“Eww Sweetpea, don’t eat the pieces please. They yucky!”
Lauren didn’t think so and started to fuss when the cardboard square was taken away.
“Here babes, why don’t you try this instead.” Richie leaned down and handed her a teething cookie.
“What you bing me Daddy?” Stevie jumped up from his seat on the floor and ran to his father’s side.
“Well, let’s see.” He rummaged through a bag. “How about some M&Ms?”
“YAY! Tank you Daddy!” Taking the bag he sat back down to finish the puzzle.
“You’re welcome buddy.” Richie watched Tori open the chocolate for Stevie and play with puzzle pieces, avoiding his gaze. “Guess he’s feeling better.”
Tori nodded, but still wouldn’t look at him. Guilt surrounded her like a blanket. “Yeah.”
“I got something for you too – well, for all of us I guess.” He motioned towards the dining room.
Tori followed him knowing she needed to apologize but not knowing how to start. As he set items from the bag he carried on the table her guilt increased to the point of tears.
“I saw this new book of designs for your egg decorating, and picked up some more dye. I hope I got the right colours. And they had these cool plastic eggs to fill with candy. They look like Faberge eggs. Do you like them?” Glancing at her, he saw the tears running down her cheeks. “Angel?”
“Richie, I...” She dragged in a ragged breath. “Before....I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You do a great job of minimizing the time you’re away and making the most of your trips home during a tour. I never should have said what I did. I don’t know why I did. It’s not true. I know I hurt you and I’m sorry.” She started to sob. “I would never knowingly hurt you. I love you so much.”
Richie held out his arms and wrapped them carefully around her when she stepped close. “Sssh, angel. I know. It’s okay. I love you too.” That only made her cry harder. “Hey now.” He pulled out a chair, sat, and pulled her onto his lap. “Angel, we’ve been through this before. I know how hard the mood swings are on you. Plus you’re tired from looking after sick kids and coping with morning sickness. It’s no wonder you’re a little...testy.”
“But I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. You don’t deserve it. You’re on the road, away from us for weeks and this is how I treat you when you come home.” She shook her head in self disgust.
He rubbed her back and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s okay angel. It’s only temporary.” A long finger under her chin lifted her face to his. He touched his lips to hers. “We’ll survive it.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, then, with a jerk, Richie looked at his watch. “When am I supposed to pick up Bean?”
“Tomorrow, on your way back from picking up your mother at the airport. She was going to come yesterday, but with the little ones sick she didn’t want to take the chance of catching anything.” She smiled. “Big spring dance coming up and she wants to be at her best. Which reminds me. I need to go shopping tomorrow. I haven’t got her Easter gift yet.”
“If the little ones are feeling better, we’ll all go.” He had a gift he needed to get too.
“’OREN NO! GET OFF! MAMA!”
Stevie’s shout, followed by the baby’s angry shriek had them rushing into the living room. One sweeping glance was all it took to assess the situation. Apparently Lauren hadn’t been satisfied with watching while she ate her cookie and had decided to help her brother with his puzzle.....by tearing it apart.
Richie picked her up and moved her out of reach. “No no Sweetpea. Don’t tear apart Stevie’s puzzle.”
“It’s okay Peanut. Mama will help you put it back together.” Tori sat down and began to sort out the pieces once again.
“Bad girl!” Stevie wasn’t ready to let it go.
“She’s just a baby, Stevie, she doesn’t know any better.”
Both parents smothered a smile at his indignant snort.
Dinner was another meal that started out peaceful enough, but ended in a battle. Lauren liked her strained peas and peaches well enough, but wasn’t having anything to do with her bottle. No way, no how. But she wanted milk. She screamed and cried for it. So much so that Tori’s body reacted predictably.
“Uh...angel?” Richie wasn’t sure what to say, so he just gestured towards her shirt. “I think you’re...leaking.”
Tori grimaced. “I know.” She handed Lauren over to him and plucked the damp fabric away from her breasts. “Take her please while I go change.”
“Need any help?” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Yes, see if you can charm her into taking the bottle.” She grinned at his pout. “Do that and I’ll see if I can find a suitable reward.”
“Okay! Come on Sweetpea, be a good girl for Daddy. Have some milk.”
Tori left him to it and went to clean up.
