Chapter 135

Richie watched Elena dress once more. They'd spent a leisurely afternoon in the hotel, even managed to watch a movie the whole way through without getting completely naked. Okay, so there'd been a blow job during the boring part, but he'd been good. And she'd started it, as usual. "Where are you and Katy hanging for the show, love?"



She glanced up as she pulled a slender bit of nothing from her dress bag, something lacy, scrappy looking and purple. "I’d think front row is out of the question?" Her dark eyes sparkled at the question; she really liked what she saw from front row and was just as sure he'd say no.



She laid the purple lace on the bed then laid out a set of jeans and a sweat shirt beside it, her grin growing as she watched him.



"Well you are a bit distracting," he said and flipped the sheet back. His eyebrow rose at the lacy bit of fluff that she had to flip around twice to figure out which way went which, before frowning at the sweatshirt. He lifted the sweatshirt off the bed. "Won't you be hot in this, darlin'?"



She leaned into his chest as her smile grew. "Oh I dunno, depends, it gets kinda chilly on side stage you know." She winked as she straightened the purple lace out on the bed. "Lace for front row or sweat shirt for side stage... hmmm which should I wear Pony?"



He lifted the little purple skirt with the wide buckle and placed it in front of her bikini clad bottom. Her tanned legs made his mouth water. Then lifting the purple bit of nothing he stretched his hand inside of it. "Oh hell," he said as he could see his fingers plainly. "How the hell am I supposed to concentrate if you wear this?"



She pressed a kiss into his chest and almost laughed. "I guess its jeans and a sweatshirt tonight then."



"Hell no, I'd rather be distracted," he said with a laugh. "I don't mind you up front, just try not to lose your passes, huh?"



"Gonna pin it to my damn shirt this time I swear." She let the towel she was wearing slip to the floor as she glanced back at Richie, her hand reaching for the purple lace, her hand momentarily stalling as she remembered the last time she wore lace in that color. Shaking her head she pushed the thought away. "And what are you wearing tonight?"



The lace stretched and fit itself to her body, leaving him momentarily speechless. God, he loved it when she bought things for him, especially in purple. He watched her fuss, his brow furrowed. She never messed with her clothes that much. Her hand widened over the scooped collar as her body flushed and the pulse point at her neck went haywire. "Lains, you all right?" He stepped closer, watching her face pale.



She closed her eyes a moment and searched for the words. "Its, um, ..." She turned and put a smile on her face. "Not something we should worry over before a concert." She turned back to the mirror as she worried the lacy blouse even more.



"What's that got to do with anything?" He curled his fingers over her smaller ones. "Baby, please. What's up?"



She sighed as she turned back to face him, her arms winding about his waist. "Just, well I bought 
this just for you, had to look extra nice for the last night of this leg of the tour and ....well I didn't think when I did is all. It will be ok, I'll be ok. Honest ."



Confused, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, letting the silk of her hair brush over his forearms. "I love the outfit babe, you look sexy as hell. In fact, I might have to beat off a few roadies and a--" and the pieces fell together. "Aww, hell, Lains. You know you're safe right? No matter what you wear your safe with this crew."



She snuggled into the gentle hug and smiled. "I know, and I haven’t thought of that night in the longest time, it just popped in to say hi I guess." Looking up into his deep brown eyes she smiled, "I'm always safe with you, I know that."



"Good, that's what I want to hear," he said and kissed the tip of her nose. A part of him wanted to rant that the memories would forever be a part of them, but another part of him was silently cheering that she was finally getting over it, that these little moments were pretty far and few between. His hand slid down to cup her firm little ass. "Well, not too safe," he reminded her teasingly.



She couldn't resist the move of his hand and did a small bump and grind against him, her hand moving up to run down his spine slowly. "Well now I do agree with that, I like your brand of dangerous."



His hand came up and back down in a loud slap, his eyebrows waggling to kill the sting and the serious nature of the moment. "I'll show you dangerous," he lifted her up to swing her legs around his waist. The pounding of the door forced a growl from his throat. "You're kidding me."



