Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Harley arrived home and began to unpack, after texting Richie, letting him know she was home safely. She was gone only a day, but it felt like a lifetime. She loved the country life. Harley enjoyed being with Richie, but his back yard was so different from hers. Yes, she had a big home but she had grass and fields. A porch that wrapped around her entire home. It was home and everything that made her feel whole. There was something about Richie's arms and being held by them, that made leaving her sanctuary worth while.

Later that evening Richie called her and told Harley how well it went, telling Ava about her. She was relieved to hear that. Richie informed her "not only is she a fan of yours, she told me I better always be nice to you". Harley couldn't help but laugh, "I like her way of thinkin!" she said. "I thought you might!" he said. "So now what?" she asked, hoping he would have all the answers she was looking for. "Your coming to my man of the year thing, right?" he asked. "Oh! Yeah! Sorry, forgot. Who's all going and what should I wear?" she asked. Richie let her know that it would be him, Ava, and his Mom. Adding, "just be elegant, like you are everyday, baby!". Harley laughed again, "So I'm meeting the entire Sambora family on our second date? No pressure there, Rich!" being slightly sarcastic.
"Baby, it will be alright! I promise you that." he tried reassuring her. She swallowed hard, "I'm sure it will. Richie, I have to go now. I have some things to do." she said. "Seriously, it's 9pm here! Where are you? What do you have to do?" he asked, feeling her apprehension. "Harley, did I do something wrong? Talk to me, please?" he asked, not wanting her to shut down on him. "No, you didn't do anything bad, Rich. I'm just overwhelmed and to be honest, I have that scared feeling in the pit of my stomach, again. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be feeling or thinking." she explained as best as she could. "Ok, let me help you, darlin'." he said. "Ok, I would like it if you could."
"Your scared, right?"
"Yes!" His voice got quiet, "Close your eyes" he said softly. She did as he asked, very much liking the tone in his voice. "Ok, closed." she said. "Think of Saturday night. Dancing in my arms, soft kisses, the way it felt touching each others bodies." Harley couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Think of my eyes looking into yours, darlin'" Richie also had his eyes closed and loved that he could almost feel her. "Richie, stop! Your killing me!" she said, nearly whining.
"Why and how am I killing you?" he asked, still in his low sexy voice. "Cause your making me want to be back there with you. Your making me want you more!" she explained. "Are you still scared or are you somewhat soothed?" he asked. "I'll see you Sunday!" she said. "Come before Sunday? Come Friday and stay all weekend. That way we have some alone time before Mom and Ava get home Sunday.". Harley smiled "I love that idea. I'll book the flight in the morning."
"No baby, I'll have Dee make all the arrangements this time." he said. "Ok, baby! Richie?" she asked.
"Yes, darlin'?". "Nothing, honey. Thank you for calming me. Even though you stirred me up all at the same time." she said. "Gnite my Richie."
"Your welcome, baby. I'm pretty stirred myself. Goodnight, honey." he said.

After hanging up, Harley felt all excited about seeing him Friday. She just wished she could pull a Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and click her heals and she would be landing in LA, Friday afternoon. She just wanted to kiss his lips and feel his hands on her. She forgot what anticipation and desire was when you were falling in love.

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Harley left just in time. Heather called and was pulling up with Ava. "Hi Daddy! Miss me?" she asked, giving him a hug. "You know it, sweetheart!" he answered. "Take your stuff upstairs, please. I have to talk to Mom." he said to her. Ava did as he asked after she kissed and hugged her Mom bye.

Heather looked at Richie, "What's up?"
"I just wanted you to know I'm going to be having a talk with Ava tonight." he informed her. "About?" she asked. "I'm seeing someone and it's taking somewhat of a serious turn. It's time I tell her and they meet." he said. "Serious huh? How serious, Rich?" she inquired, feeling a tinge of jealousy, but still cocky, knowing he'd never love anyone the way he did her. "I'm in love!" shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. His hands in the air. "I haven't felt this in a very long time. I'm kinda blown away. I can't fuck this up." he said. "Who is she? If you don't mind me asking?" she wanted to know who she was, so she could size her up. "Your gonna laugh, Heth. Harley Stewart!" he said. Her eyes lit up with a smile on her face, "She's beautiful, Rich. She feel the same about you?" He nodded, "Yep!" he sighed. "She just left here 5 minutes before you called."
"She lives in LA?" Heather asked. "No, Nashville. She's on her way to the airport now." Heather nodded, understanding. "Think I'm gonna marry her!" he said and Heather felt the sting in her cheeks.
"Marry her?" she asked with disbelief. "Yeah! I mean not right now, but I feel a certain comfort with her that I haven't felt since you. I hope there isn't a problem with that?" he half heartedly asked. "Nope! Very surprised is all." softening to the idea a bit. "I understand. Imagine my surprise. Never thought I'd want to do that again." he said. "Good luck, Richie. I really just want you to be happy. You deserve that. You were a good husband." she said as she gave him a small hug. "Thanks Heth! Means a lot." he was happy that after all this time, she could say that to him. "Good luck with telling Ava. I think she will be ok." she told him as she headed out the door. "If you need reinforcement, call me, ok?"

