Chapter 41

“Hey Bro, we’re gonna to be late.” assessing their appearance quickly, his lips quirked up into a wide grin, “I can see your date was a success.” Winging his eyebrows upward at the obvious bulge in Jon’s pants, “so, do you still want to hit the bar?”

Flipping his friend off, Jon steered Amber towards the waiting helicopter and ignored Sambora’s comments. Seeing Linda already settled in the chopper, without even thinking Amber hopped up in and sat next to her, leaving Jon and Richie to take the seats facing them.

Frowning, Jon and Richie exchanged a silent dialogue that was missed entirely by the two women that were chatting animatedly about finally getting to see Les Paul play. It wasn’t like this was the first time the guys had seen him play, since Richie and Les were good friends and chances were Richie would end up on stage as he tended to do when he visited the Iridium. Shrugging, they fell into an easy conversation about the tour and what time they’d need to leave in the morning for the next stop since they were playing that evening. It wasn’t typical for them to wait until the morning of a show to fly out. As it was David, Tico, Hugh and the rest of the musicians and crew were already in Pittsburgh. Jon and Richie were the only ones that stayed in Philly because of their little side trip to New York with these two women. Less than an hour later they were all piled into a town car and headed to the Iridium just off Times Square.

“When was the last time you’ve been to the Iridium?” Amber questioned without specifying who she was asking.

Looking over at Jon, Richie answered, “I was there when we were playing a MSG. I don’t know the last time Jon’s been there.”

“It’s been a while. Have you ever been?” asking Linda, since he hadn’t spoken to her much, actually at all as Jon thought about it.

“No, it’ll be my first time.” her excitement nearly radiated from her, not only was she going, she was going with Richie! It was a dream come true. “I’m almost as excited about it as I am about flying ....” she stopped when she saw the warning glance from Richie, although that registered about the same moment that his hand clamped down on her leg.

“Flying? What’s exciting about flying?” Amber was lost and missed the whole exchange between her friend and Sambora. She knew her friend thought nothing of flying to see shows and her next flight was just to go home.

Blushing, Linda changed tact, “nothing. I’m just excited about seeing them play in Pittsburgh tomorrow night.”

Eyes narrowing, Jon knew there was more here. “You just saw us play on Saturday.” Then his frown deepened and he squinted at Richie, “why is she going to Pittsburgh?”

“I live there.” Linda quickly protested, since it appeared Jon was accusing Richie of, well, she didn’t know what, but something, “I flew here to see the show with the rest of my friends and because Richie wanted me to stay to go to the Iridium with him, I missed my flight home.”

“And?” his eyes still piercing Richie.

Clearing his throat before answering, “I told her that there was no point in paying the change fee to fly back commercial when you and I were all that would be on our jet and invited her to fly with us. Didn’t figure there would be a problem with that.” He dared Jon to object, especially in front of Amber.

Sinking back against the soft leather of the seat, Jon huffed a breath, then turned to Amber, “so do you want to join us too?” He was beaten and knew it. There wasn’t a way in hell he’d turn down Richie’s request, especially when it had to do with one of her girlfriends. Already having witnessed how tight the group was, he wasn’t going to chance falling from their good graces and tempt fate where she was concerned, not again.

“I have to work tomorrow, as much as I’d love to go to the show.” It wasn’t lost on her that Linda would see the inside of the Jovi jet when she’d never seen anything except Jon’s hotel room.

Pulling her in for a hug, Jon murmured that he’d make it up to her.

“You’d better,” she pouted and gave him a peck on the cheek. She wasn’t about to start kissing him like she had in the other car since this time they had witnesses.

Laughing lightly, Jon kissed her soundly on the mouth, enjoying the way she melted into him almost to the point of forgetting himself. “Sure you don’t want to fly to Pittsburgh with us?”

“I’d love to, but I already took today off work and I haven’t been with the company that long that I can get away with jet setting all over the country with a couple of rock stars. Hell, they don’t even know that I’m a Bon Jovi fan at work, much less that I took today off to spend it with you.” grinning when he rolled his eyes at her, something she found adorable.

Chapter 40

Walking into the restaurant was a surprise, Amber expected the utilitarian Oriental decor that seemed to be in every Japanese or Chinese restaurant she’d ever entered. This place was nothing like what she was used to. Although the decor was Oriental in flavor, the use of brightly colored sumptuous silks and ornate wall hangings gave it a luxurious ambiance. Her eyes darted around the room trying to take it all in at once, the thickly cushioned seats, the exquisite colors, deep wood tones and the display of katana swords encased in glass. She wanted to go look at the swords, yet she was determined not to look like she was overly impressed. There was another display case of carved jade figurines that drew her attention as well. Jade was something that she loved and had a small collection of figurines that she kept stashed away in a small display case where Bounce couldn’t get to them.

Being steered towards the sushi bar, her eyes widened when she saw the sashami, maki and nigiri on different pattern and size plates floating on boats as they circled the bar. As many sushi restaurants as she’d visited over the years, she’d been to them all over the country, she’d never seen anything like this. It was amazing.

Jon pulled out a chair for her at the sushi bar, he’d considered a table, but the experience of watching the chefs was something he never tired of and the ones here were especially good. Sitting next to her, he accepted the oshibori that was presented in a basket and wiped his hands with it, seeing Amber do the same, registering that she did know the custom of cleaning her hands with the warm towel brought to them before eating.

Watching the boats floating by, he selected a couple plates to start and grinned to himself when Amber almost tipped one over before grabbing it. “Not very experienced at this?”

“I’ve never had them come around like this. It’s different, but I can see that I’ll be trying a bunch of different stuff instead of just rolls or nigiri.” Pulling a plate that had a couple pieces with eel with teriyaki sauce on it, she eyed the rest of the boats floating by with the dishes on them before lifting her chopsticks. Grasping her first piece, she dipped it into the soy sauce she’d laced with wasabi before popping it into her mouth. “Umm, this is really good.” Taking another piece, this time nigiri with yellowfin tuna, she followed her routine, dipping it into the soy sauce before eating it.