"Open up! You can have sex later and for the next two weeks off!" Kate called out from the other side of the door.



"Dammit," Richie muttered and put her back down. "Her timing sucks."



She started to laugh as he walked towards the door clad only in his washed too many times, worn in all the right places shorts. She shook her head and reached for her skirt, Kate had seen everything she had more than once in their lives. "You might as well let her in."



Kate smiled at Richie. "Hey super stud, how are ya?" She sailed into the room continuing, "hope I didn't interrupt anything." Dropping into the chair on the far side of the bed her gaze moved to Elena. "Cute top," she said ignoring Richie's short shorts. Naked didn't mean much to her, she'd seen just about everything in the ER.



She shook her head at Kate, her eyes rolling as she pulled on the mini skirt. "You didn't interrupt much," She cut a glance Richie's way and laughed, "Well if you had of been two minutes later you might have. Where’s MopTop?"



She see-sawed her small Caduceus along the fine chain at her chin. "Doc snagged him for some stupid interview. Who cares that it's going to take at least a quarter of the show off his voice, but what do I know? I'm just a doctor who gives out arbitrary advice."



Elena continued to fiddle with her clothing, her gaze meeting Kate’s via the mirror. "Jackass only cares about one thing, he pushes him too hard Kate. We've all tried to tell him that, he refuses to see it. Doc's his friend; Doc wouldn't do anything to hurt him." She shook her head; Doc and Alec were mixed into one oily mess that made her stomach twirl. "He doesn’t even hear Richie half the time."



She turned, her hands still smoothing wrinkles and started to grin. "You're gonna make Jon forget the words to his own lyrics tonight honey."



"Like? I found it in that little shop across from the hospital." She smoothed her hand over the half lycra, half dress pant material and eyed Elena's cute skirt. Hmm...maybe she should have gone with legs tonight too. "Yeah, well, the only thing Doc's looking for is dollar signs I'm sorry to say."



Elena nodded as she sat down to slip on her heals. "Yeah he don't get the dollar signs will be there if they are healthy too. Hell Richie's not immune to it either, but HE refuses to even get a physical." She stood up and moved over to Kate. "You tell him how important it is, you tell me often enough."



Kate frowned. "You guys should be getting bi-annuals with the stress level you go through on tour." She eyed Richie's tired face, even with the smiles his eyes were darker than the last time she'd seen him. "The party-scene and the travel is going to wear after awhile, you have to make sure you're working out and drinking fluids--" when his mouth opened she held up a hand. "Vodka, beer and Jack do NOT count, buster."



Richie sighed. "I've got a mother, thanks."



Elena’s slender hands tinkered to adjust her belt as she muttered, "Got a wife too, doesn't listen to either of them."



Richie clenched his teeth. It wasn't worth it to get riled. He grabbed his street clothes and slammed the bathroom door.



"Hell, I keep stepping in it this afternoon," Kate huffed out.



Elena winced at the door slam and knew beyond a doubt that their former conversation had him more riled than Kate's words...maybe. "Don't take it personal Katydid. He just... well... He likes to feel like he’s the one on top of things. He sees the same shit we do. Hell, he has to pick up the slack when Jon's voice goes and Doc never even says thank you. Just pushes harder or adds a new date."



"I'm starting to see that. I'm glad they've got a few weeks off. Jon needs it especially. His vocal chords are just about shredded." Kate dropped her charm back against the other three chains she wore. "I'm worried about Jon; his voice isn't the only thing that's starting to show signs of exhaustion."



Elena's brow arched, "well after two days with you of course something else is exhausted..." She turned to watch the bathroom door, hands never stilling against her clothes. He never took that long in the bathroom, never, well unless she was in there with him. "But you didn't mean that did ya?"



"No. I'm a doctor, Lains. I see all the things you guys are ignoring or too close to pay attention to. All of them are dehydrated and on the edge of exhaustion. The adrenaline of the shows is keeping them going, but the crash is coming. I can see it on Jon especially. Richie's lost at least fifteen pounds from the beginning of the tour. Jon probably a good ten pounds that he couldn't afford to lose." Kate sighed. "The drug use is rampant in a few of your roadies and even in the bassist. I can't remember his name, I'm sorry."



