Chapter 75

The guys took the stage at 8:00 p.m. and, just for a moment, before they jumped into Bad Name, they stood, letting the moment wash over them. Jon scanned the crowd, excitement coursing through him. His team had won that day, they were headed to the Arena Bowl and now, here he was about to perform on the Great Lawn. He looked out at the sea of people, smiling and nodding, fist pumping at some of the signs he could read. It was nearly overwhelming. He looked over at Cilla and winked. Could his life get any better?

Cilla, Mark and Sid were off to the side, watching from an area Jon had designated just for them. The roar of the crowd was deafening and the excitement was palpable. Sid and Cilla had been to shows before. She had dragged him to more than he could count, but they had never had a view like this. Mark had never been to a Bon Jovi show before and he was floored. For the first half hour all he could do was stand there. After that, he couldn’t keep still. He moved and sang along with everyone else.

They watched in awe as Jon commanded the crowd of sixty-thousand plus to do his bidding. If he wanted hands raised, up they went. If he wanted the crowd to sing, they sang. Whatever he wanted, wherever he led, the crowd followed. And he didn’t even have to say “simon says.”

The set list wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but Cilla’s smile turned to a grin and a scream with the opening notes of In These Arms. It was one of her favorites.

All too soon it came to an end. Just before they started I Love This Town Jon told them that this was the last song. They had to be done at ten o’clock. They couldn’t play any longer, something about some City ordinance or something. He wanted to stay and play more, but rules were rules. They finished up and bid the crowd farewell before running off the stage.

Jon hustled by, toweling off with one hand and grabbing Cilla's hand and dragging her, Sid and Mark along behind him with the other. Stopping at the row of waiting cars he turned to Cilla, "come to the hotel with me?"

She looked at Mark and Sid, "do you mind?"

They waved her off, "go Sweetie, we'll be fine." They each gave her a hug. Sid hung on a little longer, "thank you so much, this was the best concert, ever." He pushed her toward Jon. "Go be a groupie for your rock star. I'll see you Monday."

Cilla climbed into the car and barely had the door closed before she was pulled across a sweaty male lap. She could feel Jon’s heart thundering in his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he laid his head back on the seat, closed his eyes and blew out a breath. “Damn.”

She stroked her fingers across his damp chest, “it was a great show.”

A smile wreathed his face, “hell yeah it was. I didn’t want to stop.”

“Too bad you had to.”

He drew her up to straddle his lap, pushing her skirt to bunch at her waist, pressing his hips up against her. The adrenaline was still pumping through him and he couldn’t settle. His hands dove under her top, cupping and kneading her breasts. “I thought about this, about you and what you weren’t wearing.” He rubbed his thumbs back and forth across her distended nipples. “Every time I looked over at you all I could think about was this.” He started to lift her top and she put her hands on his forearms. "Jon" she hissed, "stop!" They had no privacy here, no divider they could raise to block them from the driver. Even without looking Cilla was sure they were being watched in the rearview mirror.

Jon kept his hands where they were, "what?" He smiled wickedly at her. "Sid told you to be my groupie, right?"

Her cheeks flushed. "You heard that?"

He nodded and inched her top higher. "He wasn't exactly whispering when he said it."

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. "I thought we'd wait until we got to the hotel."

He looked over her shoulder, the driver had his eyes on the road, "what fun would that be?"

"It may not be fun," she whispered, her breath hot at his ear, "but I'd rather not have an audience."

Shifting, Jon eased her off his lap and to the floor between his knees. "He's not watching us now" he told her as he unbuttoned his pants.

Taking Jon at his word, Cilla didn't turn around and look. She knew if she did she would never be able to go through with this. Sliding her hands up the insides of his thighs, her fingers stopped his. "Let me do that" she whispered.

Her voice was quieter, huskier and had him that much harder. How long had it been since he had indulged in the backseat of a car like this after a show? What made this whole situation even hotter was the fact that it was with her and she was actually playing along. Biting his lip to stay quiet, he watched as she lowered her head.

His scent, after show sweat and the muskiness that was him filled her senses as she took him into her mouth. She didn't care anymore that they were in the backseat of a car or that the driver could hear what was going on. Hearing Jon's low groan of pleasure when she took him deep, all she cared about was the pleasure she was giving him.

By the time the car rolled to a stop in front of The Lowell Hotel, Cilla was sitting on the seat next to Jon with her head resting on his shoulder. His head was resting against the back of his seat, a smile of satisfaction played over his lips.

Groping for her hand, Jon tugged her from the car and led her into the hotel. They didn't stop at the desk, the concierge meeting them at the elevator and handing Jon his room key. "Top floor sir."

Jon nodded "thanks" and stepped into the car, pulling Cilla in with him. No sooner had Jon pressed the button and the doors closed than he had her pressed against the wall. His mouth was wild and hot on hers and his hands dove under shirt.

When the elevator dinged open on their floor, they were both breathing heavy. Three steps had them in front of his door. A swipe and a click had them in the room. There was a party waiting for them down in the Pembroke Room, but they were going to be a little bit late.