Chapter 23

Sorry this has taken a while, RL is a PITA at times!

‘Little bit, she just called me that!’ Jon glared at a laughing Richie, who laughed even harder at Jon’s affronted look.

‘Well Jon you are vertically challenged where Rich and I are concerned.’ Gail laughed as she turned towards them after paying for her purchases, both men stepping in and grabbing most of the bags from her, and at their glares didn’t say one thing.

So they did finally make it out of the door, with Jon muttering about giants taking over the country, and not before getting Megan’s phone number, which he might just use later and see if she was up to going out to Gail’s leaving party.

‘So where now darlin?’ Richie loved how she seemed to treat them normally, not many women, or men for that fact would have called Jon a lil bit!

‘You really want to know?’ She thought by now they’d be bored and wanting to be cut loose. Didn’t look like it, well damn! They both just gave her a look, and shrugging her shoulders, ‘Well I’ve got the stuff for under clothes, now I just need the outer gear.’

They made the ‘lead the way’ motion, so she took them at their word and headed for her favourite little boutique as stones throw from the lingerie shop.

Her friend Fiona owned the store, well she’d become a friend years ago after Gail frequented it every chance she got, they’d talked and become firm friends, going out and about together. She was also the woman Gail went to Jovi concerts with, and she couldn’t wait to see her girlfriends face when she walked in with these two.

As she walked up to the door the men behind her took in the name of the shop, ‘Sweet fuck, Jon I don’t think I can take any more.’

‘I don’t know the last place was great, but the name of this place conjures up things that make me walk with a limp!’ Shaking their heads they headed into Fiona’s shop, named ‘Sex on Legs’, wondering if she really was trying to kill them off?

Fiona was busy setting up some new jeans she’d just got in and when she heard the bell ring she was on her hands and knees, ass in the air trying to move a full rack of gear, she was stubborn and wouldn’t take everything off to move it, and was cursing a blue streak that it wouldn’t budge! ‘Be a min.’ she panted.

‘S’okay Fee it’s just me! Damn woman I’ve told you, you’ll put your damn back out again!’

‘Nah.’ Fee panted, ‘Told ya…. I’m…damnit….letting…..crap, move you stubborn heap of…..the back putting out……..frak…..honour go to JBJ…..if you don’t move your……shit……going in the skip you hulkin piece of….’

'FEE! I’ve brought guest with me!’ Gail, yelled at her watching Jon and Richie’s grins and Jon’s eyes focused on the rounded, swaying butt in front of him.

‘Well hell woman you could a said before…’ Fee backed up from under the stand, smacking her head and cursing as she saw stars, ‘Shit!’ she came out and sat back on her butt rubbing her smarting head, and when she looked at her friend and visitors, she thought she’d finally done some serious damage, cause sure as shit was shit, she swore blind Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora were grinning down at her; she closed her eyes and rubbed the bump, but when she opened them again, they were still there!

Fee looked at Gail, then at the men, then at Gail again, ‘Okay, call an ambulance, I’ve done some serious damage honey, I’m seeing thing, damn hot, gorgeous looking things, but….’ She squinted at the Jon mirage, and he hunkered down in front of her and stuck four fingers in front of her.

‘Aw darlin you’re hot and gorgeous yourself, but honey how many am I holdin up darlin?’ Laughter filled baby blues twinkled into confused dove grey ones.

Fee’s eyes grew wide and she pushed back a little, silently asking her friend, ‘Yup we’re real darlin.’ Jon said instead, running his fingers gently over the red spot on her forehead.

‘Gee what the fuck’s going on? And why the hell didn’t I know it was going on?’ She scrambled to her feet, knocking Jon on his ass as he tried to get out of the human bullets way. ‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean t….’ Gail slapped a hand over her friend’s mouth.

‘Breath honey, just breath and calm the hell down would you before I have to slap you!’ Gail chuckled, hugging her best friend to her, towering over Fee’s five foot five frame.

Richie just stood and laughed at the face Fee was pulling behind Gail’s hand, it was priceless, her eyes kept zinging back and forth between Jon and himself, and even Gail’s soothing words weren’t really having much effect.

Fiona wasn’t sure if any of it was real but she’d had enough of Gail’s hand over her mouth, and stood stock still, eyes downcast and waited. ‘Gaz darlin, I think she wants let go.’ Richie walked over and gently prised her hand from her friend, Fiona let out a long shuddering breath, then calmly looked at the two men gathered next to her, noticing Richie still had hold of Gail’s hand.

Taking a deep breath, and Jon’s appreciative eyes shot to her chest, she opened her mouth.

Chapter 22

Gail was mortified! She’d never done something that risqué before, her breathing was ragged and she just wanted to haul his ass back into her arms and carry on, shit!

‘Darlin, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Crap that’s a lie, I’m not sorry at all, only for your embarrassment, not for kissing you. Damnit Gail, I want you and I can’t seem to keep my fuckin hands to myself, Christ I feel like a randy teenager, not an old man!’ His fingers raked his hair mussing it up, Gail just wanted him even more because he was upset for her.

Her hand went to his cheek, holding him till he looked her in the eye. ‘I’m not embarrassed, and Richie, you must know I want you too, or was nearly fucking in the changing room no clue? But I think its best, when you can, you go back out there, and sweetie, you’re not an old man, you’re just maturing nicely.’ She unconsciously licked her lips and Richie had to stop himself from pulling her back into his arms and saying, fuck it! Dropping her hand, they stood a little apart, and waited for him to regain his control.

Meanwhile on the shop floor Jon had stooped down to look at something, when he heard the conversation between the shop girls. He nearly fell over that Rich would do something like that, then again ……. He grinned, and carried on listening.

‘You know it’s no wonder they make you sign a confidentiality agreement when you start here. We could sure give the newspaper stories to curl their hair.’ Laughter and agreement followed.

Another voice piped up, ‘Do you think its just Richie in there? I mean I can’t see either man. Lord, what I wouldn’t give to be in the middle of and Jovi sandwich.’ The woman sighed.

Jon’s jaw hit the floor, they thought both of them were with Gail! He needed to nip this in the bud. He stood nearly scaring the four women stood there. ‘Ladies I hate to tell ya, the only one she’s interested in is Richie, even though the sound of a Jovi sandwich sounds good, she’d turn me down flat!’ He watched to see which one blushed and showed herself to be the Jovi fan.

It was the tall redhead he’d checked out when he’d walked in, nice!

She stuttered and blushed more, ‘Mr Bon Jovi I’m terribly sorry, and we shouldn’t have been talking like that.’ She ground to a halt as Jon unleashed his killer smile, the women all turned to mush, even the nineteen-year-old who thought when they walked in, they were too old. Now being on the receiving end of that smile, she got what Megan had been saying about this man for the last year she’d worked here. Damn he was just gorgeous!

Jon checked out the name tag, ‘Aw Megan darlin we all get caught talkin about someone or something once in a life time. I’ll take it as a complement that you think she’d want me too. But she’s a Darksider, I never stood a chance. So, don’t worry I know you’ll keep their secret.’ He winked at her and she melted even more than when he’d called her by name.

Just then Richie walked out, cursing himself for what he’d done, and for getting caught! He froze as five sets of eyes swung to him, he realised they’d been talked about and fuck it Jon was in the middle of it all, aw fuck it again!

‘So, I take it she looks okay in your choices man?’ Jon could see red tinge Richie’s ears, damn this would be brought up for years to come!

