Chapter 125

"C'mon in girlies. This is theeeeeeee tour bus. Where we spend all our time and--" Alec cut off. "Look at that, see. All our time. Hey there Richie my man!"

"Al! What the hell are you doing on here?" He tugged down Elena's skirt as she tied the front of her shirt.

She glanced up at Alec, one beyond skanky looking women hanging from each arm and shook her head. Finally straightening her clothing she casually leaned against Richie and prayed Alec came no closer. "I wasn't told you did tours."

"We don't usually," Richie muttered. Standing up, he smiled. "Sorry, ladies. Me and the wife were um...we thought we were alone."

"No, that's okay," Alec interrupted the bottle blonde. "Cindy and..." he looked at the redhead, "What's your name sweetheart?"

"Mary," she said and twirled the end of a frayed hank of hair.

"That's right, Sinful Cindy and Metal Mary...these are my two new friends. They wanted to see how the other half lives." He glanced at Elena. "Hey there, mama. Sorry about the coitus interruptus," he laughed at his own joke.

Elena couldn't hold back the shiver at his voice. She wanted to call him the names on the tip of her tongue, crass, rude, nasty, but there were groupies and fans on the bus, even skanky ones so remained silent, her gaze dropping to the floor as Alec's eyes seemed to flare as he watched her.

Richie tried to smile, but he couldn't quite hide his annoyance. The redhead leaning on Alec was drunk and high. She squinted up at him, her hand sliding lower on Alec's belly as she licked her lips at him. Good God, Richie forced a smile then waved at the blonde. Her eyes were far too bright, but she seemed the most with it of the both of them.

"Alec, you said Jon would be here," Cindy, the bottle blonde pouted.

"Yeah, yeah...Jonny's got a bit of stuff to do, but he'll be here."

Richie rolled his eyes. Christ, how long was Alec going to keep up the Jon schtick. "Nice to meet you ladies, but we need to get back to the hotel."

"Hotel?" Cindy slipped away from Alec. "You said you sleep on the bus!"

Alec shot him a dark look. "We do sometimes, but the married ones get rooms."

Elena stood quickly, lacing her fingers through Richie's, a barely there smile managing to make it onto her lips. "I hope you enjoy the tour, sorry you missed Jon, he so totally left right after the concert." She pulled closer to Richie before kissing his cheek. "Shall we head out darlin?"

Richie hid his smile as he snagged the notebook before he headed out. "See ya, Al!" Richie said over his shoulder as they clambered down the stairs. "You are so bad, " he half whispered, half laughed.

She winked and laughed. "Yep totally bad. I wonder how long they'll stay now?"

"Depends on their level of clever," Richie sighed. "That blonde had the calculating eyes. The redhead was a mess. Even if the blonde doesn't get Jonny, she'll probably steal Al's stash. He's already half lit." Richie slid his arm around her waist. "Stupid shit deserves it. He's high more than he's sober lately."

She nodded and said nothing as they made their way towards the car that would take them to the hotel. "So what’s the plan husband of mine?"

"Damn fool interrupted my flow," he leaned down. "Or are you still flowing?" he said into her ear.

Her brows waggled as a silky grin played about her lips, "Oooh and wouldn't you like to know?" She wasn't flowing, not by a long shot, just being in the same room with Alec was like a dose of ice water, but she also knew if Richie so much as winked the right way or touched the right way she would start flowing and quickly. Question was how to fire him up into starting again.

She closed her eyes and nearly turned the wrong way when Richie went left. Damned if Alec showing up couldn’t always throw her off. She had to get back on track, Just one touch Richie, she plead inwardly, just one touch, erase the presence of that scumbag.

"This way, darlin'," Richie laughed and pulled her into him. Frowning at her stiffness, even here beside him he brushed his lips against her temple. "All right, Lains?"

She nodded as the light kiss brushed the stiffness away. "I am now. I always stiffen up a little around him. He’s just icky. Man he has no taste at all, how on earth do you..." her words faded off as they reached the car. Moving closer to him she glanced up and managed a smile. "I'm able to talk back now though, and honestly? Well I’m more interested in that flow you mentioned."

"Well, he ruined my tour bus fantasy, dammit." Richie lifted her onto the hood of the car. "Maybe I'll have to go with my car fantasy instead."

She glanced around totally sure there was a driver somewhere near, yet saw no one at all. "Wonder where the driver went?" She looked around again, her leg sliding up to wrap around his waist. "So car fantasy eh?"

