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This is a sequel to "The Concert"; in this one, you get Jen's version of the night -- I hope you enjoy reading it -- I had a helluva good time writing!

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Epilogue

Sterling and Jon were already in the room, sitting closely together on the couch, holding hands, their heads close together. They were talking softly, and trading soft kisses. It was really cute. I was still feeling pretty weak and light-headed and literally collapsed next to her on the couch, still basking in the afterglow. I don’t think it’ll ever fade. At least I hope not! What a hell of a night.

Jon had someone go get Sterling’s car. Guess the fairy tale was over. We hung around chatting comfortably about nothing until it showed up.

Sterling looked at me with that look. She was gonna do it. She was gonna ask the question that I know I’d been asking in my head since I found my ass up on stage. “So guys, what was it?” she asked. “What made us stand out from all the thousands of other girls out there? Not that we’re complaining, mind you, just curious.”

Jon and Richie looked at each other, and said in unison, “Your clothes.” Jon elaborated. “There you were, one dark, one light, just like us. You were labeled for us, having a good time dancing together…”

Richie interrupted, “And looking damned hot, too, don’t forget!”

“Yes,” Jon agreed, “there was that. We just saw what we liked, and here you are. Regrets?”

“Hell no,” we exclaimed together. Sterling and I exchanged knowing looks. Shit, if that’s all it took… Little did these two know that we had tickets for the second show they added. And we have washing machines.

Another steamy kiss apiece, and then we were walking out to the car with them. After they left, we collapsed into the car, looked at each other and screeched with delight. We could not wait for the next night's show. After that outburst, and with shaking hands, Sterling started the car and pointed it toward home.

On the drive home, we made a pact: We’ll always go see Bon Jovi together, and always in these clothes.

Chapter 5

With one powerful stroke, Richie rammed into me; sunk nearly to the hilt. I was stretched like never before and, God help me, I was now ruined for all other men. Nobody’d ever be able to compare. Not even close.

Once Richie was wrapped by my velvet vice, he lowered himself so he was laying on me; his weight almost, but not quite, crushing me. I locked my legs around his waist and drew him in a half inch deeper, and I swear that slight bit more of him was it. I was done. I screamed his name for real this time, so caught up was I in the throes of passion. Richie levered up, keeping me locked tight around him, and reached behind him for my ankles. I relented, and watched helplessly as he bent my knees back down near my ears and, well, fucked me stupid. It was everything I thought it would be. The feel of him stroking in and out of me was nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. I was no virgin, but this was truly amazing. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could hardly stay conscious. My eyes rolled so far back in my head, it would be a miracle if they ever came back. I think I felt my lids close, but I’m not sure.

Richie leaned over, making my feet brace on his shoulders, and he roughly pinched my nipples. I squeaked, and opened my eyes. Guess they still work. There were two of him now, holy shit, and they were both grinning widely at me. I didn’t care. There could be a roomful of cameras right about now, and I wouldn’t care. Hell, my Mom could be standing next to me, and I wouldn’t care. “Stay with me, I said,” he said sternly. I clenched around him and put my hands under my ass, to raise me up a little more.

“Make me,” I said.

Richie laughed a surprised little laugh that ended in a groan as I started matching the rhythm of his thrusts. He grabbed my ankles tightly, just tightly enough that I hoped he’d leave a mark, and pulled back until he was almost completely withdrawn from me. He slammed into me hard, making me scream his name. “Again!” I begged loudly. He did, withdrawing and slamming, over and over, until I couldn’t see. The waves of pleasure hadn’t stopped cresting, and I thought I would surely die. I didn’t, though. Richie sped his motions, hammering me faster and harder and he was growling at me, and all of a sudden I was flying. Literally off the planet. I was gone. I shattered into a hundred million pieces, with his name a hoarse scream on my lips and indelibly written on my heart.

I heard my name on his lips, a rasping prayer, and felt him empty into me. The pulsing of his vein was too much. I screamed helplessly, and tears were leaking from my eyes. I couldn’t help it. My senses were so overloaded that the sweat that was slicking my skin was heavy. The sound of our ragged breathing was deafening. The smell of our musk mixed together was overpowering. When Richie collapsed on top of me, panting, his breath was electrifying.

