Chapter 31

Amelia sighed as she tried for the fifth time to get up off the couch. A sleeping Jon was a force to be reckoned with it seemed. She grinned as the words ‘An irresistible force meets with the unmovable object’ filtered through her thoughts. His arm was like a steel band around her, keeping her firmly within his sleeping grasp, which normally wouldn’t bother her, but Dammit she needed the little girl’s room and she needed it now. Reaching up she lifted a strand of her hair and started tickling his nose. She didn’t want to wake him up, but sometimes when push came to shove you had to tease the lion in the cage. Slowly she tickled his nose and watched as one lazy hand reached up to brush the offending object away before turning to bury himself deeper in the warmth beside him. Well that didn’t work; she was more stuck than before. She tried the ear next, brushing silken strands of red just inside the lobe of the ear, slowly and carefully teasing the tender skin there. Once again a sleeping Jon brushed at tickle, a soft murmur and groan vibrating from his mouth to her neck. Well, that wasn’t working either; it was time to use drastic measures. Lifting her arm she bent it slightly and gave one elbow to the middle as she bucked hard against him with her hip. As he slid to the floor ass first and arms sprawling she bolted and ran smack dab into Adam who was coming in the door. “Move it old man the lady’s gotta bolt,” Amelia gasped out as she pushed him to the side and dashed up the stairs and down the hall to the room she should have been in the night before.

Adam walked in to the room to find Jon still sprawled out on the floor legs and arms every which way between the couch and coffee table. “There are better places to sleep than the floor Rock Star.”

Jon looked up at Adam blurrily. “Last I remember I was asleep on the couch holding a teensy little spitfire after keeping her from bolting on me again. Hmm come to think of it where IS she?”

Adam laughed. “Well considering how she shoved me to the side and bolted upstairs I’d say the lady needed the loo something fierce.” Adam kept himself from laughing even harder seeing the obvious look of relief on Jon’s face. “So she nearly bolted last night did she? What did you do to her Rock Star?”

Jon shook his head, “not a thing, she just misread something she saw. It’s all cleared up Adam. Also we are going to be leaving here today for my New York apartment if that’s ok. It’s time for me and Dot to make a clean break.”

Adam shook his head. “I don’t think New York is a very good idea, a few too many bloody immortals there at times. Someplace quiet and isolated would be a lot better for the time being. It would be even better if it were in a warmer climate.” He hated cold weather, and with this being the Rock Star he could afford someplace warmer.

Jon thought about that and nodded. “Let me go get ready for the day and start packing, I’ve got a few places in mind so I’ll discuss it with you, Amelia and Rich over breakfast.” As he walked from the room his mind was already shuffling and discarding idea after idea of where he could safely move them all too. It had to be a large place, with space enough to train without being seen, yet cozy enough to invite song writing. He remembered the perfect place and reached for the phone making a swift call to the Realtor he always used. Within moments he had finalized the deal, offering more than the place was worth, and had the realtor promising to send a courier for signatures before lunch time. He stood and went to take his shower a slight grin playing about his lips. Boy were they all going to be surprised when he pulled this rabbit out of the hat.

After showering he packed all of his belongings a tiny twinge of sadness flowing through him. It came to him though that this was just a first time for him. He was going to live nearly forever, save losing his head, which meant he and Amelia might spend a few times changing lives. There would come a day he’d have to leave even his name and become someone new. People would begin to wonder when he never aged. He shook his head thinking he’d have to discuss that one with Adam. He was, for all intents and purposes Bongiovi and he never wanted to be different. Leaving behind the fame would be hard but he’d adjust but hell that would be years and years away. He carefully finished packing, placing a few framed photos of his kids on top of the final bag. They’d go with him everywhere and he would still be a part of their lives at least. Closing the bags he picked them up and walked downstairs ready to face the new day.

He walked into the dining room to a chorus of good mornings from everyone and took a seat next to Amelia. Leaning over he gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “The next time you need to go wake me gentler eh?”

Amelia laughed softly, “I tried for a while Jon, you sleep like the dead honey, sometimes we have to use drastic measures.”

“Just remember, Fire, payback can be quite interesting.” Jon grinned as he loaded his plate with all his favorites and realized he would have to hire staff for his new home, or better yet he could hand it off to Amelia. In his heart it was as much her home as his so let her take care of the boring things. “Which reminds me, folks, I have the perfect place for us to set up camp. It’s in the Highlands,” he paused as Adam nearly choked on his toast, “Not those Highlands Adam. It’s the Jersey Highlands area. I remembered a nice place there with lots of space that used house a church on the grounds. When the church burned, the land was sold to a guy who built a rather nice house there. It’s been on the market for awhile so I called the realtor and bought the place.” He looked at Richie as he continued, “it has a rather large guest house that will be perfect for a studio,” then looked to Adam and Amelia, “and a rather large building that was going to be a ballroom, perfect for training and storage of all things immortal. Amelia all you have to do is get it furnished and hire a staff.”

Amelia gave him a look that said “you’ll be helping I’m not the little housewife type,” which had Jon laughing hysterically.

“Fire honey, we COULD let Richie there decorate, and hire staff.” Jon grinned as he watched the play of emotions over Amelia’s face.

Amelia groaned as pictures of Playboy Mansion and greasy diner food played at the edges of her mind. Maids dressed like dancers and a cook that didn’t understand the intricacies of fine food. Oh yeah Richie as decorator had her salivating. She took one look at Richie and KNEW that’s what they’d get if Jon went through with what he said. “Ok, ok, OK! Jon you convinced me. I’ll help hire the people and help decorate, but that’s it.”