Richie dangled the keys. "Driver is off duty, darlin' so I'm your chauffer." He grinned. "Would Madame like a ride," he waggled his eyebrows. "I'm good with the stick shift for a smooth ride."

Her arms lifted to his neck and pulled him in closer, her lips brushing over his ear slowly. "Hmmmm, I think I would like a nice long slow smooth ride."

Richie glided his fingers up her thighs, pushing her skirt up again as she hung onto his shoulders. "Nothing quite as sexy as a fine ass on a Mercedes Benz," Richie drawled. Pulling her forward, he rubbed his zipper placket along her center. "God, I can smell you," he buried his fingers into her hair and tipped her head back. 

Scraping his teeth down her throat he rolled his hips. "God, I want inside you so bad, Elena."

Her head tilted back, long strands of dark hair fanning out on the hood of the silver car. She knew the coming words would be understood in an instant, and knew that within seconds after that he'd be breaking the slight lace thong and she was ok with that. Not only that for the first time in her life she was ok with a totally public place, ok so the beach on the island was public, but for the pure wicked appeal a concert venue parking lot had that beat.

Opening her eyes she glanced up, a study in want as her eyes burned bright with need, "They're only panties."

He reached between them, the lace at her hip was stretchy and finely made. He traced his tongue around her ear, biting down on the lobe as he twisted the material until he felt it give. Pushing it away he let it hang over the side of the car. Dragging her closer he ripped at his buckle.

She reclined against the chilly metal of the hood, her eyes sparkling with the fire of passion and the pure wickedness of what they were attempting. This too was something she loved about her man, didn’t matter the time or place, when he wanted he wanted, and she damn sure wanted too. Her leg slid higher as the other leg bent outwards widening herself to his view. "Ohhh Pony.... where’s my ride?"

"Christ," Richie muttered and freed himself. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to go slow with her on display like that. He tugged her closer dipping the tip of his head into her cream. Clenching his jaw against the need to drive into her, he rolled his way through her sweet scent and rubbed over her clit. She arched off the car so he did it again, finding the heart of her with the silky edge of his cock.

She bit her lip as she flexed upwards, the metal of the car finally warming beneath her back. Her hands slid for purchase on the shiny hood as she tried to pull him in with the leg she had wrapped around him. "You're teasing me... naughty man."

"I would never tease," Richie whispered and slid himself halfway home. Stopping he retreated, closing his eyes against how good she felt. Open for him, slick and inviting, her eyes dark and glittering in the night, he didn't want it to end. Pressing another few inches inside he stopped. "God, you feel good," he growled.

She whimpered at his slow approach, while at the same time feeling every single thought she had stopping and starting in time with his movements. Slender fingers stretched up and barely brushed against his arms, her eyes moving to his serious and intent look. "Richie.. baby.. so do you..."

She wanted to pull her free leg up and around his waist, pull him in completely, but she knew he was driving this the way he was for a reason, so with a stuttered gasp she waited on pins and needles for his next movement.

He felt the beads of sweat slide down his spine as he held back, when all he wanted to do was drive into her until she was on the other side of the hood. "Fuck," he groaned and inched his way inside until there was nothing but her and him, no air, no space...the woman that completed him and the inky night. He leaned down, drawing her up kissing his way up her stomach as her shirt bunched at her neck.

Pulling out, he seated himself again in one smooth motion. Her small breasts jerked with each thrust. Coasting over her ribcage he covered her, the tips of her nipples digging into his palms as he cupped her. With his other hand he held onto her hip and drove in again and again.

She rose to meet his hips, her need raging beyond common sense. The smell of the chill in the air, the heat of the man, the sensual glide of his hard length inside her clenching muscles had her moaning, and when he dipped in and his lips touched down on her skin she threw a fist to her mouth to muffle the scream. "Jesus Baby!"

Leaning over, he caught her nipple in his mouth and stared into her eyes. Licking and sucking he kept hammering into her. "Come for me, Lains." His thumbs circled her inner thighs as he opened her wider. Pulling her knee up against his chest he turned her slightly, his head dropping back as he found that spot inside of her that made her shudder. Deeper, he plunged. "Come for me, Elena!"

Her entire body tightened, leg around waist, hands into fists, inner walls against man as a sharp cry seeped from around the fist jammed to her lips. Tears began a single track along her cheek as his words, his plea, reached deep within and called forth the response he needed. She shattered, like fine porcelain dropped from a high rise, falling into a mind blowing blinding orgasm.