I managed to extract my hands from under my ass, and stroked them lightly up and down Richie’s spine, making him mewl and whimper a little. He placed butterfly kisses across my face and neck, and rolled toward the back of the couch, taking me with him, our bodies still joined. I’m pretty sure I could pass out now. I sighed and closed my eyes, but not before seeing Richie’s eyes closed and a sweet smile on his face. We laid there for a good fifteen or twenty minute before either of us could stir.

“Darlin’,” Richie said.

“Yeah, babe,” I retorted, sleepily.

“You were right about the shower. We definitely did this right.”

I started laughing, and once I started, I couldn’t stop. I was hysterical. It wasn’t even that funny, but damn I couldn’t stop laughing. “Well, Richie,” I said, tears streaming down my face, “you did it.”

“Did what?” he asked.

“Fucked me stupid, that’s what.”

“I aim to please, darlin’,” he said.

“Shit, you certainly hit what you aim for,” I said, still giggling.

Richie slipped from my body and stood, helping me to my feet. Stumbling and laughing, we made it into the shower. We had a leisurely time playing and washing and laughing with each other. Honestly, this was the most intimate part of the night, and what I’ll remember most in the days and nights to come. When we exhausted the hot water, we wrapped each other in fluffy towels, and stood side by side at the mirror to comb our hair. Our eyes met in the mirror, and we smiled shy smiles at each other.

When we were done, we dressed silently, and made our way out to the common room together, holding hands.

Chapter 4

I looked at Richie through half-open, glassed-over eyes. He was looking quite pleased with himself, and quite beautiful, propped up between my legs. I let my head fall back and let out a yelp. I’d forgotten we were on the hard, cold, tile floor. Richie laughed at me. “You alright, darlin’,” he asked.

“Just fine, sweetheart; just fine,” I answered. I moved to bring my legs in together, but Richie stopped me.

“Uh, uh, Jennifer. You promised me, whatever I wanted.” He opened my legs forcefully, but not enough to hurt me. He started kissing my thighs again, his beard tickling me again. Oh God, he can’t mean to do that to me again, can he? So soon?

Richie abruptly sat up, crossed his legs, lifted my ass into his lap, and pulled me up by my arms. He kissed me deeply, and I knew we could each taste ourselves on the other. That mingling of sacred, secret flavors was almost unbearably erotic. I moaned, and let my hands play over Richie’s hair, arms, shoulders, back – whatever I could reach. Richie had me wrap my legs around his waist, and he carried me to the other room –to the couch. He laid me down gently, and climbed on top of me. He let his weight rest on me for a minute, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Then he moved to lay next to me. The couch was nearly as big as a bed, so there was plenty of room, but I whimpered at the loss of contact. Richie shook his head and grinned at me. “Darlin’ Jennifer, you owe me another scream.”

I started laughing a nervous little twitter – God; I sounded like a naïve virgin. It didn’t faze Richie, though. He simply captured my mouth in a kiss. When I raised my arms to encircle his neck, he captured my wrists and held them over my head. He broke the kiss and looked at me with mischief in his eyes. “Anything I say, right?” I gulped for air and nodded. Richie gently kissed me.

“You got it, babe,” I said.

Richie looked at me. “’Babe’ is for the faceless, nameless hoards,” he threw my words back in my face. “Me, you call by name if you please.”

I smiled. “Anything you say, Richie.”

“I’m counting on that.” He kissed me again. “Turn over onto your stomach.” I jumped a little. I was a starting to get a bit nervous. Richie sensed my hesitation and looked into my eyes. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” he said, seriously.

“I’m up for anything,” I said. I damn well wasn’t wimping out now.

“Relax,” he said.

I tried. I turned onto my stomach, and turned my head toward Richie. He kissed my shoulder, and let a hand trail down my back, making me shiver. He trailed his fingers over the globes of my ass and dipped in between to find my wet heat. He raised my knee over his hip, opening me to his exploration. He eased two fingers into me from behind, pushing them slowly and steadily. He smiled at me, and kissed my lips gently. He pumped slowly, letting me adjust to his fingers, and added a third. When I gasped, he chuckled, and began pumping me a bit faster.

