Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Richie returned to Brads and told him that everything was all worked out and informed him that he would be seeing a lot more of his good buddy. Brad said “Great! That’s all we need, is to see your ugly mug around!” They shared a laugh over that. Enjoying they’re Saturday man night with steaks on the grill, a guitar and writing a relatively good song.

While Harley made herself a grilled chicken salad, grabbed a good book, started a fire, curled up in her favorite chair, attempting to read. Wasn’t working so well for her as she found herself drifting, while staring at the fire, thinking of Tim. A specific talk that they had had before he got too sick. Tim had told her he wanted her to fall in love again, possibly even marry again. While reliving the talk in her mind, flashes of chocolate brown eyes looking deeply into hers kept distracting her ability to focus. Those eyes were Richie’s eyes. They seered into her. She began fantasizing about him. Wanting to see him one more time before he left. Wondering what those boys were up to, but not wanting to seem to eager. The last thing she wanted to do was give the impression of “The needy widow” she thought to herself ‘Harley, Jesus! What are you going through girl? He’s just a guy!’ she jumped up and decided to it was time to go to bed.

Nashville could get very humid in the summer nights and Harley didn’t care much for air conditioning. She liked to sleep with her big beautiful French doors open that led to a beautiful balcony out of her bedroom. With nothing but a sheet and a cool breeze over her naked body. She slid down into her bed, said her prayers, and closed her eyes.

Her body was ready to sleep but her mind wasn’t. RICHIE SAMBORA…she thought. Tall, dark, sexy, single, and he kissed ME! She let her mind relive the kiss. What an amazingly hot kisser he was. His tongue had explored her mouth like he was searching for something, like she was sweet candy to him. She didn’t stop at the kiss, she let herself begin to fantasize about it going further. His lips on her neck, his hands on her breasts, his hardness pressed against her. Quite suddenly her body awoke. Not the kind of awake to get out of bed, but a firey passion deep inside her. Her hands started caressing her own skin, starting with her arm, trailing to her chest, then her breasts. Her nipples very hard and erect, when she touched them she let out a slight moan. As the sensation shot straight to her clit like a flash of lightening. What she wouldn’t give for him to walk through her door right now. She chuckled to herself as she thought about how she’d show him how well she’d ride his pony! She took one finger put it in her mouth to get it good and wet while rubbing her nipple with the other hand. Her wet finger trailed down to her throbbing clit. As she touched it, her head came off the pillow as she gasped. She hadn’t been this turned in so long. She began slowly rubbing, then slid down to feel how wet she was. She was so wet she could take him in easily. Scooping some up she slid it over her hard clit. Rubbing and caressing it hard, then softly, then hard again. The whole time imagining Richie’s tongue, flickering her clit and then sticking his tongue inside her wetness. It was too much excitement. The thought of how hard he would be and imagining him with his hands wrapped around his rock hard shaft, watching her touching herself and then him fucking her sent her into spasms. Her head turning from side to side, deep breathing and throaty moans. She arched her back and came harder than she had remembered doing in a long time. Feeling like a dam had exploded inside her. Catching her breath, she heard her phone vibrate. Checking it, she smiled, it was Richie, he had text her saying “thinking about you, gnite baby” She text him back, “ditto, gnite” with a winkie face. If he only knew, she thought. With a smile and a warm feeling of satisfaction in her heart, she fell into a very deep sleep.