‘Yeah, erm, she’ll be out in a minute…….’ Richie looked like he wanted to bolt, but he’d made this situation, now he needed to protect Gail from any back lash, or just plain shit from Jon! ‘Kidd, you say one wrong word to her and I swear…’

‘Calm down bro, she won’t get any crap from me, or these lovely ladies.’ He eyed the red head again and smiled at her, ‘Isn’t that right Megan?’ Megan all about wet her panties, and said it was right, but she checked out Richie’s mussed hair and his shirt only held together by one lone button and his eyes slightly glazed. This Gail was one lucky bitch, but the way Jon kept looking at her……no she was reading into him being nice, cute, hot…… she stopped thinking and headed to see if Richie’s lady friend needed any help, and away from Jon’s gaze!

‘Christ Jon I’ve never done anything like that, and that’s saying something after all the years and shit we’ve done!’ He grinned, his breathing slowly returning to normal, or what he thought was normal around that woman, the grin grew. ‘Shit Jon she’s something else.’

‘Yeah, she has you so hard and horny she can crook her little finger and you’d do anything for her.’ Jon laughed, ‘Nice to see her makin the old man work for a relationship.’

Richie flicked him the bird, and Gail cuffed the back of Jon’s head making him yelp with surprise, ‘Less of the ‘old man’ crack honey or you can look for another masseuse to right your back when you fuck it up again!’ She, with Megan’s help put her purchases on the counter and Megan started to ring them up.

‘You wouldn’t, I’ve just found you, you can’t say no now!’ Jon laughed at her, damn she was protecting his brother, he wished she’d got a sister stashed somewhere, he needed to find out!

‘Listen here, lil bit, keep on calling your brother and I’m outta here! And Sambora, if you don’t put your wallet back in your pants I’m walking away. I want the things I’ll buy them! Any arguments from either of you will stop me working for you. Do we understand each other??’

Richie sighed, hell he wanted to pay, but couldn’t risk her doing what she said. With a great show, he closed his wallet and stuck it back in his pants. Jon just held his hands up in surrender.

Gail turned to pay and had to hold her self in from laughing her ass off! She looked at Megan who smiled, she grinned even more.

Chapter 21

An hour and a half later she finally walked out with the guys carrying several bags. She couldn’t believe these men, rock gods, had regressed to snickering teenagers in the store.

She’d threatened to leave if they didn’t quit being assholes, they’d stopped, but then they’d started to suggest things for her to try on, she’d nearly run screaming from the shop.

One thing though, walking in with two well known, handsome men was a plus, the girls nearly fell over themselves trying to help her.

She’d got hold of the Love cream collection, before the guys could see! She’d got the strapless and demi bras, the full brief, she laughed these were no Bridget Jones big knickers! Then the briefs and the suspender belt! She loved girly things under clothes and lingerie was her weakness, she’d spent thousands over the years on things like these. Her dresser drawer was like a rainbow of froth! She’d got on a set that matched her emerald eyes under her crimson shirt, hell it sounded naff, but she liked to mix colours!

Richie and Jon were comfortable wandering around, the sales girls were flirting their hearts out, and wondering one woman and two men, both men choosing bits and pieces.

Richie found several things he’d like to see on Gail’s floor, and picked them up. He’d chosen the Nikita range, it was black, there was a bra and a demi, brief, suspender belt and an ouvert, man he really liked these, they had an opening in them, he grinned. He’d also seen a beautiful black French lace kimono; she’d look stunning it, for say all of two minutes, with her black hair falling about her, he talked his dick into staying down and wandered over and gave her it.

Gail blushed when she realised he’d been looking for things for her to wear, his eyes were nearly black, his cheeks a little flushed, he’d given her them then headed back into the shop. She tried the demi, briefs and suspender belt, putting the seamed nylons on and a pair of Belle five-inch-high killer court shoes she’d took off the shop floor to see how things looked on her; she already owned many shoes similar to these. On tying the kimono on she saw a totally different woman looking back at her, she swallowed, he’d got a damn good eye!

 She squeaked as from the other side of the curtain his husky velvet voice asked her, ‘Well, do I get to see what they look like?’

‘Nope!’ Her breath hitched, as much as she wanted to haul his ass behind the curtain and rip his clothes off, she just didn’t do that sort of thing, and she certainly wasn’t comfortable enough to show him the lingerie on her!

‘You mean you’re gonna make me suffer? Hell, no woman!’ That was the only warning she had as the curtain was yanked back and there he stood, stunned into silence and not moving.

Gail tried to back away from the heat in his gaze, she wanted to cover herself, or was that tear them off? She was so damn confused!

Richie just couldn’t believe what he saw, she stood taller than him now, her hair lay on her shoulders, the kimono opened so he could see her breasts lovingly cupped, and pushed upwards by the bra, through the gap, his gaze trailed and he swallowed when he took in the tops of the stockings just under the bottom of the wrap, and those damn heels, his dick went into major alert mode, and he groaned, stepped forward and pulled the curtain closed behind him, Gail scooted back as far as she could, till the cold mirror hit her ass, she gasped as the cold seeped through.

She held up her hands trying to ward him off, but he was like a heat seeking missile, he couldn’t be stopped, his hand reached for her hair and fisted into it, anchoring her as his mouth claimed hers, ravaged it.

His other hand wandered from her shoulder, skimmed her breast, and as much as he wanted to push the wrap and bra from her and take that tight nub in his mouth, he didn’t. He forced it to move on, down her waist to her hip. His long fingers slipped around to her ass, and before she knew his intent, he moved and she found her leg raised and wrapped about his waist. He took the opening and ground himself against her satin covered mound, his erection making its self known!

Gail gave in as his weight settled on her, one hand went to that gorgeous long hair, the other on his shoulder, she moved her leg so it pulled him more against her, and the fire shot through her as she felt his need for her nearly spearing her to the mirror.

His fingers still holding her leg in place started to play with the suspender strap and the top of the stocking. His brain had gone into melt down when her hand mirrored his in his hair, he moved to her throat, giving them both much needed air, his tongue tasted her neck and ear lobe, he moved further away so he could move downwards to her beating chest…………….

‘Excuse me……. I’m sorry…. But, sir you need to leave the dressing area…please.’ Came an embarrassed sounding voice.

Richie straightened and lowered Gail’s leg, holding her upright so she could gain her footing again. ‘Darlin, I swear I’ll be out in a minute or two, but right now I think it’s best if I waited. Otherwise we’ll both get a shock. Nothing will happen darlin, you have my word.’

A small voice, with laughter in it said fine, and the girl wandered off to tell her friends what she’d caught happening, again, when a man saw his woman in their skimpy things, they got hot and bothered and just went for it. They’d had many people trying to get it on in their rooms, par of the course working here.

Chapter 20

Richie nearly had a heart attack, and Jon thought he was on candid camera. ‘What the hell do you mean by that lady?’ Jon’s temper was starting to boil.

‘Well you seemed to be throwing Richie at me, and then you’ve kissed me, so I’m just wondering if you need a masseuse or a hooker.’ Damn they were just too damn easy.

 Richie couldn’t believe what she was saying, how the hell had she jumped to this? Yeah sure he’d made it plain he’d wanted her, and Jon had kissed her, but that was a joke and she’d gotten over that.

‘You really think we’d use you like that?’ He was hurt, and he pouted.