Jon was doing the same with his dinner, a little nigiri, some maki and sashami, all washed down by some warm saki. Grateful that she was just as involved with her meal as he was his, requiring little conversation and the chance to just enjoy the companionable silence that rested easily between them. Finding a piece of sashami, raw fish, that tasted exceptional, he offered it to her and laughed outright when she pressed her fingers over her nose from the sharp sensation of the wasabi opening her sinuses a little more than anticipated. “Sorry.”

Dabbing at her eyes as she sniffed inward trying to overcome the shock of it, she smiled gamely, “you went a little heavy with the wasabi there, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t have a problem with it” smirking back at her, piling a small glob of wasabi on a piece of fish before putting it in his own mouth to show her that it didn’t bother him. His eyes watering as he experienced the same sinus opening sensation.

Slanting an ‘I told you so’ glance at him, Amber took a sip of green tea, having foregone the sake as her rock star tried valiantly to cover his discomfort. “The tea is wonderful, would you like a sip?” She’d learned years before that when you had too much wasabi that the tea helped neutralize it.

Accepting her cup, Jon drank down the remains of its contents and then returned it to her. “Touche,” he was a little more careful with his next several pieces of sushi, chatting with her about their choices and getting to know each other a little better. It was hard to really talk much since there were other people sitting in close proximity to them around the bar. He did manage to learn more about her family, or rather, lack thereof other than her maiden aunt in Florida and her estranged brother that lived somewhere out in Montana. She didn’t mention any other family when he pressed the issue. For his part, there wasn’t much to tell her that she didn’t already know, but gave her insight on his family with little snippets of stories that made her laugh.

Glad he didn’t push too hard on the subject of family, she relaxed as dinner wore on, getting more and more full and seeing the twinkle in his eyes becoming more evident the more sake he drank. Tickled by the fact that before the evening was over she might get entertained by a slightly inebriated Jonny, curious as to what he might have in store for her if that happened. Finally unable to eat another bite, she pushed her pile of plates away and saw that Jon was doing the same. Their waitress came by and tallied the bill by the number and pattern on the plates, then wrote out the bill and handed it to Jon, who didn’t even glance at it, instead handing over his credit card. Within minutes they were out the door and in the town car again after a brief delay when a couple fans stopped them for autographs and a picture with Jon, who was gracious and smiled playfully.

Sinking back in the seat, Amber looked over at her companion that was propped against the corner of the opposite seat. “Why so far away?” She teased.

“I was wondering the same, babe. How about you coming over here to keep me company?”

Hesitating, “I would, but there’s no room.”

Patting his lap, he teased, “right here, there’s a seat waiting.”

Sliding over to his side of the car, Amber snuggled onto his lap, attempting to be somewhat discreet since their driver could see everything they were doing in the back seat. Turning towards him, she swiped his lips with her tongue, whispering that he needed to get them a limo the next time. Feeling as much as hearing the deep rumble of laughter that greeted her words before his fingers tangled in her hair and pulled her hard against his mouth, devouring any protests that his bold action might elicit. Sinking into the kiss, she suddenly didn’t care if the entire world saw them making out, giving as good as she was getting before they’d been half a block.

The cold rush of air that swept into the car brought their heads up and Jon’s hand out from inside her sweater as the driver cleared his throat loudly in deference to looking into the back seat. He’d seen enough to know their clothing was disarrayed and it wouldn’t do his tip any good to be obvious about it.

Cursing silently the swift ride to the heliport, Jon straightened his clothes and helped Amber with hers, smoothing her hair as best he could before either of them stepped out of the car. Fully cognizant that his arousal would be clearly evident, he kept close behind Amber hoping that Richie wouldn’t make any comments about it.

Chapter 39

Dressed in the cowl neck burnt sienna sweater and winter white wool pants that Jon bought her along with her chunky heeled boots, Amber felt more casually elegant than ever before. Her only regret was not buying the diamond chip encrusted bangle bracelets she’d spied in the jewelry department of one of the stores. They would have looked fabulous with her outfit. Not that she didn’t own a fair amount of nice jewelry that she’d accumulated over the years, but all of that was at home and she wasn’t in Jersey. Checking her reflection in the mirror, she was satisfied that she was ready for her first real date with Jon. He’d changed their dinner plans twice already and instead of the romantic dinner he initially spoke of, they were going to one of his favorite sushi restaurants in town. It was one of the things they discovered they both loved and she couldn’t wait to experience it with him. After all, she would never forget the video on the box set of Richie and his goofball ‘the will to live’ bit from a sushi restaurant somewhere in the world.

Stepping from the bathroom, she glanced around and didn’t see Jon. Walking into the sitting room of their suite she didn’t find him there either. Frowning slightly, she went back into the bedroom to make sure she didn’t miss him before crossing to the couch and sitting down. Confused by his absence, she wasn’t certain what to think, then shrugged and turned on the television to wait for him. A couple minutes later she heard a knock at the door and answered to find Jon standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a small box. “What’s this?”

“You didn’t expect me to pick you up for our date without bringing a gift to my girl, did you?” Waggling his eyebrows as that million watt smile broke out lighting his handsome face.

Laughing, she accepted the flowers and a chaste kiss on the cheek, just shaking her head at how romantic he was being. “Why thank you, Mr. Bon Jovi, I’m honored.” Sniffing the exquisite bouquet of a variety of white, yellow, purple and red dendrobium, phalaenopsis, oncidium and vandaceous orchids, she smiled up at him, “they’re wonderful and not something that would set off your allergies either.”

