Chapter 116

Sara was still curled on Jon’s lap like a contented cat when the limousine finally came to a halt, and they heard the driver open his door to get out.

“We’re here, Sara.” Jon murmured, squeezing her a little tighter then letting go, and she slipped back onto the leather seat next to him.

Jon reached out and opened the door, getting out of the car and turning to help Sara out while the driver got her bags from the trunk. The limo driver carried Sara’s bags inside, laying them by the doorman’s desk, and Sara stopped to pick one of them up.

“Babe - I’ll get it.” Jon said, but she shouldered the strap of her laptop bag anyway.

“You can take the other one.” She said with a smile, and Jon grabbed the second bag.

“Good evening, Mr Bongiovi.” The doorman said, rising to his feet behind the desk, and Jon nodded and said hello as they passed.

“Have a good evening, sir.” The guy continued, then leaned forward against the desk, watching them - or at least Sara - walk away and speaking softly, almost inaudibly now. “Hell, how could you not have a good evening, when you’re fucking something with an ass like that.”

Jon didn’t hear him, but Sara did, and she was just tired and jetlagged enough not to take it, pulling her hand free from Jon’s as she spun around and strode back to the desk.

“What did you say?” She demanded, narrowed eyes glaring at the doorman.

“I….uh…..I didn’t……” He stammered and fumbled for words to get himself out of the hole he’d just dug, but he was coming up short. Things only got worse for him as Jon came up to the desk, too, surprised at the malevolent look in Sara’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hmmm?” She didn’t even take her eyes off the doorman, who was looking decidedly uncomfortable now, unable to hold her gaze, finally dropping his eyes to the desk as he replied quietly.

“I apologise. I shouldn’t have said that, miss.” But what he was actually thinking, while he prayed his mouth wasn’t going to get him fired, was ‘the bitch must have ears like a bat, to hear me from over there’.

“Said what?!” Jon asked, getting a little angry himself now, even though he hadn’t a clue what was going on.

“It’s okay, Jon.” Sara said, finally looking away from the discomfited man behind the desk. “Doesn’t matter. I’m just tired and cranky, and not in the mood for that kind of crap. Let’s go upstairs.”

“Babe?”

Sara’s brown eyes met Jon’s, and he saw the soft lights sparkle in their depths as the venom faded away.

“Let’s go, Jon.” She said softly, still looking up into his eyes, and he smiled at her, the hungry look rising in her eyes making him forget about the doorman.

Together, they turned and walked to the elevator, riding up to Jon’s floor in silence, Sara leaning tiredly against Jon as he stood with his back to the wall, hugging her close. When the doors pinged open, she moaned as she had to move out of the comforting embrace, but they walked out and she leaned against the wall while Jon unlocked the door. He looked over, the drowsy eyes and soft smile tugging at his heart as Sara watched him, then he pushed the door open and reached for her hand.

“Come on, darlin’.”

He pulled her upright and they walked inside, Jon turning to close the door as Sara kept walking down the hallway.

“Hey, you missed the bedroom.” He called, and heard Sara’s giggle.

“I know. I want to see what you’ve done with the place, honey.”

“We can do that later.”

She turned around, walking backwards as she pouted at him.

“I want to do it now.”

“So do I.” He replied, a few long strides bringing him close to her, but she giggled again.

“I meant I want to see the apartment now!”

“Can’t we start with the bedroom?”

“No……..because we’d never get to another room.”

“True. Okay, then. Guided tour. The quick version.”

Jon took her hand and turned her around so she was walking forwards again, and they stopped at the top of the few stairs down into the living area.

“Wow!” Sara whispered, her gaze taking in the beautiful rug and the obviously antique pieces of furniture arranged around the room. The effect was at once formal and homely, the exquisite furnishings set out to welcome, not to impress, and Sara stepped down into the room to look closer.

“Jon, this is beautiful.”

“Thanks, baby. I’m glad you like it.”

Catching her hand again, Jon led her to the dining room, which held a lovely but predictable table and chairs, then they headed back up the hallway, taking a brief look into the second bedroom, now furnished for the boys.

