Chapter 67

Megan wasn’t sure if she had to thank the Lord or to break down and cry but the following night all hell broke loose.

Richie’s button popped off and Jon caught his pants against something and tore it. The tear was quite small but big enough to have everyone panting and huffing and shouting orders.

It was quite a big deal when Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora had a wardrobe malfunction right before a huge show. The rush took Megan’s mind off her current problem, she was trained to handle sudden emergencies, in fact she felt needed.

Jon found her in Richie’s dressingroom sitting on the dressingtable with Richie standing between her legs.  She had kicked off her shoes, blood red toenails wiggled in the air. Somehow this scene was just to intimate for Jon’s groin just to ignore it. The tear in his pants threatened to rip even further as he felt himself harden suddenly. Wouldn’t he love to be between her thighs like that, her hand in his shirt, her face lit up like that.

Megan’s rebellious curls framed her face, he loved those little fly away curls of hers. Her tongue was caught between her teeth, while her eyes were trained on the task at hand.

“Fuck girl! Did you know you were cross eyed?” Richie snickered.

Megan started shaking, a giggle bubbling from her.

“Shut up Sambora. I’m gonna stick this needle right through your nipple if you don’t stop your shit!”

“Hey now! I need that nipple! Maybe I need to take off the shirt …”

Richie yelped and grabbed at his chest.

“Oooowwwwwww shit Meg!”

She pucked at his shocked expression.

“Ohh big baby! I told you I’m gonna stick a needle in your ass if you don’t stop it and besides Jon has a lovely hole in his pants and that needs fixing too, so no time for stripping cowboy.”

He rubbed his chest , a sorry look on his face.

“Maybe later then?” she tried to keep her face straight while staring at his mischievous face.

“Yeah right. Ok all done.” She slapped him playfully on the chest to push him out of the way.

Richie looked down at the slightly colored skin on his chest.

“Its red!”

Megan came in for a closer look.

“Awww want me to kiss the booboo better?”

Not waiting for an answer she leaned forward and planted a swift kiss on his chest.

Richie pulled shirt together again.

“Better already! You have magic in those lips darlin’”

“I know..gotta run…oh Jon. I was just on my way to you.”

She blushed a scarlet red.

Richie winked at Jon.

“Bro whateva you do, stand still for God’s sake we don’t want her to deflate the crown jewels and if she does, dont tell me I didn’t warn ya!”

“Bad idea Rich. I thought she kissed booboos better…I might just take her up on her offer.”

Both men started laughing at Megan’s snort and beetroot face.