Mr. Bluesman

He played, but his heart wasn’t in it! She hadn’t shown up, not a damn word, how could she stand him up like this.

He tried to loose himself in the music, he couldn’t, fuck it!

He realized Jon had noticed he wasn’t in the mood. Jon cocked an eyebrow at him; he shrugged and carried on playing and singing.

Christ he’d even worn the damn jeans she loved, the ones she’d had made for him, her picture on the front, eating that banana. He smirked, he’d spotted it was her face, and she’d told him every time he wore them he’d know her lips were near his dick, hell even now he grew hard just thinking about it! Not good in front of 40,000 screaming females.

He dug deep into his soul and his want for her, his eyes closed he pictured her naked and writhing on the bed, floor, table, wherever they made love. He threw his head backwards and thrust his hips forward, feeling the fender brush over his now raging hard on. Talk about bad timing, but he couldn’t stop himself, he was on the brink, doing his solo and wanting to cum. His face said it all, but people just thought he was in the groove. Never in a million years would anyone think his O face was just that! Christ he needed to cool it!

He managed to jerk his body back into some control, but only just!

He wanted her here and now! Why the hell hadn’t she come?

They came off stage for a fast shirt change; Jon asked him what the fuck was wrong. He’d hardly cracked a smile all damn night. Richie replied nothing changed into his ‘Sambora’ top and headed back to the screaming fans, he really didn’t want to go back on stage, but he loved their fans and wouldn’t let them down.

His face showing his mood he started in on the song, not really paying any attention to anything or anyone.

Jon sighed, hell if she didn’t get here soon, he’d kill Rich, talk about moody. He shook his head and his ass, praying she’d get there and soon!

Something hit is ass, jarring him out of his revere, looking around he didn’t see a thing, shrugging he carried on, and then he felt it again! Something had hit him and hit him hard! He swung and looked on the floor and frowned, looking up at him were several dimes. He frowned and flinched when another his him square in the chest.

Looking up, his heart stopped; there standing in the shadows was the love of his life. A big grin split his face and he just remembered to sing his lines. He sang with a gusto that had been lacking all night.

Jon looked at him then towards the shadows and laughed, damn she was finally here, and then hissed as a dime smacked him on his nipple! The bitch she’d brought that damn slingshot with her, again! She was lethal with it, but at least his wingman had finally lit up and got with the program.

They broke for the encore and Richie nearly threw his guitar at his tech and hurried off to the side. She was in his arms and wrapped about him, mouths attacking each other like they were starving for each other.

His hands went to her long brown hair, twinning in it, holding her so he could deepen the kiss.

Her hands cupped his ass, pulling him nearer her, making him growl his desire for her. Wanting to desperately bury himself deep within her fluid warmth, nearly shouting his frustration, knowing he couldn’t.

‘Darlin, where the hell have you been?’ By now his mouth was attacking her neck, his little weird ass goatee rubbing her just as she liked it, making her purr and rub up against him even more.

She dragged her mind back, realizing he’d asked her a question, ‘Traffic!’ was all she could get out as the fog of passion over took her brain again as his hands caressed her breasts through her t-shirt. Her nipples puckered and grew hard, begging for his mouth to touch them.

‘Holy hell Sambora, we don’t need to see this! Put her down and get your ass changed.’ Jon bitched, pulling her away from him and hauling her down the tunnels after him.

‘Jesus Jon, careful!’ She shouted only to be found picked up in his arms and carried the rest of the way.

Walking quickly into his dressing room he pecked her on the lips, ‘Where the hell were you? He was like a fuckin zombie out there!’ With that he sat her on a couch, and proceeded to undress in front of her.

‘Traffic! And for god’s sake keep your damn pants on!’ She hollered at him just as Richie burst through the door.

‘Unhand my woman Bongiovi! Oh, you have done! Man stop running off with her!’ He stripped his shirt off as a clean on sailed through the door at him, landing over his face. She giggled, then drooled as he stood bare-chested in front of her.

‘Angel, I do not appreciate being attacked by that fuckin slingshot! Where is it?’ He went to search her and found his ass picked up and thrown out of the room, a towel hitting him in the face as he turned to speak. ‘Shit Sambora, keep your damn wife in check will you, and damnit that’s my room!’ The door slammed to, shutting him up, he rolled his eyes, laughed and headed for Teek’s room.

‘Emma I love ya, but what the hell’s going on? You were supposed to be here hours ago baby.’ He pulled her into his arms, wrapping them about her, inhaling her scent and taking comfort from her form fitting into his.

She placed her hand on his cheek; he turned into it and kissed it. ‘I had a doctor’s appointment and it went a little over. Then I hit traffic, got diverted, then a security guard wouldn’t let me in till I screamed blue murder for Mike, who threatened to sack the guy. I’m fine stop looking like that.’ She scolded him, pushing a finger between his eyebrows trying to smooth it out.

‘What’s wrong, why did you g……’

‘Time bro put your wife down and come on.’ Jon shouted opening the door, sighing at seeing them nearly as one, ‘Christ five years of marriage and you’re still in the dating phase!’ He latched onto Richie’s belt and pulled for all he was worth, finally separating them.

Emma laughed and followed her husband; it was funny seeing Jon pulling for all he was worth. If Richie hadn’t wanted to move, Jon wouldn’t have stood a chance.

As they hit the side of the stage he yelled at her, ‘Why the doctors?’

Jon, heard and frowned, so did Dave, Teek and Hugh.

She took a breath; she didn’t want to tell him like this.

‘Christ sake tell us!’ David shouted over the roar of the crowd.

‘I’m pregnant.’ They’d been trying for years and nothing, she’d felt funny over the last few days and decided to go to a doctor friends, when she’d told her she was pregnant, Emma nearly fell of the table with shock. She’d put it down to all the travelling she’d done.

Suddenly she was lifted off her feet and crushed to Richie’s chest, the others left them alone, laughing and slapping each other on their backs, a Sambora baby, hot damn!

He lifted his mouth from hers, ‘Lady I love you more than life it’s self. Do not move, I’ll be back soon.’ He leant down and lifted her blouse and kissed her stomach, whispering to the infant nestled inside.

She sighed and watched him swagger back to his spot and laughed, boy could he swagger, and what an ass he had! And though’s jeans, she shook her head, they were the reason she was pregnant! Three months ago he’d worn them, and after he’d finished on stage they gone at it like rabbits, and this new life was what had happened. She knew and would tell him so later, as she ravished his body again, stripping those jeans off him again!

Damn life was good! And hell she was horny!