When the kids were finally in bed asleep, they settled onto the couch to watch T.V. When Tori grimaced and shifted position, adjusting the cold compresses on her breasts, Richie winced in sympathy.
“Pretty sore, huh?”
“Mmm.” But what bothered her most was not being able to snuggle close to him like she usually did. She wanted that connection with him tonight, especially after her earlier behaviour. Unfortunately, even the lightest pressure on her breasts hurt. Her mind searched for some position that would be tolerable....and came up with another way to connect with him.
Richie’s attention was diverted from the screen by his wife’s movements as her hands pushed his knees apart and she sank to the floor between them. When her quick fingers unbuttoned his shirt and spread the sides wide, he raised a questioning brow.
“What are you doing?
“You got Sweetpea to drink her bottle. I owe you a reward.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” He could have bitten off his tongue. You’re about to get a blow job, idiot. Shut up!
“Yes, I do. For that...and for this afternoon.”
“You don’t have to.” His conscience wouldn’t let him stay silent. He didn’t want her doing it out of guilt.
“I know. I want to.” She leaned up to kiss him, bracing herself with her hands on his chest. Leaning back slightly she gave him a push. “So just lean back and enjoy it.”
“Yes dear.” An anticipatory smile curved his full lips.
Tori settled in to do what she hadn’t been able to do in a long time – explore her husband’s body to her heart’s content. She started with his chest. Attentive fingers roamed the broad expanse, noting an increase in the firmness of the pads of muscle under the sprinkling of hair. Obviously he’d been spending some of his off time in the gym. Leaning forward, she set her mouth to his warm skin, licking and kissing her way from collarbone to waist, pausing to suckle the flat nipples.
Richie clenched his hands against the urge to pull her closer. As much as he hungered for her, the craving to let her lavish her love and attention on him was stronger. It had been too long since he’d been able to bask in that. His erection agreed. It was pushing so hard against the zipper of his jeans he was sure it was going to poke a hole right through denim and metal!
In fact, when Tori opened his pants, the swollen tip had escaped the confines of his underwear to peek out from the waistband. A gentle fingertip rubbed lightly. “Well hello there. Do you want to come out and play?” As if in response, the hard shaft bucked. A very Bongiovi smirk kicked up one corner of her mouth. “Okay then.” Gripping both jeans and underwear, she tugged. “Lift up your hips babe.”
Offending cloth out of the way, Tori let her fingers trail up and down his length while she debated her best course of action. Richie watched her and felt sweat gather on his upper lip and along his spine. It only got worse when she bent and the flat of her tongue along the big vein on the underside of his shaft.....slowly.
“Mmmm...tasty.” She purred and went back for more.
Richie was helpless to do anything but watch and sweat as she devoured him. The teasing flick of her tongue around the ridge and over the crest, almost made him explode right then and there. As it was, several drops of fluid escaped his control and oozed from the slit at his very tip and were quickly scooped up by her tongue. When she blew lightly he thought he was going to jump out of his skin. He growled, both at her actions and her knowing grin.
While her mouth savoured, her hands roamed and played, stroking his length, cupping his sac, rolling the large spheres against each other then gently stretching the soft skin. His breathing became harsh and fast, especially when she opened her lips wider and took him inside, and one one finger searched out the sensitive patch behind his balls and rubbed.
“Fuck angel!” His groan was guttural.
Her low chuckle vibrated along the pillar of flesh imbedded in her hot mouth. Unable to help himself, his hands threaded through her curls to cup her head and guide her rise and fall. The suction was enough to tantalize, but not enough to bring matters to a head...so to speak.
Richie took the sweet torture as long as he could, then tugged. “Enough angel, please! You’re killing me!” He was panting now and his voice was almost unrecognizable. “Either come up here and sit in my lap....or finish it.”
Tori looked up, studied the hungry expression in his hot, dark eyes and relented. She increased the strength of her suction, pushed up with her finger and braced herself for the eruption. It wasn’t long in coming, his groan and throttled shout as he flooded her throat assuring her of his pleasure and she drank deeply.
When he was completely drained, Tori resumed her seat beside him and picked up the remote. He reached for her hand, laced their fingers together and squeezed. Speech was beyond him at the moment.
She squeezed back. “You’re welcome. I love you too.”