind anyway.
The party got louder when Tom Keiffer and Jeff LaBarr brought a couple guitars down and started an impromptu jam session. Jon got in on the act with his harmonica and Tico joined in beating a rhythm out on the table with his hands. Having spotted a couple empty stools down at the far end of the bar Jason tried to ask Ashley if he wanted to move down there. She couldn't hear so he pulled her closer and spoke in her ear.
Richie scowled seeing them that way and it only made matters worse when he and Ashley's eye met briefly. She was smiling at Jason's words and nodding her head and he could only imagine what was going on between the two of them. He watched as they got up and moved down to the darker corner, not liking it one bit.
"Hey man what's with you tonight?" Dave asked.
Taking his eyes off the couple Richie looked back at Dave. "Nothing why?"
He laughed. "I pointed out those hot lookin’ women at the table over there and you never even commented. You're losing it King."
He looked over in the direction Dave indicated while he took out a cigarette and lit it. "I dunno Dave I guess I'm just kind of tired tonight."
Ashley was having a great time talking to Jason. She enjoyed the party and took in. She smiled as she watched the group that goofed around playing, and sometimes killing, songs that weren't theirs. She had a strange feeling of satisfaction when she saw how uncomfortable Richie seemed to be every time he looked her way.
A group of women had gathered around those playing music and singing making it harder for Ashley to see what was happening. She was stretching up to get a better look when Jason said something to her. Unable to hear him she leaned closer. His hand landed on her leg and she ran hers up along his arm. He looked deep into her eyes; her slightly parted lips provided an open invitation for a kiss.
He ran his hand up her arm to the back of her neck. His eyes searched hers hoping; praying she wouldn't pull away. He leaned in and hesitantly placed his mouth on her soft, full lips. For a moment, Ashley was surprised at the nervous feeling that came over her. Her pulse quickened, her mouth parted to taste his tongue.
Richie walked over to the bar to get another drink. He felt the heat of anger rising as he spotted Ashley and Jason kissing in the corner. He clenched his teeth barely able to tell the bartender what he wanted. 'What I'd really like it a picture of ice water to throw over that son-of-a-bitch,' he thought as he watched their kiss deepen.
A jealous rage spread throughout him as he watched Jason draw Ashley close. To make matters worse their eyes met once in the course of the night and she gave him a smart ass grin. If ever he felt like killing someone, it was the young man holding Ashley tonight. Narrowing his eyes in their direction, he picked up his drink and walked over to Jon and the group he was with. He tried to act as if nothing was wrong but he made sure to keep an eye on the couple at the end of the bar.
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Jason realized Ashley had been drinking a bit too much and was not completely steady on her feet so he held her close to his side hoping no one else would notice. He wanted to save her from any embarrassment she may be caused if her father knew what her condition was. They left the bar with his arm wrapped around her waist; a detail that didn't escape Richie’s eyes.
They got on the elevator and rode up to her floor. Jason walked Ashley to her door and taking the key from her hand he opened it for her. They stood in the doorway looking intently at each other. He didn't want to take advantage of her but he did want one last taste of her sweet lips. He took her into his arms and pulled her tight against his body; she could feel how much he wanted her as his tongue entered her mouth. She moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair. When the kiss ended he stepped back and held her at arms length.
"I had a great time tonight. Thank you Ashley."
She grinned up at him. "I had a good time too Jason.”
His kissed her once more, this time lightly on the lips then said good night. She watched as he walked off to the elevators then closed the door and walked over to her bed.
Before she had the chance to sit down, she heard a soft knock. She smiled and went to the door. Without thinking about anything but the possibility of Jason and another kiss, she opened the door. She was shocked that it was Richie and even more shocked when he took her in his arms so fast; she didn’t have time to react. He kissed her deeply, tapping the door closed with his foot.
She forgot she was mad at him and returned his kiss as he walked her backwards. He picked her up, holding her close to him, her head drifted back and he kissed her neck. She moaned and he gently slid her down his body, as her feet touched the floor.