‘Nah, but lord you’re easy!’ She started to chuckle, and with their astounded looks she nearly slid under the table laughing.

It took the men a second to realise they’d been had, ‘You bitch! That wasn’t very nice!’ But, after a second or two both men joined her.

‘Sorry it just presented itself and I couldn’t help it, oh lord your faces were a picture. The way you looked about Jon, I’m sure you thought I’d stashed a camera somewhere!’ She giggled again, and then gasped as Richie wound his hand in her hair again and tugged. ‘Hey bub it’s not a damn choke chain!’

His voice deepened to a rich smooth whiskey, ‘Darlin, if it keeps you in check, then I’ll just have to keep tugging on it.’ Gail’s mouth went dry, he then lent in and kissed her. The whole world receded till it was just the two of them.

Jon sighed, it was going to be a long afternoon! He took out his phone and dialled up his PA, telling her to send a contract to Laurel’s fax, he’d got the number from Mon and a confidentiality agreement too. He wanted it all sorted a.s.a.p. then he phones Mon, telling her what would be arriving and could she be an angel and pop it in an envelope till they got back, or if not, could she bring it to the party tonight and make sure Gail got it. She agreed and asked if they were having a good lunch. He made her laugh when he said if they stopped eating each other, probably.

Gail jerked out of Richie’s arms when she heard him say that, blushing furiously.

Richie just put his arm along behind her and buried his hand under her hair, stroking her nape, trying to get his breathing back under control! He’d nearly dragged her under the fuckin table and made love to her there and then, he couldn’t stand, and he’d impale himself if he tried to get up! What a state to be in and Jon just had this shit eating grin on his face because he knew exactly how she’d gotten to him.

‘So, now we’ve got that little matter settled, let’s finish up here and go blow some cash!’ Jon suggested.

‘Hell, Frank let me finish my drink first, jezz man!’ Richie could have decked him, he knew he couldn’t move just yet, the shit!

‘Aw sorry Dean thought you’d finished.’ And he smirked at Richie.

Gail was oblivious to the undercurrents; she was trying to straighten out her Sambora addled brain yet again! If he could turn her to mush with a kiss, what the hell would happen if they ever made love? Or should she say, have sex, she needed to stop thinking with her heart, it’d only be sex, but from the looks of it she wouldn’t walk straight afterwards. She chuckled out loud and both men looked at her, she blushed a bit and shrugged, not enlightening them to what she’d been thinking.

Ten minutes later Richie was presentable enough to stand, so they headed out, a man on either arm, Gail had numerous envious glances cast her way.

She asked them again if they really wanted to clothes shop or do something else, they both assured her they loved to shop, plus Richie couldn’t wait to see her try stuff on!

On their walk Jon told her about the contracts being sent to Laurel’s and that Mon would make sure she got them tonight. She nodded, she could make an appointment to see her lawyer and get them checked out and back to Jon in a day or so.

The first shop she wanted to go to was Agent Provocateur, but for the life of her she couldn’t bring herself to tell the handsome, hot men with her where she wanted to go! In the end, she just carried on walking till they got to the shop and just stopped. Both men giving her a look till she nodded towards the door, and they both started grinning and couldn’t stop, they’d been in this shop before and brought things, they liked going in there and opened the door and ushered her in.

Chapter 19

They walked into a small bistro near Laurels and headed to the back, away from the glass front, just in case. They took a booth; Richie crowding Gail in so Jon had to sit across from them.

‘Jesus Richie, are you that hungry you had to shove?’ Gail groused, then squirmed as his hand slid onto her thigh, she stopped breathing, damn the man, he was going to torture her all damn lunch!

‘Nope, just didn’t want Frank butting in.’ He winked and squeezed her thigh and watched her pupils dilate till there was hardly any green left; he knew exactly what he was doing. Hoping she’d give in and let him love her.

‘Hey I wouldn’t!’ Jon huffed then grinned, he so would but in. ‘Right let’s get down to business. I want you to come on tour with us, the whole tour.’

Before Gail could ask him anything, the waitress sashayed over to take their orders. They all asked for coke and ordered burgers with everything, fries and Gail asked for a side order of onion rings, making the men laugh and told the girl to make it a large basket for them all to share. Blushing the girl quickly hurried to place their orders, bustling back with the drinks not long after.

‘So why the whole thing? I thought you’d only want me while you’re in the UK?’

Richie held back what he wanted to say about wanting her.

‘Well Joe our normal guy does the whole thing, so for consistencies sake, so would you. Joe’s not likely to make any of this tour, so you’d be doing me a favour in helping us out of this.’

‘Okay, makes sense.’ She waited.

‘You’d have to sign a confidentiality agreement, you know, what happens in the band stays in the band! Plus, I can have the contract for the tour in your hands by the end of day.  Also, your room and equipment will be included in the package. You’d be on call nine till five and then at all concerts. But if anyone needed you at night, you’d have to be available, after a call to you first of course.’

‘Seems fine, I don’t mind signing a contract, but only after my lawyers checked it out of course.’

A thrill shot through Richie, she seemed to imply she’d take the job, hot damn!

‘Of course, that’s fine, but we kick off in New Jersey in just over a week, so you’d have to make a fast decision.’ She nodded again, ‘When we break for holidays or just a break in tour, you can fly back home or stay in the country we’ve finished in, it’s up to you, you can bum about with us or do whatever you want. Also, when we leave here we’re going straight home, so if you do come, you’d fly with us in the jet.’ At that statement Richie looked at him in shock, Jon just smirked. ‘Or it could come back and pick you up when you’re ready.’ Richie’s eyes grew even wider. Jon had never sent the jet to pick anyone up who worked for him.

Then they got onto the serious matter of money. Lucky’s jaw hit the table when he told her how much they were willing to pay for her to up and leave her home. She told them that it was way too much, but Jon shrugged it off, saying it was a little bit more than Joe, but she’d never been on tour and didn’t want her to think she wouldn’t have enough cash to keep her going. With that statement, she laughed herself silly.

‘Jon, I may not be in your league for money but I’m not in the poor house either! I’m the one retiring and enjoying my business, it’ll still be making me money, probably more than I’ll ever need. I’ve made my money honey, this is going to be like going back to my roots and travelling all over, but instead of learning my trade, I’ll be applying it. It’s going to be a working holiday for me.’

Richie got up and went to the bathroom while Jon and Gail hashed it out, Jon’s face was set in his ‘I’m not moving, so like it or don’t it’s still happening’ look. And Gail’s face nearly mirrored his, Richie chuckled to himself she was one stubborn woman, but it really was nice to meet a woman who didn’t want money from them.

He finished in the bathroom and headed out, expecting to see bodies lying on the floor after the bomb went off from Jon or Gail’s temper. He was very surprised that they were laughing and talking when he got back. ‘What no blood, damn Frank you’re slipping.’

‘Fuck off Dean; we came to a mutual understanding.’

‘Yeah he doesn’t cross me and I’ll not hurt him.’ Gail threw in before Jon could say anything, she’d actually caved in quite gracefully, but only after telling him he’d better not try to lord it over her any more, and that she would make a sizeable donation to the Soul charitable foundation, and he better not try to put her off. He’d laughed, held his hands up and swore he wouldn’t; she’d checked to see if he’d crossed his fingers.

Richie’s deep bark of laughter turned several heads. Their food arrived and they tucked in, conversation sparse till they finished.