Richie turned and headed back into the living room relieved that Heather would help him if needed. Sitting on the couch and smiling at what happened on it earlier that morning. "Hey, Ava?" he yelled.
From the distance he heard, "What?" yelled back down. Richie hated that. "COME HERE, PLEASE!" he yelled back. Richie's Mom and Dad taught him that you come running when called. He picked and chose his battles carefully with Ava. That wasn't really one worth having. "What's up?" Ava said running into the room. "Sit down, honey." he instructed, pointing to the chair accross the couch coffee table. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked. "I don't know, Ava, did you?" he questioned. "No, Daddy! So what's with the sit down?". Richie studdered a bit, searching for the right words. "Um, well" he didn't really know how to put it out there. "Spill it Pops!" she said laughing. Richie frowned and threw a couch pillow at her, which made him laugh. He loved Ava so much, he wanted her approval and acceptance. "I'm seeing someone, sweetheart." he just blurted it out. "Ok!" she said. "I think it's going to be very serious and I would like you to meet her. I've invited her to attend the award thingy with us." Ava raised her eyebrows, "What's her name?" she asked. "Harley" he said. "Question 2...How old is she?" Richie chuckled, "42" he answered. "Question 3...Kids?". Richie shook his head, "I'll answer any question you have, honey. None, she has no children." he said smiling at her, loving her curiousity and frankness. "Harley? What kind of name is that? Is she a biker chick, Dad?". Richie let out a loud laugh. "No, honey! She is a country singer. Not a biker chick!" he told her. "HARLEY STEWART, Dad?" Richie nodded, "The one and only!"
"Oh My GAWD!" She yelled. "That's super cool, daddy! I can't wait to meet her! I'm a big fan!" Ava informed him of something new. "Does she like you a lot too? Ya know her husband died, right?" she asked. "Yeah, she really likes me. I know about Tim. It's very sad." he told her. "Be nice to her, daddy! She may be fragile." Ava thought to give him advice. Richie found that to be extremely sweet. "I love you, sweetheart! Thanks for the advice. I promise to always be nice to her." he assured her.
"Cool! Can I go back upstairs now? Charlie is waiting for me to call her." she asked, really wanting to be done talking about this. "Go on!" he said as Ava jumped up heading upstairs. "Hey?" Ava stopped, "What?" she asked impatient. "Any homework?" he asked. "No!" she ran upstairs.

Ava was turning into a beautiful teenager. Her attitude was all teenager, but once in a while a very adult thing comes out of her mouth.

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

That night Harley dreamt, but she wasn't so sure it was a sweet dream. It began sweet, with her and Richie making love, but when she turned her head, Tim was there. Standing and watching her let Richie fuck her. She pushed Richie off her and told Tim she was so sorry. He asked her if she loved Richie. With tears, she said she believed she did, but that she would love him forever. Tim told her to be happy. Then he was gone, when she turned around, Richie was asleep. Almost like a dream, inside a dream. It was enough to wake her. Looking around the room, searching for any sign of Tim. Feeling guilty for wishing he was still there. Once she realized it was a dream, she turned to Richie and put her head on his chest. "I love you!" she said to him quietly. He was sleeping, but he heard her. Bringing his arms around her and holding her tight. She fell back to sleep.

Richie woke at a staggering 7 am. He was generally an early riser. Believing that the early bird always catches the worm. He snuck out of bed, trying not to wake her. Pouring himself some coffee, he went out by the pool to drink his coffee and check his Twitter. While reading his tweets, it hit him. She said 'I love you!'. Putting his iPad down, he replayed what he could remember in his mind. He remembered her laying her head down on his chest andher sweet words. What brought that on? Was she talking in her sleep? He would have to ask her. If she did say it, was he ready to go all in and say it back? He knew he told her he was falling in love but that is different than being all the way there. Richie wanted to go up there and wake her up. But he refrained. She needed her rest. Little did he know, she rolled over to curl up against him and he wasn't there. Harley go tup and brushed her teeth and headed down to find him.

He looked up and saw her in the door. He put everything down and walked over to her. She was pouting. He smiled, rubbed her arms, kissed her and asked "why the pouty lip, baby?" "I rolled over and you weren't there!" she said in a near whine. He pulled her in for a sweet good morning hug. "Did you sleep alright?" he asked, figuring it could be an open to discuss the 'I love you'. He didn't want to leave it unaddressed. "I did! Only woke once." pulling back, he looked at her, "yeah? would that be when you put your head on my chest?". She nodded, feeling a bit embarassed for what she had said. She thought he was asleep and didn't hear her. "Is there coffee?" Richie took her hand and walked her to the kitchen. Pulled downa  mug for her. She made herself a cup, when she looked up he was looking at her. "What?" she asked. "Did you mean it?" he asked, holding her gaze. "I mean everything I say, Rich. If I don't mean it, I don't say it." she explained, knowing what was coming. "you don't have to make a big deal out of it. I had a very bizarre dream and it left me feeling vulnerable and emotional. So my feelings came out." she said. Starting to walk past him, with her coffee, to where he was sitting outside. But he grabbed her and stopped her. Took her coffee and put it on the counter. richie lifted her onto the stool. Standing between her legs, "tell me about the dream" he said. "I don't want to. It's no big deal, babe." she said. "It left you feeling that way, it's a big deal to me, please, tell me?" he asked again. She took in a deep breath and sighed. "Fine" she agreed.