Elena's smile was forced as she nodded. "Alec, his name is Alec."



"Oh, man, that's right...that weasely guy, right? Well, he's jonesing at least eighty percent of the time." Kate leaned back in the chair. "I'm worried about Jon. I think I'm going to make up a family emergency and escape with Jon to my gram's place in the Hamptons. She died three years ago, but St. Mary's doesn't know that."



Elena managed a smile and nodded. "It would do him a world of good Katydid. "



"Sweets, you're wound tighter than a spring, what's up?"



Richie opened the door, buttoning his jeans and a faded t-shirt stretched over his wide shoulders. He'd heard most of the conversation through the paper-thin walls. He'd known that they were all on edge, but he wasn't aware that Alec was dipping into the recreation stash that much. He'd need to go to Jon about that. He caught Elena's worried look and smiled easily. Kate was right on the wound tight thing. It was time to get her mind off of the past. "You ladies ready for the evening's festivities?"




Elena's gaze flickered to Richie and watched Mr. Smooth it all over fall into place. He was good at it, always able to pull anyone back from the edge, she just wondered when he was gonna let someone pull him from that same ledge. As she watched him with new eyes she saw what Kate saw and wanted to cringe. It had happened so gradual that she'd never noticed, but Kate was right. Doesn’t help that he has my crap to put up with too.



Putting a smile on her lips she tilted her head, "Are you on the menu?"



"I'm the sweetest part, darlin'. You save me for dessert." He leaned down and caught her lips in a soft kiss. "Now, if I don't get to the venue soon, there will be a shit-ton of girls screaming and not letting me in. Then where would we be? Jon sucks on the solos."



She glanced just once at the mirror, then slipped an arm around Richie, her eyes meeting Kate’s as she stood. "Right, and where would we be then?"



"Short fuckin' shows," Richie said with a grin

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"Unfortunately. Id stay here if i could, but Doc would send the fucking army out." Jon rolled his eyes his face scrunching dramatically. "I can't take a piss without him noticing usually."

Kate turned in his arms, letting her fingers slide into his still damp hair. "I hate to hear you talk like that, Sugar. Seriously, he's gotta cut you guys some slack or one of you will slit his throat when he's sleeping." She waggled her eyebrows. "Oh wait...that's right, I forgot he doesn't sleep."

"Fuckin' robot, I don’t think he takes time to eat, but he's gotta, he ain’t no small man." He leaned in, his lips brushing over hers, gentle as the brush of a butterfly wing. "I'm amazed I managed to get this far today without him showing up."

"It helps that we didn't tell anyone where we were going." She grinned around another kiss. "We'll probably catch hell for being gone so long."

He shook his head and grinned. "Naaaah King would have covered for me babe."

"You say that until Doc has my head. Good thing I know how to sew it back on." She pulled away and found her shirt, flipping it over her head.

Jon's laugh rippled. "Sew mine on too while your at it?" His eyes heated as he watched her dress. Damn if it wasn’t as alluring as watching her undress. "Damn I hate ya having to do that."

"Hey, I got to wear pretty clothes for a few days, I'm good." She pressed a lingering kiss on his lips. "I'm used to looking a-sexual in my scrubs 24/7."

He snorted, "Umm Kate, I've seen the scrubs remember? Nothing a-sexual about you in scrubs. Trust me babe."

She wound her fingers into his and pulled him back to the bike. "Well, that's good to know. Guess I can play doctor every once in awhile, huh?"

"Playing doctor? Only with me Katy only with me." He grinned as he threw one leg over the bike and waited for her to scoot closer to his body. The feel of her pressed into his back promised to make the ride home interesting, he was pretty sure he'd have to fight the urge to pull off somewhere. "Ready baby?"

"I've been ready for two whole days, Sugar." She buried her nose into his shoulder and neck, enjoying the purr of the motor and his unique brand of scent. "But I am ready to see you in action again, I gotta admit."

He grinned as he revved the bike then pulled onto the road. "Ready to see me fly huh?"