“I wanted something special for my special lady. That they won’t bother my allergies was a bonus. This is for you too.” That she knew so much about him personally at times set him on his heels, remembering how much of a fan she was before meeting him gave him insight into what he imagined some of the more ‘enthusiastic’ fans might know.

Accepting the small box, she had to juggle it with the flowers still in her hands, thrusting them back at Jon so she could open the box. “You know you didn’t have to do ...” her jaw dropped open as she withdrew the sparkling bangle bracelets she’d barely glanced at even if she did drool over them in her mind. “How’d you know? I love them. Oh, thank you, Jon!” Flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the mouth.

He had to quickly adjust so the flowers didn’t get crushed when she came at him, but his satisfaction that his instincts were right about her wanting those particular bracelets was warming his heart. She really was special and he was determined to prove to her it wasn’t just sex, he really did love being with her. The feel of her flush up against his body, her mouth busily devouring his was intoxicating and sending all of his good intentions south. The almost instant response in his jeans reminded him they had dinner reservations that they’d miss if he gave into his body’s desires. Reluctantly pulling back, he winked at her, “How about thanking me properly later? We have somewhere to be and are meeting Mookie and Linda later.”

“Oh, yeah, there’s some thanking to be done, that’s for sure.” Turning away from him to drop the box on the little table in the entryway, she slipped the bracelets on, twisting her wrist back and forth to watch them sparkle and shine. The grin that was plastered on her lips showed just how excited she was over the gift. “I don’t know how you knew, but thank you!” Reaching for him again, she kissed him lightly and removed the flowers from his hand. Looking around she didn’t see anything to put them in, then walked through to the bathroom and filled the ice bucket with water. Bringing them into the sitting room, she was still smiling, a teasing glint to her eyes, “love the fancy vase, don’t you?”

Shaking his head again, Jon laughed lightly, “I knew I should have bought the vase, but I didn’t think it would be nearly as romantic as flowers wrapped in paper.” Picking up the room phone he called down to the desk and asked they bring up a vase for her flowers, telling them that they’d be gone from the room for the evening.

Unused to being pampered as Jon, she was surprised the hotel had people to do that, but then, he was a rock star.... Musing to herself about the perks of having a rock star boyfriend, even if for the most part he was just like any other guy, just one that had a whole lot more money than she did. Giggling to herself at that idea when she finally looked at his clothing for the evening, baggy jeans and a form-fitting black sweater with an unbuttoned black dress shirt over that. The contrast of the black against his blond hair looked amazing, smirking to herself that he always looked amazing. “I’m ready, if you are.” Laughing when the look on his face told her he was ready, but his thoughts were still centered around his desires. “for DINNER, Mr. Bon Jovi, for DINNER!” Laughing even harder at the exaggerated pout that now graced his beautiful face.

“When you put it that way, your chariot awaits downstairs,” extending his arm, so she could link hers in his, he placed his free hand over hers that was now wrapped around his elbow. Escorting her from their room, he closed the door behind them and heard the lock engage before they headed off for their evening out and first date.

Chapter 38

Showered and dressed, albeit in the same clothes she’d had on the day before since she didn’t bring a change of clothes, Amber smiled to herself as she watched Jon dressing.

Quirking one eyebrow skyward, he could see her mind spinning. “What did I do this time?”

“It just occurred to me that this will be the first time we’ve gone out together.”

Jon frowned, wanting to counter her comment and found he couldn’t. They’d met on the plane and fucked, then met a second time at her former boss’s party and left together spending the night and most of the next day in her bed and he chased her after the party when that snake Whatshisname pulled his shit on her. And now they’d been together again, yet not once had they been out in public as a couple. “Well, I guess I’ll have to do something to change that. Is that what you’re wearing?” He suddenly felt the need to take her to a nice restaurant where they could have a romantic evening before he had to resume the tour. It was easy to forget they’d not been together that long or that often when they fit together so naturally.

Looking down, she frowned. “I wasn’t expecting to spend the night with you or...oh shit!” Realization dawned that Bounce was home alone and hadn’t been fed. “I gotta use your phone!” Grabbing it without waiting for permission, she dialed her next door neighbors hoping they’d be home. “Hey, Jerry, could you do me a favor? I won’t be home till tomorrow night, could you or Sherry go feed Bounce and clean her box for me? I didn’t expect to stay overnight and now it’s going to be a couple nights, but I’ll be home day after tomorrow.” Hearing her neighbor amiably agree, she promised to reciprocate the kindness when they were out of town and needed someone to take care of their dog. Hanging up, she was visibly more relaxed. “Can’t forget my responsibilities, now can I?”

Shaking his head, he understood why she’d suddenly been distracted from his question. “Now, about the clothes?”

“It’s all I have with me. Unless you have something I could wear or you want to take me shopping?” Her eyebrows waggled up and down playfully at that suggestion.

Laughing he grabbed her hand, “I have to talk to Paul a minute, then we’ll go get you whatever you need since you’re not leaving until I have to fly out of here. I know you have a job and a cat to take care of, so I won’t even ask if you’ll join me for the next part of the tour.” Leading her from the room he went to get Paul to make dinner reservations for the two of them and arrange a car. Shopping was going to be done by foot since there were some nice shops right in the area of their hotel.


Two hours later laden with a number of shopping bags they returned to the hotel. Amber was impressed with how infrequently Jon was approached by fans and how polite they were when they did approach. Even more impressed with the array of clothing he’d bought her and even a couple shirts for himself. They’d had fun when normally she dreaded shopping and even more hated everything she saw on the racks. He had a unique ability to tell what would look good on her when she thought it would look terrible. Her feet ached from all the walking they did, yet she was buzzing from the high of having spent most of the early evening wandering in and out of stores on Jon’s arm. It was a dream that she never anticipated living. Attentive, sweet and willing to buy her whatever she fancied, the rock god she’d been in love with for years was now a flesh and blood man that she was quickly falling for. “I’m beat.” Flopping down on the bed dramatically, she turned her head towards him hoping he wouldn’t insist on going out.