With chest heaving she lay there, her eyes dazedly looking up at him, unable to so much as move, "good god, what other fantasies do you have?"

"Enough to last us years," he panted, his arms bracing against each side of her as he sipped from her throat. "God, you destroy me, woman."

She pulled in a deep breath, her smile languid in the afterglow. "You do a pretty darned good job destroying me as well."

His laugh was shaky at best as he pulled her up into his arms. "You deserve a soft bed, but man I had to be inside of you so bad," he whispered into her ear.

She scooted closer, her arms wrapping around him tightly. "Anywhere, Anytime, I only need you not a bed." She smiled as she spoke the words, her truth, all she needed was him, Buses, planes, beaches and hoods of cars in the night, none of mattered, place and time didn't matter. All that mattered was him, her shining light, her goofy color blind rock star of a husband. He was the one thing that kept her from being lost, or afraid.

: ~~~

From the bus, he watched the two shapes in the night. The soft light of a security light lit her just enough. He could see her being hammered, fucked in the dark like the whore that she was.

He turned the least righteous of the two sluts he'd managed to bag tonight so she faced the window. Pulling her nylons down he stuck himself inside of her. Watching Elena get fucked had him torqued.

The blonde was hitting his stash behind him, snorting up his good stuff he was sure, but Michael would get him more. He always did. And if it kept her quiet, that was all that mattered.

His dick was hard for once, the speedballs left him embarrassingly soft sometimes, but here watching her he could get off. The redhead was just a receptacle. He wanted inside that, man. Inside that tight little piece that Richie had managed to marry. The redhead would do for tonight though.

He shot his load as he pictured Elena screaming for him, not the little sluggish whimpers of the slut in front of him. Elena. She should be his. 

Chapter 124

Chapter  124

Richie climbed the stairs of their bus, his fingers twined with his wife's as he pulled her along behind him. He'd left his writing pad behind last night and a stupid melody wouldn't get out of his head. He needed to write it down on something other than a napkin.

The idea of a notebook was foreign to everyone in his circle. It wasn't like he could just walk into the closest drug store without getting his ass pounced on. He'd asked Doc for one at least four times since soundcheck, but hell...he was so far up Jon's ass these days he was pretty sure he couldn't breathe his own air without ode d'Jovi.

Spotting the mass of papers jammed into a battered leather bound sketchpad, he smiled. "There it is!" Richie reached it and grinned back at Elena. "Sorry, darlin'. I would have been lost without this thing."

She glanced at the skitter skattered ratty book with papers jammed to and fro and started to laugh. "You need a new notebook."

"Hell no, this has been with me for the last year. No new one until after the new album is done." He cradled it protectively against his chest

She brushed a finger over the tip of his nose as laughter tinkled from her lips. "You wouldn't be superstitious?"

"Every idea I've had since we walked out of the studio for Slippery is in here. Hell yeah I'm superstitious. Good Christ."

She shook her head and fought back a laugh. He knew it all by heart and she knew it. It was a security blanket nothing more. "Like you don’t know every word, dot, note and phrase on those pages?"

"Chord progressions are tricky, something amazing happens and if you don't write it down, it's gone. When you're in the moment, anything can come out of you and sometimes you can never, ever do it again." He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. "Kinda like when I found you. Saw how fast I snapped you up, didn't you?"

Her lips whispered over his as she smiled at his words. She had gotten lucky that day, even if he did put his head up his ass by the end of that night. "Yes well we can agree to disagree on who snapped who up."

"Yeah, yeah, but I was smart enough to trap you on an island and marry you before you could get too far." He said with a smirk, clasping his hand over his wrist caging her in. Tapping the book against her butt, he took advantage of her step forward, catching her bottom lip with his teeth, slowly swiping his tongue inside for a deeper taste.

She melted against him as his heat and lips burned through her like the desert sun. It was all it ever took, a simple brush of the lips or that cute little nibble thing he did and she was lost. She encircled his waist with her arms and pulled closer, needing the simple feel of his strength and warmth as the kiss deepened. "Hmm guess you were at that."

Returning the notebook to his overhead he maneuvered her onto the bench seat lining the bus window. Pressing a knee between her thighs he swiveled her back into the corner. Bracing his hand on the window, he hovered over her mouth. "Have I told you how sexy you are, when you're in kick ass mode?" he said against her mouth.

She almost squeaked as he loomed over her, a quirky grin reaching her eyes. "Nope, but I'd like to hear about it."