Harley told him about Tim coming to see her while they were having sex. But told him it wasn't just sex, taht he was making love to her, slowly. The expression on Richie's face only changed when she said she pushed him off her, to talk to Tim. Harley chose to not address the change of expression, but to continue on with Tim asking her if she loved him. At that point his face softened. He let her finish explaining that when she woke, those words had to be said. Richie took her face in his hands, I've never said this or felt this so fast before. It scares the shit out of me. But then I see your face, feel your touch, or hear your voice and I know it's right. I love you too. I want to know everything about you. I want to share everything about me with you." he said as tears flowed down her cheeks and he wiped one away with his thumb, the other, he kissed away softly. As he kissed the tear, she repeated "I love you". His lips found hers and their tongues couldn't wait to caress each others. Enough time had passed and Richie got hard as hell, touching her. His hands went down to her waist and slid her pants free. Harley couldn't pull his sweat pants down fast enough. She wanted him inside her and he needed to be inside her.

Pulling her to the edge of the chair, they're lips making sucking sounds and filling the air with moans of passion. They attacked each other's necks and ears. She felt him go inside her. She gasped as did Richie. "You feel so good, baby!" he told her. "I can't , can't get enough of you!" she responded, breathlessly. He thrust into her. Her legs wrapped around him, he picked her up and carried her to the sofa. Laying her down, sliding his hot shaft in and out, at a slow but steady pace. He wanted her shirt off. Trying to unbutton it, but she couldn't. He stopped, grabbed the shirt and tore it open. "Oh yeah" she said as he took a mouthful of her breast in his mouth. He started thrusting into her again., harder and deeper. Harley had exploded with a raging orgasm. Richie lifted her legs and pumped. You could hear him slap against her. He was lasting longer this time. She was still tight but he gained his endurance and stamina back. The new position sent Harley into another explosive wave. Back arched, yelling "Oh Richie, don't stop!" The second one was too much for him. He slammed his hot cum into her. She loved the face he made while fuckingher. Very much like watching him play guitar. He fell down on her, kissing her.

"I don't wanna leave." she confessed. "I want this everyday of my life."
"I have to tell Ava first, baby. Then you can come back, forever if you want." he said. "We really need to give her time to get used to me, before I just show up and stay." she said. Richie nodded, "I agree! I'm just gonna miss you so much", kissing her one last time before getting up.

Harley drank her coffee with Richie. Talking, laughing, planning when they may see each other again. Richie would be heading to Jon's in New Jersey to begin recording the new Bon Jovi album. Harley would begin writting her next album. "Hey, I'm being honored next week for my work with The Midnight Mission. You should come be my date." he suggested. Really hoping she would. "Is that going to give you time to tell Ava?" she asked. "I'm going to tell her tonight!" he answered. Harley smiled, "yes, I'll be your date." Looking at the time, she frowned. It was already time for her to pack and get her shower. Time just seemed to fly with Richie. Why couldn't it stay last night forever?

It was time for Harley to go. She knew she had to play it cool. There would be a lot of leaving each other for work. It's best to not make it weird or difficult for him. Richie felt it best to have a car pick her up and take her to the airport. The driver loaded the car and waited for her to finish saying her goodbye's. "I had a wonderful time, Rich." she said. "Me too, darlin'!" he said, softly kissing her.l She found she actually had to fight back a few tears. Hugging him and absorbing his smell, taste, and feel, so she could take it home with her. "See ya next week, gorgeous." he said. "Bye, baby." one final kiss. She turned and walked to the car. Harley blew Richie a farewell kiss, he blew one back. Getting into the car, she headed home to Nashville.

Both feeling sadness to say goodbye to each other, yet knowing they had to be careful. Moving too fast in a relationship could kill it. They had moved pretty fast as it was. They were in love, but still had so much to learn about each other.

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Richie walked into the pool first. "Is it cold?" she asked. "Nope" he answered, "it's heated, honey. Come on!" as he went under the water. She felt better knowing that and walked right in. The water was cooling on her hot skin. The candles in the pool had long since burned out. richie began throwing them on the side of the pool. As he was doing that Harley came up from behind him and wrapped her arms and legs around him, hugging his back and sprinkled him with soft kisses. She let him go long enough for him to turn around. He swirled her around in the water, stopping only to kiss her sweet lips. "Baby?" he said wanting to ask her a question. "hmmm?" "What was your marriage like?" he asked. Harley pulled away from him and headed towards the shallow end. "You don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry, honey." he told her as she walked out of the pool. Richie followed behind. She was wrapping herself in a towel, when he grabbed one and said softly, "I didn't mean to upset you, really, I didn't.". "You didn't upset me. I'm just trying to think of how to describe it." she said.

