Seven

“Jon, I’m not going to ask you again to leave,”  Allegra said menacingly. 

“Good.  Then I won’t have to pretend not to hear you.”

Montana interrupted with, “I should probably go, Allegra.”  He could see that the two Italian tempers were about to clash, and that it was not going to be a pretty sight.

“That’s probably a good idea,” Jon said, staring a hole into the other man.

Allegra was giving the same look to Jon.  “I’m sorry, Montana.  Maybe it would be best.  I’ll probably see you around tomorrow.”

Montana didn’t look optimistic.  He was just grateful for the opportunity to get out before his boss completely lost it.  An evening in bed wasn’t worth losing his job over.  He raised his hand in a slight wave as he sidled by them, and out into the hallway.

Allegra closed the door behind him, wanting to retain a little privacy.  She turned to face her cousin.  “You wanna tell me what that was all about, Jonny?”  Her eyes were like chips of ice, her voice just as cold, and the endearment didn’t sound very endearing.

“Do YOU wanna tell ME what that was all about?” he countered.

“I had a man in my room with me.  I don’t think a whole lot of explanation is necessary.”

His eyes were snapping with blue electricity, and the muscle in his jaw was twitching. “Oh, I think that it is!”  Getting right up her face, he told her  “I was all about bringing you out here to ‘find yourself’ – or whatever the hell it is you’re doing.  I understand that you want to explore and expand your horizons and all that happy horseshit – but DON’T do it with my fucking crew!”

Allegra had to consciously restrain herself from slapping him.   “What’s your real issue here Jon?  I know it isn’t that your THIRTY-EIGHT year old cousin is enjoying the company of a man.  Because that’s NONE OF YOUR FRIGGIN’ BUSINESS!”

“Somebody has to watch out for you!”

“Dammit, I’m not your sixteen year old daughter!” Her voice rose along with her temper.

His escalated even further.  “You may as well be!”

“And what is THAT supposed to mean?!”

“You know good and goddamn well what it means!”

They were both shouting by now, and if the floor had any occupants other than Jovi crew, someone would be phoning management about them.

They stared unflinchingly at one another, neither willing to give an inch. 

Seeking out her ‘happy place’ and taking several calming breaths, she got her voice back at an acceptable decibel level, and tried to reason with him.  “Jon, I don’t know why, but you feel some misguided sense of obligation to protect me from life.  But I don’t need protection.  Consider yourself released of the responsibility.”

“Oh good!  That’s just what I was waiting for – your permission to not feel responsible.”  Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he rolled his eyes.  “Because that makes all the fucking difference in the world!  I can just completely not worry about you now.  Why didn’t you do that sooner?!” 

Allegra had had enough. “Jon, stop it!!”

She watched him visibly reign in his emotions, looking blindly out the window in an attempt to compose himself.  The muscle in his jaw was still ticking as he jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

After several moments he was once again able to speak in a normal tone, “You just don’t get it.”

“Then explain it to me.”

Shifting to meet her eyes, he said solemnly,   “Sweetheart, I’ve been on tour for the better part of twenty years.  I KNOW how these guys are.  They can get away with things on the road that would never be tolerated under normal circumstances.  They make women a disposable commodity – new town, new girl, a little fun.  Hell, I’ve done it myself more times than I can count.  That’s why I absolutely will not stand by and see you treated that way!  Stay away from the fucking crew.  Please!”

 She went to him, arms slipping around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.  His arms encircled her, hauling her close.

“I’m guessing it wouldn’t help to tell you that a little fun was all I wanted.”

He groaned, tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling.  “Jesus Christ, no, it doesn’t help!  You’re killing me Frannie.  I’m not used to having to worry about you.”

“Then don’t.”  She looked up into his face, and placed her hand on his cheek.  “You are the best protector anyone could have, but I’m a big girl.  If I need help, I’ll ask for it.”

Sighing deeply, he drew her close again.  “Promise?” 

“Promise.”

“Fine.  I can’t just stop, but I’ll try and put a leash on it.” 

“That’s all I can ask for.  Now for the last time,” She edged away from him and lightly tapped him on the arm. “Go see your wife!”

He laughed, grabbing her and putting a kiss on her forehead.  “Frannie, you know I love you, don’t ya?”

She opened the door, replying, “Yeah, Jonny, I do.  And you know I love you right back.  Now get out!”

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God, he couldn’t wait to find Dot.  He wished she’d gone with him to check on Allegra.  It wouldn’t have gotten as out of control if she had.  Instead, she’d made up some lame-ass excuse about finding something she’d left in the spa when she was there earlier.  He swiped the door key and stepped into the suite, tossing the key on the table. 

“Babe, I’m back,” he called out to the dark room.

Receiving no response, he flipped on the lamp and went to the bedroom.  “Dot?”

