Entering the bar hand in hand they were immediately greeted by Paul.
“Hi Lindsay. Mind if I steal the boss here for a few minutes? There’s a couple of people I need him to talk to.”
“No problem. I’m going to go get a drink.” She turned to Jon. “Have you eaten?”
He shook his head. “No, but the guys will order up a feast for us.”
“Yeah, and we’ll grab a table.” David added.
She was sitting on a stool waiting for the bartender when Ryan came up and leaned on the bar beside her.
“Hi Ryan.” She replied. She was soon surrounded by the rest of his band. Ryan made the introductions.
“So Ryan tells us that you’re from Ontario.” Chad stated.
She nodded “Yeah, about and hour and half drive southwest of Toronto.”
“So tomorrow is like going home for you.” Chad noted. They were playing the Air Canada Centre the next night.
“Yeah, and I think my whole family is coming. My oldest nephew is a drummer in a band so Jon and Tico have offered to give him the full VIP tour.” She smiled.
“Well, if you need anything from us, just let me know.” He offered.
“Thanks, I may at least bring them around to me you if you don’t mind. I know at least a couple of them have seen you in concert a couple times, and would love to meet you.”
“Sure, no problem babe.” He answered.
They chatted for a while longer, about home, being on tour, music, then seeing Richie waving at her she grabbed her beer and slid off the stool. “Looks like my dinner has arrived. Nice to meet you guys. I’ll see you all later I guess.”
As she walked away Ryan looked at Chad. He recognized the look in his frontman’s eyes. “Hey man, she’s Bon Jovi’s woman.” He warned.
As they watched, Jon walked up to join Lindsay at the table, kissing her as he sat down.
“Yeah, but there’s no ring on her finger, so until she tells me otherwise, she’s fair game.” Chad declared.
Sitting down beside Lindsay, Jon reached for an onion ring. “I see you met Chad and the guys.”
“Yeah, they told me I could bring my family by to meet them tomorrow. They seem like nice guys.” She told him. He just grunted and reached for the nachos.
“Oh yeah, I’d almost forgot about the invasion of the Chandlers tomorrow.” Richie changed the subject. And the discussion turned to the various member’s of Lindsay’s family that they would meet the next day.
Sampling from the various plates spread over the table she turned to Jon. “You’re awful quiet. Something wrong?”
He shook his head. “Just a little tired I guess.”
“Well with the way you were running around the stage tonight, I’m not surprised.” She leaned in close. “Not too tired, I hope.” She placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed.
He grinned. “Sugar, I’m never that tired. What do you say we hurry up and eat and get out of here?”
“I’d say you read my mind.” She grinned back at him.
Ten minutes later they said goodnight to the guys and headed up to their room. Walking into the sitting room Lindsay dropped her purse on a table and started to take off her coat. Taking it from her he threw it on a chair, added his own, turned and swept her off her feet – literally. Ignoring her squeal of surprise he carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed.
Standing beside the bed, eyes locked with hers, he started stripping off his clothes. Lips curving, she settled back to enjoy the show. Watching her watch him, he slowed down. Easing his now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulder he let it drop to the floor. Toeing off his boots he kicked them out of the way and reached for the button on his jeans. Slowly lowering the zipper he watched her eyes follow the movement. Pushing the denim over his hips and down his legs he stepped out of his jeans, and stood for a moment and let her look at him.
“Do I meet with your approval sugar?” He asked huskily.
“Mmmm. You always have darling. Only one thing would make it better.” She answered.
“If you would come closer so that I can touch you.” She said softly.
Crawling onto the bed he straddled her waist, careful not to put all of his weight on her, just enough to pin her in place. Reaching out he slowly removed her halter top, threw it aside, and just looked at her for several minutes.
She could feel her skin heating under his gaze and her breasts swelling and firming, her nipples hardening. When she tried to touch him he shook his head and pinned her hands under his knees.
“Does that hurt?” He asked, not wanting to hurt her, just wanting her immobile and his hands free. She shook her head.
Reaching out with both hands he ran his fingertips lightly from her collarbone to her waist, watching the gooseflesh appear on her skin in his wake. “Are you cold?” He asked with a smile, as though he didn’t know what caused her reaction.