Taking her by the arm, he led her to the same chair they had captured the rays and napped on earlier. As they sat side by side, she swallowed and began. "We had a great marriage, Richie. He was loyal, faithful, and he loved me with all that he had. He was my best friend and my partner in life. Then I lost him." she said, continuing "He was a strong man. A man who didn't believe in speaking his feelings much. Am I boring you?" she asked. "No, not at all. What do you mean by 'speaking his feelings'?" he asked. "He told me he loved me maybe twice in all the time we spent together." "He never said he loved you?" Richie asked with a complete sound of disbelief. "Never!" she said, looking at the pool. She looked back at Richie, "He felt that by being there, that should have told me. He'd always say 'If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be here!'" she explained. "You were ok with that?" he asked. "Well, no! But I guess I had to be. I loved him but we would have had our share of heated discussions in the beginning of our relationship. Sometimes, I just felt like I needed to hear those words. It still never changed anything. It just was, what it was. He was all I knew and I loved him."
"All you knew?" he asked. "Yeah, he was my first. I never knew anything before him." Harley looked at Richie, still with disbelief of what she was discovering with him. "You must have been beyond crushed and very lost after..." he said, trailing off. She nodded. "I was watching TV, some entertainment show or something like that and they showed you walking out of the church behind the funeral percession, and all I thought was how broken you must be. I could feel it. I said a prayer for you that night." That moved Harley so much, that when Richie started to speak again, Harley stopped him with a kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, she whispered so lightly, "I'm lonely, Richie. I want to fall in love again." Raising his hand to her face, "I think I'm already in love, darlin'" not giving her a chance to respond. The kiss was so passionate and powerful. Harley pulled herself up to straddle his lap, still kissing him. Deep thrusts and flickering of their tongues. She pulled herself from his lips. Looking at him softly, "I think I am too" he grabbed her with more force and kissed her again, nearly rocking her back off him. "If Ava didn't need to come home tomorrow, you wouldn't be leaving." he said. "So what now, Rich?" she asked. "We see eachother when we can. I'm so busy right now, but I'll make room for you." still kissing between sentences. "I'm going to be busy too. We will figure it out, right?". "Yeah, baby, we will. They may be stolen moments for a while but at least we get those.". Harley's lips melted into his. His hands roamed to her towel, opening the clasp and letting it fall to the chair. She wrapped her legs around him. Kissing each other, feverishly. His hands roaming the soft curves of her body. Harley took his hand and showed him where she needed and wanted it. She didn't have to show him much. He knew exactly what to do to her. He caressed her clit slowly. Causing her breathing to quicken. Richie wished he could fuck her but 3 times in one day, slowed him down a bit. He would find a way to give her what she needed. He would have to improvise and make it good. Harley's hips started moving in time with the way he was rubbing her. Richie slipped 2 fingers inside her, adding a third finger as he felt she could accept it. The kiss ended and he concentrated on thrusting in and out of her, hitting her G-spot with his long sexy fingers. Harley helped by beginning to rub her clit, with one hand, while holding onto Richie with the other. She was so fucking hot, he thought. Wanting to be hard and fucking her 24/7. Harley let out a moan "ahhhhh! Fuck me!" she demanded. As her pussy pulsated around his fingers, he knew she had a clitoral orgasm. He decided to not stop fucking her. He pushed her back just enought to put her nipple in his mouth, "Oh God, Richie!"  she squeeled, as she came for him. Harley was shaking, he took his fingers out and pulled her to him, holding her tight with both arms. "I'm sorry, I'm no spring chicken." he said. She put her finger over his lips to stop him from speaking. "Your perfect! Your so perfect, baby!" she said, moving her finger and kissing him again lightly. "Take me to bed?" she asked, grabbing her towe and covering herself. Richie stood and turned around. "Climb on!" he told her. "Are you sure, spring chicken?" she asked laughing. "HaHa!" He laughed. "Get up there!" Harley jumped gently on his back and he gave her a piggy back ride to the bedroom. He set her down gently on the bed. "Your so strong and sexy" she told him as she was walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. He followed her in, to do the same.

While brushing, they kept looking at each other in the mirror. Until Harley broke into a hysterical laugh, because Richie was making silly faces at her. He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. Harley spit her toothpaste out, "I nearly chocked, dork!" Richie smiled with his own thoughts of what she could choke on, but felt best to keep that to himself. Harley dropped her towel and decided to tease him just a bit. Instead of getting into bed on her side, she crawled on her hands and knees across the bed. Giving a beautiful view from behind. What she didn't expect was for him to grab her hips and pull her back to him, biting an ass cheek. "Owww!" she yelled laughing. "Sorry, darlin'! but if you put that ass in my face, I'm gonna find something to do with it!" "That's ok! I kinda liked it!" she informed him while slipping under the sheets. Richie got in and pulled her to him. "Gnite beautiful. Sweet dreams." he told her. "They can't get much sweeter than this!" she said. Turning her head to be able to accept his kiss goodnight.

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Harley couldn't eat anymore. Her tiny waist was stuffed. "Your done, baby?" he asked. Nodding and wiping her mouth with the napkin. "Eat! You don't have to stop because I'm done." she told him. "I'm actually good." he said, standing up and taking her hand and kissing the top of it as he pulled her off the seat, to him.

