Chapter 4

‘Well now Richie, seems you’ve got yourself, what do the fans call themselves …. Oh yeah, a Darksider!  Lucky bastard, she’s damn cute and those lips, man ...’

‘Shut up asshole! How do you know she’s not a Jonny girl?’ 

‘Man, she didn’t even flinch when I asked if we could take her to dinner, I got a no bro!   But you, well she nearly jumped into your arms.’

‘Don’t be an ass.’  But Richie hoped Jon was right, hmmm a Darksider huh.

‘I’m not; she’s more into you than me.  She didn’t cop one free feel while she cracked my neck and back.  Normally I’d have been fighting any other woman off with a baseball bat, but not that lady.  I can’t believe Elton set me up.’

Richie chuckled, ‘Yeah me either, you went down like a brick.  You shoulda seen your face when you realised she was a female, fuck bro, priceless!’

Jon flipped him off as he got dressed.  ‘You know, I’m wondering if she’d agree to help us ...’

‘Don’t go there bro, she’s retiring.’ Richie frowned knowing exactly what he was on about.

‘Yeah but damn Rich she’s the best!  I’m tellin you I could do a back flip and not be bothered about it.  She’s that good!  And she’s not that old bro, trust me.’ Jon grinned, he’d bring it up over dinner, she couldn’t say no, could she?

‘Just cool it, that’s all. She seems nice and I don’t want your ego makin her run for the hills before I can get to know her.’

 Meanwhile in the locker room Gail was panicking, she looked at the clothes she’d got to change into and nearly died!  Had she really walked out the house in that this morning?  That, was holed jeans, biker boots, her favourite black and purple cycle jacket and her t-shirt, she groaned, it had to be a sloganed one! Aw hell, she’d really have any other choice unless she wanted to go out in her uniform.  She changed quickly, undoing her plait and brushing it out. She couldn’t it have a bouncy curl to it?  It just lay there, straight and boring.

Mind you she supposed she could have it cut short, then shuddered, nah!  She ran a lip-gloss over her full lips turning them a deep red, a spritz of perfume and she was ready.  She made certain she zipped up the jacket, no use embarrassing herself, till later!

With a flick of her hair she grabbed her helmet and backpack and headed out the door.

Richie and Jon were in the reception area, Jon had stuffed two fifty-pound notes under Mon’s blotter, with a quick note saying Gail wouldn’t take anything from him, but he felt bad about it, and not to tell her.  Richie pointed out she’d be pissed if she found out, Jon said tough and grinned.

At the snick of the door they both looked up and gulped, man she filled out a pair of skin tight jeans to perfection, her legs went on for miles.

Richie zeroed in on her loose hair; his fingers itched even more now to touch it.

Jon noticed the helmet, nearly drooling he whispered, ‘Holy shit tell me you have a bike?’  His eyes wide and lust filled.

Gail snickered at the awed tones he used, ‘Yup I’ve a hog.’  She watched as his tongue just about hit the floor, ‘Just a Harley Softail Deluxe ‘08’ in white gold/black pearl.’

Richie just kept picturing her naked and astride the damn thing, calm the fuck down will ya, he said to his hardening dick!

Jon groaned, damn he’d been looking at bikes just this week and she’d got a ‘08’ hog.

‘So, I guess you guys are going to follow me to the restaurant then?’ 

‘Can’t I ride with you darlin?’  Jon all but begged.

‘Nope, I’d be scared of having an accident with you on it.’  She opened the door and they all went outside, turning she set the alarm, popped out and locked the door.

They walked to the rear car park; there was her hog and the rental BMW for the boys.

Jon walked over to the bike and lovingly ran his hands over it.  Gail sighed, looked at Richie who she realised wasn’t watching Jon, but her, and asked who drove the car.  He said he did as Jon couldn’t before she’d worked her magic on him.

Walking up to Jon she thrust the keys and the helmet into his hands, ‘You fuck it up on your own I won’t get the blame. Just follow us.’  She sauntered back and Jon whooped with glee.

‘Gaz darlin I fuckin love ya!’  Like a boy given a favourite Christmas gift he was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Be still my beating heart Jon Bon Jovi loves me.’  Looking at Richie she laughed and rolled her eyes, ‘Shall we?’

He walked around the car, crowding her back to the door, ‘That must be one of the nicest things anyone has done for a hell of a long time.  You are a special woman.’  His hand cupped her cheek and he lent over and bussed her lips, Gail’s knees nearly gave out, hot damn Richie Sambora was kissing her!!!!! ‘Thank you.’

He opened the door and she all but poured herself into the seat, her fingers brushed her lips, they tingled from that light caress, and her heart was racing.

Richie wondered what the hell had possessed him to kiss her, but damn not many people would hand over a bike like that, not even to Jon, it just didn’t happen. Looking into her eyes he couldn’t help himself.

He shot out of his revere as the bikes engine growled to life.

Getting into the car he noticed she looked a little shocked and she was touching her lips, was that good or bad, he’d have to wait and find out.

She gave him the address of the restaurant and he set the GPS and off they went, the bike roaring behind them.

Gail prayed that Jon would be careful and that she’d get her sanity back sometime in the next twenty years!

Neither she nor Richie talked much on the drive, each trying to come to terms with what had passed in just a kiss.

Behind them, Jon was laughing his ass off at the wonder of riding a hog, damn life was good!