“No. I’m hot.” She answered closing her eyes to better focus on the sensations his hands were sending through her body.
He chuckled. “That you are sugar, that you are.”
He repeated his torture over and over, until she stifled a frustrated scream. “What’s the matter sugar? Don’t you like that?”
“Mmmm, it’s wonderful, but I need more.” She replied.
With a little half smile he cupped her breasts and circled the hard peaks with his thumbs….. over and over as her back arched trying to push her flesh more firmly into his hands. Understanding her unspoken request he obliged, tightening his grip and kneading for several minutes before backing off and squeezing her nipples sharply between thumb and forefinger. She cried out in pleasure.
Releasing her hands he moved off her to remove the rest of her clothing. When he had rendered her naked, he straddled her again – this time at her knees. Stroking her thighs lightly from knees to hips and back again he watched the muscles tighten and twitch. When she tried to sit up he placed a hand on her belly, holding her down. She growled in frustration.
Looking up at the sound he raised his brows. She glowered at him through slitted eyes. “I want to touch you too.”
“Later.” Was his only response as he resumed his stroking. She tried to buck him off, but only succeeded in making him chuckle.
Her skin felt like it was on fire and only his touch could soothe it. He was driving her insane. If he didn’t end the torture soon she was going to go up in flames.
Finally relenting he rose up, parted her legs and knelt in between, sitting back on his heels and just looked at her lying open before him. One fingertip nuzzled through her curls, stroking her sensitive bud. Her legs flexed involuntarily, opening her even more for his touch, her hips arching, asking for more.
“Jon! Please!” She panted.
“Too much?” He teased.
Leaning forward he braced his hands on either side of her shoulders. Bending he touched his lips to hers making sure that his chest didn’t touch hers. Licking and sucking he teased her until in frustration she bit him. Chuckling he gave in and captured her mouth thrusting deeply with his tongue.
Hands free and his body within reach she took full advantage. Stroking his back from shoulders to hips, she slid her hands around and stroked back up his chest, curling her fingers through his fur and teasing his nipples.
Groaning, he lowered himself on top of her bracing his torso on his elbows. Releasing her mouth he moved lower, licking her breasts, then blowing on them lightly before taking the tips in his mouth and suckling.
Her hips were undulating against his trying to urge him where she wanted him most. “Jon, please! You’re killing me!” She begged.
“What is it you want sugar?” He teased.
“I need you! I need to feel you inside me!” She sobbed.
“Like this?” He filled her in one quick stroke and then held still.
She gasped at his sudden entry, “Mmmm Yes!” Frustrated when he didn’t move and unable to help herself, her hips ground against him.
Raising his head he watched her. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, the pleasure she felt at the feel of him inside her clearly visible on her face. Suddenly, she went rigid and cried out. He could feel the spasms of her release gripping him. Unable to remain motionless, he started to move…slowly at first in deference to her recent climax. He watched the expression on her face change from ecstasy to surprise to intense passion.
“Oh God! Jon! Mmmmm yes! I need more!” Tossing her head from side to side she strained to reach the peak.
He slowed his rhythm. He wanted to see how high he could take her, although he wasn’t sure how much more he could take himself. His heart was pounding and he was gasping for breath.
“Noooooo!” She wailed. Raising her legs she wrapped them tightly around his waist pulling him deeper into her.
“God Lindsay! I’m not sure who’s killing who here!” He rasped.
Forcing her eyes open she locked them with his. The hunger and desperation he saw there almost did him in. When she raked her nails down his back he groaned and was lost. Thrusting deeper, harder he sent her over the edge, and watched her eyes go blank with the force of her pleasure.
Shutting his eyes, he lowered himself to lie fully upon her and with his next thrust found his own piece of heaven.
Rolling off her, he gathered her close. She looked up at him in wonder, her heart still pounding. Raising one still trembling hand she stroked his face. “God how I love you! What you make me feel!” She shivered “I don’t ever want to lose that.”
“I love you too. And you’re not going to lose me.” He hugged her closer and kissed her gently. As she relaxed against him and drifted off to sleep he pressed his lips to her forehead. “You’re MINE!”