Harley bit her lower lip with nervousness. Not too sure what he had planned next. "Relax, sweetheart! Dance with me?" he pulled her to him. Putting his hand around her waist and took her other hand placing it next to his heart. Richie's favorite came on. Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight". He whispered in her ear, "Perfect!". She closed her eyes and swayed slowly with him. Taking him into her senses, soul, and heart. He smelled heavenly. Her eyes never opened but Richie found his way to her lips. She let her hand slide around his neck. She swore that kissing him for all eternity, wouldn't be long enough. She didn't want him to see her buckle so easily. One dance and she was mush. The thing was, he knew. He was ready to give in too. Still dancing and flowing with each others moves, they gazed into each others eyes. Again, she felt he was reading her. Feeling another heated flush, she smiled and looked away. He seized the opportunity and went for her neck. Opening his mouth and letting his tongue discover the sweet taste of her skin. Her hands fisted up with his shirt. Her legs could barely hold her up anymore. Turning her head back, their tongues eager to touch again. Letting go of his shirt, Richie wasn't so forgiving with the tight grip he had on her back. He wanted her as close to him as he could have her.

Both breathing uncontrollably, at this point. Harley could feel Richie get harder and harder as he pressed against her. She pulled back from his kiss. Both of their lips glistening with wetness and slightly swollen from sucking. Bringing her arms down from around his shoulders and stepping away with all the strength she could find in her legs. Running her hands down his strong, hard arms. Pulling him to follow her. She walked inside the house. She was heading towards the stairs, when Richie stopped and pulled her back towards him. the fireplace was roaring and he had thoughts of wanting her on the fur rug in front of the fireplace. Harley looked at the rug and fire and knew what he wanted. "Ok, baby" she whispered before kissing him. She slid a strap of her dress off her shoulder. He trailed her every move with kisses on her shoulders, neck, ears. Harley pulled the clasp out of her hair, letting it fall. Then she released the other strap. Stepping away slightly from Richie. Her eyes never leaving his. Bringing her arms to her side, rotating a shoulder slightly, enough for the yellow sating dress to fall to the floor. Still holding his stare, but not for long. When the gown fell, she was naked. Richie moaned realizing she had absolutely nothing on undernearth that dress all night.

She walked to him and finished unbuttoning his shirt and took it off. His pants still on, he pulled her against him. Parting her lips with his tongue. His left hand went straight to her nipple. Harley could feel the rough calloused fingertips and it pierced her to the core. Richie was wearing knitted woven khaki pants with no belt. A simple tug and they hit the floor. He also had nothing on underneath. She loved his freedom. As they kissed he slowly took her over to the rug. Kneeling down first he kissed her flat stomach. She had a firm stomach but not too hard. He loved every part of her body. She went down on her knees. Continuing with the very hot and passionate kissing. He leaned her backwards and she quickly flung her arms around his shoulders to hold on as he placed her in position. He layed on top of her kissing and licking her neck, shoulders, and working his way to her perfect tits. His sucking made sweet music in her ears, not to mention the very sensation itself, that could make her cum, if done long enough. He came back up kissing her again. Harley moved in such a way that made him roll over with her landing on top of him. Exactly what she wanted. She wanted him in her mouth. To taste him. Laying on top of him, she was kissing him deeply. Her legs on each side of him. His cock was against her clit and Harley couldn't help but ride him. The fire was making them hot and causing them both to have droplets of sweat form on their bodies. Richie reached for her hips, running his long sexy fingers over her ass. Helping her to grind into his hardness. Lifting herself off his chest just enough to apply extra pressure to her throbbing clit. Her breathing loud, her hands on his chest, perching over him. Her moans getting louder. Harley exploded into her orgasm. Richie watched her. She was so fucking beautiful and sexy. He wanted to make her feel that ecstasy all the time. She brought her head down to his chest and kissed and licked every part she could, that would please him. Working her way down. He tasted of salt, the way a man should. This time he wasn't stopping her. Richie had the perfect amount of hair around his cock. Keeping it trimmed. Harley rubbed her face in it. Fully aware that his huge cock was against her cheek. Turning her head slightly, she stuck her tongue out and gave it a little lick. Then kissing it, she loved how it jumped for her. Thinking to herself how she would put the entire thing in her mouth. She would give it her best. Her hand caressed it and brought it standing up. She saw the droplet of his juices on the tip. Taking her tongue, she put it in her juice and spread it around the tip of his head. Richie, taking a breathe in through gritted teeth. Harley opened her mouth wideand slide down past his head. She relaxed her thoat muscles and went even further. Richie held her hair and watched her take him in. He was shocked at how much she took. Richie's breathing increased and his moans more promounced. Her hand caressed his beautiful balls. They were firm and getting very full of his hot cum. Now licking the sides of his cock and the rim, sending him into overdrive. He knew he had to stop her soon. If he didn't he would cum in her mouth. Not wanting it to end that way. Little did he know, Harley knew he was close. One last lick downward and she headed to his balls and licked his balls. He watched her, damn she was good at this. Suddenly he felt wet warmth around his balls. She was swollowing them. One at a time, she took them into her mouth. She kissed the inside of his thighs, sucking so hard, she left a little mark, knowing exactly what she was doing. Kissing her way back up his chest, there tongues met before their lips touched. Loving that he wasn't afraid to taste himself. She put her hand down between them, lifting his cock and putting it in her. She groaned as he went inside her. "It's been a long time, baby. I may be rusty" she said, winded. "Nah, it's like getting back on a horse. I'll help ya, baby." as he said that, he lifted his hips, making her gasp, "AHHHH". He wasn't stopping to ask her if she was alright. Figuring if she wasn't, she would stop him. Harley rocked back and forth and Richie kept thrusting his hips upwards in perfect rhythm. Harleys hair was wet from sweating. Richie could feel her wetness all over him. Her juices running down his balls. He felt the need to take control. He grabbed her and brought her down to him for a kiss and rolled her over. Pulling himself out of her he sat up on his knees, between her legs. Kissing the insides of her ankles. Harley sat up and without a word swallowed his cock with her mouth. Stroking with her hand tightly. He pulled her away. He was too close. He layed her back down and lifted both legs over his shoulders and put his rock hard cock back inside her. Leaning over her, her legs in the air, Richie pumped his hips. He hoped she'd cum soon, as he was not going to hold for long. She was still extremely tight around him. Harley looked down and saw his massive hardness pumping in her. Sending a waive of hot feverish shocks through her body. Arching her back and digging her nails into his arms. "Yeah, baby! Cum for me!" he said going faster but staying steady. Richie's breathing really loud with groans, he slammed into her one last time, as his hot juice burst inside her. His head tilted back. Harley held his face in her hands as he came. His body jerked a few times before laying his body down on her. Kissing her softly, Harley relaxed her legs. "you know what I would really love?" she asked. A small kiss on her cheek and he said "what would you love?"
"After being by this very hot fire, a dip in your pool sounds so good" she said. "I am totally up for some skinny dippin, come on" he said. He jumped to his feet. Harley started to stand but was very unsteady. Sitting back down, "Richie? Hand, please?" she asked. "You ok?" slightly embarassed. She nodded "Yes, just have jelly legs, right now." Putting a big smile on his face, Richie helped her up.