"Watching you swing at the guy?" he dipped down for a slow, achingly thorough kiss. "And the little flash of temper you wear like a big glittery jacket. You made a guy twice your size quake in his boots." He sipped from her chin, then down her neck, swirling the tip of is tongue beneath the chain that lay close to her clavicle. "Let's me know you can take care of yourself, even if I'm not around."

She shivered at the tantalizing feel of tongue against her skin, her giggle ending in a near sigh. She adored him, from his over protectiveness to his pride in what she could do, and somehow she knew she'd never get enough of his special brand of loving. "Mmm, good you recognized that."

Moving lower, he quickly plucked at the little strings holding the top layer of her shirt together. "In my head I know you can do anything, Lains...it's my heart that hurts for anything that could make you sad again." He nosed his way into her shirt, looking up at her melted chocolate eyes. "I'd die if something happened to you."

Her hands slid over his hair as light as a feather before reaching for his chin to cup it and lift his head. She centered her gaze on his and smiled. "Nothing's gonna happen to me baby. You'll just have to deal with the fact you're stuck with me, forever." She smiled as his gaze began to sparkle, whimpered as his hands began to roam and knew without a doubt that she'd never wanna be anywhere else.

"I'm thinkin' you got the raw end of the deal, darlin'. I soooo won out on this little match," he chuckled against her palm, kissing the center of it. He looked down at her, the dim running lights inside the bus threw her into shadow. A flash of silk ruffled from the darkness and the inky dark of her hair curled down her chest, getting longer every day they were on this God forsaken tour. Would the wanting ever lessen? Just looking at her here on the battered bus, she looked like a princess that was slumming. He didn't deserve her in the least. He would keep her though. That much was for sure.

He couldn’t live without her now. He slipped his hand into her shirt and pushed it open. A shift with no real purpose was the only barrier. He lowered, circling his tongue around the perfect little nipple that pressed against the silk.

She lost herself in the touch and feel of his lips, her fingers dancing over his shoulders to work their way into his half open shirt. She was addicted, no doubt about it, to the simple feel and texture of his skin. The simple allure of two tiny patches of fur that lead to a treasure trail of heat were the map her fingers followed as his lips sent her entire mind into shut down. She'd never felt the way she felt now, and knew she never would again. One thing was for certain, come hell or high water, she'd be there for him, to keep the lonely from his gaze.

He pressed the flat of his hand along her belly, pushing the shirt up. He needed her silk, not the garment kind, her and the warmth of her. Tracing the tip of his tongue along the soft curve of her he finally caught the puckered velvet tip and sucked. "God, Lains..." he trailed off and rolled her nipple in his mouth.

Reaching down he scraped his fingers over her knee and up until he found the edge of her leather skirt. It was tight, so it was hard to push up. Growling against her she arched under his mouth. "Help me," he stopped sucking long enough to say. Resuming a tongue wide lave, he felt her hips rise.

She arched as her hand slid to undo button and zipper knowing that by the time the zipper hit bottom his long fingers would be sliding the skirt higher. As she felt the tug of the leather moving she breathed out with a smile, "all better?" Simple things, simple little things such as him loving the feel of her skin, like she loved his, reinforced daily just how alike they were, for all their differences.

While she was helping him, he took advantage of her widened legs and skirted his way under the flimsy string at the side of her panties. Pressing a knuckle against the heart of her he heard the quick intake of breath. Holding it there, he continued his quiet assault on her pretty little nipples. Every once in awhile he'd dig deeper, circling her clit slowly, all the while he tasted every inch of her breasts up to the long line of her neck.

He knew exactly how to drive her insane and she was bordering the edges of the land insanity as his knuckle again teased her clit. Her voice was whispery with need as soft pleas played over her lips, her hands constantly roaming from arms to back and then into his hair. If she could just get him to move quicker the world would be perfect, but he was content to tease so all she could do was gasp his name.

Flipping his hand around he unfurled his fingers and slid two inside of her. He swallowed the quick shout of her surprise and buried himself deep. "I can't wait until that's me inside of you, feeling you so tight," he said against her mouth.

She moved against his fingers as a barely there scream was muffled into his chest. "I can't wait either." She moved against him, a near urgency in her gaze as his fingers continued their wiggling. "You ... you.. make me crazy you know." Her hands tightened on his shoulders as she lifted her head to again taste his chest, her tongue flickering along the valley between his pecs. "Soo crazy."