The room was silent as for a moment they looked deeply into each other’s eyes.
“I should hate you,” She said.
Richie tilted his head, his hand caressing her face. “Why don’t you?”
“Because I love you so damn much,” She said.
Richie showed no emotion as he bent her head back, kissing her slender neck and then moving to her collarbone. He sent chills down her spine; she gasped and dug her nails into his skin. She drug them down his back, over his muscles that were flexed as he held her firmly.
When his fingers started unbuttoning her blouse, she made no effort to stop him. He stepped away from her as he then used both hands to take her blouse off. She closed her eyes, even through the lace bra she could feel the warmth of his hands as he reached in her open blouse and cupped her breasts.
She stood helpless as he touched her. His hands moving up to her shoulders, he pushed the blouse off as he kissed her. After it fell at her feet, she wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her hands feel his body, gradually moving down to the rise in his jeans. He moaned as she pulled away resting her forehead against his chest; she looked down and began unbuttoning the button on his jeans.
His placed his hands up in her hair and smiled, “You drive me wild,” He said in a low voice.
She looked up at him and he opened his eyes, smiling at her. She tugged the button open so hard that the zipper came down. He arched his eyebrow, loving what she had just done. She ran her hands down in the back of his waist band, both hands cupping his bare butt while he undid her bra that hooked in the front. With one flick it flung open and he smiled as her full breasts became exposed.
“You better lock the door,” She said pushing him away.
That was the last thing on his mind; however it was a good idea. He moved to lock the door and then turned around as Ashley was pulling the skirt off from her waist. She was slightly bent over; her hair was hanging down on one side. The visual was something he found very sexy. Her eyes were locked on his as she moved to the bed on her knees. He was almost overwhelmed at how sexy she had become.
He stood at the edge of the bed, taking off his shirt and then his jeans. He joined her on the bed on his knees as she was. One arm pulled her naked body to his as the other hand touched her cheek. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled.
“I love you,” He said before his lips captured hers.
He felt her hands press into his back as she pulled herself closer to him. She felt his hardness against her inner thigh, opening her legs it came between her thighs and rested there.
Hearing the words once again come from a man that she loved with all of her heart tugged at her emotions. Her heart filled with a warm feeling as his kiss became very deep and passionate. She felt him throbbing between her now closed thighs; desire fell over her entire body demanding more.
She brought her hands to his face as she broke the kiss. Her eyes searching for what he didn’t know.
“Show me how much you love me,” She told him.
Something inside him reacted, he fell with her down on the bed his tongue deep inside her mouth. She gasped at the excitement he had caused inside her. He reached one arm behind him, taking her left arm he laid it down to her side. He did the same with her right arm. His lips moved, kissing her cheek, and then trailing down her neck, her throat. Moving slowly, he kissed the breastbone between her breasts before he kissed each breast itself, and then gently started sucking them, taking them in his mouth.
He kissed her stomach and her hands came to rest in his hair. He removed them one by one, resting them both at her side. His tongue licked lower and her legs opened for him. Her fists clenched on the bed, she gasped feeling his tongue moving in circles between her legs. He moved slow, then fast making her body ache to be satisfied.
“Richie,” She said inhaling a deep breath, her body rupturing with an intense climax.
He never stopped what he was doing to her as he tore open the small foil package, throwing it down on the floor as Ashley crashed over the edge. Her hips started to rock back and forth against his tongue and he fought to concentrate to put the condom on. When he was done, he inserted a finger, she moaned, her back arching, her fists pushing her body up. Another orgasm rocked her, this time it brought the release he longed for. Her legs started to tremble as he softly kissed her, moving up her thighs, he gently laid them down on the bed.
She lay with her eyes closed, lost in the immense feelings that were still pulsating throughout her. She could barely move when he kissed her on the lips.
“Ashley,” He said softly.
She opened her eyes, finding him staring down at her as he was over top her.