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Richie sat down on the couch thinking about everything that was happening. This was a whirlwind. He was supposed to be sweeping her off her feet, but it seemed she was sweeping him off his. How would he tell Ava he had fallen in love in such a short time?

He looked up and saw her walking back down the stairs. She had put on a very beautiful satin, yellow dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair had been put up, exposing all the sexy beauty in her neck and jaw line. Walking over to the stairs, he took her hand. Looking at her with complete wonderment. "I don't know if I can eat now! Your a complete knock out, baby!". Harley smiled softly, standing close enough to slow dance. Sliding her arms around his shoulders. His lips so close to hers, she could feel his hot breath on her lips. Tugging slightly on his head, just enough for his lips to melt into hers. She opened her mouth to take in his tongue. This kiss was different. It was deep, like the others but it was slower. His hands wrapped tightly around her waist, sliding to the small of her back, where he realized her dress was backless. Liking it so much, he let out a moan. The kiss ending just in time to catch some air. Harley brought her hand down to his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. She was flushed in her cheeks. She didn't care if they ate or not. Her breathing wasn't stable and he knew it. She took his lips again. This time she slid her tongue in his mouth. Bending his knees slightly, to get a good grip on her, he lifted her off the floor, with full intentions of laying her on the sofa. But he stopped himself. Putting her down, "sorry, I got a little carried away, darlin'" he told her. "No baby, I think that was me who was being carried away. Don't ever be sorryf or that." His hand around her bare neck, running his thumb along her jaw line. "We need to eat NOW! Otherwise, we won't." He took her hand and guided her to the beautiful pool side table, lit with candles and a standing vase filled with beautiful red roses, which was next to her seat. What looked to be a bottle of champagne chilling on ice. She frowned slightly and turned to him, "Champagne?" she asked. "No sweetheart, sparkling cider." He pulled her chair out for her and she sat down. "This is all so beautiful, Richie." There were candles floating in the pool. "You really didn't need to go to all this trouble."
"It's no trouble. It's a beautiful evening, for a beautiful woman.". Harley felt the heat rise to her face and she looked down at the table. "I've never had sushi before and I'm trying to have an open mind about it. What do I do?" she asked, making him laugh. Richie showed her how to eat sushi. She actually liked it, although it wasn't something she would want everyday.

Her favorite part of the dinner was Richie sitting so close to her, so he could feed her sushi with chop sticks. Occasionally between bites they're lips would come together. Harley couldn't believe this was happening. This had to be the most romantic evening she'd ever experienced. Tim loved her deeply but he was a proud cowboy. A romantic evening for him was riding the horses together and sitting on the porch or watching Nascar together. Harley accepted it and loved Tim for the man he was. But Richie was hitting all the girlie spots inside her. Her wants and desires that she never really let herself pay too much attention to. Was it really possible to fall in love with a man so different from what she had loved before? He made her feel like a beautiful, sexy woman. Like she was the only woman in the world, that mattered.

