Chapter 27

Wrapping his arms back around Amelia Richie sighed softly. He wasn’t sure how this one was going to end up. Those days were so vivid in his memory still, how hurt Jon had been and how long it had taken him to get over it. Hell, the look of a lost man was even captured in their Wanted Dead or Alive video that year.



“Red, I’m gonna go catch some zzz’s. You going to be ok Hon?”

Amelia pulled back, looking up into the string-man’s eyes. “Yeah, I have to be you know?”

Giving her a final hug, Richie turned and walked into the living room. Catching a small movement from the corner of his eye he turned his head and saw Jon leaning up against the wall. “How much did you hear bro,” he whispered.

Jon gave his friend a slight smile then motioned his head towards Richie’s room. As they walked, Richie continued, “At least you understand now bro, but it won’t take away the fact of what she did. I forgive her, but I can’t stop remembering those days after she left. I’m thanking my lucky stars it ain’t me Kidd. You got 20 years of life between you and her, your just not that starry eyed man no more. You know I’ll be there for you no matter what.” Turning he gave Jon a playful punch on the shoulder. “We are the Dynamic Duo after all.” At that Richie walked into his bedroom and shut the door glad for yet another time in his life that he wasn’t his best friend.

Jon stood in the darkened living room, his eyes studying the woman on the terrace. What Richie said was true; she had hurt him more than anything else in his life. Unlike Richie though, he could now understand that she had done it all out of love. She had looked to the future for him while he had taken his hurt and wrapped it around him like a shield. He used that shield to create a façade that he was, to this day still hiding behind. His life was a joke, and only he seemed to know the punch line. The Great Jon Bon Jovi, family man extraordinaire was a façade created years ago to keep it all going. He had dated Dot with a single minded passion with family as his only goal, and after eighteen years of playing the happy family man he wasn’t so sure how to go about not just being the façade that everyone saw. One thing he knew for sure, if anyone could help him escape the façade it would be the red-head on the terrace. Question was though, how could he get her to get her to see that. Spying the guitar leaning on the couch, sudden inspiration hit him. Making his way to the couch he picked up the guitar took a seat and began to strum the strings softly.

She heard the music whispering to her from the living room and smiled thinking Richie had had a sudden spurt of musical genius and had decided to play a bit. She closed her eyes just enjoying the sounds of the music wafting out to her. She opened her eyes startled as the singing started. That wasn’t Richie’s voice, it was Jon’s!

And I would give up tomorrow
And die for one yesterday
I'd lie, beg, steal and borrow
To hear you whisper my name
Tonight there ain't no miracles
Washing up on this beach
The angels left here long ago
But I still believe that

Maybe someday
I will hold your hand
and maybe someway
We'll trace our footsteps in the sand
And just walk away… baby someday

Her breath caught in her throat as the words floated out to her. For a man that had just survived a fight and regained all that he was he didn’t sound very happy.

Now I don't know how a heart beats
but I sure know how one breaks
Remember how I used to hold you
To share every breath that you'd take
How can I forget
Your every tear that I cry
I know you're coming back
You never kissed me goodbye

Her feet had a mind of their own; as she found herself walking into the living room. She had to remove that pain from his voice somehow or another she had to make right what had gone wrong for him.

Maybe someday
I will hold your hand
And maybe someway
We'll trace our footsteps in the sand
And just walk away.

They say that nothing lasts forever
But we know our two hearts beat together
And though you're far away
Every night I pray
Maybe someday… someday…

Maybe someday
I will understand
baby someway
We'll trace these footsteps in the sand
just walk away… maybe someday
Maybe someday
Maybe someday
Maybe someway

She knelt before him and watched him as he strummed the last few chords to the song. “You’ll be back with your family soon Jon, things will be ok.” He reached over, his thumb brushing the tear on her cheek away gently. “I’m not worried about that Fire, you don’t understand about them yet anyways. Slowly his finger traced up her cheek over his eyebrows and along the bridge of her nose before very slowly brushing over her lips. Time seemed to freeze as he laid the guitar on the couch and leaned forward, his free hand sliding through her hair to the nape of her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Continuing the kiss he stood, pulling her up with him. She tangled her hands into his hair and pressed her body into his.