My eyes locked onto his and could not look away. I could feel the waves building; could feel the tension growing in my gut. Shit, I haven’t even come all the way down from the first one yet – this was going to be bigger – I could tell. My eyes started to roll back and Richie stopped moving. My eyes flew open with a question in them. He simply grinned evilly and leaned in to kiss me again. When our tongues met, he started wiggling his fingers inside me. God, what a sensation! I started squirming on the couch and reached down between us to find Richie rarin’ to go. He started pumping me again, slowly and forcefully. I contemplated just screaming for the hell of it, because I badly wanted to be fucked stupid by this man. Now.

I wrapped a hand around Richie’s cock, and started slowly pumping him; keeping up with his rhythm. He leaned back with a groan and closed his eyes briefly before locking them once more onto mine. He hastened his movements, and I did mine. He chuckled at me and attached himself to my mouth, our tongues battling mightily with each other. I gripped Richie tighter and he growled in my mouth. He started pumping me harder, slamming into me over and over again, and I started going over the edge. The scream started with the passion waves somewhere in my toes, and by the time the waves reached the surface, my voice forgot how to work. I made these strangled, helpless grunts and groans and one long moan as my head spun and the room started to turn black.

Richie broke the kiss and looked at me. On a hoarse whisper he commanded, “Stay with me, Jen.” I tried to focus on his voice, on his face, but I couldn’t. I was truly going to be passed out in about thirty seconds. A first for me.

Richie gentled his hand, and I did scream this time, but in protest. “God, Richie!”

“Close enough,” he said, and roughly removed his hand, and flipped me underneath him.

Chapter 3

The room Richie carried me to was small, but uncluttered. There was a wardrobe rack, a couple of guitars strewn about, a table covered in hats, and a large overstuffed couch. A door in the back of the room led to what I presumed was the bathroom. God, I hope it had a shower. That was something I wanted to do with Richie. Shit, there were so many things I wanted to do that a lifetime wouldn’t be enough time. Guess I’d have to pick my top three and leave it at that. For now.

Richie made for the couch, and stood me up next to it. He slowly peeled my jeans from me, and took my boots off for me. In stocking feet, I had to crane my neck to look into those gorgeous puppy-dog eyes. Eyes that now had shifted from the creaminess of milk chocolate to nearly black. Richie let his hands trail up my legs, to my inner thighs, and I think I whimpered. I must have, because Richie chuckled at me. He stood and took me in his arms again, kissing me thoroughly, making my head spin.

“Jennifer,” he said, between nibbles at my lips, “I’m pretty grungy – what do you say to helping me clean up?”

What do I say? “Hell yes!” I think I said it a little too loudly, and clamped my hands over my mouth.

Richie chuckled. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “These rooms are soundproofed.”

“Good,” I said, with a twinkle in my eye, “because I’m a screamer.”

Richie laughed a real belly laugh at that one, and swept me up again, spinning me around. “You’re fun. I like you.”

“Shit, I hope so,” I said.

He carried me to the bathroom which was nearly as large as the other room. It was dominated by an over-sized shower stall. Richie let the water run until it was good and hot, and started to remove his clothes. Uh-uh. That was my job, and I told him so. I reached for the two buttons on his vest and slowly undid them. I pulled the sweaty leather from his body and dropped it behind me. I smoothed my hands over his chest. God, he waxed. His skin was smooth as satin. I leaned into lick at him. Mmmm. He was deliciously salty. “Are you sure you have to clean up now?” I asked, alternating between licking and kissing him and running my hands all over his torso, feeling the muscles bunch and clench. “I kinda like you all sweaty and dirty, and hell,” I looked up at him with a sly smile of my own. “If we do this right, you’re just gonna need another shower.”

Without a word, Richie leaned in to turn off the shower. When he looked back at me, there was a hunger in his eyes that made me weak. I dropped to my knees and unfastened his pants. I could see the pulsing bulge of his erection straining against the leather. Damn, it must be hot in there. I slowly eased the pants down, revealing him inch by glorious inch. He was brown all over; he must sunbathe naked. Oh, that was an image I was going to keep with me forever. When I got his pants down around his ankles, he braced his hands on my shoulders while I pulled his boots off, then eased his pants off the rest of the way. I sat back on my heels and just looked my fill. He was beautiful. Sculpted by the Gods, to be sure.