She woke the next morning to the feel of Jon’s mouth nuzzling her neck, then her lips. When she murmured approvingly he teased her mouth open and kissed her thoroughly. Then he stopped and pulled away.
“Come on honey, shake a leg, we’ve got a plane to catch!” He grinned at her disgruntled look.
Narrowing her eyes at him, she reached out and grabbed a handful of his shirt – he was already dressed – and yanked him close. Kissing him she ran a hand down the front of his pants and stroked him until she could feel him getting hard against her hand. He groaned. Pushing him back she climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. At the door she looked back to find him watching her in disbelief.
“The next time you wake me like that you better be prepared to finish what you start or reap the consequences!” She turned and headed for the shower.
Boarding the plane she took a few minutes to explore. Curious she opened a door at the back and discovered it was a bedroom. Looking back at Jon who had been watching her, she raised a brow.
He shook his head. “Flight’s too short.” He chuckled at her look of disappointment.
Arriving in Toronto, they stopped at the hotel for a quick lunch then headed to the arena for sound check. They had dropped off their coats in the dressing room and were heading towards the stage when a young girl’s voice echoed down the hallway.
He turned and barely had time to brace himself before the girl plowed into him, hugging his waist. “Hi there sweetie.” The guys stood there stunned until they realized that Lindsay was just shaking her head.
“A relative of yours?” Richie asked.
She nodded. “My niece. Alexis, let him go now. He has to go to work.” She gently pulled the girl away.
“Can I watch?” Alexis asked.
“Sure. You can sit with me.” Her aunt replied.
The rest of Lindsay’s family had caught up with them now. Lindsay made the introductions and within minutes Tico took Kevin off for a VIP tour of the stage set up…particularly his drum kit.
Lindsay led the rest of them around to the seats in front of the stage so that they could all watch.
Looking around Lindsay checked on her various family members. Her Dad and Nick were in deep conversation with Obie as he explained the sound board and what he was doing, Kevin was on stage with Tico who was letting him try out his kit, Craig was checking out Richie’s various guitars under Al’s eagle eye, and the girls were all sitting in chairs in front of the stage listening and watching.
A movement in the doorway had her looking that way. Smiling, she waved as Nickelback came in and joined them while they were waiting for their turn. Lindsay introduced the girls to them and pointed out the rest of her family. When Craig saw them he immediately rushed down to meet them.
On the stage Richie watched the laughing group in the seats in front of them. Glancing at Jon he sighed. Walking over to him he murmured. “Relax man, they’re just talking.”
“I know.” Came the curt reply. He never took his eyes off the scene before him. “Hey Ob! You got what you need?” He called out. Obie gave the thumbs up.
Handing their guitars to the techs Jon and Richie joined the others and left the stage. Lindsay gathered up her family, waved at Nickelback and herded them out into the hallway and down to the dressing room where the guys were waiting for them.
Walking in the room she saw Jon sitting in a chair and the others spread around the room. Sensing something was wrong she went to stand behind his chair and watched her family settle in the room chatting with various band members. Putting her hands on his shoulders she could feel how tense he was. Massaging gently, she leaned down to murmur in his ear. “What’s wrong?”
Reaching up to pat her hand he shook his head. “Nothing.”
She frowned. “Jon...”
Just then Alexis came up and sat on Jon’s lap. “That was cool, but when’s the real show?”
He smiled. “It starts about 7:30, but we don’t go on stage until about 9.”
She sighed. “So what do you do until then?”
“Well, this is when we usually do some interviews, and just relax until it’s time to get ready for the show.” He answered.
“Do you have interviews today?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yeah, in a little while.”
“Can I watch?”
“Lex, I don’t think that’s...” Lindsay began.
Jon interrupted. “Sure you can, but you have to be very quiet.”
In between interviews, the guys patiently answered the continuous stream of questions the Chandler’s seemed to have. When Lindsay apologized they just smiled and told her relax.
When it got close to show time, the kids started to get anxious.
“Come on, let’s go take our seats before someone else does.” Craig urged.
“Relax Craig, security won’t let anyone take our seats.” Lindsay assured him. When the others joined in she gave in. “Okay, let’s go.” She laughed as she watched them all but run out the door.
“Where are you going?” Jon caught her hand.