Richie used his other hand to maneuver his belt, unable to wait any longer when the creek of the bus doors screamed through the bus. "Shit!" Richie muttered and covered her.

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He laughed as she caught up with him, his hands snaking out to catch her about the waist and twirl her around. "Have fun tonight baby? Well other than your time spent in captivity that is."



"I didn't know anything could be that exciting. I've been to concerts before but you blow me away." She slid her fingers through his damp hair. His hair was flat and fluffy, so she knew he'd taken the time to shower while she'd been...detained. His eyes sparkled under the overgrown bangs. "It was well worth the trip, though you will have to kiss my boo-boo's a bit, Sugar."



Jon twirled her one last time, the twirl ending with her facing him as his lips moved in for a sizzling kiss. "OH I'll kiss more than your boo-boos baby."



Kate felt the limo's smooth surface at her back as he caged her in. Deciding to enjoy the moment for once, she let herself drift into a long, slow kiss. The buzzy adrenaline from the show was still there like static between them, driving the kiss higher until her hands buried themselves under his jacket and into the small of his back where warm flesh met cotton. "It's been forever, Jon," she moaned into his lips. "After watching you," she punctuated with a kiss, "and seeing how you held the crowd in the palm of your hand, then the smiles when you found me in the crowd?" She slid up his back. "I don't know how you stay so even keeled. I'd probably be an ego maniac."



His hands danced over her skin teasingly. Damn he'd missed her skin. He'd missed her touch and her voice and everything else about her too. "It’s just a job baby, a damned good one. But i have you to keep me sane right?" His lips melted against her butter smooth neck and traveled along the seam of her tee shirt. "Fuck you in that shirt and jacket nearly had me jumping off stage."



"Well, I felt like a school teacher with all the freaks around us. Jesus," she tilted her head back to give him better access as he licked his way up to her ear. "Okay, you can jump me now instead."



Jon shifted her until she was reclining, his hand reaching out to push the button, raising the privacy window. "thought you'd never ask baby." He slid slowly up along her body, his lips trailing fire as he kissed from bellybutton up. "I’m so hungry, but not for food. I want you to know that."




She groaned when he flipped up her skimpy tank and bra at the same time. It had been so long since she'd last touched him, that even the semi-public nature of the limo didn't bother her. The first touch of his hot mouth on her nipple tripped a groan and a shiver through her body. "Oh god, Jon."



He nibbled his way from one breast to the other, his hands slipping between them on the way to the button of her jeans. He loved the smell of her, the taste of her skin and couldn't get enough. Undoing the button his hand slipped inside the tight denim to lightly brush against the moistness there. No other woman on the planet could make him forget his control, but Kate not only made him forget it, Kate made him actively work against it. He brushed his nose along the underside of her breast and groaned, "Katy.."




Arching her hips up against his hand she whimpered. Nothing could get her hotter faster than this man. Through all the men in her life and all the lovers she'd been with it was this man that shoved her into the stratosphere with just a breath or a smile. It was this man that made left her weak when she tried so hard to be strong. She dragged him up to her mouth to catch the scream as two fingers slipped inside of her.



He deepened the kiss, his tongue flashing like fire against hers as his fingers wiggled slightly, his thumb brushing over a hardneed tiny nub gently. He loved how she buried her screams into the kisses, it drove him insane with need every time, and made him want to make her scream even more.



He had wanted their first time in so long to be romantic, even had the scene set, but damned if she hadn’t waltzed in with that flimsy top and fire in her eyes and made him forget even that. Rearing back his hand moved to pull at her jeans then slid them from her legs before reaching for her hands, giving her the chance to do the same. "Dammit, I can't wait Katy babe." And as she slid his pants over his hips he groaned and leaned in for another kiss, his cock thrumming with the need to simply slide against her wetness.



Pushing at the denim to get one ankle free so she could get herself around him, she buried her hands into the denim until his firm ass was under her palms. "Inside me, I can't wait." she said against his mouth. "I ache, so bad." Nearly angry that she'd let that tidbit free she forgot about it a moment later when he slid home.



The clench of her walls, the tightening of her fingers on his ass nearly had him undone then and there. "Damn baby," He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply, hoping against hope that one scent could center him before he shot his load like a preschooler. Counting to ten before he moved even once he groaned internally as she started milking him.



Pulling back he thrust forward again, and knew that no matter what or when he'd found home, all within the tiny strong grasp of his very own doctor Kate. Sliding his lips from her hair to her neck he bit down gently as his hips began to move, then thrust before rotating slightly, all designed to rub against that hard little nub that would send her to the moon.