“What about Stephanie?” Sara asked, realising there were only the two bedrooms.

“When the kids are here, I guess I’ll sleep on the futon in the living room. Remember, this is only temporary, Sara.”

Closing that door, they moved on, and Jon stopped in front of the final door with a smirk.

“And this, of course, is the master’s bedroom.”

Sara raised her eyebrows with a smile. “Don’t you mean ‘master bedroom’? Or did you mean ‘my master’s bedroom’?”

“You can take it any way you like, sweetheart.”

Opening the door, Sara walked in, looking back over her shoulder at him with a naughty grin.

“I intend to.”

A predatory gleam in his eyes, Jon followed her into the room, kicking the door shut as he advanced.


Back at Wachovia Center, Linda and Richie sat for a while longer with the other three guys, the band members slowly coming down off the post-concert high. Linda was on quite a high herself anyway, even more so than following a normal Jovi concert, but her early morning to get to work was beginning to make itself felt, and she yawned suddenly.

“Tired, Linda?” Richie asked softly, and she nodded.

“Mmmm. Sorry. I was up extra early for work today, and I guess it’s catching up with me now.”

“Come on, then. I’ll take you home.”

They said their goodbyes, the guys each hugging Linda and saying how good it had been to meet her, then they headed down to where the limos were waiting. Richie gave the driver Linda’s address, then he joined her in the back, sliding across the seat to press her against the side of the car. He looked at her curiously as she laughed, tilting his head in a silent ‘what?’.

“I was just thinking of that first limo ride we took together.” She replied, and Richie grinned as he remembered the trip from his house in LA to the airport.

“Yeah - it certainly made the ride fly by.” His hand touched her knee, sliding swiftly higher as he smiled at her. “How far is it to your house again?”

“Not far enough.” Linda said regretfully, but she pulled him close for a kiss anyway, feeling his hand slide around her back, pressing under her shirt to feel the heat of her body.

Still with his tongue deep in her mouth, Richie brought his hand around to her stomach, unfastening her jeans and slipping those long fingers inside the denim. Linda felt for his waistband, but Richie broke the kiss to speak.

“No, baby. I want you to cum for me. I want to get you off in this limo, and I want to know you’re ready for me, because when we get back into your house, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.”

Linda gave a soft whimper, his crude words almost as much of a turn on as the fingers which had just reached her clit, stroking lightly within the constraints of her jeans. Richie grinned and crushed his mouth onto hers again, catching her moan as he managed to slide his hand further into her jeans, his long middle finger dipping deep inside her for a moment before he pulled back to caress her clit again. Next time his hand pushed down, he pressed two fingers inside, the palm of his hand flattening against her clit as he worked at her.

He felt another moan vibrate through her mouth, and the wetness against his hand told him how close she was as he felt her writhe on the seat, shifting her position slightly to allow him to drive his hand harder against her. Richie was almost regretting starting this now, because he just wanted to haul her jeans to her knees and slam himself into her, but he knew the anticipation would make it so much more satisfying when he finally did. For now, he contented himself to draw out her pleasure, feeling her tightening around his fingers at the same time as her fingers twisted in his hair, and he felt the juices flow from her as she came, soaking into her jeans as he drew his fingers out of her, still stroking against her clit while she shuddered out her orgasm.

When he felt her relax back onto the seat, Richie lifted his mouth from Linda’s, still smiling as he looked at her, breathing hard as she tried to get herself under control again. After a couple of minutes, she finally spoke with a smirk.

“Isn’t it supposed to be the groupie that gets the rock star off in the back of the limo?”

“You’re no groupie.” He told her with a grin of his own. “But, I’m a 21st century kind of guy. I believe in equal opportunities, so we can just call it role reversal.”

His hand was still inside her jeans as the limo braked to a halt and Linda glanced outside.

“Shit! We’re here already!”

Laughing, Richie fastened her jeans again, then they climbed out of the limo and headed up to the house.