With a move as smooth as silk Jon lifted her into his arms without breaking the kiss. He walked to his bedroom, her lips igniting fire within his veins and hunger in his soul. Stopping at the side of the bed he set her on her feet. With calloused fingers he stroked her neck, his lips gliding behind each stroke. As he reached her collar bone he stopped to nibble lightly, her soft gasps whispering over him. His hands ghosted over her sides as his fingers snagged the hem of her blouse and brushed it over her shoulders. As the blouse fell he knelt before her his hands tracing each inch, relearning and recording to memory each silken inch. She was as glorious now as she was then and just the sight of her made him want to praise the heavens that created her. Kneeling forward he placed his nose against her belly and breathed in her scent. It was an intoxicating mix of cinnamon and musk, something uniquely her, that drove him to distraction. He lightly tongued her belly button, grinning as she laughed then moaned as his lips reverently traveled higher worshiping each inch with a kiss and slight lick. As his lips covered one nipple his tongue flicked over its tip slowly making it harden against his lips. Her whimpers sounded like music to his ears as his lips slid into the valley between her breasts and his hot breath tickled her skin. As his lips found purchase with the other nipple, he slowly nibbled her nipple, his tongue lightly circling the tip; his hands slowly worked the buttons of her jeans loose and pushed them down her legs. “I want you to just stand there Fire,” his voice whispered huskily, “I want to worship you like I haven’t worshipped in twenty years.” She whimpered softly but obeyed his voice, she wasn’t sure how long she could stand there though, and she was turning into molten fire with his brush of his lips and hands.

Slowly his hands brushed up over her ankles to her calves, fingers calloused from years of music brushing as light as a feather over each inch. As his hands moved upwards his lips began to glide downward, again kissing and nibbling each satiny inch. Her mind shattered as hands and lips met, his hands slightly pushing her legs apart as his lips glided over her passion soaked nether lips. His tongue slid lightly in and out of her core, before flicking slowly back and forth over her clit. Slowly his fingers slid into her moist heat and began to pump in and out as his mouth suckled lightly on her hard lil nub.

Her fingers slid over his shoulder then dug in lightly as his teeth scraped feather light over her clit. She was splintering into a million pieces with each second, unable to do more than whimper his name. When his fingers wiggled inside of her, she screamed his name, “Ohhhhh Jonnnnnn godddddd,” and her passions honey flowed, coating his cheeks and filling his taste with the nectar he had gone without for so long.

Standing his eyes took in her flushed by passion face and lightly moved her backwards until she was seated on the bed. She slid back and up, her eyes watching his every move. With eyes dazed by pleasure she watched him as he slid his pants down his lean legs and moved to place himself on the bed above her. Bracing himself with his arms, his slowly positioned himself at the juncture of his legs, his hands slowly gliding up to rest on each side of her head. He bucked lightly against her rotating his hips slowly as his lips again took hers. As his tongue sought hers, she felt his hard length push inwards as he buried himself deep within her. He pulled out slowly then pushed downward again, slightly rotating to the side making her hips arch up to meet his.

His tongue mimicked the motion of his hard length he danced and teased hers. His body flexed with each moment as he slowly moved in then out of her wet heat. She was so tight, so hot that he dug his nails into the pillows, and her moans vibrating against his lips had him losing himself as he began to quicken the pace. As their sweat slicked bodies undulated against each other she raked her nails along his spine causing him to gasp. It was nearly more than he could take as he began to pump into her harder until she started begging.

“Oh God Jon, I can’t take this anymore, please, oh please, harder.” She was ready to explode with exquisite pleasure.

He lost control his thrusts becoming deeper and harder as she rose to meet each one, their soul and bodies in a perfect time honored rhythm. As his head dipped to blaze a trail of kisses over to her collar bone he bit down gently feeling her inner walls seize him and begin to milk him dry. She exploded around him as his own climax hit, sending them spiraling into oblivion.

With a deep felt shudder he collapsed on top of her, his hot breath blowing gently over her skin. She reached up to brush his hair from his face before giving him a tender kiss. They lay there together feeling each other’s heart beat as it lulled them both to sleep.

**((Maybe Someday, JonBonJovi and BonJovi))**