Finding it dark too, he switched on the bedside lamp.  That’s when he saw the neatly folded hotel robe lying on the bed alongside an envelope.  His curiosity was piqued, and he picked up the envelope, slipping his finger under the flap.  The message on the single sheet of hotel stationery was brief.

Call Extension 7800, undress, and put on the robe.  ~ D

Grinning, he wondered what his lovely wife had in store for him.  Whatever it was would be certainly be a welcome distraction. 

He did as the note bid him, dialing the extension on the bedside phone.   A young woman immediately answered the call with, “Serenity Spa, how may I help you?”

“Hi.  This is Jon Bon Jovi – “

“Yes, Mr. Bon Jovi, we’ve been expecting your call.  You’re in suite 5117, is that correct?”

“That’s right.”

“Someone will be up in just a moment.  Have a pleasant evening!”

He started to answer, but she’d already hung up.  Shrugging, he replaced the phone in its cradle and followed the remaining instructions on the note.  After wrapping the robe around himself, he stretched out on the bed to relax and wait.

It wasn’t long before he heard a knock at the door.  Checking the peephole, he saw a distorted view of a woman with dark-blonde hair and a black warm up jacket.

Cracking the door, he looked at her expectantly.  “Yes?”

“Mr. Bon-gi-o-vi?”  She asked with a bright smile, despite stumbling over the pronunciation of his name.  “Your wife sent me.”

He opened the door wider, standing aside and watching as she entered.  She wasn’t a young girl.  Probably not much younger than his own forty-seven years.  But you could tell she took care of herself.  Her body only looked soft where it should be, and pants that matched the jacket fit her shapely ass like a glove.  The dark-blonde hair was shoulder length, and worn in a messy carefree style, accented by highlights.  As she turned to face him, he was struck by her remarkable green eyes.

He closed the door and crossed his arms over his chest.  “You can call me Jon.  And you are?”

“Tina.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  Her eyes devoured him appreciatively from his bare feet to his tousled hair.  “I’m ready to get started whenever you are.”

“And what exactly is it that we’re getting started with, Tina?”  One eyebrow rose inquiringly.

Her brows rose in return.  “She didn’t tell you?”  At his negative reply she explained, in a voice smooth as honey, “Your wife wants to make sure you’re taken extra special care of tonight.   We’ll start with a nice, relaxing massage.  After that, it’s up to you.  There are extra… services… that we can discuss when the time comes.”   

 A slow grin stole across his lips.  It was going to be a good night after all.

“So where would you like me to set up?”

“I’ll leave that up to you.” 

“Bedroom it is then.”  A subtle heat simmered in her eyes as she repositioned the bag on her shoulder and sauntered toward the bedroom.  His dick twitched involuntarily, watching her hips roll with each confident stride. 

She put her bag on the floor and slowly twirled toward him, reaching for the zipper on her jacket.  Meeting his gaze, she leisurely tugged it down, until the jacket hung open at her sides.  She made a show of sliding it off of each arm and casually tossing it on the bed.

He sucked in a breath at the tight, low-cut emerald tank top that matched the color of her irises.  But it wasn’t her eyes he was focused on.  The brazen display of cleavage between her ample breasts directed his attention.

With a knowing smirk, she turned to extract the massage table from the closet.  It took her a moment to put it together, so he took advantage of the time to study her further.

On its own, her nose was a little too big, but it seemed to work with the rest of her features.  Gently arched eyebrows accented beautifully made up emerald eyes.  Their perimeter was smudged with something smoky that bled into the inky black lashes, and her lids were covered in a sparkly green shade that enhanced her eyes.  Subtle laugh lines framed a mouth slathered in deep red gloss, drawing his attention to the full bottom lip.  Shiny lips like that made a man ache to have them wrapped around his dick.

After stationing the table at the foot of the bed, she twisted to reach into her bag.  Pulling out a velour wrap to go around his waist, she offered it to him.  “If you’d like to remove the robe and put this on, I think you’ll find it more practical for our session. “   As she spoke, he noticed the faintest of dimples in her right cheek.  He was a sucker for dimples.  He’d once jokingly told Richie that his dimples were the only reason he’d gotten in the band.

His hand brushed hers as he accepted the garment.   Those hands looked more than capable of manipulating his muscles into a relaxed state.  The short nails were manicured and well kept, but adorned only with a clear shiny coat of something.

“You know what?  I think I’d be more comfortable without.” He said, tossing the wrap aside.  “And I don’t think relaxation is what I’m in the mood for.  How about we move on to the extra… services?”  Untying the belt of the robe, he let the lush terrycloth slide down his body to the carpet.  It left him wearing nothing but an impressive erection.

Flames leapt into Tina’s eyes and she could feel dampness growing between her legs.  He looks fucking amazing for a man half his age.  God, how did I get so lucky?

“Sure,” she agreed in a husky voice.  “What did you have in mind?”