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Stunned she gasped and turned to look at him. “Could you be anymore of a romantic?” she asked. He laughed, “So it’s good?” “Yes, it’s wonderful!”, planting a kiss on his lips. “Let me go freshen up a minute and I’ll be back” she said nearly skipping to the staircase. He liked seeing her this happy.

Richie’s phone rang, it was his publicist, Dan. “Hey man, what’s up? Kinda busy.”

“Yeah? Wouldn’t happen to be with Harley Stewart, would it?” he asked. Richie’s mouth flew open. “Who and what was said?” he asked as he saw Harley flying down the stairs with her phone in hand. “It’s out!” she said to him. “What do we do?” she asked him. “Dan, hang on a sec, bud.” he put Dan on mute. Harley did the same to her publicist. “What do you want to do?” he asked her. “Richie, you have a daughter to think of. I have nobody, but my fans. It should be your decision. I’m ok with whatever you decide.” she said. Knowing it had to come from him. He took Dan off mute, “Dan?” “Yeah?” “You can confirm that Harley Stewart and I are in fact a couple.” Dan yelled out, without even a thought, “No shit?!” Richie chuckled “No shit! You can also say that we are very happy, ok?” Dan asked Richie if he should tell them for how long they had been seeing each other. “No! It’s nobody’s business!” he said and hung up. Harley told her publicist the same thing. Only difference is her publicist said “This may be a bad light on you, Harley.” “I don’t care. I’ll come through it. All they want is to see me happy and I am. Once they see it and see he’s not what they think, it’ll be ok” she assured her then hung up. Richie heard what she said and went over to her, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry, baby. You probably weren’t ready for this.” he said. “It’s alright. I’m more ready than you think.” she said. “You have Ava, like I said. I have my fans. Yours is a little more personal and precious, baby.” Richie told her he would tell Ava about them Sunday night. They seemed to have gotten lost in each other’s eyes. Harley forgot what she went upstairs for. Snapping free from him. “Freshening up, right!” she said, pointing upstairs. Feeling very silly. “I’ll be back” she said. “Ok, darlin. I’ll be waiting.” Harley ran back up the stairs thinking, she won’t keep him waiting for long.

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Harley took a shower alone this time, taking the time she needed to do her hair and add a tiny bit of make-up. After, Richie drove her to the beach where they went for a beautiful walk. Holding hands, talking, and getting their feet wet. Stepping occasionally for a kiss or two. They were in their own bliss. Richie had brought a blanket and threw it down. They were on a very secluded part of the beach. Sitting down, Richie put his arm around her. “This is so beautiful and serine” she said. “I can see why you love this so much”. Richie looked at her, deciding to feel her out. “Do you think you could love it here?” he asked. She looked back at him, very serious and not sure where he was going with this. “I don’t know. There would have to be something I love more than the country to keep me here, happily.” she answered the best way she knew how. Throwing back at him, “could you?”. “Could I what, sweetheart?” he asked. “Love the country like you do LA?” she clarified. “If I was in love enough. But it would have to be a compromise.” he said. “What kind of compromise?” she asked. “School years are here and summers in Nashville.” he said. “I won’t switch Ava’s school.”. “Well, we are really jumping the gun with this talk.” she said laughing. “No, just checkin in with what you and I would be willing to do, to make it work.” he said. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a man that I’m in love with.” she told him. He grinned at her and leaned over to kiss her, yet again. This time the kiss had a lot more feeling. Sliding his tongue into her mouth and laying her down on the blanket. Hovered over her, she had her hand wrapped in his hair, holding him to her. The kiss started soft and sensual but was quickly turning to hot and feverish. Harley had forgotten where she was. His kiss went so deep, and felt so good, she began to moan. Richie couldn’t believe how hard he was. He hadn’t had this happen in many years. Three erections in twelve hours.

Exploring every part of her mouth with his tongue, biting her lip and diving back in. He felt her moans in his mouth. Suddenly feeling her body stiffen and making a fist in his hair. Her breathing very erratic and a deep moan. He knew she just had an orgasm. He had never had a woman cum for him with a kiss alone. He liked it! No, he loved it! He pulled back and kissed her lightly. Still wanting more but Richie knew now was not the place to fuck her. The sun was starting to set. Richie caressed her face. She waited and expected him to say something about what just happened but he didn’t. Bringing her hand down from his hair, she ran her fingers over his lips. Looking in his eyes, she was in love, she knew it. Wanting to say it but there was absolutely no way she could on their first day together. He couldn’t possibly feel the same for her. “Let’s watch the sunset?” she said. Trying to focus elsewhere, besides at the emotions and words that seemed to want to come out of her mouth. Probably she was just emotional after having such an orgasm from a kiss. Something that had never happened to her before, either. They sat up and watched the sun go down together with his arms around her. Once the sun went down Richie picked up the blanket and they headed back to his house. What she didn’t know, was while they were on the beach, Richie had someone come in and set up a beautiful, candle lit sushi dinner, poolside. With Romantic music and a dozen, very beautiful long stem red roses waiting for her.

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Putting her bikini on, he walked over to her, pressing her to him and taking her in his arms. “your beautiful, sexy, funny, smart, I could go on forever.” he told her. “tonight we will have dinner on the patio. Do some dancing and light a fire.” he continued. Sounded perfect to her. She went along with sunbathing and napping, but she didn’t like the idea of being on a separate lounge chair than his. Harley was very surprised when they went on the patio and saw a double lounge chair. They would be side by side.