"Oh God, not that part. I swear I almost had heart failure, you shit." She slapped his stomach.

His laughter had his body nearly vibrating as he shouted back over his shoulder. "Oh you loved it."

She held on and reserved the wise crack. It wasn't worth it if it was going to be lost on the wind. The ride was far too quick back to the venue. Knowing it was silly to feel cheated when they'd had the majority of the day together she followed him inside the hotel. The hotel was nice enough to let them use the staff and loading entrances so the fans camped out in the lobby could be bypassed.

Trying not to feel annoyed when Doc's barrel-chested self stood in front of Jon's door, she laced her fingers with his. She'd only met Doc a few times, but each of the encounters had left her less than pleased. He seemed to have this look in his eyes when it came to Jon, like cartoonish dollar signs were floating there instead of irises.

Jon opened his hotel room door as he threw a "’lo doc" his managers way. "Come on in Katy. We still have a few minutes."

"Jonny, I need you for an interview," Doc interrupted before Jon could shut the door. "I managed to get a spot for you on the four o'clock ride home slot with a local radio station."

Kate turned to Doc. "He needs to rest his vocal chords. He overdid it last night."

"I think I know what's best for--"

"You do not," Kate shot back, interrupting him. "If you want him to make it through the show tonight then hand the interview over to Richie or David."

A bright blue gaze turned onto Kate and watched the intensity blazing in her eyes. It rankled slightly to hear her try to control something, but in the same instance he felt his heart warm that she cared enough to try. Odd thing that, for a woman who was determined to act like he was just fun and fancy, she kept popping up with the protective mama bear routine. "Yeah Doc, get one of them to do it." He winked at Kate. "I'm sorta occupied here."

"I've already promised that you'd do it. I had to trade quite a few favors here, Jonny. It'll only take half an hour." His hands opened wide at his sides. "C'mon buddy, you never let me down for a chick before."

His head hit the door as he muttered. Inhaling sharply he turned his baby blues on Doc. "She's not some chick, best ya remember that Doc. I said I was busy. Get Richie or Dave to do it, hell get Alec, he loves the attention too."

"They want you, buddy. You're the star." His eyes slid from Jon to the chick then back. "She won't mind, right baby?"

Kate stiffened and took a step toward Doc, shutting her mouth when Jon's arm tightened at her back.

Jon's voice went silky smooth. "I'll mind."

"This is part of the job, man. You know that. I thought you were hungry. Maybe I was wrong," Doc said and took a step back.

He almost growled as the two needs begin to somersault inside of him. He had no choice, none, they had to make it even bigger, had to show they were more than hair and clothes. Turning to Kate, an apology in his gaze, he sighed out, "Do ya mind babe? Only a half hour."

"Jon, you need to rest your chords. Talking non-stop for thirty minutes is going to show more than you know." Dammit, she'd made sure to keep him occupied physically more than yapping at him all day, knowing he needed the downtime. But part of her knew about pushing beyond limits. Her training included that every day. Sighing, she slid the palm of her hand down the leather of his jacket. "Only if you promise to behave the rest of the day."

He pulled her in closer as his lips whispered over her cheek. "Ya sure about wanting me to behave baby?"

She tried to fight it, but the smirk slid free. "Well, as long as it doesn't include talking." She glanced at Doc, frowning at his smug, oily smile. "I'll go bug Elena and Richie for awhile. We'll probably be at the venue by the time you're done."

His lips brushed over hers as he pulled her into the hotel room. "Five minutes man, i need to change."

"But--" The door shut in the man's overly tanned face. "Five minutes, Jonny! Not fifteen!"

Kate made a face at the door. "What is he your keeper?"

Jon shrugged as he walked to the closet and started stripping. "Something like that Katy, something exactly like that."

She sighed. "I'm sorry if I stepped on anyone's toes." She lightly scraped her nails down his back. "Especially yours. I just went into doctor mode."

He closed his eyes and forced himself to not groan. "Baby, I didn't mind one bit. I kinda like when ya try to take care of me."

