Chapter 29
Feeling his fingers playing in her long, blond hair, Amber sighed into his mouth, not wanting to let him release her until Richie’s voice rose again with a reminder that it was Jon’s turn to shoot. Separating, the glazed look on her face caused her friends to laugh at her. She didn’t care and her next turn was a disaster since Jon’s hand on her ass had her completely distracted.
Losing the game, she also lost interest in playing any longer, but Jon and Richie declared they wanted to play a game and before any of them knew it, Tico, Hugh and David were right there arguing who would play on which team and who was the odd man out. While they did that the girls all gathered at the tables just off from the pool room and started catching up.
It was great to get together for the first time as a whole group, something that had never happened before. Lainey and Lynn had met for various things over in England, Paula and Tara knew each other from campouts and were fast friends anyway. Linda, Rita, Bean, Kris and Dana met at Soaring Eagle in August. Other than that, Stas, Amber and Cassidy knew Linda and Rita along with Tara and Paula from shows in their area, but never had the entire group gotten together as one. It was the first time that Nikki had gotten to join them all for a show without her hubby along, she and Lainey had met for some non-Jovi outings, yet she’d never been to a show with the GDs as a whole. Once they all had drinks in hand, they sat down and started talking. It was as if they’d all been best friends for years and talked non-stop, laughing, drinking and having fun just being girls, almost, but not quite, forgetting that in the next room were their favorite Rock Gods.
After a while Jon, Richie and the others joined them and the party started getting wild. Drinking games got underway and before too long there wasn’t a single one of them that was even marginally sober, especially not after the tequila got broken out and they started playing quarters. By then Amber was sitting on Jon’s lap nibbling on his ear and teasing him with her tongue.
Linda had found her way onto Richie’s lap, although Cassidy was drunk enough that she’d crawled onto his lap as well and the two women were teasing him about who he was taking back to the hotel with him. He kept asking if he really had to make a choice and in unison they both would start laughing and reply ‘YES!’
Weaving her way towards the bathroom, the room spinning as she attempted to make the trip alone, suddenly feeling hands coming from behind, Amber lurched forward and was steadied by warm, soft hands. “Careful darlin’. Don’t want you getting hurt.” Jon’s voice feathered across her ear.
'Dammit, I finally get another chance and I’m wasted’ she thought. “Nope, not getting hurt.” With his help she made it to the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Reaching up, her hands dug into the mane of blond hair bringing his mouth down to hers “kiss me”. Obliging, Jon captured her lips and his tongue dove into her mouth. His hands slipping down her shoulders, gathering her against him and deepening the kiss that in his mind tasted like tequila and heaven.
Amber groaned into his mouth, her fingers finding the buttons of the doeskin chamois shirt and began opening them hurriedly. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him and the graying fur of his chest. Pushing the sides of it open, she broke the kiss to lave at the flat disks of his nipples, tasting the saltiness, smelling the scent of him and that cologne that she couldn’t place.
The now familiar feel of his jeans far too tight against his crotch, Jon backed her away from the door moving her towards the handicap stall for some privacy. Their lips never losing contact, hands busily working to relieve the other of clothing, desperate to find flesh and take what they needed from one another. She had the button of his jeans open and was about to lower the zipper when they heard the door crash open and both Tara and Paula stumble into the room. Laughing, Tara spied them, her mouth went dry at the sight of Jon with his shirt wide open and Amber’s hands at his waistband. Paula just leered and laughingly rejoined “you go girl!” as she staggered towards the bathroom stall, with Tara suddenly blushing and ducking into the handicap stall behind them.
Sighing, Amber felt suddenly foolish and semi-sober, turning pleading eyes to Jon. Rolling his at her, he buttoned his shirt and waited while she did her own and returned to the party, both even more frustrated than they’d been before they arrived. As much as the both wanted to leave, neither felt it would be appropriate since the party was thrown for their benefit.