“Up and into the shower with you. We have dinner reservations at seven and I don’t want to be late.”

His deep rumbling laugh rolled over her after she stuck her tongue out at him. Sighing deeply, she peeled herself off the bed and found the bag of bath products along with the items from Victoria’s Secret that he’d purchased and headed into the bathroom to clean up. It wasn’t like she got to have a private dinner with a rock star very often, amending that thought in her head to never.

Jon considered joining her, instead stepped from the room to check and see that everything he requested had been arranged. Seeing Richie in the hallway with Linda still on his arm, he couldn’t stop the grin from spreading, “hey man, what’ goin’ on?”

“Heading out to dinner, bro. How’re you feeling?” Tightening his grasp on the woman’s waist, they’d already been out wandering town and done some shopping, finding some new concert gear for him and some new lingerie for her.

“Good, Amber and I are heading to dinner soon too. I’d ask you to join us, but she informed me that we’ve never been on a date, so I’m going to keep her to myself tonight.” cocking his head a bit, his grin widened, his straight, white teeth gleaming. “Interested in hitting a club later, though? It is Monday night and Les is playing tonight, right?”

Richie saw the gleam in Linda’s eyes and nodded, “yep, at the Iridium Jazz Club. That’s quite a drive from here, you sure?”

Laughing, Jon shrugged, “who’s driving? I think we can get a chopper into the city. I’ll see what Paul can pull out of his ass and meet you two back here around nine?”

“Works for me. Linda, you game?”

“Oh hell yeah!” Slapping her hand over her mouth, she didn’t believe her outburst in front of the two of them, then helplessly winced. “I mean, whatever you want to do.”

Both men roared at her discomfort, if she was anything it was forthright with her opinion.

“See you then.” Jon continued down the hall towards Paul’s room with a new list of requests in his head, amending his original plans for dinner and their evening out.

Chapter 37

“Mmmm, you just want me to tell you? Just like that?” a teasing glint in his sparkling eyes, warmed by his desire.

Softly smiling, she reveled in the feel of his hands stroking her skin, deliciously awaking every nerve ending as they passed. “How else do you propose to tell me, Mr. Bon Jovi?” wriggling around to indulge herself in the heady sensation of his heated hands drifting across her flesh.

Leaning towards her, Jon touched his lips to hers again, this time with more intent, pressing his palm against her back urging her closer to him. The hunger that awoke him replaced by a more insistent sensual hunger. Tracing her lips, then plunging into her mouth, he avoided answering her question. Her purr against his mouth told him that she too was hungry for this and pulled her half under him. Too engrossed in tasting and touching to break the contact, Jon propped himself on one elbow to keep from crushing her as his palm snaked a lazy path down her side, across her hip and up between her thighs to find her moist curls waiting. A contented sigh greeted him when he pressed the heel of his hand against her folds. Kneading her mound, his other palm massaging her breast as he kissed her senseless, inhaling her whimpering need. Unwilling to give up the sweetness of her mouth to skim any other part of her body with his.

Amber spread her legs further apart hoping for a more intimate touch, her fingers laced tightly in his shaggy blond hair holding him to her, feeling the heat rising within her, the need pulsing and her brain screaming for what her body desired. Reaching out she tried to pull him over her, he could be attentive and giving later, for now she wanted, no needed a good hard fuck. Something about him being this close in proximity turned her into a junkie and he was her drug, all of the questions she had evaporated when he held her so intimately. One calloused digit slipped between the folds of her pussy and began stroking, finding the hard bud within, teasing it, almost vibrating across it until she lost herself in the rising tide that washed across her. Gasping then, her eyes glazed, she begged him to take her.

Acquiescing to her demands, he slid on a condom, rolled over her and between her legs, lifting one and then the other up, almost bending her in two before he thrust inside. Jamming himself to the hilt in one solid, powerful move, holding himself there as he savored the throbbing of her walls pulsing around him, listening to her keening cry of rapture when he’d done nothing more than enter. Waiting for her to relax, he withdrew, then entered again and again, never slowing the pace, her legs braced against his shoulders, her breasts rubbing against the sweating skin of his chest, abrading, making them more sensitive. Losing himself in the act as he hadn’t done in years, hearing their voices mingling in tandem as they both uttered sounds that pulled the other along, hungry for release from the sweet torture they were inflicting on the other.

Amber was biting down on her lip, unable to form thought, working only on instinct and her need, her head thrashing back and forth as he lifted her again towards ecstasy and fulfillment as only he’d been able to do since that first time they were together. Her nails were scoring his back, holding on, urging him on, feeling the tidal wave coming again and hoping that she could wait until he came and could join him in his orgasm. She bit back a scream when he rammed into her and held himself hard against her womb, straining as he emptied himself, feeling heat pouring into her when she knew he always protected them both. Something though felt so right about it, having that flood of warmth within her knowing that it was his. Her legs were released and she laid back boneless against the pillow, his weight a happy burden sprawled on top of her.

It was long minutes before he could force himself to move, he’d done his best not to place his full weight on her, yet she hadn’t complained. Looking down at her, the contentedness that he felt was reflected in her expression as well. “Thank you.”

“For what?” just a hint of a frown etched her otherwise smooth brows.

“Just thank you.” When his stomach broke the moment, he added, “think you’d be interested in showering and going out to dinner with me?” He began to roll away when he discovered the remnants of the condom, split down one side. “Shit! I didn’t mean for that to happen. I…” his words stopped when her finger touched his lips accompanied by a quiet “shh”.

