Chapter 41

After they entered the limo Amelia slid over to sit between David and Richie. That call had been a bit too close for her liking. Unknown immortals were an unknown factor that could end in a certain death for anyone. Gold flecked green eyes blazed as she glanced at Jon. “So tell me again whose bright idea it was to leave without me?”

“Red,” Richie began only to get a talk to the hand motion from Amelia.

“No don’t even Sambo. I know you; you’ll back him up from here to eternity and then some. I know who the control freak is here and I KNOW who decided not to wait on me and go on into that store. Isn’t that right Jersey boy?” She leaned forward a bit, her gaze steady on the man she loved.

For his part Jon was having a problem concentrating on her words as his eyes traveled to how her leaning forward was giving him a hint of heavenly skin leading to her breast. “JON FRANCIS BONGIOVI! I’m talking to you my face is up this way.” She leaned forward a bit further and reached out to put a finger under his chin and lift his face until he was looking her in the eyes. “What did I tell you about leaving without me or Adam with you? Can’t you do ONE simple thing we ask?” She turned her ire towards Richie, David and Tico, “I told you guys, he’s not ready. Why didn’t one of YOU come get me or alert me he was going to saunter out into the world to play fucking Rock Star unprotected?”

“Hey darlin, don’t go crawling the guys. I’ve been the boss for twenty-five years. They do what I want. I thought it was safe. Get over it babe. I’m a grown man last I checked so I can make my own decisions.” His fingers tapped against the handle of the door. “So you can just stop the lecture babe. I’m not gonna let this new thing in my life affect how I do things. I’ll just be more careful.”

Richie winced as he listened to his brother. He wondered if sometimes Jon was as smart as he seemed. Amelia had a point with what she was saying and Jon had brushed her worries off. He risked a glace at Amelia and the look she was giving Jon had him wanting to slide as far from the fall out as he could get.

“Oh so I’m lecturing you now is that right? What did I find in that store Jersey, an immortal! We don’t know how old or experienced that immortal was, you could be DEAD right now had I not gotten you out of there. Jon you HAVE to start thinking more strategically. YOU have to consider the what ifs now, more than ever.”

He leaned forward and grabbed her hands and pulled her into his lap. “Aw babe, don’t be mad at me. It all worked out okay after all didn’t it?” He flashed her a sexy pouty smile then whispered softly into her ear, “don’t make me beg baby; I’ll try to do better next time. What can I do to make it up to you?” His fingers brushed over her belly.

She bit back a whimper as she glanced up at him. She knew exactly what he was trying to do and damn it all it was working. She never could stay mad at him when he’d flash a pouty smile her way but she was going to have to try. He needed to learn that being immortal was serious business. She pushed his fingers off her belly and went to slide back to her seat next to Richie only to find he had his arms around her and was holding on to her. His arms were like steel bands, so strong and muscular and had her quite the prisoner. He had went right back to stroking her tummy and whispering sweet sexy things into her ears, all of it designed to make her forget her anger. She sighed softly and shook her head, her anger dissipating slightly but not entirely; it was however a way to get what she wanted for the night. “Jersey, you aren’t playing fair here and you damn well know it. I’m right about what I’ve said and trying to play on my emotions is just wrong.”

Jon laughed softly, “All’s fair in love and war babe.

Amelia growled softly and pried his hands apart and swiftly slid off of his lap back to the other limo seat. She turned her head and watched the country side flash by as the limo speed towards the arena. It was the hardest thing she’d done in her life; moving off of his lap and ignoring his sexy breathy teasing voice, but he had to learn that he had to be more careful.

Jon watched her as she studiously ignored him, with good right. He had a hard time ever admitting he was wrong, especially after twenty odd years of being the front man, the one responsible for the success of everything; it was time he realized that he wasn’t in control of everything now. He began to contemplate how to make things up to Amelia. He wasn’t sure but he had a feeling he’d be paying for today for a while. He wanted to do more than whisper sweet nothings to her, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be doing any of that until she wasn’t angry.

Within short order they had arrived at the arena and exiting the limo, Amelia swiftly walked off towards the backstage area, intent on putting a little distance between her and Jon. Jon for his part was just as intent to keep up with her and make things right. As David, Tico and Richie watched the two of them enter the arena they began to laugh. “You know,” David started, “For a control freak the boss is so not in control when it comes to her.”

Richie nodded as they started into the arena a grin flitting about his lips, “well I’d rather have him like this than the cold hard professional we’ve dealt with for all these years.”

“It is like my amigos, that she has breathed life back into him after all this time.” Tico added.

“That’s exactly it Teek,” Richie finished as they entered the building, “he was damned good all these years, no doubt about it, but he’s on fire now.”

As the three men walked down the hall to the dressing room they could hear a rather loud disagreement taking place; “I AM NOT WEARING THAT TONIGHT!”

“Why yes you are Jersey. It’s what the women want to see.”

“I HAVENT WORN THAT IN FIVE YEARS, IT’S TOO TIGHT!”

“Jersey, quit yelling honey, it’s not too tight, you LIKE it tight; all the better to shake your assets.” She reached over and trailed a finger along his chest, “Besides, it’s a good way to say I’m sorry for today and you ARE sorry aren’t you Jersey?”