The later the evening got and the drunker they became, someone started a game of darts and when Lou’s prized football signed by Joe Montana was impaled by an errant dart, he told them that it was closing time and shooed the whole group out of the bar and into the waiting limos. Stumbling out the door, the girls all started hugging one another and the band, drunk enough that even Bobby Bandara got hugged and kissed before they started crawling into the car taking them to the hotel.
Amber got in with the guys and giggled when Linda elbowed Cassidy out of the way to join her. Grouching about how Linda always got all the luck, Cassidy stumbled over to the other limo and gave the driver the directions to her house. None of them would be picking up their cars tonight and most of them were headed back to the same hotel as the band.
Drunk and happy, Amber boldly grabbed Jon and put him in a lip-lock that had his band mates hooting and catcalling, except for Richie who was sprawled on one of the seats with Linda sprawled on top of him. Kissing him deeply, Amber’s tongue thrust into his mouth in a drunken version of tonsil hockey that was reciprocated just as enthusiastically by Jon. In his alcohol soaked brain he couldn’t help but be thankful that the sexy, sweet, sensual woman in his arms would be in his bed again shortly. Not that he’d been without sex partners, but this particular woman caused his jeans to chaff his privates more than any in a very long time.
Groaning when her long, delicate fingers slid down to his crotch and started massaging, it was all he could to do not take her right in front of the others with all of the teasing he’d endured tonight. Only iron will and uncommon restraint stopped him, and he wanted to think his affection for her played a part. “Stop” he hissed, while his own hand cupped her breast through her clothing.
“You stop then, rockstar” she retorted, drunk enough not to care who saw them groping one another. Somewhere in her head she kept thinking this was a dream, but having those intense blue eyes focused on her told her it was real.
Feeling the car come to a halt, she looked past Jon to see Linda’s hand inside Richie’s shirt and almost giggled. Not that it was any more buttoned than normal, but the sight of Linda that intimately touching his body had been the subject of several dozen conversations and to see it happening just made her want to giggle. That Richie’s hand was likewise inside Linda’s made Amber grin like a Cheshire cat, seeing that was worth the loss of Jon’s attentions the last couple months all by itself.
Losing the game, she also lost interest in playing any longer, but Jon and Richie declared they wanted to play a game and before any of them knew it, Tico, Hugh and David were right there arguing who would play on which team and who was the odd man out. While they did that the girls all gathered at the tables just off from the pool room and started catching up.
It was great to get together for the first time as a whole group, something that had never happened before. Lainey and Lynn had met for various things over in England, Paula and Tara knew each other from campouts and were fast friends anyway. Linda, Rita, Bean, Kris and Dana met at Soaring Eagle in August. Other than that, Stas, Amber and Cassidy knew Linda and Rita along with Tara and Paula from shows in their area, but never had the entire group gotten together as one. It was the first time that Nikki had gotten to join them all for a show without her hubby along, she and Lainey had met for some non-Jovi outings, yet she’d never been to a show with the GDs as a whole. Once they all had drinks in hand, they sat down and started talking. It was as if they’d all been best friends for years and talked non-stop, laughing, drinking and having fun just being girls, almost, but not quite, forgetting that in the next room were their favorite Rock Gods.
After a while Jon, Richie and the others joined them and the party started getting wild. Drinking games got underway and before too long there wasn’t a single one of them that was even marginally sober, especially not after the tequila got broken out and they started playing quarters. By then Amber was sitting on Jon’s lap nibbling on his ear and teasing him with her tongue.
Linda had found her way onto Richie’s lap, although Cassidy was drunk enough that she’d crawled onto his lap as well and the two women were teasing him about who he was taking back to the hotel with him. He kept asking if he really had to make a choice and in unison they both would start laughing and reply ‘YES!’
Weaving her way towards the bathroom, the room spinning as she attempted to make the trip alone, suddenly feeling hands coming from behind, Amber lurched forward and was steadied by warm, soft hands. “Careful darlin’. Don’t want you getting hurt.” Jon’s voice feathered across her ear.