She slid her hand around his soft skin to the crisp hairs on his chest, until she found the downy textured ones at his unzipped jeans. "I'm beginning to like this whole take care of my man thing we've got going on here." She flicked her tongue over the indent of his spine right between his shoulder blades as her hand slid into the zipper. "I take my oath very seriously."

He leaned back against her, a groan on his lips. "Baby you keep doing that and I wont make the interview."

She cupped him, grinning into his back as he swelled and lengthened into her hand. "Guess you'll be wearing a long shirt today," she said as she let him go, tugging her shirt off for fresh clothes herself.

He muttered as he tugged on a long ripped sweatshirt and a pair of normal, non tight jeans. "You'll be the death of me yet."

She shot a smile over her shoulder and let flicked open the clasp of her bra. "Nah, would I do that?"

He grabbed his wallet and a spare room key before grinning. "Damn sure would baby, its what I love about ya."

"See ya in a bit." She heard the door close behind him deciding a shower was in order. The lake water was relatively okay smelling, but...well, she'd certainly sweated her way through an afternoon on the bike, then the shore, in the water and then on that little boat they'd found. Grinning she grabbed the shampoo.

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The scratchy glove covered her breast as he molded the battered kidd-skin against the high curve then the stiff nipple. The sun beat down on her as he opened her to the sky.

He pulled his gloved hand from her for a bare instant, helping her with the undoing of his pants before slipping back to lift one leg and pull it to the side long enough to pull her own tight denim away from her sinfully gorgeous legs. When the denim came off he quickly moved her back astride, wrapping that leg around his waist as he dipped in, his raging hardness teasing her opening as he stole her breath with a kiss. "You drive me wild did you know?"

She reached for his buckle flapping beside her hip and pushed at his jeans. "Wild is one word for it. God, if you don't get inside me in the next three--" her head tilted back as she felt him slide home. She crossed her ankles at his hips and pulled him in deeper. She felt the handlebars at her feet and used it for leverage as he went balls deep into her. She shouted out his name, rising against the low angle he had to keep so the bike would stay upright.

She sat up straight, letting her legs hang over his thighs as he went even deeper. He still wore his leathers and even his shades. Ripping them away she stared deep into his eyes as she took him again and again.

His eyes nearly crossed as she rose and shifted the angle anymore. "Goddamn baby," He thrust forward, his lips dipping down to again capture her breast, one hand holding her shoulder tight, the other slipping down to press then flash along that tiny piece of ecstasy at the core of her being.

She arched against him, high on him and the freedom of the bike and the sweetness of them all alone in a slice of heaven she wrapped her arms around his neck and rode out the quick flash of orgasm. She held on as his hands slid free to grip her hips dropping her harder onto his stone hard cock.

He shouted her name to the skies as he felt his sac tighten, his cock swell as she viced around him. Heaven, pure and simple, more heaven than a crowds roars, better than getting it right lyrically, this one moment, this one woman equaled heaven. Taking her in a kiss he road through the flash of heat that had him so close to spilling, slowing his moves until she was through her moment, only to plunge a little harder, move a little faster, his thumb working her nub in circles. Goddamn if he didn’t just want more, and he wouldn’t stop until she was past the edge of reason.

Mindless Kate shuddered around him. Just when she thought the storm had passed he took more, demanded more and gave more all in one isolated moment. His name ripped out of her throat as she latched her mouth to his.

And as she clamped down a second time he lost it all, his hips jerking as all rhythm was lost to time and space and the woman joined too him. His tongue dueled hers as sweat slid along his cheek, only to drop and sizzle upon her heated flesh. That one moment unmade him, only to reform him, whole and complete, and as he spilled, his mind shut down to all but the beauty of her touch.

She collapsed against him, her arms shaking a little as she held him close. And in the end, all she could focus on was just how she was going to live the next few months without him, without this. She buried her face into his sweaty neck and held on.

He tightened his hold, not even bothering to pull from her, his head resting on her shoulder as he breathed in her sweet musky after love smell. God damn if anything was true, the fact he'd miss her like hell when she was gone was the one truth he lived with. "So you're sure I can't convince ya to come with me huh?"