Jon closed his eyes and groaned softly. She had him right where she wanted him, stuck between a rock and a very hard something. He nodded with a sigh. “If that’s what you want me to wear I’ll wear it, thank god it wasn’t something made with spandex.”

“Oh I thought about that Jersey, I really did, but I wouldn’t do that to you no matter how good you’d probably look in some of those get ups now.” Amelia laughed softly then kissed his cheek. “I’ll leave you to get ready.”

She walked out of the door about the time the guys entered granting each one of them a smile. “Your outfits are laid out guys. Dave, I went with one of your pullovers, nothing Liberace flashy tonight ok? As for you Teekie, basic black all the way for you. Richie, I have your hats ready and well something bright the way you like it.” She turned to him as she heard him clear his throat. “Yes Rich?”

“Um, what’s Kidd wearing tonight Red?” Richie was dying to know.

Amelia gave him a wide grin. “Oh you’ll see Sambo, you’ll see.”

The guys went on into the dressing rooms and started preparing for the concert. As they entered they saw Jon staring at a pair of jeans and a shirt with a look that would have had anything else spontaneously combusting. “Bro, you’re wearing that tonight?”

“Yep,” Jon’s reply was a bit soft and a tad mournful.

“She picked that out for you didn’t she?”

“Yep.”

“Are you really gonna wear it?”

“Richie, Do I wanna make love to her again or do I wanna lose my head?”

“You’re wearing it. Gotcha Bro.”

Jon walked into the bathroom and quickly showered. After patting himself dry he began to dress alternately cussing himself and the clothing. Damn the pants were tighter than he remembered, or maybe they were cut that way as he hadn’t changed sizes in all these years. With a groan he lay flat on the floor and slowly managed to get the zipper up. “I’m either gonna lose circulation tonight or split a seam, but she wanted tight and she damn sure gonna have it,” he thought as he pushed himself to his feet. Exhaling slowly he walked to the mirror and finished his preparations, never once sitting down. Truth be told he was a bit afraid to sit down as a seam somewhere might explode and show more Jovi than he was willing to show.

As he walked from his dressing room he nodded to his band mates who were also exiting their rooms. Each man arched a brow and took a second look at his outfit. “Can ya breathe Jon?” David quipped with a silly grin.

“Let’s hope so Dave.” Jon grimaced. “Maybe after I move around a bit they’ll give. Damn what I’ll do to apologize amazes even me.”

After knocking and getting a chorused “come in,” Amelia walked back into the dressing area, her eyes lighting up as she saw Jon in tighter than tight blue jeans and an off bluish black skin tight leather shirt. “Well don’t you boys all look just spiffy?” She smiled as she continued. “You got 5 minutes to get on stage guys.”

They all began to filter out giving her a high five as they exited. Just before Jon walked out the door she moved up to him and wrapped her arms around him, her hips grinding into his slightly. “Seeing you like that is hot, makes me even hotter Jersey.”

Jon could fill his pants getting tighter and just groaned. “Baby your just trying to torture me. Now I have to go on stage like this.”

She grinned and smacked his ass as he turned. “That was the entire idea Jersey. I’m gonna have fun watching tonight.”

She followed him as he ran to the stage and out as the beginning chords of the first song began to play. She stood on the side of the stage and watched as they entertained the crowd with their music. Jon danced and pranced as if he were twenty four all over again.



She was pretty sure there wasn’t a dry set of panties in the audience including her own, he was that on fire. She smiled as he announced that Richie would be singing the next song solo and watched as he quickly walked off stage as the strains of These Days began to play. He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms to steal a kiss, then began to do a slow grind dance with her as they both got lost in Richie’s steamy whiskey hued voice. The song was over all too soon and with a final stolen kiss Jon ran back up on stage his killer smile whispering out over the audience.


As that song wound down Jon began to talk. “You know ladies and gentlemen, I have to be the luckiest son of a bitch that ever walked this earth. And today it’s truer than it ever was.” As the band began to segue into Born to Be My Baby Jon ran to the side stage and grabbed Amelia’s hand pulling her to the stage. He began to sing as he held Amelia close. The song swiftly turned into Bed of Roses as he began to slow dance her across the stage. As they came to the stage exit he gave her a kiss and whirled back to stage front to finish the song.

The concert ended a half hour later with the singing of their national anthem. As the band all walked to the front of stage to do their normal bow Jon’s head snapped up as he felt the beginnings of an unknown immortal hum. It didn’t take him long to usher the band off stage, ignoring for once the calls of “more, more, more” from the audience, something that usually had him prancing back on stage for a second encore. The band recognized that something was up and they all crowded around him as they walked from the stage.

Walking up to Amelia who had been joined by Adam right after the Bed of Roses song Jon whispered, “Did you feel that?” They both nodded at him, intent on just getting out of the arena and avoiding what ever immortal had decided to attend a Jovi concert. As they walked to the dressing rooms so that the band could shower and change they didn’t realize their lives were getting ready to wander straight into the stress zone.

Cassandra, Witch of Donan Woods was already at the backstage door using her voice to charm her way into the meet and greet.