“To watch the show with my family.” She replied. “I’ll come back before you go on. After all I’ll need to do a costume check.” She winked at David who flipped her off.
“By the way Linds. There’s a lock on the bathroom door here.” David informed her. “Just thought you might want to know.”
It was her turn to flip him off. Red faced she turned to catch up with her family.
During the break she entered the room to find them all dressed and going through their warm up routines.
“Where’s everyone else?” Tico asked.
“They’re still out there saving the seats.” Lindsay laughed. “I couldn’t convince them that they would be safe. Kevin is prowling around the stage. He said you told him he could watch from up there.”
Tico nodded. “Yeah. I got a spot for him where he can see things from my perspective.”
“You mean he gets to look at Jon’s ass all night.” Hugh said. They all laughed.
“Hey, that’s mine!” Lindsay reminded them, grabbing it to illustrate her point.
Laughing, Jon hugged her. “You can have it anytime you want sugar.” He murmured in her ear before kissing her.
Relieved that he seemed relaxed again, she walked to the stage door with them, wished them luck and headed for her seat.
The show was amazing as usual and Lindsay’s family was impressed – even her parents. While the music wasn’t their style they could appreciate the showmanship and the effort it took. Her sisters-in-law just watched Jon in awe and shot envious looks in Lindsay’s direction. She just laughed. The rest just rocked out.
Stopping backstage briefly she let Jon know that she was heading back to the hotel with her family. The after party was being held in the bar there. “We’ll meet you there.”
He frowned. “Why don’t you wait here?”
“The kids are too impatient. There’s more to keep them occupied at the hotel.” She replied. Stepping close and sliding one hand into his sweaty hair, she pulled him down for a deep kiss. “Don’t be too long.”
Back at the bar, the kids immediately headed for the pool tables while the adults headed for the bar. A buffet would be set up shortly, but the hotel was waiting for the band to arrive. Lindsay introduced everyone to Paul and the other people from BJM that were there. About twenty minutes later, Chad and the guys came in.
“Hey Lindsay.” Chad greeted her as he joined her at the bar.
“Hi Chad. That was a great show.” She complimented him.
“Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He replied.
“Hey Chad how about a game?” Ryan suggested.
“In a minute.” Chad answered.
Lindsay smiled. “If you want to play you better grab a table now before my nephews take over.” She advised.
Walking over with them she watched the games going on for awhile until a commotion at the door told her that Jon and the guys had arrived. Looking at her watch she smiled.
“That was fast.” She commented as she reached them, sliding her arm around Jon’s waist. He hugged her close to his side.
“For once we didn’t have to wait for Jon. He was the first one ready.” David responded. “I guess being with us in the bathroom just wasn’t the same.”
Closing her eyes she hid her face in Jon’s shirt. He just laughed and looked at David. “You’re right about that man….not even close”
The food was out and everyone settled in to eat. Shortly after, her family said their thank yous and goodbyes and headed for home.
After seeing them off Lindsay and Jon headed back into the bar where Richie challenged Jon to a game of pool.
Lindsay was standing to the side watching and laughing at Richie’s antics trying to distract Jon, when Chad joined her.
“You’re family gone?” He asked.
“Yeah. I wanted to thank you for being so patient with them. And the kids really appreciated the autographs and pictures. They could hardly wait to get home and tell their friends all about their day of hanging out with rockstars!” she laughed.
“No problem. I was glad to do it.” He smiled at her.
“Hey honey, would you mind getting me a drink?” Jon called.
“Sure. Richie you want one too?” She asked.
“Please.” He nodded.
All three men watched her walk away. Jon turned to Chad.
“I see you’re getting pretty chummy with Lindsay.” He commented.
Chad shrugged. “Just talking. She’s from home. Gives us common ground. That’s a hell of a woman you’ve got there.”
Jon nodded. “I know. Better than you.”
The two men stared at each other for a long moment.
“Here.” Lindsay handed Richie his drink and approaching Jon handed him his.
“Well, I think I’ll see if there’s any food left.” Chad stated and wandered off.
Turning to Jon she raised a brow at him. “What was that all about?”
“What? Nothing.” He replied.