She held him closer, not wanting to fight. She didn't answer, just left it as unsaid between them, as always. Two separate lives that didn't have much middle ground.

He chuckled as she left it unsaid, she always did and that’s what he expected. Wouldn't stop him from reinforcing jut how much he needed her and wanted her. Who knows, maybe someday she'd actually give him a reply.

He leaned away, those blue eyes searching hers. She sucked back the morose bits that threatened to ruin their last day together. "I bought you something. Seems like a pretty perfect time to give it to you, actually."

His brow arched as a brilliant smile lit his eyes. She got him something?? SHE got HIM something? Well fuck. "Oh really now? Care to share?" He waggled his brows and grinned. It wasn’t even Christmas or his birthday which made it even better. Just because presents always meant more to him.

She flipped her tank back so she was semi clothed and bent herself back to grab her jacket off the grass. "It's probably stupid, but," she shrugged and dug into the small inside pocket. "I mean what do you get the guy that can have everything right?" she said shyly.

His brow arched as his gaze settled on her. If ya only knew Katy if ya only knew. He had a wealth of answers, all of them seated around her being with him like Elena was with Rich, but Kate wasn't ready and he respected that. "If you bought it that makes it more special than anything I could get for me. It means you were thinking of me when ya didn't have to, so I'll treasure it, whatever it is, forever."

She wound the ball chain around her fingers, letting her thumb trace the names there. Feeling silly she pulled it out and let it dangle between them. "Well, I don't know about forever, but you'll think of me when you wear it maybe."

He tilted his head and smiled as she slipped it over his hair, then shivered as her fingers slipped under to pull his hair over the chain. Reaching up he lifted the tags, his smile growing wider at the Sugar and Katy engraved on each side of the tag. "Fuck sure I'll treasure this always. Now you'll be next to my heart double time babe."

Kate rolled her eyes. "You're so hokey sometimes," she grinned into his kiss, but couldn't stop the pleasure that warmed her from the inside out.

He returned the kiss gently, loving the simple taste of her, feel of her against his lips. "well hell hon, I been called a lot of things, but hokey?"

"Definitely hokey," she wrapped her arms around him. "I love it though. Who'd have known the big bad Jon Bon Jovi was a romantic."

He brushed his lips over her ear, buzzing her with a gentle raspberry "Lots about me most don’t know, only let special people see the real."

"Well I guess I count myself among the fortunate," she laughed. "Let's go take a dip, Sugar. I need to cool down from the ride and your um..." she sighed. "Well your rather ingenious use of the bike."

He dismounted the bike, slowly pulling from her and grinned as he half zipped his jeans. "I hope you mean skinny dipping babe, the thought of you and water and slick skin has me all excited."

She looked at her jeans on the grass then back up at him. "Looks like I'm already half naked," she said and buzzed past him heading for the water.

Kate shimmied into her jeans, though wet thighs and her new jeans weren't exactly the ideal for a quick change. "Christ, I don't know how you wear these tight friggin' pants, Jon." Finally she managed to get her zipper back up.

The little dip in the lake had cooled them off, well...after a little more clean up from the bike of course. Amazing, the healing power of water, she thought with a sly smile. She stretched her hands over her head. She felt lose and free for the first time in months.

She laughed when his hands slid around her waist from the back. "Hiya."

He nuzzled into her hair, amazed that even after a dip in a lake her hair could smell so sweet. "Hiya yourself."

"I suppose we have to go back so you can do your soundcheck, huh?" She said and smoothed her fingers over his forearms. His chest was still bare, the fur soft against her still half naked back.

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Kate let herself in with her key, the sound of the shower giving her a few minutes to buzz through her bags. She'd found a pair of tight designer jeans, blowing her budget of course, but hell, she couldn't take her meager salary with her, so what the hell.



She kicked out of her safe, boring khakis and shimmied into the second skin denim. The waist on them was a bit lower than she was used to leaving a bit of her mid-drift bare. She lifted her shirt over her head, tossing a grin over her shoulder as Jon and a bathroom full of steam filled the doorway. "I went shopping."



