Chapter 9

Sitting in one of the front row seats with his long legs stretched out in front of him, David was getting irritated. Ever since Jon, then Tico, had left the stage, David had been trying to get a hold of his wife.

 

“Dammit, Tracy, pick up the fucking phone!” David said through clenched teeth.

 

After what seemed like a thousand rings, which in reality were no more than five, Tracy’s voicemail finally kicked over. Taking a deep breath to curb his irritation, David left a short message.

 

“Hi, honey. I just wanted to touch base and see how you and the kids are doing. If you can, give me a call back before the we go on tonight. I really need to hear your beautiful voice, honey. Call me. Give my love to the kids, remember to save some for you too. I love you, Trace.”

 

Hanging up the phone, David scooted his body further down in the seat, resting his curly locks on the back of the chair with his hands folded in his lap. His eyes closed as he listened to Richie sing, “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” by Elvis. Hell yeah, I am! David thought.

 

The last notes echoed around the Arena when Richie realized his phone was vibrating in his front pocket. Giving Lou the signal with his index finger to hold on, Richie slid the phone out of the front pocket of his jeans.

 

“Hey, honey. This is a nice surprise,” Richie said, stepping away from Lou so he could talk in private. Well, as private as you could get with a full crew swarming all over the stage.

 

Since first Joanne, then Lani, received a phone call from their husbands, Isabel decided to call her man.

 

“Hi, handsome. Am I interrupting anything?” She knew damn well she wasn’t.

 

Spotting an empty crate off to the side of the stage, Richie tucked the phone under his chin and shoulder as he hopped up on the crate. “My sweet Bel, you can call anytime.” Just hearing his Bel’s voice had him running hot.

 

“That is not an answer, Sambora,” Isabel gently scolded her husband.

 

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, Richie could envision his wife cradling the phone to her ear with one hand, the other hand resting on her hip. A laugh bubbled from his mouth. “The answer is: no, you did not interrupt anything. So please, remove your hand from your hip.”

 

Isabel’s eyes went wide when Richie asked her to remove her hand from her hip. How the hell did he know what I was doing?! Damn, he knows me way too well, Isabel thought as she looked around to make sure he wasn’t spying on her. Now you are being paranoid, Izzy.

 

Richie could practically hear her thinking through the phone. “Yes, Izzybel, I know you very well!” Richie chortled.

 

“Sambora, you stop that right now!” Isabel shrieked. Now he was just spooking her.

 

Hearing his warm laugh come over the line had Isabel wanting to run from the room and not stop until she was wrapped in her husband’s warm embrace. Unfortunately, Isabel knew she couldn’t do that to the kids. She didn’t want to ruin all the planning and hard work they had done for their dads. Hold it together just a little longer, Izzy girl.

 

“See, it wasn’t so hard to give me a straight answer, now was it, baby?” Her voice went soft when she called him “baby”. 

 

“No, Izzybel, it wasn’t hard. Let’s not talk about things being hard, okay, honey?”

 

Isabel choose to ignore the last part of her husband’s comment. “I know you don’t have a problem with me calling anytime, but I didn’t want Jon getting all pissy because I called.”

 

Richie loved it when Isabel called out Jon’s prissy moments, as his wife like to call them. “Honey, if Jon gets pissy because you call me during soundcheck, or interviews, well... he can suck my big cock.”

 

“Oh no, Sambora. The only one who will be enjoying that glorious cock down their throat will be me. Not even the precious Jon Bon Jovi gets that privilege.” Her voice shook with little giggles as she replied.

 

Richie doubled over with laughter, this was exactly what he needed to relax: the sweet and outrageous woman that was his wife.

 

“Izzybel, you don’t know how much I needed that laugh. Thank you, honey. You always know how to soothe this savage beast. You are the light in my soul.” Richie could hear his wife sniffling. “Honey, are you okay?”

 

“I was until you went all mushy on me. Damn you, Sambora. I miss you!” A small sob escaped her heart and passed over her lips.

 

Hearing his Izzybel crying just about tore him in half. Taking a long, deep breath to get his own emotions under control, Richie was very careful with his words, he didn’t want to upset his wife anymore than she already was.

 

“Aww, honey. I miss you and the kids too, more than you will ever know. We have a lot of time to make up for when I come home,” Richie’s voice became laced with pent up desire. “So, baby, be ready cause it’s going to be one sweet reunion.”

 

Hearing that hint of erotic danger in her husband’s voice, Isabel sat down before her knees gave out. “I am counting the minutes, my love.”

 

Hearing voices, Richie looked up to see Jon and Tico on the stage talking. “Bel, I need to go. I will call after the show, okay?”

 

Rubbing her hand over her stomach, Isabel sighed. “Okay, have a great show, honey.”

 

An idea formed in Richie’s head. “Bel, make sure the kids are sleeping when I call.”

 

Her interest was piqued. “What are you planning, Mr. Sambora?”

 

Climbing off the crate, Richie had a wicked smile on his lips. “Just make sure the kids are asleep and you are naked on our bed. Oh, and Bel?”

 

Isabel was having difficulty swallowing. “Yes, Richie?”

 

Richie knew his wife was curious. Now to make her squirm. “Have a few toys out, too. I will let you decide which ones. Gotta run now. Love you, Izzybel,” Richie said as he hung up before his wife could ask him any questions.

 

Isabel sat there holding the phone in her hand as her thoughts went into overdrive. You are a very naughty man, Mr. Sambora. I am one lucky bitch, Isabel thought.