“I’m not complaining, Jon.” Quietly adding, “I am on the pill. You don’t have to worry about anything. It’s okay.” Sitting up she wrapped her arms around him, hoping to assure him she wasn’t some kind of wacko that wanted to get pregnant by him and force him to support her and the child, what she felt for him was much deeper. If there ever was a child in her life it would be planned and wanted, not a momentary lapse of judgment or an accident. “Unless, of course, there’s some reason that I should be worried that I don’t know about?” It was an afterthought that she hadn’t intended on speaking out loud.

“Huh? No, nothing. You’re sure? We’re okay?” He didn’t know why it mattered, but it did. Seeing she was confident, he kissed her lightly and then took the broken condom into the bathroom and started the shower, peeking his head out to ask if she was joining him.

Nodding, she slid off the bed and forced away the questions that had begun racing through her head again. He may be Jon Bon Jovi and this might be an affair, but she made up her mind to take it one minute at a time, after all, their next show was on Tuesday in Pittsburgh and after that, he’d be gone until a couple days before Christmas.

Chapter 36

Waking to the sound of light snoring, Amber rolled onto her back and saw Jon sprawled out on his, one hand draped across his face, the other resting on his stomach. Feeling decidedly better than she had earlier she laid there listening to him and wondered to herself about how they’d gotten to this place. Granted she’d planned to talk to him on the plane that day, but fate put her on his lap and it spiraled from there, the bathroom, the party and then nothing for months.

Now she was in his hotel room and recalling some of the things he admitted during the course of the night that she had to question in the light of day. Did he really turn down other women because he couldn’t get her out of his head? Had he really said ‘Amber is the color of my love’ in the arena or was that her imagination? Was he as good a lover as he seemed to be or was it because she was obsessed with him and wanted to believe it? Frowning, she turned her head towards him. Had he really held her hair while she’d gotten sick? She clearly recalled seeing him heaving into the sink when she’d felt well enough to crawl back to bed. Now he was asleep and she didn’t want to disturb him. Looking at the clock she was stunned by the time. Most of her friends were already gone and she hadn’t gotten to say goodbye. That sucked, but at least they’d all gotten together for one concert, a private party with the band and she could thank Cassidy and Richie for it all.

Sighing, she wished that Cassidy had gotten Richie for the night, then again Linda was by far the bigger fan and had been the one to turn Cassidy to the ‘dark side’. On the whole pleased that one of them got to experience the man, she rolled towards Jon and slid her palm down the sleep relaxed muscles of his bicep and followed his arm across his stomach. Lacing her fingers in his she scooted up against him, molding herself to his body, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Jon.

Hunger woke him, his stomach protesting loudly that it was empty and wanted nutrition. Feeling the heat of a woman, he cracked open one eye to find a pair of soft doe brown eyes looking back at him. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself. It’s about time you woke up. Guess rock stars really do sleep all day.” Grinning mischievously at him, Amber was fairly certain that this was an anomaly with Jon. She’d read enough interviews and articles to know he generally got up early and worked out in the mornings and his day went from there like a race car on nitrous.

Snorting, Jon shook his head as best he could “I don’t normally spend my mornings sharing a bathroom puking either. How are you feeling?” Caressing her arm that was holding his other hand. The silky softness of it enticing and comforting at the same time.

“I’m fine. Did you really hold my hair for me?” At least she could get that answer.

Smiling warmly, he took her fingers in his and kissed each one softly. “Yes. Remind me not to drink that much any more. I’m getting older, I can’t handle it like I used to.”

Something about the feather light touch of his lips on her fingers sent shivers down her spine. “Only if you remind me of the same thing. Getting sick the next day is not enjoyable in the least, even if there’s a hot guy right next to me getting just as ill.”

“Deal,” sucking one of her fingers into his mouth.

Pupils dilating as her pleasure centers started switching on, Amber’s mind began shutting down, “I....ah....” closing her eyes as the delicious sensations washed over her, her tongue flicking out over her lips.

Snickering, Jon kissed her knuckle and laid her hand back on his chest. “want to go get something to eat?”

Her eyes flashed open, asking incredulously “what?”

“Food? You want to go get something to eat? Steak? Seafood? Pasta? Sushi? You know nourishment?” Grinning mischievously at her, his clear blue eyes twinkling.

“Jon Bon Jovi, you’ve got me all primed and ready for sex and you want food?” her eyes were wide and her hands were planted firmly against that oh so muscular chest since she was now sitting up and staring down at the naked man laying next to her.

Laughing lightly, he pulled her down against him and kissed her soundly. “I’m hungry. It’s mid-afternoon and I haven’t eaten since yesterday. If you want me to keep up with you, you’d better feed me.”

Snorting as a gutter thought crossed her mind, she just shook her head at him. “And I thought that being with a rock god would be different. You’re just like any other guy.”

“I am just like any guy. That’s not what made you laugh. Give.” Grasping her sides with his fingers spread wide, Jon waited.

“Uh uh,” her refusal quickly turning into a fit of giggles when he began tickling her unmercifully until she was gasping for breath to make him stop. The moment he did she turned on him and tried to find out if he was ticklish and where. As she got into the game with him, he went back at it and before long they were both gasping and had tears rolling down their cheeks from laughing so hard and long.

A tangle of arms, legs and torsos, they slowly relaxed, unwinding and snuggling together. Feeling tender, Jon leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips, stroking his tongue across her lips, inhaling her scent and reminding himself of what it was about this woman that drew him in so deeply so quickly. “I do believe one of my songs has new meaning for me these days.” Barely touching as he brushed the hair from her face with baby soft pressure as he traced her facial features with the pads of his fingers.

Enchanted by the warmth in his eyes and the low raspy whisky soaked voice that was nearly a whisper, “oh yeah, what song would that be?” She didn’t want the moment to end.

