Chapter Thirteen

Jon looked at the diamond Riviere necklace in his hands. He’d purchased it by auction the previous December at an auction at Rockefeller Plaza. He read the card that sat by itself in the velvet lined box. It was a William Goldberg design consisting of 51 graduated cushion-cut diamonds, mounted in platinum, 16 ins.

He bought it for Dot as a Christmas present but then the accident had happened and he’d never got round to giving it to her. Then she’d filed for divorce and it had sat in its case in one of his bank deposit boxes ever since. The light sparkled off the impressive diamonds, little rays of rainbows danced across his handsome features. If he gave it all up he probably would never be able to afford something like this again. The band, the music, the merchandise; it would all go. The royalties would remain but the money coming in would drop drastically. He thought of Philadelphia Soul, the team he’d once part owned and all the charities he ran. The paperwork was in place to keep the charities going but his name would be removed from the company’s books. Maybe Richie was right. Maybe he should take some more time to think about it all. Trouble was, once he started thinking, her face would flash up in front of him and he would freeze, unable to think of anything other than her. He’d had counselling after the accident and knew, deep down, that it hadn’t been his fault. There’d been nothing he could’ve done to stop it but still he shouldered the guilt. It sat in his stomach, nestled like a cancer.

Jon put the necklace back into its box and put it back into the metal container, ready for it to go back into the hole in the wall. In the New Year he’d put it up for Auction. See if he could recoup some of the money he’d spent on it. He smiled ruefully, he’d not received much change from $550,000. He left the small room without a backwards glance. Time to move on. Time to change.


Abby sipped the coffee and sighed in pleasure. She and Richie had one some serious shopping and had only been to two shops. Saks and Bergdorf Goodmans. She’d put a serious dent in her credit card and was feeling wonderful. Retail therapy really worked. Richie had beaten her only in the amount he’d spent. She wondered what the limit was on his black Amex and then thought it probably didn’t have a limit. Oh how wonderful that would be. To go through life without a limit on how much you could spend. She’d treated herself to a beautiful cushion cut diamond ring and hadn’t even balked at the price of $5,000. She was desperate to wear it, having been fortunate to find one in her size, but Richie had warned her against trying it on in public. She knew she was being a bit silly and naïve but the schoolgirl in her wanted to jump up and shout with glee that she loved Jon Bon Jovi and had just spent loads of money.

Richie looked at Abby, sat across from him. She was positively glowing. Her eyes were bright and her smile was a permanent fixture. A thought hit him and he acted on it.

“Are you in love with Jon?” he asked, softly.

Abby looked at him askance.

“Why would you ask that?” she asked, stalling.

“You look like someone in love.” was his reply.

“I…erm…I think I love him, but I don’t know if I’m in love with him. What does it feel like? Being in love?” she asked, curious.

“Oh, er…” he stammered at having been caught out by his own question, then smiled, “It feels like your heart doesn’t belong to you anymore but to that special someone. Like you’re never going to be whole if they’re not by your side. The cliché I guess; you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, your whole being is focused on them and only them. You think about them constantly and it makes you smile all the time, and when they touch you…you just…melt.” he sighed, staring at a point behind her head, thinking of times past.

“Oh.” Abby said, staring at her coffee before raising her eyes to his face.

“Then I guess I am.” she finished, smiling broadly, before she faltered, “But I don’t know if he feels the same, so don’t say anything, please?” she begged, suddenly on the verge of tears.

“Wildly fluctuating emotions. Check. I’d say you are, and judging by the way I got threatened off you the other night, I’d say he was feeling pretty much the same as you, but I’ll keep schtum. Don’t worry darlin’ I won’t say anything.”

“Thank you Richie. This is all so new to me. I can’t remember ever feeling like this before so I don’t know what to do.”, Abby chuckled suddenly, “God I must be behaving like a teenager.

Richie looked at the suddenly very young looking, vulnerable woman and felt a surge of protectiveness.

“Tell him darlin’, tell him how you feel. I can only guess what you’re thinking but wouldn’t it be nice to have him tell you he feels the same way?”

Abby smiled. “You’re such a nice person Richie. Thank you.”