I kissed my way up one leg and down the other, enjoying the little growls that Richie made. I did that to him. Me. I let my hands trail behind my kisses, and raked my fingernails across his skin. He shivered a little, which emboldened me. He seemed to be actually enjoying this exploration, rather than just wanting to get to it. I licked at his balls, and groaned at the taste of him. The sweat mixed with his natural musk; it was overwhelming. I wanted more. Without hesitation, I took him deep into my mouth, and still didn’t get him all. Jesus, he was big. I rocked back and forth on him, sucking greedily. I brought my hands around behind him to cup his ass, and ticked at the crease just a little. Richie’s breath hitched, but he didn’t flinch away, so I did it again. He groaned, and threaded his hands into my hair.

With a strangled breath, he whispered my name. “Jennifer,” he said, “I can’t take too much more of this.”

With an exaggerated suck, I brought my head back until he slipped from my mouth. I reached for some towels, and dropped them on the floor behind him, making a cushion. I urged Richie to sit, then said, “I can.” With a sassy wink, I closed my eyes and took him into my mouth again, relaxing my throat and inching forward until my nose was pressed into the thatch of hair above his cock. Richie cried out, and fell back, lying on the floor. I worked between his legs, pumping up and down on him until I felt his legs tense. I smiled a little as Richie growled a second before exploding in my mouth. He was absolutely delicious. I gentled my mouth, giving little sucks and nips and licks until his breathing evened out.

I sat up and looked down at him, smiling. His eyes were closed, his mouth gaped open a little, and his arms flung out over his head. This was a man who had let himself submit completely to pleasure. “What are you smiling at,” he asked, without opening his eyes.

“How did you know I was smiling?” I asked.

“Darlin’, if you aren’t smiling a little self-satisfied smile, then there’s something wrong with you.”

“Baby, there isn’t anything wrong with me,” I said with a little sass in my voice, “except that you’re naked and I’m not.”

Richie looked at me, sat up, and pulled me into his lap. “We’ll just have to remedy that, won’t we?” He unceremoniously stripped the Sambora shirt over my head and flicked open the front-catch on my bra with a finger. He used his teeth to pull the straps down my shoulders, following their progress with kisses, and making me squirm in his lap. I could feel him stirring beneath the g-string I still wore. I was breathless with anticipation. He latched his mouth onto one puckered nipple, and let the calloused fingers of his left hand play over the other. The rough skin against mine made me arch back, stopped only by the arm that had somehow snaked around my waist, holding me fast. I pushed my hands into Richie’s hair; the sweat-soaked locks feeling like liquid heaven. I gasped when he bit me lightly, and he chuckled against my skin. Gently, he lifted me from his lap and sat me on the floor between his spread legs. He pulled his head back to look at me and smiled.

“Remember what you said earlier?” I gave him the RCA dog look, then I remembered. I got a chill that racked my entire body.

“Anything you say,” I said on a whisper.

Richie’s eyebrows wagged up and down. “Didja mean it?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” I said.

“Well,” Richie said, “what I say is, I want you screaming my name at least twice before I fuck you stupid. No faking it either. I can tell you know.”

“Why the hell would I fake it?” I asked incredulously. He’s got to be kidding. Why would I have to? I’m practically coming now.

Richie pushed me back so I was leaning on my elbows, and eased back from me. He hooked his thumbs into the straps of my g-string and pulled roughly, the delicate straps breaking under his strength. My eyes darkened and narrowed, and I looked at him with such lust and heat and desire, that I knew he knew what I was thinking. He shifted to lay on his stomach, raised my knees and lowered himself between my legs. He blew gently on my moist, heated flesh. “Oh God,” I moaned, dropping all the way to the cool tile floor.

“Now, Jennifer,” Richie said with a whisper, “I haven’t even started yet.” He stroked my nether lips with one gentle finger, making me arch off the floor with a groan. Richie chuckled and kept stroking me gently, almost reverently, kissing and nipping at my inner thigh, his goatee tickling my sensitive skin. Gradually, his stroking got harder until his fingertip was dipping into me, teasing me, with every stroke. My head lolled back and forth on the tile. The torture was exquisite. My thighs dropped open just a little wider, and Richie chuckled. He spread me open with one hand, exposing the hard little nub within that was all but crying for attention. Richie licked at it, and I moaned his name.