Chapter 35

Pulling out a chair for Linda, Richie surveyed the private dining room where they all were eating and smiled to himself. David and Tara had their heads together having a very animated conversation. Curious about what they could be discussing since their hands were flying along with their lips. Holding a cup of espresso, Tico was lounging back against his chair smiling as he listened politely to the woman Richie recalled being named Dana, with two others listening intently as they hugged their coffee mugs possessively. Both looking for all the world like they were struggling with nasty hangovers. Having run into Hugh in the hallway, he’d admitted that his date for the evening was in the shower and they’d be along shortly. The smile on the man’s face had said more than any words might have along with his confession that he wished she wasn’t married.

“So what are your plans for the day?” Asking his companion that may not be as beautiful as the starlets that he’d been dating, but was more grounded than any woman he’d met in a very long time. Not to mention that she was remarkable in bed. They had the day off and if he had his way it would be spent with the spirited woman currently engrossed in the menu.

“Huh? Oh. I have no idea.” Some of the girls had talked about going Christmas shopping before they started their drives home and others were flying out at various times, but she was in no hurry to go anywhere. Especially not when she had the attentions of Richie ‘fuck me now’ Sambora at her disposal and had tender privates to prove it. Not that she was complaining, in fact, if it wasn’t for working up a ravenous appetite, she would not have left his bed.

Lifting her head when she heard Anastasia’s voice, she smiled to herself that both Ana and Timmy were grinning and talking a mile a minute at one another. It was nice to see her having a good time with someone. As she checked around the room, she saw that most of her friends were there, some with the guys they’d apparently hooked up with the night before, others sitting together and talking enthusiastically. She didn’t even want to speculate who ended up with whom since she and Richie vanished early on.

“Linda, have you seen Lainey? Nobody’s seen her since she took off with Daniel last night.” Nikki asked, hating to disturb Linda whose goofy adoring grin was indication enough that she was even more smitten now than she had been for the last 20 some years.

Snorting quietly to herself, Linda couldn’t hide the grin, “yeah, like you’d expect her to surface this morning? Guess our angel’s getting her wings trim...,” bursting out laughing before she could even finish the sentence.

Nikki joined in along with Bean and Lynn, all three having arrived downstairs together since their Nickelback bed partners admitted that their girlfriends and/or wives were expected later in the day and they didn’t want to be surprised by an early arrival with a woman still in their respective beds. Since all three women were married, they understood the reluctance to screw up a long term relationship for a one night stand....and not one of them would ever admit to their own spouses that they’d strayed.

“Guess Daniel’s wife isn’t come in with the others then, or he’s treading on dangerous ground.” Eyebrows raised when they considered that Lainey didn’t have any experience with this sort of thing and almost turned to rescue her from the potential disaster when thoughts of being disturbed if they’d drawn Daniel as their bed partner stopped them in their tracks. That and being so famished that the sight of Rita’s stack of pancakes covered in blueberries and whipped cream waylaid any further consideration at staging a rescue.

Going over to sit with Rita and Paula, the five women began comparing notes from the evening before. Since both Paula and Rita had gone upstairs and passed out, they spent their time listening. About the time that Bean was half-way through her tale of Ryan writing a song perched on the bed she was in, Cassidy and Serene appeared looking far to cheerful and rested earning them both cat-calls for wimping out on the party.

Ordering breakfast, they all went back to their previous discussion, not one of them noticing that Cassidy was eyeing Linda with less than cordial glances even if they’d been close friends before the party last night. When the food arrived they all settled down to eat and the room finally enjoyed a measure of quiet.

It was at that point that Jon strolled in alone, Amber was upstairs sleeping and he didn’t want to disturb her after the rough time she had of it earlier in the morning. Wearing sunglasses against the light that was aggravating his headache that he wasn’t about to let on was by far the worst hangover headache he’d had in years. His baggy Dockers and his favorite t-shirt with the Tell Your Mom I Said Hi logo on the front along with a comfy pair of sneakers kept things from chafing when just the feel of cloth made his skin hurt. The hangover was that bad. Seeing the group of women, he forced a smile and turned to where Richie and Linda were sitting and joined them, ordering strong, hot coffee before he even made it that far.

“Hey bro, feeling better?” Richie cackled knowing that Jon was hurting bad just by the way he was dressed and moving.

“I’m fine, Amber’s the one that’s ill. So what are your plans for the day?” Clenching his jaw together at the sight of the food in front of the two of them. Focusing his attention on Richie’s face in hopes that he could pull this charade off successfully.

Nodding, Richie took a bite of the eggs, followed by toast and some of the fruit that came with his meal. “If you say so. I think we’re going to do some sightseeing and shopping. Linda here tells me she knows of this great shop that has clothes she’s convinced I’d loooooove.” Winking at her when she blushed furiously at his teasing tone.

“Ah. Good, well, just wanted to wish the ladies a safe trip and give them Amber’s apologies.” Grimacing when the smell of the eggs wafted over towards him, swallowing hard he pushed his chair back “and I need to do exactly that.”

Grinning crookedly, Richie could see how hard Jon was struggling with appearing normal when he was a half step from embarrassing himself completely. “Or I could do it for you, bro” fully aware that when Jon put his mind to something, he was a bear to steer off track, even if it was for his own good.

“No, no. She asked me to do this for her.” Stepping towards the table of chattering women, Jon steeled himself with a sip of the coffee that was just handed to him. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he prayed silently that nobody had sunny side up eggs and if they did, they wouldn’t cut into them while he was standing there.

Smiling a bright, but brittle smile, Jon approached the table and kept his eyes focused above all of their heads, hoping the sunglasses hid the fact he wasn’t looking at a one of them. “Ladies, I hope every one of you had a good time last night. I just want to thank you for coming and doing your part to help with the surprise. Amber’s a little under the weather this morning, so she wanted me to thank you for her too and...” he gagged when a plate of eggs carried by a waiter passed right by him and were set in front of Cassidy. Swallowing down the bile that had risen, he gamely tried to continue “and sends her apologies for not joining you this morning.”