‘So, does this mean you’re going to travel the world with us and keep our spines and things straight?’ His hand fell to her thigh again, rubbing it.

Gail nearly choked on a sip of coke at his emphasis on straight, lord the man was going to kill her, one way or another, and she wiggled in her seat at that thought! Then his fingers started to rub and she bit back the urge to tell Jon bye, and drag him back home and fuck his brains out! ‘After I’ve checked the contract, but I think I’d like to give it a go. But if I do something wrong someone’s going to have to tell me, first time on tour and all that.’

Jon and Richie high fived over the table and Richie turned and kissed her soundly on the lips, his hand on her thigh slipping between her legs and brushing over her zipper, pulling back he grinned at her, ‘Welcome to the Jovi bus darlin.’

She swallowed, ‘If you welcome all people to the tour like that, I’d get a little worried about you.’ Her tongue finally peeling from the roof of her mouth.

‘Nah, only the good-looking ones, and female at that before I get any smartass remarks.’

Jon just laughed, he could see the lust floating between them, he’d give them a few more hours, then he could see them ripping each others clothes off.

Gail looked at them both, ‘One question, if I work for you, will I be expected to sleep with all of you?’

Both men coughed, choked and spluttered. As one they both choked out ‘What?’

Gail snickered mentally.

Chapter 18

As the door opened she headed towards the front to find out what they were up to, she could hear the laughter and chatter of many women and sighed, this could get nasty!

Mon jumped out of the way and Gail took in the scene before her, it looked like all their clients had suddenly descended en mass from their homes and by the look of one woman they called the black widow, from her treatment room with just a towel about her. And damnit she was plastered all over Richie, Gail had to tamp down the need to walk over, rip her off him and throw her out of the place!

She caught Richie’s eye and her breath left her as the smile lit up his face, he gently pushed the black widow off him and got up, and not taking his eyes off her walked towards her. Gail swallowed he moved like a panther on the prowl, his long legs eating up the space between them till they were toe to toe.

‘Finished hiding out love? Now I’ve bet Jon that David wasn’t, and isn’t the man you’ve sighed over all these years. Am I right?’ His fingers caressed her cheek then moved a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear, caressing the shell he found there, Gail couldn’t resist the shudder that ran through her.

‘Yeah smartass you’re right, I’ve always liked the dark side.’ Richie’s smug grin grew deeper, till Mon stepped into the conversation.

‘Yeah, Tico sends her every time.’ And she held back a laugh at his look of total amazement; she’d not leave her boss hanging like that.

‘Tico?’ He yelped out, his hand falling away from her leaving her feeling lonely.

Jon cracked up as he walked over and heard what Mon had said, what Richie didn’t see but Jon did was Mon trying not to laugh her ass off. He liked her, she was smart and had a killer verbal sparring repartee, and Dave would love her! But she was a little bit too young for their tastes now, but she seemed fun to have about.

‘Tell me you’re kidding baby or I’m going to wonder about your boss’s taste in men!’ His pleading look at Mon hit her square between her eyes, and she started to melt like a chocolate fire guard.

By this time the desk was covered by women throwing themselves at the men again, and others listening to the conversation.

Gail realised she needed to take charge and disperse people, ‘Ladies, if you have an appointment or should be in with your therapist now, I suggest you go. If you stand here you will be charge for your session even if you don’t get it. It’s up to you, and as I’m taking the gentlemen with me your eye candy will be gone.’ With that she turned and walked through the door not even looking if Richie and Jon were following. But she did hear lots of movement as women rushed to their appointments.

She walked back into her office and picked up her purse, turning she found Richie right behind her crowding her, ‘Haven’t you heard of personal space?’ She shoved his solid chest, and he stepped back a little and she moved around him only to find Jon in front of her!

‘So where are we going now?’ Jon asked crowding her too, talk about a J ‘n’ R sandwich, as Richie turned to follow her, he put his hands on her shoulders.

‘Well I’m heading out for lunch and to shop, I’ve no idea what you two are doing.’ She tried to move but Richie’s fingers wouldn’t let her move.

‘After you tell us who, we’ll all go to lunch, our treat, and then I can pitch the job offer to you, okay?’ Jon’s killer megawatt smile took her breath, and the smell of Richie was slowly driving her round the bend, or further around it if you’re being picky!

She rolled her eyes, they were like a dog with a bone, and she heaved a sigh, looked Jon in the eye and caved. ‘Richie.’ That was all she said, and Jon smirked, he’d been right all along.

‘Told ya bro.’ He crowed at Richie.

‘Told him what?’ Gail was confused, as she’d said his name Richie had pulled her back against his chest and hugged her.

‘I told him when we met you were a Darksider! He didn’t really believe me, see I can spot one a mile away.’

‘Only because she didn’t respond to your smile and begging.’ Richie retorted, burrowing his nose into her hair, then kissing her head after sniffing her scent.

Jon just laughed and Gail didn’t really care who’d won especially if Richie kept doing what he was doing, his arms about her were heavenly.

Her stomach growled loudly and she blushed, not again!

‘Christ, you’d never have to ask you if you’re hungry, it tells you when it wants feeding.’ Both Jon and Richie laughed at her mortified expression, again.

‘Come on baby, time to feed you, get you liquored up, then we can get you to sign a contract while you’re not in the right mind.’ Jon laughed.

‘With you two around I’m never in the right mind!’

Both men offered her an arm, she took them, and they walked out the door heading for food and god knew what else.

Mon watched them walk out arm in arm and shouted after them ‘Gee, don’t forget your party tonight at Mr Chows, and bring your friends!’  She winked at Jon, who blew a kiss back to her, she nearly swooned!

‘We’ll be there darlin; we’re not letting her out of our sight just yet.’ Jon informed her, winking then waving as he ushered Gail out the door and into the sunlight.

‘Jon, I don’t expect you to go to the party, it’s mainly people I work with. Nothing fancy.’

‘Hell, you’re going back to that restaurant, I’m definitely there.’ He patted his none existent stomach. ‘What about you Rich?’

‘Wherever you go, we’ll follow.’ The look he gave her just about burnt her up.

‘Okay.’ Was the only rejoinder she could think of. 

Chapter 17

Gail just looked at Jon and shook her head and grinned, she was still on the floor between Richie’s legs, his fingers were playing with her hair, but she’d a feeling he didn’t know he was doing it.

‘You’re serious, aren’t you? I thought you were jerking my chain last night, but from the death looks Richie’s giving you, I’ve come to the conclusion you mean it?’ Her head tilted to one side looking at Jon. Richie notice the involuntary move and wanted to reach over and lick it, his dick started to rise again and his head fell back onto the couch and he closed his eyes, trying to reign himself back in, he was doing no end of this since he’d met her!

‘Darlin I wouldn’t have made the offer if I wasn’t, we’ve always had a masseur on tours with us, we’ve been known to suffer cramps and back trouble, and we’re short of one this tour and you look like you’ll fit in, we really need one specially the way Sambora here bends backwards while grinding his axe.’ Jon laughed.

Gail snickered, ‘Yeah I’ve always wondered how a man his age can bend like that without locking up.’ She yelped as the man they were slandering had gently wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled.

‘Gail darlin, how about I show you just how good I am at bending.’

‘Shit Rich I do not need that picture stuck in my head!’ Jon groused.