“Oh come on, you could practically smell the testosterone in the air.” She said dryly.
“Really, it was nothing.” He kissed her lightly and turned back to the table.
She looked at Richie for an explanation. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Frontmen.” Was his only comment.
The game finished, Jon laid his arm across her shoulders. “Ready to go?”
Laying her head on his shoulder she nodded. Pausing to say goodnight to everyone, they headed upstairs to their room.
His phone rang as the door shut behind them. Sighing he answered it. Understanding from his side of the conversation that it was some scheduling issue Lindsay headed for the bedroom. Coming out of the bathroom after getting ready for bed she found Jon lying naked on the bed, the covers pulled down to the foot.
“Don’t you think it’s a little cool to sleep like that?” She teased.
He grinned at her. “I figured you’d warm me.”
“Oh you did, did you?” She climbed on the bed beside him.
Reaching out he quickly divested her of her nightgown and dropped it over the side of the bed. Gathering her in his arms he rolled her beneath him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she opened her mouth to his questing tongue. Sighing in appreciation she tangled hers with his as they tasted each other.
Raising up on one elbow he set his other hand to roaming her body. Cupping one breast he kneaded gently and tweaked her nipple. Releasing her mouth he moved to ear and softly sucked on her earlobe. She shivered. Sliding his mouth down to her neck he continued sucking.
Running her hands up and down his back she lightly raked him with her nails. Chuckling he moved down her body, pausing to explore her breasts with his lips and tongue. Taking her hard nipples into his mouth he raked them with his teeth before soothing them with his tongue, moving back and forth between them.
Tangling her hands in his hair she pulled him against her and arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly against him. “Please” She murmured.
Obliging, he took first one than the other deeper in his mouth and suckled them – hard. She cried out at the pleasure that was shooting through her with every pull of his mouth.
Lifting his head slightly he licked a path down over her belly, teasing her navel until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Easing her legs apart he settled between them and stroked her first with his fingers, then with his tongue.
Gasping for breath, she writhed beneath him, her hips arching towards him begging for more.
“Mmmm, yes,…. oh God Jon,….yes, right there…mmm.mm….more!”
Gripping her hips with both hands he held her still as he penetrated her with his tongue, delving deep inside her.
She moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. Biting her lip her whole body shuddered at his ministrations. Grabbing his shoulders she pulled.
“Jon, please, I want to touch you.” She gasped.
Raising his head slightly he murmured. “No” And went back to work. Just before she reached the peak he stopped.
Groaning in frustration she opened her eyes to look at him. “Now you stop?!” She growled in disbelief.
Chuckling he slid his body slowly up hers, never breaking contact. When they were chest to chest, he moved his sideways back and forth abrading her sensitive nipples with his chest hair.
“Jon you’re killing me!” Arching her back she groaned.
“But what a way to go, sugar.” He smiled.
“You’re going to be going first if you don’t give me what I need!” she threatened.
He laughed. “And just what is it that you need sweetheart?” He nibbled on her ear as his hips slowly rocked teasing her.
“Mmmm, that…that’s what I need…..only…inside me….deep inside me.” Gripping his head with both hands she forced him to look her in the eye. “Now!” She growled.
Grinning he swooped down to capture her mouth again and gave her what she wanted. Pumping her slowly he savoured the feel of her tight around him.
“God sugar you feel good.” He groaned.
In response she squeezed him internally in rhythm with his thrusts. Moaning, he moved faster. Feeling her tense beneath him he thrust harder, deeper, driving into her, pushing her over the edge. Her screams echoing around them, he collapsed on her, shuddering with his own pleasure.
The next few days were an exercise in frustration and aggravation for Lindsay. Jon’s moods were up and down like a yo-yo and unpredictable. She knew that something was bothering him, but when she asked, he kept saying he was fine. She pretty much decided that if this is what he was like on the road, she’d just as soon stay home.
Even the tenor of his love making had changed. While he still doled out pleasure unstintingly, he wouldn’t let her return the favour. He wasn’t rough, but he was more intense and, well, possessive was the only way she could describe it. Like he was continually staking his claim.
One morning she was getting out of the shower when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.
“What the hell?” She exclaimed, leaning closer to see more clearly. She had a ring of love bites around her collarbone like a necklace. “Dammit Jon!” she yelled.