He smiled, lowering himself down onto her, he entered her. She felt weak looking into his eyes as she felt him slid inside her.
“I love you, “He said again.
“I love you too,” She whispered.
Their eyes held a deep stare as the both started to move. Her lips parted and she moaned. Richie smiled at her, knowing she was completely with him.
He rose up on his hands; his hair fell down into his face. Ashley pushed it back, allowing the eye contact to continue. His movement became faster, his eyes got darker. She moved with him, stopping when she felt the rush inside her and then his. He allowed her to finish and then stopped, lying down on top of her as he kissed her.
They laid there together for awhile not speaking what their minds were thinking. They eventually both fell asleep holding each other. They slept until Richie woke up. He smiled, squeezing her gently. She still had her head on his chest. She moaned and moved slightly, but was still asleep. He looked over at the clock and it was now 9:03 AM.
He got up off the bed, leaving her there. It wasn’t until she heard the shower water run that she woke up. She got up off the bed, glancing at the clock on her way to join him.
She got inside the shower quietly and watched him. He had no idea she had joined him. His eyes were closed as the water showered down all over his nakedness. She smiled to herself enjoying the vision.
When he opened his eyes, he smiled shortly and turned around. She stepped forward, pressing against him bringing her arms around his waist.
"Ashley I can't take anymore," He said as he took her arms from around him.
She backed away from him and frowned. “Neither do I. I just wanted to come join you,” She said.
"I think it would be better if we just took our showers separately."
Again she frowned, not understanding the cold shoulder she was getting from him. She left the shower without saying anything.
Wrapping in a robe, she left the bathroom and went and sat on the bed, lighting a cigarette.
Richie finished his shower and dried off. He wrapped a towel around his waist and threw another around his neck before going back into the other room.
"That felt great," he said as he walked over and grabbed a cigarette from her pack. He lit it up then eyed her sitting on the bed. "Go on it's all yours now."
“I’ll wait ‘til later,” She said as she finished her cigarette and crushed it in the ashtray. She laid back onto the bed.
He leaned over and ran his fingers over her arm. "You ought to take that shower it'll do you a world of good."
“I will after my run with Jon and Jason,” She insisted.
"You're gonna go for your run? Do you feel up to it?"
She laughed, “Yeah, I have a lot of energy right now.”
"And you’re gonna go running with Jason?" He said, unable to stop the muscles in his jaw from tightening.
She got up on the bed on her knees and pulled him to her. Staring up into his eyes she said softly, “I guess I need to fix what I did last night.”
"What you did last night?" He asked, making like he had no idea what she was talking about.
She laughed and rolled her eyes, sitting back on her heels. “I know you saw us. Don’t act like you didn’t. I saw you staring right at me.”
He shrugged his shoulders and took a drawl off his cigarette. "What you do is your business."
She looked at him and shook her head letting out an audible sigh. She couldn’t believe the way he was acting towards her now. Especially after what they did last night.
“What the fuck is with you all of a sudden, “She asked.
"Nothing. Why do you say that?"
“You act like you are pissed off again.”
"I'm not pissed off. I just....oh, fuck I don't have time to get into this right now."
She moved away from him and sat back down on the bed. He looked over at her and rolled his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that," He said.
“Like what?” She asked, playing like she didn’t know what he meant.
"Like you lost your best friend," He said as he dropped his towel and started getting dressed.
She sat quietly and watched him dress, anger brewing inside her. She was ready to explode.
He finished getting dressed and walked over to where she sat on the bed. Leaning down he placed his hand at the back of her neck and covered her mouth with his, his tongue plunging into her warm mouth.
Finally he pulled away and straightened up. "I gotta go."
She nodded her head and got up off the bed, walking to the door with him. As his hand touched the door knob, she placed her hand on his. He turned to her and she stood up on her tip toes, kissing him the way he had just kissed her.
Pulling away she smiled, “I had fun.”
"So did I Darlin'. See you later, "He winked.