She’d gone a little red and a lot hotter than she had been at the thought, but he wasn’t going to get one over her, or him over her, just yet. She turned and her hand rested on his knee and then it moved higher as she turned to look at him fully, she saw him swallow, ‘How about you show me that later, I could probably help you to bend much further than you normally can.’ Her fingers were making circles on his rocked hard thigh and she lowered her lids and coquettishly looked at him licking her lips.

‘Bro I swear you act on your thoughts now and I’m gonna have to go into therapy.’ The looks they were giving each other made him mentally rub his hands together, he’d been right about her liking Rich and vice versa.

‘From what I’ve garnered over the years, it wouldn’t be the first time he or you have taken a woman in the others presence.’ She laughed as they both looked at her jaws swinging.

‘Damn, you’re a fan, aren’t you?’ Jon could normally spot one a mile away, and except for knowing their names she’d given nothing away, till now.

‘Yup, sorry to disappoint you, been a fan since you sang, ‘Shot through the heart and you’re to blame’, as you belted that out I pushed my boyfriend off me and sat watching you on MTV, the boyfriend left but you guys stayed for the long haul. So yeah, bit of a fan.’ She laughed again at their faces.

‘So.’ Jon started in, ‘Who is your favourite, Dean or me? Aw come on darlin don’t blush, it’s a fair question, you have after all laid your hands on me.’

 Both Richie and Gail groaned at the pun and shook their heads at him, tutting.

‘Hey now don’t moan, she has! And you’re not getting away from that question, him or me?’ Jon sat back smugly and waited.

Richie was trying to listen to the answer, but her nails were scoring circles on his thigh driving him off the deep end, if she didn’t stop he’d make a fool of himself. His hand finally covered hers, stilling it, her eyes flew to his and he squeezed it and she smiled and blushed realising she’d kept going, and her eyes quickly flicked downwards and that was all she needed to tell her why he’d stopped her, her blush deepened.

Jon coughed, he’d seen the interplay between them, he’d also bet himself how long Richie would go before stopping her wandering hands, he’d lost to himself damnit. ‘So, put me out of my misery.’

Gail tried to clear her addled brain a little by turning away from Richie and letting her hand slide from under his, her hand felt like it had been branded. ‘Well a lady never discusses her crushes.’

‘Oh, hell no lady, you don’t get out of it that way.’ Richie hauled her off the floor and onto his lap, making her yelp again, damn the man! ‘We really need to know now.’ One hand lay behind her back and cupped her hip and the other lay over her thighs, Gail’s brain functions turned to mush, he’d got to be kidding! Did he expect her to form a coherent thought sat like this and damn it she could feel his dick twitch!

‘Dean, unfair move bro, unfair move.’ He’d seen her eyes cloud over and her brow furrow, the woman was having trouble thinking straight.

Gears were clashing and cogs juddering about in her brain, his long fingers were now making circles on her thigh, and if she didn’t get off his knee soon, sod Jon being there, she’d rip his clothes off and jump him! She had to move, now! Taking a deep breath, Richie’s eyes went to her breast and she managed to surprise him as he looked at them and all but drooled, and get off his lap before he could drag her back, on wobbly legs she hauled her ass around her desk and collapsed into her chair. Looking at Richie she chuckled, he was pouting.

‘I thought you wanted to talk about me going on tour with you Jon.’

‘I do, but we need to get passed this bit first, then we’ll talk. Spill it woman!’

She heaved a big sigh. ‘Oh, for god’s sake!’ She rolled her eyes and played with a strand of hair, they weren’t going to give in, but she could have some fun with it. ‘Okay, you want to know who floats my boat.’ Both men nodded nearly leaning off the couch in anticipation. ‘David.’

She howled with laughter as both men sat back in total shock. ‘Now, while you digest that I need to talk to my manager, I’ll be back in a jiff.’ With that she got up and walked out, heading straight for the staff toilets to hide for a minute. She didn’t think they’d believe her for long and when their brains caught up she didn’t want to be anywhere near them!

From day one of seeing Jovi her heart had solely belonged to one man, Richie. She was in over her head and sinking fast. Did she want to go on tour with Bon Jovi, her head shouted no, but her damn heart was screaming HELL YES! at the top of it’s lungs.

She used the loo, and bathed her face trying to cool it down but every time she thought of her and Richie getting hot and heavy in her office, she went all hot and bothered again. She’d been making out with the man she’d fantasied for many decades, and damn it was better than any pornographic dream she’d ever had, she smiled into the mirror damn he was a wonderful kisser, his lips soft and gentle, his scent was none she’d ever smelt before, or did he give of pheromones?  Whatever it was it was like a drug, she just wanted to rip his shirt off and sniff and lick her way around his neck, chest and beyond.

‘Fuck it!’ She was like a horny teenager! Even as a teenager she’d never got this hot or wet over a man.

The door opened many minutes later and there stood Mon, she gave her boss a quick once over, smirked and told her, ‘Your visitors are being a pain! They’re disrupting everything and everyone because you’ve done a bunk! Reception is like a whore pit! Every woman who walks in is going gaga and throwing themselves at them! You need to remove them now before someone gets hurt, and I don’t mean the guys! Now stop hiding out here, and get them the hell out of my reception! Please.’ She grinned and wandered back out, she wondered if they’d got a whip anywhere to go with the chair she needed to control the lust in those women out there. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door behind reception and headed back into the fray.

Jon and Richie were now firmly cornered, but laughing and flirting with women young and old and loving it.

But Richie kept looking for Gail, hoping she’d come back out soon. 

Chapter 16

Richie rested his forehead on hers as they continued to snicker, ‘Damn the man! Always there when you don’t want him!’ They both smiled, silently thanking Jon for that reality check, otherwise they’d be going at it like rabbits in her damn office!

‘I think I need to buy Jon a drink.’ Gail laughed, righting herself and running her hands through her hair to un-muss it.

‘Why? I just want to rip him limb from limb at the minute!’ He flexed his hips and rubbed his denim covered dick against her mound. Gail gasped and her eyes dilated, Christ she was on a thin line here.

‘Because he stopped us! Hell, I don’t think I’d be able to look anyone in the eye if we’d done it here.’ She blushed at that, hell if Jon hadn’t stopped them she’d be riding Richie and not caring one jot if anyone heard them.

Richie agreed with her, damn, talk about forgetting where they were!  Shit they’d not even locked the door, that’s if it had one, Christ talk about loosing it!

She tried to move off him and get herself under control, but Richie’s grip tightened on her, pulling her till she was sprawled over his chest, her mouth inches from his. ‘Richie, I think we need to slow down a bit.’

‘So, do I darlin, but the need to kiss you is just overwhelming.’ He closed the gap and she moaned as the fire that had banked a minute ago, flared up again. His hands wound into her long hair, and he filtered the stands through his fingers, loving the texture of them. He thought about it running over his body and his hand tightened painfully on it.

‘Hey! No rippy the hair out mush!’

‘Aw sweetheart I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you!’ He was appalled that his lust had caused pain.

‘Hey I just need a little warning when you’re going to play caveman with me.’ She winked at him and while he was distracted, disentangled herself from him.  She got up slowly and pulled her shirt down, funny it had a seemed to have a life of it’s own, she pulled her hair over her shoulder and attempted to detangle it with her fingers again. Sighing she walked behind her desk and bent over to retrieve her comb, and heard a groan from Richie. She looked over her shoulder and smirked at his hot lust filled gaze centred on her butt.

Pulling the comb from the bag she straightened and started to pull in through her hair.