He appeared in the doorway. “That’s the matter?”
She turned to face him so that he could see his handiwork.
“What are you so mad about? That I did it or that you didn’t feel me doing it?” He laughed.
“So you admit that you did it on purpose?” She asked in disbelief.
He shrugged. “Well, the first two were accidents, but then I kind of liked the way they looked, so I kept going.”
Pushing past him she stomped over to her suitcase and started rummaging.
“What are you looking for?” He asked.
“To see if I brought a turtleneck.” She replied curtly.
“What? And hide my artwork?” He grinned and raised his hands in reflex to catch the shoe she threw at him.
Meeting up with the rest of the guys in the lobby she didn’t bother to hide her feelings. Holding her coat closed around her neck and stalking past them without a word, she climbed into the van. Gazing from her glare to Jon’s smirk, Richie sighed.
“What’d you do this time bro?” He asked.
Jon just grinned and climbed into the van.
When they arrived at the arena, Lindsay headed straight for their dressing room, threw her coat down and waited for the comments – she hadn’t packed a turtleneck, she hadn’t thought she’d need one.
Richie looked at her, caught Jon’s eye and just shook his head. Jon shrugged.
“Nice necklace Linds.” David commented.
She gave him the finger.
“Ah come on honey, don’t be mad. It’s not that bad.” Jon tried to hug her, but she pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me!” She grouched and plopped into a chair.
“What’s so bad about it?” He asked “I would have thought you’d have been flattered that you drove me to such a peak of passion.”
She glared at him. “It’s one thing if it happens during a ‘peak of passion’ as you call it. But it’s something entirely different if IT’S DONE ON PURPOSE! I feel branded, like an animal!” He looked surprised.
She stayed in the dressing room until show time. She didn’t want anyone to see her. But by the time they took the stage, she had calmed down and David and Richie had managed to tease her into a better mood. Not about to deny herself the pleasure of watching them in action she took her usual spot in front of the stage.
Trying to get back in her good books, Jon came to her side often, shaking his ass at her, smiling, winking, anything he could think of to get her to smile at him. They played several off her favorites list, and although it was difficult, she kept a straight face, just shaking her head at his antics, not ready to let him off the hook so easily.
The clincher came though when he looked at her, sighed, and called the guys into a huddle. When they broke he walked back to the mike and she heard the opening of You Had Me From Hello. She sighed to herself. She knew she was in trouble. She really couldn’t stay mad at him long, particularly when he sang love songs like that one, which happened to be one of her favorites. Watching him, hearing the lyrics that always tugged on her heart strings, seeing the look in his eyes when they locked with hers, she felt the last of her anger drain away. As the last note echoed he looked at her and raised his brows. Unable to help herself she smiled at him. His answering smile was a full wattage one that had the girls behind her commenting. “I wish he’d smile at me like that!”
When he came off the stage and saw her he grinned. She sighed in exasperation.
“Now I know why it’s so hard to have a relationship with a singer/songwriter.” She grouched.
“Why?” He laughed.
“Because it’s too easy for them to get out of the doghouse. They just pull out a song like that, my heart melts, and I can’t stay angry.” She replied.
“Lucky me.” He pulled her close and kissed her thoroughly. “I am sorry you know.”
She looked at him for a moment. “No you’re, not. But that’s okay, just remember, payback’s a bitch. It may take awhile, but I will get even.”
He laughed. “I’m sure you will sugar.”
Arriving at the after party Lindsay headed for the bar and once again was joined by Chad.
“Hi Lindsay, I haven’t seen you all day. You been hiding?” He greeted her.
“Hi Chad. Yeah, sort of. I’ve was in the dressing room until they went on stage.” She answered, turning to face him.
He immediately noticed her ‘necklace’. She noticed where he was looking.
“Don’t say a word.” She ordered.
He raised his hands up, palm out in a defensive gesture. “I wouldn’t dream of it babe.”
Just then Jon joined them. The two men looked at each other. Chad smiled wryly. Jon smirked.
Watching the by-play between the two, Lindsay shook her head in disgust. “Men!” Grabbing her beer she went to join Richie and the others at a table.