'Dammit, I finally get another chance and I’m wasted’ she thought. “Nope, not getting hurt.” With his help she made it to the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Reaching up, her hands dug into the mane of blond hair bringing his mouth down to hers “kiss me”. Obliging, Jon captured her lips and his tongue dove into her mouth. His hands slipping down her shoulders, gathering her against him and deepening the kiss that in his mind tasted like tequila and heaven.
Amber groaned into his mouth, her fingers finding the buttons of the doeskin chamois shirt and began opening them hurriedly. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him and the graying fur of his chest. Pushing the sides of it open, she broke the kiss to lave at the flat disks of his nipples, tasting the saltiness, smelling the scent of him and that cologne that she couldn’t place.
The now familiar feel of his jeans far too tight against his crotch, Jon backed her away from the door moving her towards the handicap stall for some privacy. Their lips never losing contact, hands busily working to relieve the other of clothing, desperate to find flesh and take what they needed from one another. She had the button of his jeans open and was about to lower the zipper when they heard the door crash open and both Tara and Paula stumble into the room. Laughing, Tara spied them, her mouth went dry at the sight of Jon with his shirt wide open and Amber’s hands at his waistband. Paula just leered and laughingly rejoined “you go girl!” as she staggered towards the bathroom stall, with Tara suddenly blushing and ducking into the handicap stall behind them.
Sighing, Amber felt suddenly foolish and semi-sober, turning pleading eyes to Jon. Rolling his at her, he buttoned his shirt and waited while she did her own and returned to the party, both even more frustrated than they’d been before they arrived. As much as the both wanted to leave, neither felt it would be appropriate since the party was thrown for their benefit.
The later the evening got and the drunker they became, someone started a game of darts and when Lou’s prized football signed by Joe Montana was impaled by an errant dart, he told them that it was closing time and shooed the whole group out of the bar and into the waiting limos. Stumbling out the door, the girls all started hugging one another and the band, drunk enough that even Bobby Bandara got hugged and kissed before they started crawling into the car taking them to the hotel.
Amber got in with the guys and giggled when Linda elbowed Cassidy out of the way to join her. Grouching about how Linda always got all the luck, Cassidy stumbled over to the other limo and gave the driver the directions to her house. None of them would be picking up their cars tonight and most of them were headed back to the same hotel as the band.
Drunk and happy, Amber boldly grabbed Jon and put him in a lip-lock that had his band mates hooting and catcalling, except for Richie who was sprawled on one of the seats with Linda sprawled on top of him. Kissing him deeply, Amber’s tongue thrust into his mouth in a drunken version of tonsil hockey that was reciprocated just as enthusiastically by Jon. In his alcohol soaked brain he couldn’t help but be thankful that the sexy, sweet, sensual woman in his arms would be in his bed again shortly. Not that he’d been without sex partners, but this particular woman caused his jeans to chaff his privates more than any in a very long time.
Groaning when her long, delicate fingers slid down to his crotch and started massaging, it was all he could to do not take her right in front of the others with all of the teasing he’d endured tonight. Only iron will and uncommon restraint stopped him, and he wanted to think his affection for her played a part. “Stop” he hissed, while his own hand cupped her breast through her clothing.
“You stop then, rockstar” she retorted, drunk enough not to care who saw them groping one another. Somewhere in her head she kept thinking this was a dream, but having those intense blue eyes focused on her told her it was real.
Feeling the car come to a halt, she looked past Jon to see Linda’s hand inside Richie’s shirt and almost giggled. Not that it was any more buttoned than normal, but the sight of Linda that intimately touching his body had been the subject of several dozen conversations and to see it happening just made her want to giggle. That Richie’s hand was likewise inside Linda’s made Amber grin like a Cheshire cat, seeing that was worth the loss of Jon’s attentions the last couple months all by itself.
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