He couldn’t pass it up, ‘Hey baby bring it over here and let me do that for you.’ His eyes still black from the unspent passion.

She thought about it, shrugged and walked back to the couch, handing him the comb she sat on the floor in front of him, between his legs. She had to bite back a groan as he started to work the knots out of it. ‘Damn you’re good at that!’ She sighed, no one had done this since she was a little girl, it felt good!

‘Lots of practice with Ava, she likes me to do her hair when I’m home.’ But combing Ava’s hair never had this effect on him! Playing with her long hair seemed to turn him on even more.

The door flew open and Jon waltzed in, and stopped dead. ‘You’re combing her hair? That’s it? Christ Dean you’re really losing your touch bro.’

Both Richie and Gail flicked him the bird, looked at each other and laughed.

‘So, have you decided to come work for us?’ Jon asked her just as Mon wandered in behind him and came to a dead stop, her jaw nearly touching the floor.

‘You’re going to tour with them? Oh my god Gee!’ With that she backed out of the office and nearly ran to tell her friends and colleagues.

Gail groaned, it’d be about the whole place in under a minute, ‘Jesus Jovi can’t you keep your big mouth shut!

‘Why should I, if it gets you to decide then I’m all for it.’ He plonked himself down next to Richie and settled in for a battle with this wonderful woman they’d found. He also noticed Richie was flushed and she was a little mussed up too, he grinned, about damn time Rich found someone else! ‘So?’ he grinned as Richie made the ‘cut it out’ motion with his hand, Jon just grinned even more, ‘Let’s talk about the job offer.’

Richie just rolled his eyes and mentally promised to kill the little shit later on.

Chapter 15

By the time the door snicked too Richie had his arms about her crushing her breasts into his chest, his mouth ripping moans from her, their tongues duelling for supremacy.

Gail had her arms thrown over his shoulders her hands mussing his hair up, and trying to hold on for dear life because of the storm he had raging through her system. Her leg was hooked around his, trying to get nearer to him, she wanted to feel him against her. She took a hand from his hair and buried it into his shirt, touching his chest, he growled in the back of his throat. Christ, it was hotter than last night! He’d burn her up if she wasn’t careful.

His mouth left hers and kissed its way up to her ear, his tongue flicked out and ran around the outside, and then his teeth closed sharply on the lobe, making her shudder, his tongue then soothing it.  His mouth moved down her neck licking and nibbling a path, till he hit the collar of her shirt!

Gail wasn’t idle, she’d finally got his jacket off and her hands were now in his back pockets pulling him closer to her.

Richie needed more, he reached round her, cupped her ass and picked her up, making her other leg go about him, her arms going back about his neck. He moved toward the black couch he’d seen out the corner of his eye, he sat heavily not letting go of her. Gail found herself astride him, his need for her rubbing against her, she nearly sobbed with the feeling.

His lips met hers again, his hand running up and down her back urging her closer. Then one slipped forward and brushed the side of her breast. Gail felt her nipple go rock hard at the thought of his hands or mouth on her, she held her breath, then let it out as a whoosh as his hand finally claimed it, his palm fitting it, cupping it, fondling it. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

Richie tried to fight himself, but lost big time when she ground down onto him, he’d palmed her breast, the nipple standing proud, waiting to be played with, he obliged, rolling it between his fingers, pulling it gently. She ground down harder on him making the air leave his lungs.

Ripping his mouth from hers he tried to control himself, but looking into her slumberous emerald eyes the control shredded faster than rice paper! His shaking hand moved from her breast to the buttons, he felt her hold her breath.

‘Hey you two! You are coming out to play?’  The sound of Jon’s voice jerked them back to where they were like a bucket of cold water. They both looked for him, then she started to laugh when she realised he’d used the intercom.

Chapter 14

About quarter to ten Gail was sat at her desk doing the payroll for the last time, she’d passed the gem of a nightmare over to her manager Tad.

When she’d come in Mon and several girls had been stood waiting for her to ooh and ahh over Jon and Richie.

She’d indulged them a little, then giving them her best boss voice, she asked them if they’d got clients, and were they loosing her money, all but Mon had scattered.

She went to the small kitchen they had, got a cola and headed for her office. Where she’d been working for over half an hour.

Her intercom buzzed, ‘What Mon?’

‘Erm you’ve got visitors.’ Came the clipped response.

Gail’s heart started to beat faster, ‘Who is it? I’m not buying anything.’

‘They’re not here to sell you anything, oh hold on, yes they are.’ She heard a giggle, Mon only giggles if she’s nervous or she’s flirting.

‘Then tell them I’m sorry I don’t want any.’ And she flicked off the switch, damn it wasn’t Richie! Lord she’d got it bad.

She settled down to work again, and when the door opened she didn’t look up, ‘What Mon?’

Another can of coke was placed on her desk and glancing up she nearly jumped out of her skin, Richie and Jon stood looking down at her all goofy. ‘Seeing as you wouldn’t let us in any other way, we decided to play waiter and bring you a drink in.’ Jon chuckled, he snickered even more as he realised she’d only got eyes for Richie and he could have disappeared for all she cared.

Richie couldn’t take his eyes off her! Her hair was loose and flowed down her back, she’d no makeup on and looked so beautiful he wanted nothing more than to haul her into his arms and ravish her. She had on a deep crimson shirt on, and Christ it was opened so he could see the shadow of her cleavage!

Gail just sat there staring at him, taking in his form fitting black shirt, undone to the fourth button. She gulped damn she wanted to lick the chest she could see. And his jeans, well black again, and wonderfully tight. She perused him at her leisure and when she reached his face she stifled a groan at the look he was giving her.

‘Hey I’ve brought you coffee like you wanted Jon, Richie, Gail you okay?’ Mon sashayed in, and then saw the look Gaz was getting from Richie and got a sly grin on her face.

Gail jarred out of her musings smiled at Jon and Mon, ‘I’m fine, just a shock that they got passed my receptionist!’ Her eyebrow winged up and she glared at Mon, who just grinned, put the tray down and headed for the door at a trot, meddling kids!

‘Aw don’t be hard on your Mon, all I had to do was tell her my back hurt again and I needed your hands on me and she couldn’t be more helpful.’

‘It shouldn’t be hurting, what did you do?’  She got up from behind the desk and started towards Jon. Richie’s tongue just about hit the floor and rolled back up again, damn she’d got tight black jeans on, and she filled them out perfectly.

‘Calm down angel, I’ve done nothing! We just needed to get passed your Rottweiler out there.’

‘So, you lied to Mon, that’s not nice.’

Jon lent and pecked her cheek, ‘Mornin angel.’

‘Don’t angel me Bongiovi that’s wasn’t funny!’ She glared at him, then it dawned on her he’d kissed her again, damn the man!

‘But you are an angel, you fixed my back wonderfully.’

Richie watched Jon lean in and kiss her, and jealousy shot through him. He wanted to jump up and down and shout ‘mine’! He moved towards her and swore to god he heard her groan!

‘Move it Frank, my turn to say mornin.’ He crowded her, took her by the shoulders and pulled her flush to him, ‘Mornin baby.’

‘Morning.’ Was all her gave her time for as his lips settled on hers, the fire was lit and then it started to flare out of control.

Jon decided he’d leave for a while, picked his coffee up and headed for the door, closing it quietly. Now he thought let’s go and mess with Mon!