"More," she choked out as he drilled into her again. Pushing against the cotton of his t-shirt she managed to raise it enough to feel the fur of his chest against hers. The soft hair and sweat shifted against her skin bringing her nipples to aching points. Forgetting herself, she shouted out his name and curled herself around him. Release and fire took her down until there was nothing but her and Jon, the leather seats burned away, the uncomfortable situation, the driver only feet away. Nothing mattered but this man, this connection and the raging intensity between them.



His hand snaked to her thigh and pulled it higher on his waist. He wanted more, no fuck he NEEDED more, and more meant deep. Shifting her leg higher he slid to the side and deeper a soft growl in his throat. And when her nails dug into his ass he almost sobbed with the pleasure of it.



Time and place faded away as her touch, her scent, and her skin had him growing even harder, the need to feel those walls tight around him driving him past reason as he moved within her.



Shoving up with her boot she sunk into the soft leather of the door for purchase. Each stroke left her fuller, hotter and needier than the last. Raising herself to take him deeper she felt the orgasm ripping through her taking sanity and any wall she'd left standing.



So it would be a limo and this man that was her undoing, she thought distantly. "I love you, Jon," she gasped and viced around him.



The words washed over him like a spring rain, his heart expanding to near bursting point as she laid her emotions bare to him. AS her climax tightened around him he spilled deep within her, his head falling as his lips brushed over her ear, his heart his mind and his soul speaking the words to her. "I love you too Kate, I love you."



Oh, God, oh God. Her brain seized. She'd said it out loud? Her body took over blowing apart any ability to hold back. She could only pray that she wasn't making a mistake. wrapping her arms around his neck she held on as he buried himself inside of her again and again.



Even as he said the words he hardened again, a miracle in and of itself, his body beginning to move as he took her higher, and felt himself imploding. Time after time she took him, remade him, and then put him together again. Time had lost its
meaning as he buried himself deeper, wondering if he'd come out of this in one piece by trips end. As he rode the lightening of her final climax he shouted hoarsely, his voice rumbling into near non existence. "Jesus, we're gonna kill each other before the nights over, and I just don’t care."



He rubbed his crotch against hers and felt his cock nearly jump as the scent and feel of her teased his want again. "Do you?"



"What a way to go," she panted. "One way to finish out my internship. Death by sex. Now that's something to study."



He pressed a kiss that was more a smile along her cheek. "I'll willingly be the test subject."



"Trial and error. It's a study I'd be willing to lead."



He lay down on the seat beside her, pulling her into his arms. "A one man one woman test. we defy the odds babe."



Laying her head on his chest, she drew in his scent. "God, I hope so," she whispered and held him close.



He nodded lazily. "I know so."

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Jon's eyes narrowed at the words. Michael was his trusted personal body guard, he wouldn't have dared pulled this shit. Stormy blue eyes moved towards Richie, the question of would he have in his eyes. "Man you sure the guy said he was Michael? Did he have a British Accent?"




"Uh, no." The heavy set guard squinted. "I asked for Michael head of security and was told he was. Why would they say they were Michael if they weren't? Matter of fact Mr. Bon Jovi why would anyone deny knowing these…"  The guard coughed and continued, “Ladies if they are with the band?”




Jon's frown grew as he considered the possiblities. Michael was the only Brit on staff. "Couldn't have been Michael man." He reached over and tapped Richie on the shoulder, "Michael has an accent, so someone else played a really cruel joke here."




Richie turned to Elena and lifted her out of the chair by the elbow, his long fingers tugging at the bands around his wife’s wrists. Glancing at security he growled, "how the hell do you guys get these off?"




The heavy set guard came around with a blade and slit through the thick cording. "I'm sorry Mrs. Sambora, but we have ways of doing things for a reason. There are many women here that have far better stories."




Elena's brow arched as she tried to dial back the anger. "And you proposition each one of them? Promise them backstage if they just service ya?"




The man blushed. "Uh...no. Not all of them."




Richie's anger bloomed again and he took a step toward the man. Roger took two steps back. "Look, man. She's hot. I didn't know she was for real."




"Uh, hello! How about my hands too!!" Kate said watching everyone's backs.




Elena's gaze darted to the man with the blade. "You have to the count of Two dude.”




He turned toward Kate and did the same, leaning back when she came swinging. "You're a fucking pig." She took a step back when Jon caught her around the waist.