Blue eyes raked over her slim but fully curvaceous form as a wicked smile began to play on his lips. Moving closer he swept a moist finger along her neck and down her arm as he leaned in for a quick sniff. "Hmmmm, I see." God she’s so fucking hot, and she’s still fully clothed. Maybe I could talk her outta those skin tight jeans before the ride. "You in a hurry for the bike babe? I mean.. you look too yummy to continue getting dressed."



She turned around his arms, the lace of her bra brushing against his still damp chest. When his hands settled on her ass, she let the front of her jeans butt up against the knot in his towel. "Well I bought these great jeans for the bike. I thought maybe we could find a little secluded spot to have an extra ride," she grinned into his lips, letting her mouth open to nibble across his before tangling her tongue with his.



He lost himself in the small nibbles for a moment, his hands kneading her ass as he rubbed against her. "God I love your brand of wicked woman." His lips slid from hers down along her neck and into the vee of her shirt. "I'll give ya a ride baby, Might even let you drive."



Her head fell back as he traced the line of her neck. "I'll leave the driving to you, then my hands will be free."



His brows waggled slightly as he pulled back. "You got a deal babe." He moved over to his suitcase and pulled out the jeans that always revved her up along with a well worn and slightly torn tee shirt. Dressing quickly he fluffed his hair slightly before sitting to slide his boots on. "I know this perfect spot.. wanna take a picnic along?”



"Just some fruit in your saddle bags will do me, Sugar." She swapped her regular t-shirt for a form fitting tank top and her Bon Jovi denim jacket. Stuffing the dogtags into her inner zipper pocket she turned to him. Her insides clenched tight as something rolled low and sweet in her belly. He dragged on worn gloves, tying a bandana around his hair before handing her a pair of goggles. "Are we doing an experiment?" she teased.



He pitched his voice a bit high and laughed rather maniacally as he turned and began to stalk her. "Yes I am my pretty," His brows wagged as he grinned, "Wanna know which one?"



Her nipples hardened instantly at the thought of those gloves on her. Oh man, Kate, get a grip. "Is there chemistry involved? I'm good at that. I went to school and everything," she teased as she backed up.



He swooped in and nibbled her lower lip. "Physical chemistry, the best kind baby." Damn when she does that I can barely control myself, shit what is it about that lil hitch in her voice when her body starts to respond? "It’s all about how my skin can make your skin feel, how the throb of my bike can rev your motor until my shifter revs you higher."



Her eyes widened. "You are such a tease," she said against his mouth and bit his lower lip. She wasn't sure what a shifter on a bike was, but damn if she wasn't excited to find out.



He pulled away and tugged on his leather bomber then held his hand out to her. "Well come on, we have a Harley waiting on us."



"You have a Harley?" She linked her fingers with his. She figured it would be a crotch rocket, but an honest to god, Hog? Her toes curled in her boots. "Oh man, you didn't tell me that."



His grin went wide as she spoke his language. "Fuck if I didn’t love ya by now those words woulda nailed the lid shut. God damn right I have a honest to god Hog. You're gonna love it." His excitement grew as he pulled her from the room and started down the hall, unable to resist the urge of pounding on the Sambora's door as he went past, the muffled “FUCK OFF!” urging his grin on. "You ready to ride hot mama?"



"Hell yeah, now that I know it's not one of those wimpy crotch rockets I'm pretty much halfway to an orgasm, Sugar." When his head whipped around she roared with laughter. They made their way to the back of the hotel where the busses were housed and there sat the most beautiful chrome beast. The signature Indian red and white framed the wheels and the gas tank.



She smoothed her hand down the lines to the cushy seat. "Okay, that's it...you are so getting laid later," she said reverently.



His glanced moved over her body as she worshipped his bike, a wicked grin beginning to sparkle as the white of his teeth shined. "Sure fucking hope you're talking bout me and not my bike."



She swung her leg over the bike and settled herself on the bike. "Hell, I might leave your ass here and take her for a ride."