With that settled they enjoyed their breakfast then adjourned to return to their respective rooms to pack and get ready for their journey. Jon accompanied Amelia and watched her get ready, each time she walked past him he found a reason to brush his hand over whichever piece of skin was available. Those tiny brushes had her skin firing up at his touch and her emotions whirling. His butterfly wing touches were driving her wild. Slipping past him she nearly dove into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Turning on the shower she slipped into the stall with a soft sigh as the hot water cascaded over her skin.

Jon grinned; he hadn’t heard the lock engage. It was time for a little payback and a lot of wet fun. Quickly disrobing he slipped quietly into the bathroom and let the mist envelope him as he stepped into the shower behind Amelia. Reaching over for the soap he lathered his hands and began to slide them sinuously over her wet skin. She gasped suddenly, her eyes shooting open as she felt hands gliding over her body. Turning she saw that he had joined her and a heated look flared in her eyes. “Just thought I’d help a bit,” he offered with a boyish grin. He turned her back around and pulled her closer, his hands sliding over her wet skin, soaping each inch then teasing it in turn. As his hands slowly glided over her breasts he lightly pinched each nipple, getting a gasp in return, before moving on. His hand dipped lower, sliding between her legs, as he began to tease her in earnest.

Amelia lost herself in the sensations of his hands roaming her body, heating it up like the shower never could. She could feel his hardened shaft pressing against her hip as he continued slide his hands over her now drenched mound. She pushed back against his hard member, a soft whimpering sigh of need whispering over his ears. With a light push he moved her legs apart and buried himself deep within her. She reached out to brace herself against the shower wall as he began to pound into her, his fingers sliding over and around her clit and driving her insane with need. He flicked her clit again, receiving a yelped “OMG Jon, Harder” in response. Leaning into her his body undulated wildly against hers, his finger keeping beat upon clit. With is free hand he tweaked one nipple then the next urging the flames of passion even higher. Suddenly he pulled free and turned her, his lips finding hers in a teasingly heated kiss, his hands sliding over her back and down to her ass.

She ground against him as the kiss broke their need raging between them as she slid her lips down along his neck and to his nipples, biting each one gently before moving on. Her soapy hands slid over each glorious inch, teasing and pleasing him in a way he’d never felt before. She slid to her knees and lifted his hardened shaft in her hand, her tongue flicking out to tease the rim of the head slowly. Jon braced himself back against the shower a guttural groan escaping his lips as he felt each inch of his hardness teased by her tongue. Her hand slowly cupped his sac as she encircled his cock and took him completely into her throat. Swallowing slightly she allowed her throat muscles to massage him as she started humming. The humming vibrated against his tender skin and had him moaning out loud as she began to move her head back and forth, taking him deep then releasing him.

His hands tangled into her hair urging her upwards. “Much more of that Fire and I’ll be done with,” he whispered on shaky breath as he pushed her backwards against the wall and braced himself against her. Lifting one of her legs he slid his hardened shaft home again and began to pump in earnest. Her slippery hands slid over his back and raked slowly along his spine as she arched to meet each thrust. Her body began to shiver as liquid fire raced through her veins her moans increasing to near shouts. His moans met hers as their climaxes hit in tandem to each other pushing them over the edge.

Pulling her close he allowed their trembling to stop before gently washing her and then himself. He allowed the now cooling water to stem the fire raging inside of him. His hunger had been whet, he’d never have enough. Never have the time in hundreds of years to get his fill, but he’d give it his best shot each day if need be. Placing his finger under her chin he tilted her head forward and gave her a kiss designed to gentle and bring her back into the atmosphere. Amelia wrapped her arms around him, the cool water soothing heated skin and basked in the simple pleasure of being with him. He reached forward and shut off the water then stepped from the shower reaching back to help her step out. Wrapping a towel around her he bent and gave her another kiss, “that was just a promise of things to come Fire.” She smiled up at him, a saucy grin on her expressive face. “I like your promises Jonny. I really do.”

In his bedroom situated next to the Amelia’s shower, Richie grinned. Now that had been some easy listening and had his pants a bit too tight. Bout damned time the Kidd found his raunchy ass nature again. He stood a few moments later and hefted his bags, it was time to play. Stepping outside his door he managed to exit at the same time Jon and Amelia exited her bedroom. Giving Jon a grin and a wink he spoke. “And here I thought Kidd had lost it after all these years. Amazing what a man can hear just sitting on his bed and trying to mind his own business.”

As Jon grinned and quipped, “Jealous Asshole?”

Amelia, torn between blushing and running looked up at Richie and caught the wink he threw her way. “Actually I’m glad someone put the steel back in his ribbon darling. Knew it would take something unusual, he’s gotten pretty boring in his old age.”

Jon punched his friend in the arm. “Never been boring bro. Just under-stated.”

Richie shrugged, “yeah, yeah, yeah, you say POH TAY TOH and I’ll say Poh TAH Toh and they both mean the same. Bro?”

“Yeah Rich?”

“Does this mean we get to have fun again and rock the damned world while we can?”

Jon’s answer had Amelia grinning and mentally groaning. “Damn straight Bro, it’s time to raise a bit of Bon Jovi hell”

God help her, the rocket fuse was lit and it was time to hold on with both hands.