He pulled her in close, his head dipping to nuzzle into her hair. She was so angry and had every right to be. He needed her calm and excited, not angry. Pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck he drawled out, "You like this is making me think naughty things Katy."




Kate swiped out one last time catching the guard in the knee with the tip of her boot. She gripped Jon's forearm, tugging for freedom. "C'mon just one swipe and I'll feel much better."




"Just take them outta here please!" The lanky one said from the floor in a raspy voice. "We've had enough."




Elena took a step towards the man on the floor, ready to lean over and grin. "Awwww bested by two itty bitty women."




"Fuck that, two crazy women!"




Kate calmed down and leaned back on Jon. "I'll take crazy if it means you won't be such an ass, though I know tomorrow night you'll get away with the same treatment of women, you fucking shit."




Richie reigned in Elena and slid an arm around her shoulders. "C'mon darlin' they aren't worth our time." Richie knew the game. He'd been playing it for years now, but his wife wasn't the type to think along those lines. She valued their astonishing sex life and didn't need to know just how many times he'd been on the receiving end of a complimentary blow job.




The touch of his hands calmed her so quickly it was like flicking a light switch from on to off. Tilting her head upwards she granted her husband a brilliant smile. "Ya found me again, rescued me, but at least this time I was giving as good as I got." She laughed a bit then turned into his arms. "But I think I'm so very ready to get the heck outta here."




Jon pulled Kate in closer. She spoke the truth, the men would be right back at it again the next night, but that wasn't his problem. It was the name of the game in the music business. Sex sells, and many a girl sold it just to get to the band. "Let’s get outta here Katy. I have better plans than standing in a dingy room all night."




Kate headed out of the room and kicked the guy on the floor for good measure. "I need food and a shower."




Jon followed, his smile growing, if she only knew what he had planned. "We'll do that baby, first thing. Have to stop and make our goodbyes though."




Feelin Jon's hand at her wrist, she linked their fingers as they headed up the ramp to the stage. "God, who do we have left?"




If they were lucky everyone had left. IF they were lucky no one would be in the bands room. "No telling babe, hopefully no one." He tightened his grip as they walked along the backstage hall. Poking his head in the bands main room he grinned as he saw just a few stragglers. Turning to Kate he winked. "Race ya to the limo."




Kate watched him sprint past her and rolled her eyes. He'd just run all over the damn stage and he could still run? She turned around and waved at Elena. "Catcha later, darlin'." Then caught up with him in a few strides. Damned if she didn't run track in school.

Chapter 121

Richie paced the green room. "Where the hell is my wife man? The show's been over for nearly forty minutes."

Jon glanced up at Richie then looked around. "Fuck you’re right, and I don’t see Kate either."

"I didn't think you noticed," Richie smirked at Jon. "Enjoy the Mayor's daughter?"

Jon rolled his eyes, "Just biding time my man, but you're right, the girls should of  been here by now."

His mind went spiraling as he wondered where his Kate had went. Had she stepped in and seen him chatting up the Mayor's daughter? Didn't she get that it was just a part of business?? Shit how can we find them?"

"Well they couldn't have gone far. They don’t know Philly. I don't think they'd leave the building." Richie walked over to the door way. "Hey Michael!"

Michael turned around. "Hey Rich, what's up?"

"Dude, I lost my wife. She's wandering around with her best friend, Kate. She's a redhead."

Michael nodded, "I'll call around to the detail and see if anyone's seen them."

"Thanks, man." Richie ducked back in. "Man, I just didn't need this tonight. I knew I should have told her to stay side stage."

Jon snorted and thumped him on the back. "Sometimes dude you are just too protective. They're probably off chatting with someone."

"Kate hasn't seen you in weeks and she's gonna chat up a fan? I doubt it." Richie popped a knuckle.

"Man the woman's mind eludes me. I'm just a guy." Jon grinned as he watched Richie worry. "Fuck man you worry worse than a woman at that."

"Yeah, well I have cause to worry." he paced. He'd told her he would keep her safe always. This wasn't the way to inspire trust if he couldn't find her five minutes after he got off stage.

Jon winced. He'd forgotten their earlier troubles. Shit he hoped she hadn't managed to find more of that type of trouble, it would kill Richie. "Dude they're probably ok."

Richie hovered around the doorway. Where the hell could they have gone?

"Man, you shoulda scene the guys downstairs hauling off two chicks! The littler one totally took him out."

Richie reached out and grabbed for the kid outside. "What'd she look like?"