Chapter 13 Day 2

Jon was working out in the hotel gym just as Gail was in hers.  He was pounding the path and sweat was glistening on his rock hard body, looking like it was covered in baby oil. He heard a noise of a door opening, turned to check who was disturbing him and just about fell of the treadmill with shock.

‘Fuck me Dean, what the hell are you doing up at this hour?’  He started to slow down, gently coming to a stop; he grabbed his water and chugged down about half, then stared at Richie.

Richie pushed him out the way and started with a slow walk on the mill, then faster and faster till he was at a flat-out pace.

‘Ah I get it, a certain lady is on your mind and you need to work off some, what feelings, emotions?’

Richie started to slow, finally stopping and grabbing Jon’s water and finished it. ‘Stop being a smartass Kidd!’

‘Jesus Rich, a blind man could see the electricity coming from both of you. Hell, if they’d had a power cut, they could have hooked you too up and powered London!’

Richie tried to change the subject, ‘Any idea what time Laurels opens?’ He was desperate to find Gail again.

‘Man, you’ve got it bad! I grabbed a leaflet, it’s in my jacket upstairs.’

‘So, you finished?’ At Jon’s nod, he’d been down there since six, Richie said ‘Let’s go.’ And he all but dragged him out of the gym and to the lift.

‘Christ Richie, I can walk on my own ya know!’ Jon sniped jerking his arm out of Rich’s grasp.

‘Aw hell I’m sorry, but I need to make sure I can contact her!’

‘Rich, we’re going over there and we won’t leave till you have her number and I get a chance to pitch the job to her properly!’ By now they’d got into Jon’s suite and he was searching for the leaflet. ‘Here it is they open in …. An hour, at nine. So, I’m going to have a shower, breakfast and then we’ll head out about nine, okay?’

‘Yeah fine, I’ll see you later.’ With that he headed for his own suite, letting himself in he headed straight for the shower, images of Gail’s face swimming in his mind, his dick responded, and he muttered. In the bathroom, he peeled off his tank and sweats, hell he’d only run but he’d soaked the damn things! He looked into the mirror, he didn’t look bad for forty-eight, even if he said so himself. He sucked in his gut and turned this way and that, then let it go, well what there was to let go, he’d been in training for the start of this new tour. Could a woman like Gail give him a second look? Hell, he knew lots of women threw themselves at Jon and him, but this was different, he wanted her to see him as normal, not just a rock star lay!

Shaking his head, he turned on the water, checked it and stepped in.

The hot water cascaded over his head and down his shoulders as he leant into the water, his arms braced on the wall. The water sluiced down between his shoulder blades, down his tanned back and over his butt cheeks; it carried on down his thighs and his legs, all he could think of was that the water was Gail’s hands or hair, that hair lord, his erection was now at full mast waving at him. He swore up one side and down the other, trying to ignore it he leant back and let the water run over his muscled chest and down a taught abdomen. When it got to his dick his breath sucked in between his teeth and it encased him, just like she would once he was buried deep within her.

He snapped his eyes open, cursed then got the shower gel and sponge quickly soaping himself down and praying his dick would die down, otherwise people were going to give him some damn funny looks later.

As he soaped his dick he had a fleeting thought about jerking off, but he’d not done that in years and he sure as hell wasn’t going back to it now. He started to talk to his dick telling it there was no way in hell he’d play with himself so calm the hell down.

Ten minutes later as he stepped dripping from the shower, it had died down and he quickly dried himself and as he hooked the towel about his hips he heard a banging on the door which could only herald Jon, and hopefully some damn coffee!

Chapter 12

Gail awoke in the morning and wondered if it had all been one of her hot and horny dreams, reminding her she hadn’t had sex in well over a year! Her hand went to her lips, bit puffy, but she’d probably been making out with the damn pillow again!

Looking at the clock she sighed, just after six thirty, damn! She knew there was no way she was going back to sleep. So, crawling out of the ‘pit’ she headed for the loo and a wash.

Half an hour later she was dressed in her sweats, sipping coffee and buttering her toast, she just went to take a bite and the phone rang. What the hell?

‘Hello?’

‘Hey boss.’ Mon’s perky voice whizzed over the line.

‘What’s the matter, place burnt down? Alarm going off, Jesus Mon you don’t normally crawl out of bed till half and hour before you start work.  So again, what’s wrong?’

‘Oh, come on! You knew I’d ring, Christ you think I’d let it go that you had your hands, on Jon Bon Jovi, you really have lost it Gaz!’ Mon laughed.

Gail sat there stunned, damn it wasn’t a dream she really had done all that shit with, and too them, last night, crap! She re-tuned in to what Mon was saying.

‘So, what happened, was Jon’s skin smooth, was his ass as tight as everyone thinks it is, what’s Jon and Richie really like, did they leave straight after, did you kiss them, oh come on Gaz spill!’ She finally inhaled.

Her stunned boss was sitting slowly playing over last night, and then she remembered the car park and choked on the sip of coffee she’d just taken!

‘Gaz, you okay there boss lady?’

‘Yeah fine, I inhaled as I swallowed.’ She touched her lips again, so it wasn’t pillow puckering, she really had tried to shag Richie Sambora in the car park for all to see, she groaned loudly.

‘Don’t make me come over there, talk to me!!!!’ Mon was getting over excited now, she and all Gail’s staff knew of her love for Jovi, and her lust for the dark one!

‘Okay calm the hell down kid!’ She knew that irked Mon and she heard the growl and smiled. ‘Yes, Jon’s skin is soft and toned, and yes you could bounce those quarters off his butt.’ She heard Mon groan, she’d become a fan and was a real Jonny girl. ‘They are both adorable and full of fun, they eat like horses.’

‘You went out for dinner with them? Holy shit lady!’ Mon went into shock, her boss and two of their favourite rockers, damn!

‘I was hungry and so were they, Mai loved to feed them.’

‘You didn’t take them there?’

‘Why the hell not, its fantastic food, even Jon and Richie loved it! And you know me, I like things simple. It was a nice dinner, and then I left, end of story!’  She smacked her hand to her head, she hadn’t given Richie her number, of all the stupid dumbass things she’d done in her life that took the biscuit. She started cursing out loud, forgetting about Mon for a minute.

‘Gaz, Gaz, hey GAIL!’ Her shout finally pierced her mutterings.

‘What, oh damn sorry Mon.’

‘What did you forget to do?’

Gail thought fast on her feet, no way in hell she wanted Mon to have the info, she was a gossip! ‘I forgot to get their autographs and a picture, shit!’

‘Oh, I thought it was juicier than that.’ She was disappointed. ‘So, did you kiss one of them?’

Gail knew if she didn’t give a little there’d be many annoying phone calls, ‘Yes I kissed both of them.’

She held the phone away from her ear; she’d learnt long ago Mon was loud on the phone when excited. ‘Holy shite you kissed both Jon and Richie, oh my god, oh my god!’

Gail laughed, ‘I kissed both of them on the cheek!’

She could hear the gears clashing and Mon’s brain down shifting into a lower one. ‘The cheek? That was it? Oh, hell boss why didn’t you lip lock em?’ Gail heard the sadness in her voice.

‘Because they’re normal guys and I don’t French men I’ve just met!' Liar she called herself. 'Now, I’m going to finish my coffee and toast and I’ll see you about ten.’

‘But Gaz you finished last night!’ She sounded so confused Gail couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Well if you don’t want me to pay you, then I won’t come in.’

