Chapter 27

A fist hammering on the door forced them to a sudden stop and the rich deep sound of Richie’s voice filled the room. “Hey, Bro. We need to get going. There’s a limo waiting and you haven’t showered yet. You can have make-up sex after the party.” The laughter that followed indicated that he wasn’t alone.

“Not going to any party,” Jon had better things to do than to entertain a bunch of people he didn’t know when he was about to cram himself inside Amber’s wet, waiting pussy that already had his fingers dripping. His mouth dropping to hers again as he assaulted it with her full consent and approval. Standing in the little room with his pants around his knees and her naked and quietly begging him to hurry, Jon wasn’t interested in being sociable. He wanted to ease the painful hard on he’d been sporting since he touched her during Bed of Roses.

More fists joined Richie’s, “come on man, we want to meet Amber’s friends, Rich says they’re gutter dwellers, whatever that is.”

Groaning, Jon’s head fell back. They weren’t going to get any peace until they made their appearance at this party he didn’t know anything about. Looking into her eyes that were as hungry as his own, he sighed, “darlin’ did you know about this?”

Closing her eyes, she wanted to say no, she wanted to tell him to hurry up and fuck her, but Cassidy’s voice was echoing in her brain. “Cassidy said something about a party after the show. I didn’t know anyone except my friends would be there.”

The voices on the other side of the door weren’t going to be quieted any time soon and Jon wanted her to himself and as naked as she was now. “We’ll be out in a minute.” Kissing her quickly, he pulled at his wet jeans that were resisting his tugging at them, not helped by his raging hard-on, cursing his sweaty skin and the equally wet denim. Glad that there was no reason to put the wet gauze shirt back on.

He watched appreciatively as Amber begrudgingly dressed and allowed him to straighten her hair before they exited the tiny room. “Okay, okay, just hold on.” Kissing her to the sound of more catcalls, Jon flipped them all off before reluctantly grabbing dry clothes and heading for the shower with a “take care of my girl” as he strode past winking, then he was gone and Amber found herself surrounded by the band. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she’d be in this position.

“So, Amber, what are your friends like?” David leered playfully, his eyebrows waggling.

Laughing, she tilted her head considering her answer, knowing that not one of her friends were Joker girls, but thinking perhaps there was one that might be persuaded. “Um, let’s see....” not believing that she was doing it, but decided that stringing them along would be fun. “There’s Bean, who’s a blast, married and oh, she’s hot on Jon. Then there’s Rita, who loves Disney stuff, married and oh yeah, she’s hot on Jon too. And there’s Lynn, she’s our Brit, studies all the time, married and hmmm, she’s...”

Laughing when the guys in unison added ‘hot on Jon’ for her.

“Okay, so then there’s Nikki, she’s a bit of a firecracker from Vancouver, married and...”

“Don’t tell me that all your friends are married?” David was getting a little bit put out that they were committed to this party with what was appearing to be a bunch of married women.

“No, Lainey’s not married, Linda’s not, Stas technically isn’t, neither is Tara, but Paula is....although I think if she had a chance she’d use her free pass.” Giggling to herself about conversations they had online about the band and marriage free passes. “Cassidy’s definitely not married. The rest of them are, but with some of them that wouldn’t stop them.” Chuckling when Richie, Dave, Tico and Hugh all started snickering about the women that came before.

“So, Amber, are any of them not hot after Jon?” Richie already knew the answer, but not her identity.

“Yeah, we have a Sam among us, just one, although there are those that do like a little dark side when it gets too crowded in the light.” Seeing none of them understood her cryptic description. “Our Sam has a thing about your white socks and sandals ever since hedonism days, so if you want to find her quickly...” Winking then, which sent Richie’s eyes flying wide and he started digging for white socks in his case, still not aware of her name.

Tico piped up, “any of them like drummers?”

“Ah yeah, there’s one that’s got a thing for the drummer in Nickelback.” Enjoying it all too much that she could tease them when her heart was hammering in her chest because she was backstage with fuckin’ Bon Jovi! Not that she wouldn’t expect it since she was seeing Jon or rather as she scrunched up her face, more like having a fuck fest with him. It was at that moment she realized she’d never seen him anywhere other than on stage and between her legs, not once had they been seen socially as a couple. Banishing that thought for the moment as his words ‘the color of my love’ drifted back into her mind, she decided to leave that conversation until another time.

Snorting, Richie socked Tico in the arm, while Dave started to laugh. “See Tek, the girls are after younger guys.”

“Yeah, well you aren’t no kid either.” Rolling his eyes at their good hearted teasing, not that he was into groupies these days with a beautiful wife and new baby at home. Seeing his buddy happy was enough and if going to an after party with her friends was what it would take to keep Jon happy, he’d be there.

Laughing and chatting with them just like they were a bunch of regular guys was so easy because they made it that way that Amber didn’t even have time to miss Jon before he was back, showered, changed and smelling of shampoo and a cologne she didn’t recognize. Sneaking up behind her to envelop her in his arms causing her to squeak with surprise. “Um, you smell nice. What is that cologne?”

“You like it?” nibbling at her ear even though the guys were standing right there watching.

“Um, yeah” her mind was going to mush again and now she was blushing bright red at the looks the rest of the band were giving them “ah, Jon....” his mouth anywhere near her tended to make her go stupid and this wasn’t any exception, stifling a gasp at the shivers coursing through her.

“Give the girl a break, Jonny,” Richie rolled his eyes at his friend that couldn’t keep his hands off the diminutive beauty, “we have a party to attend and delaying will only mean it’ll be longer before you get her alone.” Laughing at the middle finger salute directed towards him.

Reluctantly Jon released her and intertwined his fingers with hers as they headed to the waiting cars. “So where is this party?”

“Some bar the girls know. The place closed for our private party. Cassidy arranged everything, we just supplied the money and concert tickets.” Richie offered, listening as David groaned about the costs, but more about the possibility that there weren’t any of his fans in the group. Tico just smiled seeing Jon radiating his happiness, confident that their prima dona wouldn’t be busting everyone’s asses for at least the next few days.