Reaching out a hand to tug her closer, he stroked upward caressing the bare skin of her arms.  Hands resting on her shoulders, he gently pushed downward.  “Suck my cock.”

Their eyes clashed in a blue-green heat, and she slowly dropped to her knees to accommodate his request.

Cupping his testicles, Tina gently kneaded them, reveling in the sensation of the coarse hair scraping against her palm.  She had to taste them.  Burying her face in the juncture between his testicles and his dick, her tongue snaked out for a sample.  He shuddered as she inhaled his musky scent.  God, he smells so good. 

She nuzzled further down, drawing her tongue in circles around each of the soft globes in turn.  Suddenly she opened her mouth and drew one in, sucking firmly. 

His knees almost buckled.  “Fuuuck…”

She smiled with satisfaction, leisurely releasing her treasure and swiftly claiming its mate.  Once she felt they had been properly attended to, she leaned back from him to take in his face.

His head had dropped back, eyes closed and sweat beaded on his forehead.  He snapped his head forward when he realized she’d moved away.  The blue pools of desire that were his eyes threatened to drown her in their depths.   “Suck it.”  His hoarse command echoed in the quiet room.

Eager to comply, she guided the swollen head of toward her lips.  Her tongue crept out to lap up the bead of moisture that had formed at its very tip, and it was difficult to distinguish his groan of pleasure from hers as she tasted his saltiness.   She dipped to suckle on the underside of his erection, in that sensitive spot just below the head. 

“That’s it baby,” he crooned. 

A strong hand slipped around to the back of her head, letting her know that he wanted more. Allowing him to guide himself into her mouth, he pushed until the swollen head rested firmly at the back of her throat.  She swallowed, massaging him with the muscles of her throat.  His hips jerked reflexively, pushing deeper.

Jon watched her through half lidded eyes as those dark, glossy lips ate at him hungrily.  He brushed the bangs away from her forehead so he could see every stroke that he disappeared inside her, reemerging slick and wet. 

Tina hummed with satisfaction, sending tremors through his shaft.  Abruptly, he eased her away and pulled her to her feet.  His mouth clashed against hers, rough with need.  They broke apart, both gasping for air. 

“I want to fuck you,” he growled, pushing her pants and thong down in one swift motion.  Not allowing her to step out of them, his fingers immediately sought out the heat between her thighs.  He plundered through her dark curls, until he found the entrance he was seeking.  Finding that two fingers slid in easily, he buried his face in her neck and rasped, “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

She couldn’t focus on anything but the sensation of his fingers.  His middle finger easily found the spot that drove her wild and he quickly found his hand drenched.

“Jesus, you’re so wet!”  He stilled his hand and shook her slightly.  “Tell me.”

Not understanding, at first she only whimpered at the loss of motion.  Then he repeated himself, “Tell me!”

Realizing she’d never answered his question, she said, “Yes, I want to be fucked!  I want YOU to fuck me!”  Her hips moved seeking out the sensation he’d been giving her.

Jon slid his fingers out, and gripped both of her hips, spinning her away from him.  He pushed her shoulders down on the bed, leaving that beautiful ass in the air, begging for him.  Grunting, he pounded into her, burying himself balls deep.

‘Ohhh!”  Tina screamed at the unexpected fullness, instinctively bucking back to meet him.

His voice was guttural as he spoke randomly, his hips pumping into hers repeatedly.  “Good girl.”  She whimpered at the praise, meeting him stroke for stroke.  “That’s right.  Take it.”  Their flesh slapping together was an unbelievable aphrodisiac, driving them both to the pinnacle.   

Her thighs began to quiver, as she felt the first indication that orgasm was about to sweep over her.  She cried out in pleasure as her walls began to convulse around him. 

It was the signal he’d been waiting for, and his pumping became fierce and furious.  “Fuck, take it all!”  He roared, as he slammed into her one final time, holding her tight against him as he drained himself into her.

They both collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily, and he rolled to his side, taking her with him.  She finally kicked off her pants and thong, and snuggled herself into his chest.  Closing her eyes, she lazily drew her fingers through his chest hair and waited for the world to come back to order.

Jon looked down with an affectionate smile.  Damn, I love my wife.

“Babe?”  He gently nudged her.  “Don’t go to sleep with the contacts in.”

She groaned, slowly easing into a seated position.  “I hate it when you’re right.”  She pulled the pins out of her hair, and tossed the wig at him, rising from the bed.

“You’re a gorgeous blonde,” he called out, as she entered the bathroom.

He got up to pull back the covers and settle back in between the sheets.  Being gone all the time, my ass.   Stupid fuckin’ press.  This is the real reason we’re still happily married after twenty years. 

He grinned with satisfaction, as she crawled in next to him.  Leaning over her to reach the lamp, he turned out the light, pausing to kiss her softly.   “I love you, Dot.”