He crawled on quickly and settled himself, grinning as she slid into him, her hands settling on his belly. "Maybe later baby, maybe later." His foot kicked down as he revved the throttle, and quickly spun out of the parking area. This was going to be fun, just him, his girl and a bike. Oh hell yeah big fun.



As the engine purred between her legs, she curled in close against his back. The sun was high and the unseasonable warmth tempted her to shed her jacket, but as they came to the winding back roads that led out of Philly the jacket cut the wind. She pulled her goggles down on her face, thankful for them as gravel spit off the road and it kept her vision free to enjoy the scenery. Bending with him into each turn, she felt the cut of his thick, worn belt and hung on. Here in this moment she felt closer to him than ever before. He was relaxed and free, letting her inside the man, not the cocky rock star that he felt he needed to be.



Here, this was Jon in his truest form. His hair blew back around her, the sun and the fresh from the shower scent surrounded her. She pulled his hair to the side and pressed her lips to his neck. "Thank you," she said into his hair.



He pulled off onto a barely there road and avoided pot holes as he aimed for the hidden lake he remembered. She had thanked him, for what? What was he doing that was so different today? As they pulled up close to the lake he braked and slowly pushed the kickstand down.



Sliding from the bike he turned, his hands moving up to cup her chin as he leaned in for a kiss. "Thanks for what babe?"



"This, just you, simple stuff that I forget in my daily grind." She leaned in, giving him a rare bit of herself and for once the words came freely. "I can't remember the last time I just got to enjoy you."



His head dipped to her shoulder as the truth swept over him, even at home he was always so careful, because of photographers or band members, to protect her. She had to be protected from the insanity his life inspired, protected at all costs. His head turned slightly as he again straddled the bike only facing her this time, his lips beginning a slow trek along her chin to her ear. "well I'll have to make sure you get more of just me ok?"



"That's a deal," she murmured and let herself slide into the kiss, into the moment and the secluded little piece of heaven. She could smell the water and the sand, caught the perfect moment lingering in the air and took it for what it was. It was a sweet moment in time that would need to hold her for a few months until she got this man back in her life again.



"Sneaky man," she murmured as his lips tasted her neck. "You've been holding out on me with the hot bike. You so could've taken me anywhere with this bad boy. How could I resist it?"



He continued his nibbles along her neck, his hands flicking at her buttons as his lips roamed lower. "You know how to drive something like this baby?" She probably does, my Kate can do anything. He smiled into the nibbles, enjoying being alone with his girl, able to just be without dozens of people looking over his every action.



"I'm perfectly happy riding...I believe the term is bitch," she laughed when his rumbling laugh buzzed along her jaw. "Fitting, yes?"



"Naaah, just dedicated baby, just dedicated." He nosed along the line of her bra, one calloused finger dragging the lace lower as his lips settled over the suddenly perky nub. He cupped the other breast with his hand and damn near groaned at the feel of her next to him. She hadn’t moved and already she drove him past the brink of sanity.



She shrugged out of her jacket, letting it drop to the grass. He pulled the low cut stretchy material lower, the breeze off the water teased then his mouth tormented. She buried her fingers into his soft, warm hair as he sucked harder. She arched against him as she slipped her legs over his to straddle him. The bike barely shifted beneath them as Jon stabilized it.



He yanked at his gloves, but she stilled his hand. "I like the soft and the hard," she said bringing the battered gloves to her breast.



He kneaded her breasts, his movements altering from gentle tugs to rougher scrapes, his teeth grazing over one pert nipple before moving to the next one. As his lips slowly moved back to capture hers in another searing kiss his hands finishing undoing her blouse, before moving along her belly slowly only to unsnap and unzip her jeans, his hand dipping in to slowly caress the heat that he felt building. "Something to be said about the soft and the hot too sweet Kate."



She yanked at his gloved hand, leaving one on and the one digging into her jeans off. "God, yes," she muttered as two fingers plunged inside of her. Still sore from their make-up-for-lost-time fuck-a-thon she pushed against his hand. She wrestled with his buckle, when he dipped her back against the bike. His thumb brushed along her clit as he slowly fucked her with his fingers, and each pass included a long slow swirl of thumb.