He laughed. “That doesn’t count. I need a scream. You really are a screamer, aren’t you?”

“Unh, you don’t know the half of it,” I said, panting. I was so close to the edge that I felt sure the next touch was going to send me spiraling over the edge.

Richie latched on to my clit, and sucked hard. I sat up straight, screaming, “RICHIE!” as fireworks went off in my head and spasms shook my entire body. God, I was loud, but I couldn’t help it. I think that was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Good Lord. He was still licking and lapping at me, taking all my juices, while I convulsed helplessly on the floor.

With one last gentle kiss, he raised his head and winked at me.

“That’s one,” he said, smiling.

Chapter 2

I couldn’t tell you the rest of the set list. I couldn’t stop touching my ear, and was completely preoccupied with the little card burning into my ass. When the final encores were done, and the band made their bows, Jon and Richie pointed at us and winked. We waved back and smiled. Here we go!

We waited for most of the crowd to thin out and found one of the big security guys from earlier and showed him our passes. He brought us back to the dressing area, and it was empty. Not exactly what I had hoped for. I didn’t really think I’d be getting naked and horizontal with the King of Swing, but I at least thought we’d be in the backstage party with these passes. Huh. Sterling and I walked around, touching everything, and I couldn’t resist smelling some of Richie’s things. I very nearly filched one of Richie’s hat-scarves, but contained myself. I compensated by taking Richie’s trademark Stetson and plopping it on my head. I look good in hats. I admired myself in the mirror, then turned to Sterling and said, “Can you believe this? We must have done something right in a past life to deserve this!”

“No kidding,” she said. She was brushing her hair with what looked like Jon’s hairbrush. Guess that’s better than stealing something,

“God, where do you think they are?” I complained.

“Don’t know. What the hell are we doing here?” she asked. She sounded as incredulous as I felt.

I sighed impatiently. “Waiting. I don’t do good waiting.”

“Me neither. I have an idea.” She took out her camera – brilliant!! – and took a picture of me wearing Richie’s hat. I took her picture sitting in Jon’s chair at the hair station. We took a zillion pictures of us touching everything. Sigh.

The door opened, freezing us in our tracks. Jon and Richie rushed in, talking to someone over their shoulders. “Thanks everyone. We need to get showered and out of here. Enjoy the party.” They stopped when they saw us.

“Well, well, well,” Richie said. “You came. We weren’t sure you would.”

What, are they stupid or something? Of course we weren't going to pass this up! I was still giddy from the dance earlier in the evening, and am a smart ass anyway, so it didn’t really surprise me when I tipped Richie’s hat rakishly over my eye and answered, “Oh, we will; we just haven’t yet. We were waiting for you.” God, the look on Sterling’s face was priceless. I know she wanted to smack me one. I do that to her all the time. Fortunately, the guys just looked at each other and laughed at my remark, although Richie’s eyebrows shot up.

Richie came to me and scooped me up in his arms. I love strong men. He sat me down on his lap, which had one hell of a lump in it, and flicked the brim of my hat. Yeah, my hat. I’m gonna do my best to keep it. “So, darlin’,” he said, smiling at me, “What’s up?”

I arched an eyebrow in perfect imitation of him, making him laugh loudly. I heard a door slam and looked up. Seems like Sterling was on her way to Jonny-land.

“I know you know my name,” I said to him. “’Darlin’’ is reserved for the faceless, nameless hoards. Me, you call by name if you please.”

“Sassy one, aren’t you, Jennifer,” he emphasized my name, making me shiver.

“Damn straight, darlin’,” I emphasized the endearment before I latched onto his mouth. No sense in pretending I was here for the stimulating conversation or outrageous flirtation that Richie is known for. Not that would have been bad, mind you, but I missed the last half of the concert of the year because of the naughty thoughts I was having about this very thing. No way was I going to miss out on a second of it.