As he turned the door knob, she stopped him again. “Richie,” She said softly. He turned to her again and she smiled, “I love you.”
He kissed her cheek and walked out the door.
As the door closed, Ashley started to cry as the rush of anger exploded. She kicked the door with the ball of her foot and turned around, as she was one step away from rage sitting in. She paced the floor in front of the bed, taking in deep breaths and exhaling slowly, trying to calm herself down. She glanced at the clock seeing the time.
“FUCK!” She said aloud.
She quickly started getting dressed for her morning run.
Richie winced as he felt the door shudder from her kick. Looking up he saw Jon come out of his room. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
Dressed in running shorts, tank top and a ball cap, Jon came out of his hotel room door and shut it behind him. He turned to start down the hall and did a double take seeing Richie standing at his door.
“What the hell are you doing up at this hour?” He laughed as he came down the hall towards him.
"Just getting ready go to sleep," Richie chuckled hoping Jon would just leave it at that.
Jon’s eyebrow arched, “Wild night, ugh?”
"No more than some of the others I've had." Richie laughed slightly.
Jon swatted him on the back and laughed, “Get some rest, I’ll catch you later.”
"Yeah don't run too hard Jon." Richie opened the door to his room and went inside.
Jon laughed continuing down the hall to Ashley’s room, he knocked softly. A few seconds later Ashley opened the door and smiled nervously.
“Come in,” She said as he walked in the door. “I’m sorry I am late. I overslept.”
"You did?" Jon said. As he looked around the room he spotted the opened foil package lying on the rug. "Have a hard time getting to sleep last night?" he added.
She shrugged her shoulders, “Not really. I just had too much to drink I think.” She finished with her shoe laces and then got up, “Ready?”
He raised his eyebrows as he walked over and picked up the package and threw it in the trash can. "You think? You don't remember what you did last night?"
Ashley saw him pick up the wrapper. Knowing exactly what it was, she froze. How could she have left it lying in the damn floor? She thought quickly of something to say as Jon turned around and faced her.
“I…I…don’t think we should discuss that,” She said nervously looking from the trash can back to Jon.
"Ashley, you don't have to tell me anything but I got you that damned rum last night and if you got so drunk you don't know what you did that worries me."
Jon had a good idea she knew what she did the night before but he wanted to be sure. He hated the other thought that was going through his head.
She looked up at the ceiling and shook her head, “I know what I did last night, so don’t worry about that.”
"I can't help it I don't want to see you get hurt."
“I’m not going to get hurt. It was just sex. You have that all the time, don’t you?”
"That's different. I’m a guy we don't get emotionally attached like women do."
“Look, it’s my business okay? The rum didn’t have anything at all to do with any of it. I promise you,“ She said as she went to the door.
He had to run to catch up to her in the hall. Grabbing hold of her arm he turned her around. "I'm sorry if I crossed the line with our friendship. I just....never mind. Let's go down Jason is probably waiting."
They got in the elevator and Ashley looked over at Jon, “Jon thank you for being concerned. I appreciate that very much. But you don’t even know who I was with last night.”
"You're right I don't. Care to let me in on it?" He smirked as he teased her.
She laughed, “No, I’d rather not. Can I count on you not to say anything to anyone?”
He grinned and looked her in the eye. "Yeah you can. I'd like to think you can feel free to talk to me anytime. I'll keep your secrets."
She smiled and reached over and gave him a hug, “Thanks.”
"Are you up to our normal run?" He asked her as the elevator doors opened on the first floor.
She gave him a look and he laughed. They found Jason standing outside leaning against the wall. He smiled seeing Ashley, totally ignoring the fact that Jon was even there.
“Morning,” He said to her.
She smiled and gave him a hug, “Good morning.”
“You didn’t get sick did you?” He asked her.
She laughed, “No, I was fine when you left me.”
"Damn Jason, she don't greet me that way." Jon laughed.
“Oh Jon, your just jealous,” Ashley laughed.
"You know it baby." Jon winked.
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