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.