Watching him through narrowed eyes, Paula noticed how often he was swallowing, that his teeth were clenched even as his lips were moving. She knew that look and didn’t even need to see his eyes to know he was fighting hard not to get ill and was seriously hung over. “It’s okay Jon, you’re here, join us for breakfast.” Sweetly, well as sweetly as her devious mind could conjure, Paula invited him to sit.

“No, I, ah, should go back and check on Amber.” He looked down to face Paula and saw Cassidy’s sunny side up eggs running across her plate before she sopped it up with a piece of toast. Feeling the upheaval in his stomach beginning, he turned suddenly and headed for the door, praying he’d make it to the closest men’s room before he vomited and embarrassed himself thoroughly.

Seeing Jon’s distress, Richie rose “why don’t we join your friends at their table?” They were done eating and he hoped if they joined the table of women, perhaps they’d be distracted if Jon didn’t actually make it out of the room before he puked. It’d been a lot of years since he’d seen Jon in this shape and he suspected it’d be a lot more, but right now, the man was hurting bad. Linda had missed the whole scene with her eyes trained on Richie the whole time, but was willing to join them if he was.

For his part, Jon hit a dead run the second he passed through the dining room door with his bodyguard in close pursuit and barely made it into one of the men’s room stalls before he lost the remaining contents of his stomach. Unwilling to face anyone else with his head pounding and his stomach aching, he made his way back upstairs and after washing out his mouth, he stripped and crawled in bed with Amber. Thankfully, he thought, she was still asleep and none the wiser, curling against her, the scent of her and the softness of her skin lulled him to sleep and let him forget his hangover.

Chapter 34

“Um, I don’t know,” a smirky smile edging its way across her lips, “any ideas?” Slowly moving towards him to steal a kiss before she worked her way downward and settled her lips around the head of his dick, licking lightly. “You can tell me when you want me to stop.” Taking an inch more into her mouth, her tongue teasing the small slit at the top, listening to him sucking in a breath. Playfully humming against his flesh, she gingerly inched her way down him, her fingers still surrounding him as she took in more of him. Swallowing against the rising feeling of a queasy stomach, she closed her eyes and continued her play, taking a little more and then withdrawing, sliding down and withdrawing.

“Oh god, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” Jon groaned, what was it about this particular woman that drove him mad? Battling with his hangover that was throbbing in his skull, willing the pain between his eyes to abate, he started to sit and discovered the slightest jarring motion caused shooting pains to split his brain. Laying back down he fisted his hands in her hair to urge her to move faster and take him deeper. He couldn’t help pushing down on her head when he did.

Suddenly Amber shoved away from him hard, clamping her hands tightly across her mouth and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door, falling to her knees and began projectile vomiting into the toilet.

For a few stunned moments Jon lay there confused and hurting from the raging hard-on he was suffering. Hearing the sound of retching coming from the bathroom, he gagged. He might be the father of four children, but ever since he was a kid if he saw or heard someone else throwing up, it would take everything he had to avoid following suit. Wanting to go comfort her even though he might end up fighting her for the toilet, he clamped his jaws together and slowly rose from the bed, hating that his own head hurt so badly that he wanted to remove it at the neck.

After opening it, he stood in the doorway for a few moments urging his own stomach to settle as she knelt on the floor, elbows on the edges of the bowl and head down, hands tangled in her hair holding it back. Her pitiful retching sounds weren’t helping him at all. Moving towards her, he swept her hair away from her neck, holding it for her as she continued violently puking into the toilet. Feeling more than a little green himself as she did. When she settled back onto her bare bottom on the tile floor and leaned against the bathtub, he grabbed a fresh washcloth and wiped her pale, tear-streaked face for her. “Are you okay now?”

Nodding Amber gasped at how badly her head hurt, her throat was raw and her insides felt like raw hamburger. “Uh huh, I think so. I’m sorry, Jon, I didn’t mean to do that.”

With her sitting against the bathtub the stench of vomit suddenly hit him in the face and as hard as he tried to avoid it, he couldn’t stop himself. Both hands hit the vanity as he leaned towards the sink and retched. It made his head hurt worse, but the pungent smell of it got to him. After a few minutes his stomach felt better, although sore and empty, but his head was throbbing worse than ever. Wiping his mouth with a washcloth that he snagged from the rack, he looked down at the sink and then turned towards the toilet and gagged again. 'Dammit’ he thought, ‘can’t even help her without puking’.

Re-entering the bedroom after closing the bathroom door behind him, he discovered she’d retreated back to bed, exactly where he wanted to be. About to crawl back in, he heard the pounding on the door and groaned, seeing her bury her head under the covers. His own head hurt like the devil and wished he had that option. “Who is it?” His throat was raw from puking and his voice reflected it.

“Jonny?” at that moment Richie wasn’t convinced he had the right room.

“Go away, bro.”

“Everyone’s meeting downstairs for breakfast and me and Linda wanted to know if you’d be joining us.”

The very thought of food turned his stomach and heard her muffled comment of “hell no” even from under the covers. “We’ll pass.”

Laughing that dirty, knowing laugh that Jon knew so well, Richie told him that they’d have to come up for air soon, cause the all of the girls that were flying out wanted to tell Amber goodbye before they left.

“Let ‘em know that she’s not feeling well this morning.” Hearing the mumbled thanks from the bed, he wanted to collect payment for that, but it would be later....for both of them.

Harder laughter came from the other side of the door and Jon could tell that Richie wasn’t alone. “So Amber’s hungover, huh? How you feelin’ Jonny?” Richie hadn’t seen Jon drink like he had the previous night in a very long time and suspected that Jon was suffering just as much as Amber.