‘Ah damn forgot you’re doing this last one, yeah can’t wait to see you! Love ya Gaz.’ And she quickly got off the phone.

Gail laughed loudly, she loved that kid. She always knew when to run and hide.

Taking her coffee, she slapped it into the microwave to reheat it, time to work out. She grabbed a towel and headed downstairs to her basement. Not many houses have one, but she’d struck lucky, and in it a running machine, weights and other bits and pieces. She grinned at one particular piece of equipment, and stripper’s pole! With dirty thoughts of Richie floating about her head she stripped to her work out bra and panties, put on a Jovi and Nickleback compilation CD with a grinding beat, warmed up, and then headed for the pole to work out some ‘tension’!

Chapter 11

Richie couldn’t believe he was in a damn car park getting hot and heavy with this woman! Fuck anyone would think he had no finesse!

They broke apart, panting and leant forehead to forehead, his arms about her neck, hers about his waist.

‘Damn I think the place combusted?’ He laughed softly into her hair.

Gail nodded, she couldn’t find her voice at all, lord this man could turn her to mush with one hot and steamy kiss, she didn’t stand a chance.

Finally, her voice came back, ‘Rich I need to go home, alone! And as much as I would like to see where this.’ She gestured at them, ‘Is going, I don’t jump into bed, even if you are a rock star!’

‘Damn you don't?’ He laughed down at her, his fingers playing with her hair. ‘Gail darlin, I’m not looking for a one-night stand, I passed that over a decade ago. As much as I’d like to push you and see if you’d give in, I won’t. I don’t work like that.’

‘You sure?’ Then laughed at him.

‘But I will need your phone number and address; I don’t plan on letting you go without being able to contact you again.’ His head bent and started to sip at her lips again, he heard her groan and her hands reaching into his hair and pulling him closer. He couldn’t help himself, he pulled her flush up against him. His hands wound into her hair, not wanting to let her leave.

Gail didn’t know which way was up, he had that wicked mouth on hers and all rational thoughts fled her brain. She noticed as her crushed her to him, he wanted her, oh my god how he wanted her. Her breasts pebbled at the thought of him buried deep within her.  She whimpered in her throat, closing the distance even further, a gnat wouldn’t get between them.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, little noises coming from both of them.

Richie finally came to his senses as he started to reach for her breast, they were in a damn car park, shit! ‘Darlin I think we need to cool it before we get arrested for lewd conduct and nudism.’ He chuckled at the blush sweeping her cheeks, hell he wasn’t joking he just wanted to strip her off and lean her over the bike and fuck her senseless! Jesus Sambora, you need to stop thinking like that, his dick didn’t agree with his brain.

Gail started to search her pockets again, lust and want singing through her veins. Christ, she knew the thoughts she was having weren’t because of who he was, he just pushed every one of her damn buttons. Christ those lips were warm, wet and so bloody soft! And that tongue, she felt her womb quiver with the thought of his using on her. ‘Aw shit, I must have left my keys on the table!’ She really didn’t want to go back in and see Jon again, especially was she’d nearly raped his wingman in the car park!

He registered what she’d said, and remembered he’d got the keys, now where the hell were they? He started to pat his pockets, and then remembered they were in his hands when he’d started kissing Gail. ‘I have them.’

Gail looked up into those chocolate pools, and remembered why she’d done so, ‘Where are they.’

‘No fuckin clue, I started to kiss you and bang they’ve gone!’

‘Shit Sambora you better not have lost them!’ They moved away from one another and started to check the ground.

‘Got em!’ Richie bent down and from the far side of the back wheel pulled out the keys. He handed them to her and she hopped onto the bike, pushing the key in and pressing the button her baby roaring to life.

‘Thanks for a magical night Richie.’ Before she could pop her helmet on he leant over and bussed her lips.

‘Me too darlin, me too.’ She put on the helmet and he told her to drive carefully, she saluted him and took off.

He went back into the restaurant and sat down, Jon giving him a look, ‘Where is she dumbass?’

‘Heading home.’

‘You let her go; you nearly scorched the damn bike kissing her!’ Jon rolled his eyes.

‘Shit you watching again?’

‘I went out to see if she was okay! And there ya were.’ He gave a dirty leer.

‘Well she’s gone.’ Richie looked like someone had broken his favourite guitar.

‘But you are seeing her again? Right?’

‘Yeah cause, I’ve got her cell and her addre……. Shit! She didn’t give me it. How fuckin stupid am I?’ He put his head in his hands, what a moron!

‘Calm down bro, you know where she works; we can get hold of her through them.’ Jon slapped him on the shoulder.

‘You mean where she used to work!’

‘Aw come on she owns the damn place, it won’t be that difficult, trust me!’

Richie gave a derogatory snort, but knew Jon was right, he’d find her again. ‘Frank, we need to talk about you and that job offer!’

Which they did.

Chapter 10

By the time he hit the car park she was stood by her bike and searching for the keys. He calmed a little knowing she wouldn’t be going anywhere, she’d left the keys on the table, and they were now in his hand.

‘Gail darlin, calm down before you drive off and hurt someone.’ He kept the keys quite in his palm.

‘I would but I’ve lost the bloody keys!  What the hell's wrong with Jon, I’ve only just met you guys and boom job offer!  Does he always do things like that?’ She patted her pockets again, trying to ignore how close he was and she could smell his scent again wafting under her nose. She prayed that someone would give her strength not to throw herself at him!

‘Nope, he’s never done that in all the years I’ve been with him! You’re the first honey.’ He wondered what she would do if he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, but this time properly?

She stopped, taking in what he’d said; she was the first-person Jon had ever offered a job to out of the blue, well hell! Damn it in five seconds she was going to jump him if he didn’t move off! ‘You’re telling me he’s never done that sort of thing before, pull the other one Richie!’ She gave an un-lady like snort.

Instead of moving away he crowded nearer to her, so his legs brushed hers; making her sit down, he rested his hand on the tank leaning into her, his mouth so near. ‘Nope, never! I wouldn’t lie to you darlin.’  He decided what the hell and closed the gap, well he thought he did!

Gail felt his breath on her lips and thought, sod it, and moved towards him.

Lips slid together, wet and hungry for the touch, the taste. Gail’s hands slipped up to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Richie’s hand moved from the tank to her thigh, he felt her jump. His other cupped her head and held her to him as he deepened the kiss. Her keys falling to the ground, unheard.

‘Go on man give her one!’ And laughter made them jerk apart, breathing heavily.

‘I think I’d better go.’ She licked her lips his taste still on them, and lord he tasted mighty yummy.

‘Why? Come back inside with me.  I can kill Jon off and we can finish dinner!’ He gave her his best puppy dog eyes, the one that made lesser women crumble. She laughed and shook her head.

‘Really, I should get going, I need some sleep. It’s been along day for me seeing as I had an extra client.’ She smiled at him, gawd the man was just plain hot!

‘Not even if I say pretty please with me on top.’ The last part said in a husky whisper, his lips claiming hers again.

Gail felt her heart hit the back of her throat at the last part of his statement, and then he kissed her again. Christ, he really didn’t play fair! He pushed between her legs so she nestled him there.

He finally moved away from her lips and she sucked air into her starved lungs only for it to whoosh out a second later as his talented tongue found her ear. The urge to wrap her legs about him was over whelming.


From the doorway Jon grinned, bingo!

I have an urge to stop there............................