Richie and Abby walked back into Jon’s house and stopped dead in their tracks. Jon was playing air guitar to some band on the TV, with a bright yellow and black bandanna wrapped round his head. He was head banging and seemed really caught up in the music. His eyes were shut and he had a bright smile plastered across his face. They watched, incredulously on Richie’s part, as Jon ran and, dropping to his knees, slid across the polished wood flooring, eyes still shut tight. The sound was turned up loud and he looked so carefree and happy that neither Richie nor Abby wanted to disturb him. Both, with big smiles on their faces, tried to tip toe into the kitchen area but Abby’s handbag knocked against the coffee table, which had been moved, causing it to scrape on the hard tiled floor.

Jon heard a sound and spun around to see Abby and Richie grinning at him. He felt slightly sheepish.

“Oh, er hi.” he dropped his arms and stood, looking awkward.

“Oh man, I have seen it all now!” Richie hooted with laughter, “Jon Bon Jovi playing air guitar to some one hit wonder band.”

Jon grinned, unabashed as he caught the look in Richie’s eyes and joined in with the laughter.

Abby stood to one side, perplexed and slightly puzzled as the two men broke in peals of hysterics.

She sat down on the heavy coffee table and watched as Jon slid to floor, tears of laughter running down his face. It made her laugh to see him acting like a schoolboy, playing air guitar to his favourite bands. He’d seemed so distant that first day, that seeing him opening up, bit by bit as she got to know him, was just a wonderful feeling that spread inside her and made her heart swell with joy.

Finally the laughter subsided and Richie sat down on the sofa, intent on watching the program which was, funnily enough, about one-hit wonders from the eighties and nineties.

Jon got up off the floor and padded over to Abby.

“Hey babe,” he said, sitting down next to her, “Sorry I wasn’t around this morning but I had some papers to sign.” he planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.

Abby looked into his bright blue eyes. “That’s ok. Just don’t do it again.” she grinned, thinking of the presents she’d bought him. She just knew he’d love them and couldn’t wait for him to open them.

“So, did you have a good time shopping?” he asked softly, his shoulder, brushing gently against hers.

Abby felt a liquid warmth spread through her system. She wondered how to get him upstairs without making it too obvious.

Jon watched her eyes dilate and darken, a rosy flush began to spread across the exposed skin of her chest and neck. He heard the small hitch in her breathing and smiled…slowly and sensually.

He looked over at Richie who was engrossed in the TV program. He turned back to Abby and placing a finger across his lips, silently led her to the stairs.

“Have fun you two.” Richie’s voice rang out from the sofa.

Jon looked into Abby’s flushed face and grinned. He intended to.


Jon led her into his bedroom. She looked around the huge room. It was her first time in it. It was bare, except for a huge king sized bed that dominated the space and a few pictures, placed strategically on the white walls. It was totally the opposite of what she’d thought his room would be like.

Jon took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. Unresisting, she allowed him to lead her to the bed.

Slowly he began to caress her breasts, revelling in the softness of the cashmere sweater and the hardness of her nipples. He reached down and nipped at the tender, sweet skin on her neck, watching heat infuse the area. He slowly licked the same area until it was wet and then blew softly across it, causing goosebumps.

Abby shivered with desire as Jon began to lick and kiss her neck. Oh god it felt so good. She tried to bring her arms up around his neck and winced as her sore ribs protested.

“Hey baby, you ok?” Jon murmured as he softly squeezed her breast, thumbing the nipple through her clothing.

The pain subsided as heat rushed through her. “Mmm hmm.” she murmured as she started to overheat in the cashmere.

“Jon…help me?” she breathed, looking at him.

“With what baby?” he smirked. He’d seen the flush and could feel the heat of her skin. He turned his attention back to laving her skin, slowly working his way down to the gentle swell of her breasts, barely visible in the V neck sweater.

Abby gasped as she felt liquid heat pooling in her underwear. She reached out and began to unbutton his jersey, thankful to all the Gods that had ever existed that he had an affinity for button up jerseys. She felt the soft downy hair that covered his muscular chest and smiled to herself. The smile turned into a gasp as she felt Jon’s tongue lave her nipple. He’d pulled the hidden zip of the sweater down and pushed her bra out of the way, leaving her breasts exposed to the air and to his nimble tongue and fingers.

“Oh god.” she stammered, her head hanging back as he nibbled and licked his way around her sensitive breasts.

Jon groaned as he licked a bead of sweat from between her breasts and breathed in her scent.

“Honey, please? My jeans?” she breathed, trying to wriggle herself out of them in a futile manner.