“I’m fine.” The muffled snort from the other side of the room made him chuckle, he’d be damned if he was going to admit how badly he was hurting. None of the guys would let him live it down if they had any idea how bad this hangover was.

“And I’m the Easter Bunny. Prove it, bro. Join us for breakfast and let the lady sleep.”

About to hit his head against the door, he stopped himself, groaned quietly and tried to find an excuse. “I’m going to stay here and keep her company, order some room service.”

“Wuss.” Richie laughed heartily, wrapping his arm around Linda’s shoulders they headed downstairs to join the others and tell them Jon and Amber were too hungover to join them.

Shuffling back to the bed, Jon faced facts. If he didn’t make an appearance downstairs he’d never hear the end of it. If he did go down and they saw how ill he was it would be just as bad, plus her girlfriends would know too. Deciding to leave their illusions about him intact, he slipped between the sheets and gathered Amber close, at least she wouldn’t be laughing.

Chapter 33

Amber looked up at him hovering over her, propped up on his elbows so his weight didn’t crush her and she could only smile. Her girlfriends went to great length to get them back together and even as inebriated as she was, she understood it meant a lot to both of them that their friends had done this. Lifting her hand to his face, she brushed the soft feathers of hair from his eyes. “Hi.”

Seeing the twinkling in her eyes, his lust battering his senses, his lips curved up into a wolfish smile “hi, yourself”, lowering his head to seal her lips in a searing, soul-melting kiss. Fingers tangling in her long tresses, unwilling to waste one more second on conversation when his cock was in pain, screaming for release after hours of wanting her and being denied.

Her arms reached around him, tracing the muscles of his back as they shifted under her fingers, losing herself in the feeling of him over her and the sensation of electricity coursing through her, pulsing in her core. Groaning as his mouth trailed hot, wet kisses across her jaw leaving a trail of fire behind that turned cool when the air hit it, sending shivers down her spine. She wasn’t certain how long she’d be able to endure this before she’d cum from just his touch.

Sucking and nibbling on her earlobe, Jon couldn’t get enough of her, yet the intensity of his need was too much to ignore, sliding her up on the bed, he slipped one hand down her side, his mouth back on hers, hungrily tasting, memorizing her with every stroke of his tongue. He moved so he was straddling one thigh, desperate to know she was as ready for him as he was for her. Finding her drenched with pearly fluid, his finger brushed against her clit and was rewarded with a desperate mewing sound, slipping inside her with two fingers he almost lost it when she clenched around them, growling at her “I can’t wait any longer”.

Quickly readjusting his position, he lifted first one and then her other leg, draping them over his shoulders and drove deeply into her with one solid thrust. The tight, hot walls of her womb welcoming him, her body arching back as she cried out, begging him to hurry. His brain went on auto-pilot as his body propelled him on. Thrusting deeper as she pleaded for more, harder when he wanted to feel her clenching around him, faster, panting, grunting, both of them frantic for this, for that slice of heaven they’d found in each other at her house months before.

Her body arched, bucked and then stiffened, teeth came down on her bottom lip and her eyes closed tightly as he drove in one last time before she screamed his name and flew towards nirvana, Jon exploded at the same moment, pouring his seed into her and collapsing on top of her, her name a prayer on his lips as his mind blanked out. Moments later having just enough presence of mind to roll on his side, holding her tightly, still joined with her although he was slowly withdrawing when it dawned on him that he hadn’t used a condom. Praying silently that she was on birth control and that Rafael, the asshole, didn’t give her any diseases, not that he was going to even broach that subject.

Hearing the sound of her slow, even breathing, Jon closed his own eyes, it had been one hell of a day and evening. He was exhausted from the show and had far more to drink than was intelligent, sleep was calling to him too. That was his last thought as he drifted off holding her close.


The light from the open window hurt Amber’s eyes and her head felt like someone drove a Hummer through it, not to mention that the mud from its wheels were coating her mouth. Cracking one eye open, she saw that Jon was still soundly asleep, apparently sunshine flooding the room didn’t have the same effect on him that it did her. Wiggling away from him, she groaned as she lifted her head that was pounding like Tico’s drums. Holding it seemed to help as she walked to the window and closed the drapes throwing the room in deep shadows, walking into the bathroom, she took care of her most immediate need. Found a bottle of aspirin, took two and then stole Jon’s toothbrush to scrape away a couple layers of the sludge that seemed to be coating them before she returned to the bedroom and crawled back in next to him.

Watching him sleep in the soft shadows, her head propped up on one elbow, she couldn’t help but trace the outline of his tattoo closest to her, the softness of his skin over sleep-slackened muscles a surprisingly sensual discovery. Reaching across him she smoothly scratched her fingers across his chest, amusing herself with the crinkly, graying curls that would spring back up when she crushed them. Finding one of the round flat disks in amongst his chest hair, or fur as her friends called it, she put her finger in her mouth and then traced its outline with her now wet fingertip. Blowing lightly on it, she grinned at the way it puckered in response. Thoroughly enjoying her play, she repeated the action with the other nipple and glanced down to discover his cock was at rigid attention. A wide grin spread across her face at the random thought ‘six month ago who would have thought that I’d be waking up in bed with Jon Bon Jovi’. Letting her hand drift downward, she stroked the satin smooth, rigid length of him, encircling it with her fingers, testing its width, length and rigidity with her hand. Leisurely circling the top rim of it with her nails, captivated by the feel of its heat and the pulse within it.

Cracking open one eye, Jon saw the delight in her face, “enjoying yourself, darlin’?”

“Uh huh, good morning sunshine.”

Grunting his response as the reality of his hangover hit him, wondering exactly how much participation he’d be able to manage in his current state. “What do you have planned there?”