Richie’s hands reached up to cradle the back of my head and flipped the Stetson off. I was going to whine about that, but he shifted the angle of my head ever so slightly and thrust his tongue in deep. Good Lord, what a rush. After what seemed like hours he lifted his head from mine. “I think we should go somewhere more private,” he said.

“Anything you say, Richie,” I said on a whisper. “Anything you say.”

He smiled a sly smile at me and winked. “You just remember you said that,” he said huskily, as he stood, keeping me in his arms. I flipped off Richie's hat and thread my fingers into his hair, nibbling on his neck as he made his way toward a door in the back of the room.

Yikes!

Chapter 1

Goddess’ Note: This is Jen’s perspective of The Concert. If the story seems familiar that’s why!

"Holy shit! He did NOT just lick his lips at me," Sterling said to me.

"The hell he didn't," I retorted, a little pissed that the object of her obsession paid attention to her, and mine didn’t.

We had front row seats during the HAND tour in Detroit. Fantastic views (of course) and DAYUM, they were so unbelievably close, we could practically smell them! Jon had noticed my friend and played to her and therefore our part of the audience all night, throwing looks and winks and whatnot our way, and we couldn’t help but play right back. I mean, I’m a devout Richie Gal, always have been, but really, when Jon does his thing? There’s just no ignoring him. I mean, he is scrumptious – absolutely delicious. Even I have that moment of "Richie, who?" ya know?

So Sterling and I, we were having a hell of a time; singing along and dancing with each other. We made quite a pair tonight. We looked hot and we knew it. We were both wearing tight, low-rise jeans with cropped t-shirts. Hers was white, with Jon's face on it, and mine was tight and black, accenting my most noticeable feature, with "Sambora" spelled in gothic letters across the front. I saw pictures of Richie in a similar shirt and had to have one. I know – that’s obsessive, right? Yep, you pegged me. I’d have a hat collection too, if I could find good ones that didn’t cost a small fortune.

Anyway, the boys were in very fine form, as expected, and had all of us in the audience dancing and singing our hearts out. Richie had me more than a little turned on, and I could see Jon was doing the same for Sterling. We were playing up the excitement, dancing close with each other without taking our eyes off the boys. For some reason, guys simply can’t ignore two women dancing together. I know they noticed us.

They were finally singing ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’, and it was my favorite version, the one from This Left. It has that bluesy, sexy music, Jon's sweet voice, and Richie. God, Richie. Did I tell you how he looked? Fan-frickin-tastic, that’s how. He was gloriously sweaty and all clad in tight leather and had a scarf tied around his hat – I love when he does that. His vest was barely covering anything, and showed his arms to perfection. God, just imagining those around me. And Richie’s guitar? What he does with his hands on that guitar could make a nun wet…

Sorry, got distracted for a minute there.

Anyway, about ten seconds ago, when Jon sang "paint that smile on your pretty lips," Sterling blew him a kiss, and damned if he didn’t take the bait, looking straight at her and licking at those pouty, plump, perfectly delectable lips. It’s SO exasperating that she always gets what she wants. Tonight, she wants Jon, and it seems that he wants her, too.

Lucky bitch.

I say that with nothing but love.

No, really.

I didn’t have any more time to obsess about my Karma deficiency – Richie’s solo was happening now. Holy hell. I might have been fine if he just played, but when he started to scat, his mouth up close to the mic, and his eyes closed, and that little shoulder thing he does? I was done for. I felt the little pulse through the ol’ nether regions, and the dampness that comes with it. Pun intended. Ha, ha, ha. God, to feel those fingers play me like they do his guitar. And his talkbox? What I wouldn’t give to trade places for just one song…

I was jolted out of my fantasy by Sterling, who gave me a hard elbow to the ribs. I turned to say “What the hell?” and stopped. There Jon was, crouching down in front of us at the edge of the platform, singing. I could do nothing but stare. Christ on a crutch, he was literally three feet away from me. If I wanted to risk the wrath of the security guards, I could have reached out and pinched his cheek. The lower cheek.

Jon, of course, was smirking at us, knowing full well what was going through our heads at that moment. Jon eyeballed my "Sambora" shirt and smiled, then motioned for Richie to come over. No frickin’ way! Richie turned to Bobby and said something, and the other guitarist picked up the lead while Richie unstrapped his guitar, grabbed his mic, and strutted to the edge of the stage to squat with Jon. I was rooted to the spot. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t move if my ass suddenly burst into flames. And damn were their pants ever tight. Absolutely delicious and let me tell you, the photos don’t do them justice. Not by a long shot.