The 18 year old roadie shuddered as Richie lifted him to his height. "Uh, brunette and pretty."

"Where were they headed?"

"I think they were getting put in the security room until the police arrive."

Jon moved over as Richie hefted the young roadie. "What's up?"

"I've got a bad feeling." Richie said and dropped the kid. "Show me," he muttered.

Jon didn't like Richie's bad feelings, they always came on the head of a lot of usual bad happenings. "Man I hate when you do that."

He looked at the roadie and nodded. "Show us."

The kid stepped out on he the stage and pointed. "Down there, Mr.Bon Jovi and Mr. Sambora.” He pointed to the curtained in corner.

Richie sighed. "What the hell has she gotten into now?"

Jon chortled as he walked beside Richie. "It's your wife man, it could be anything."

"Yeah, well she's with your girlfriend, it's probably her fault." Richie's long legged stride ate up the arena.

Jon started laughing, "Kate's told me all about little Elena. Teensy gets her into trouble. Teensy is the fireball, my Kate? She’s the steady one."

"Steadily getting her ass in trouble," Richie muttered and caught sight of Kate with her arms around her back and a belligerent light in her eyes. Oh hell, Elena was going to be ten times worse.

She glanced up as two male bodies entered the room, her dark brown gaze lighting with a crazed mixture of fury and humor. "You are soo in for it Mr. Security Man."

"What the fuck is going on here?" Richie bellowed.

Elena stood and turned her back to Richie showing him her tightly bound wrists and laughed, "I think I'm sorta close to being arrested?" She glanced back over her shoulder, her gaze spearing the fat slimy roadie. "But dammit he deserved what he got, jackass don't know how to treat a lady." She tilted her head and gazed at him over her shoulder her grin widening as the fury seeped from her eyes to be replaced with devilish humor.

Jon stepped over to Kate shaking his head as he noted she was as tightly cuffed as her friend. "And you, what's your story Katy?"

"Well, Elena drop kicked one of them and the other one pushed me into a wall so I would be the same trouble. Though he did get a kick in the balls for his trouble."

"We tried to subdue the women--"

Richie interrupted him. "Why were they held? That's my fucking wife you idiot." He turned to Elena. "Where the hell is your laminate?"

Elena blushed to the roots of her hair. "Probably dangling from some groupie’s neck. It was pretty close out there. But hell they all know me.. or so I thought. Baby I think we need a freaking code word I swear to god, these two apes didn’t believe me."

"That's why there's a laminate, darlin'. They are oh so useful in that regard."

She glanced at Kate and started laughing, "Unless they get stolen." She slid closer to Richie, "Can I kick him again? Just once? I mean I don’t suck anyone off but you."

Richie turned to the guard and lifted him by the collar. "You wouldn't have propositioned my wife, would you?" He pressed him into the smooth concrete wall, clamping his hand around his neck.

Elena rolled her eyes at Richie. "That's not gonna get me untied handsome." She looked over at Jon, "MopTop.. help here, him beating up the bad guys wont get our hands untied. "

Jon coughed to cover the laughter that was bubbling near the surface. It would figure, put Teensy in the audience and she starts a roust. God she was something else, thank god she was all Richie’s. Turning to Richie he grinned at the skinny guard dangling from Richie’s hands, "Uhh man, might wanna not kill the guards."

Kate crossed one leg over another. This was not what she'd been looking for when she'd driven out to see Jon. What the hell? Was it because of Elena? Or just her fucking karma?

She looked up at Jon's smirk and decided it was her fucking karma. "Would you do something? Not just stand there and smirk?!"

His eyes sparkled as he turned towards Kate. "Oh I dunno, you all tied up is bringing a myriad of possibilities to mind baby." He winked and moved over to Richie. "Now King, if you'll put the little guy down maybe we can get our girls untied."

Richie stared at the guard then back at Elena, then to Jon. He bounced the lanky piece of shit's head against the wall one more time. "I'm not sure he gets the severity of the situation here."

"I was just--" the guy got cut off as Richie pressed the palm of his hand deeper into his larynx.

"You were just..." Richie leaned in. "You were going to apologize to my wife is what you were going to do."

The heavier set guy finally came up for hair from the knock to the nuts. "We called the green room like we're supposed to and were told that no one knew the ladies."

Richie let the lanky one loose and turned around as he folded into a heap on the floor gasping. "Who the fuck told you that?!"

The heavy set guard grasped the edge of the counter. "I talked to Michael, Mr. Sambora."

"I'm gonna kill him!"