Chapter 132

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.