By now, the women near us were trying to get around or through us to get their hands on these two Gods before us – who could blame them! The two of them were singing to us (at least Richie was, I have no idea who Jon was singing to), and then Jon distracted me by talking.

"Hey, Rich," he said, in his aged whiskey voice.

"Yeah, brother," Richie answered, his own voice smooth as satin.

"Ya see these two fine ladies right here? They're labeled, one for you, one for me."

"Ain't that convenient," Richie said, laughing. God, I clenched again. He looked right at me when he said that.

“Yeah, it sure is.” Jon grinned at us, and continued talking. “D’ya suppose they want to come on up here and dance with us?” The crowd screamed. Sterling and I had to grip each other to keep from falling down.

Richie laughed. “Brother, I think those two want to do more than dance.” No shit, Dick Tracey!

Jon nodded to the BIG security guards who lifted us up to sit on the stage. They winked at us, trying to get us to relax. Uh-uh. Not happening. I, at least, was hyper aware of everything. Sterling and I looked at each other and giggled. Like little schoolgirls. I mean, OH MY GOD! If this isn’t a dream come true for any true Jovi fan, I don’t know what is. Richie took my hand to help me up, and Jon took Sterling’s and I lost track of her. Sterling who? I found myself being held by those incredibly strong, muscular arms. Sigh. I had three inch heels on, enhancing my 5’8” frame, and I still had to tilt my head back to look into those gorgeous milk-chocolate eyes.

Richie pulled me in close, and whispered into my ear, "nice shirt." His breath was warm and sweet and it tickled a little. Oh yeah.

"Thanks," I said, smiling. "I like it."

He danced me around a little, making me dizzy, although I don’t think that was from the dancing. It was the man. I let out an unsteady breath, and couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was just perfection. His dark hair curled slightly around his collar, and his chest was smooth and, well, just perfect, I was tempted to pull at the leather thongs around his neck, but with my luck, I’d break the damn things. I contented myself with just staring.

Richie laughed at my awestruck expression. “What’s you’re name, darlin’?”

I had no idea. What the hell is my name? “Uh, Jennifer.” I think. That sounds right.

“Sorry Jennifer; I didn’t know that was a hard question.” Oh, my name from his lips is the best thing I’ve ever heard. “I’ll try something easier. How are you enjoying yourself so far?”

“This is just about the best night of my life,” I said. I haven’t blinked in about three minutes now, and my eyes were starting to feel it.

Richie put on a pout. “Just about?”

“Well yeah,” I said, before I could stop myself. “It would be the best night if we were naked and horizontal together.” Uh-oh. My name I can’t manage to say, but this I can?

Richie just looked at me, with a sly smile on his face. His eyes darkened and narrowed just a little. “That can certainly be arranged, Jennifer,” he said in my ear, before licking it.

Aaaah!

I was pretty sure I was gonna pass out from that contact, and I had to brace myself on Richie’s smooth, tanned skin. I know, poor me. I could feel his heart pounding, and I told myself it was me that was doing that to him. Suddenly, I sensed someone next to me and next thing I knew, I was being dipped deeply and given a smacking kiss. Jesus, I was never going to come down from this high. I don’t think I can ever wear these jeans again, either.

Richie spun me back around to the edge of the stage and the waiting arms of the security guys. Damn. Why couldn’t they have kept singing that song for another hour or two? Huh? Damn that Karma again. My legs were shaking so much that a quick swat to the ass nearly sent me off the edge of the stage. Sterling recovered from her swat better than I did – she raced over to smack Jon’s ass for him. That was awesome. I wish I had thought of that. With Richie, not Jon.

As the security guards set us down on the floor, they slipped cards into our back pockets, and whispered, “pass for after” in our ears. Whoa. When our feet were firmly back on the arena floor (physically at least) Sterling and I just held onto each other’s hands, and smiled. Things were going to get interesting. I was gonna get naked and horizontal with Richie Sambora. Holy hell. Thank God I shaved today.