He broke away from her, causing her to shiver in the cool air.

He smiled wickedly up at her as he took the zip of the jeans into his mouth and slowly pulled the zip down, tooth by tooth, or so it seemed to Abby who was slowly being driven insane by lust.

“Jon,” she began, trying to sound coherent, “If you don’t pull my jeans off and then bury your throbbing cock inside me and fuck me hard then I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Her jeans and underwear hit the floor, as did his. She looked at him in all his splendour and smiled broadly. He was magnificent naked and especially so with a large erection pointing in her direction. She looked at the purpling head with a drop of pre cum nestled in the tip and swallowed heavily. She wanted to taste him.

Abby wriggled down the bed until she was within reach and before Jon could do anything she reached her tongue out and tasted him.

He hissed in pleasure as he felt her wrap her hot, wet tongue around his cock, feeling silver heat shoot straight to his balls. His eyes had darkened to a smoky indigo and he looked down at her through heavy lids.

Abby drew closer to him and took him into her mouth, marvelling at the feel and taste of him. She could smell his clean yet musky masculine scent rising from him and breathed it in deeply. Slowly she moved up and down his shaft, using the flat of her tongue on the underside, feeling the vein harden.

Jon placed a hand on her head and the other on her shoulder. His breathing deepened, as she swirled her tongue all over his cock.

Short, wiry hair tickled her nose as she nibbled and licked her way around his cock, her nose pressed against the cushion of hair at the base.

He smelt as he tasted. Absolutely delicious. Musk with a hint of chocolate and vanilla.

“Baby, baby, Abby…stop, stop, stop. I’m gonna cum…” he moaned, writhing.

He pulled away from her and lay her back on the bed.

“You are so good at that.” he panted, “A bit too good.” he murmured as he looked at her, spread out before him.

Abby lay on her back, feeling the softness of the down comforter underneath her. She felt complete and content and totally wanton. Smiling up at Jon, she bent her legs and opened them.

Jon’s eyes dilated to pure black as he looked at her. His breathing quickened as she slowly reached her hand down, through the soft hair and began to slowly rub her clitoris, all the while keeping eye contact with him.

Damn if that wasn’t the most erotic thing he’d seen for a good while. He licked his lips, feeling the silver heat building up again. His cock was rock hard and he slowly palmed it, pulling the sensitive skin back over the now tender head.

Abby felt the bundle of nerves under her fingers and rubbed it lightly. She moaned low in the back of her throat as electricity swarmed out from her centre. She lay panting softly as she reached out her finger.

Jon’d had enough of watching and leant down to capture her hand.

“No more playing.” he said, his darkened eyes boring into her.

Abby looked him dead in the eye. “Jon? Fuck me.”

Jon had always known words to be erotic; hell he made a living from them, but he’d never had it used on him before.

He moved up the bed and positioned himself between her legs before plunging his cock into her hot, wet depth. Oh god, she felt so good, wrapped around him. He felt her walls pulsating slightly around him. It was so good, he wanted it to last forever.

Abby moaned aloud as he plunged into her, stretching her, filling her completely. He raised himself up onto his hands as he plunged forcefully into her, faster and faster.

“Touch yourself.” he commanded, his lust drenched eyes boring into hers.

Abby reached down and rubbed her clitoris, panting heavily as she did so. Oh god, there it was. That deliciously exquisite hot pain that built up inside her. She rubbed harder, not wanting to lose the intensity.

Jon watched as desire rippled across Abby’s features. He knew she was close and wanted her to cum before he did. He saw her eyes screw shut and reached down to join her hand.

Abby’s eyes flew open in wonder as she felt Jon’s fingers join hers. Together they pressed down hard on the little nub. Her head tipped back, her eyes shut tight as she shouted.

“Jo..o..on!”

Deep, hot pleasure rippled through her body. Her legs shook with the effort and Jon groaned loudly as he felt her internal walls clamp tight and painful around his engorged cock. He pulled out and plunged back in once more before silver heat shot through him, his balls contracted and he screamed through his orgasm.

Jon’s heart beat rapidly in his chest as he flopped down next to Abby.

“Oh my fuck. Baby, baby, baby.” he breathed heavily, sweat saturating his skin.

“Ready for round two?” Abby whispered, reaching over to plant a row of kisses along his collar bone.