Richie layed on his stomach and Harley followed along. They’re feet intertwined. Harley sat up to put oil on his back and legs. “Had we not just had sex, I’d take you right here” he said to her. She smiled and handed him the bottle, “do me!” she said with a giggle. “Oh, happily, darlin’” Richie being the perfectionist got every part of her body. Laying back on his stomach when done. They faced each other. Harley said “I could fall so madly in love with you!” He lifted his head and kissed her lips, sweetly, softly and said “I believe I already have, darlin”, he kissed her again. Not giving her a chance to speak more. “Now rest your tired eyes a bit. I set the timer. We won’t burn.” Sleep happened almost within seconds.

The alarm rang, waking them both. “time to flip” he told her. He sprayed the oil on himself. Richie went to hand it to her but she was already asleep. He sprayed her with the oil and began rubbing it over her chest, then her firm stomach. Slowly working his way to her legs, she moaned. His hands felt so good on her body. He smiled, knowing that even as she slept, she felt him. Half hour later the alarm sounded again. This time Harley didn’t wake up. She was out cold. Richie didn’t want to disturb her, so he put the awning out, so she wouldn’t burn. Taking a towel and wiping off as much oil as he could, he turned and jumped in the pool. After about 5 laps, he got out. Towel dried himself, wishing she was awake to do it for him. Wrapping the towel around his waist, looking at her. Studying her body, face, her breathing. He couldn’t help but reflect on the mornings events. Jesus! He thought to himself. He knew he nearly lost her right then and there. He couldn’t allow anything like that to happen again.

Richie went inside to grab a shower and began planning his evening with Harley. Figuring it could go two ways. He could take her out, in public, risking being seen or plan something private at home with just the two of them, which is what he told her the plan was. Thinking about it, he looked outside at her laying on her side, resting so peacefully. He decided to just stay in. After Denise’s fiasco, he felt she had been through enough. Having the tabloids and paparazzi flashing pics at them would make them high profile news. He didn’t want her to go through all that, just yet. Richie called his favorite sushi place and asked them to bring a dinner for two by 8pm.

Richie figured now would be the perfect time to check in with Ava. Not sure he would think of it later. Harley opened her eyes, took in a deep breathe, wondering how long she had been sleeping. Noticing Richie wasn’t there. She sat up and he saw her. He let Ava go and walked out to her. “Have a good rest, baby?” he asked as he planted a kiss on her lips. “I did! How long was I sleeping?”. Looking at his watch, “couple hours”

“I’m so sorry! What have you been doing?” she asked him. “Well, I took a dip after the alarm went off. Then took a shower, and planned our evening”. She smiled “Busy boy! So what exactly do you have planned for tonight?” she asked with great anticipation. Richie licked his lips and bit his lower lip. “I made reservations at the hottest restaurant in LA! Dinner, dancing, and tons of celebrities there. Which means there’s always paparazzi outside waiting, but I’m sure your cool with that, right darlin'?” he was getting great pleasure watching her face. Harley was trying to be cool but her face looked like she’d seen a ghost. She swallowed very hard, “Sounds great, but what happened to our night with a fire and dinner and dancing here?”. Richie placed his finger under her chin, nudging her to look up at him. “I have sushi being delivered here at 8. I wouldn’t do that to you on our first real date.” he confessed. Harley slugged him in the arm. “would you have gone, if it were true?” he asked her. She nodded her head, “Yeah, if that’s what you wanted.” she answered. “But you are private and don’t like too much public spotlight. So why would you do that?”

“Richie, because it shouldn’t always be what I want. It’s what “WE” want. If that’s what makes you happy, I’d do it. But, in return I’d also expect nice quiet nights at home.” she explained. “You would come out publicly about our seeing each other?” he asked. “I would be very proud to tell anyone that I’m dating you, baby!” she said leaning in to kiss his lips.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

She followed him down to the kitchen where he started a pot of coffee. “Are you hungry, baby?” he asked her. She shook her head. Harley sat at the breakfast nook and stared at the coffee dripping into the pot. Seemed like eternity. Richie began to tell her about his relationship with Denise. Starting at the beginning. He made her a cup of coffee and they went to his patio and sat at the table by the pool. She continued to hear about the media scrutiny over his and Denise’s relationship. Harley never spoke a word, just listened. Richie ended with “and here we are”. Harley nodded her head and looked into her coffee mug. “You didn’t know that was her on top of you this morning?”
“No! I had gone to sleep. I felt long hair on me, but I thought it was yours. I never opened my eyes.” he explained. Seeing that his response seemed to be accepted. “Will this ever happen again? Do I have to worry about this bitch?” she asked. “Never again! Worry?” he asked not sure what she meant. “Yeah worry! You sleeping with her, while seeing me. I mean I know we aren’t committed, but I’d like to know if I’m sharing you. That’s only fair, Richie.” she said. Richie had to fight back the grin on his face, knowing it wouldn’t go over well. He felt that was her way of finding out where she stood in the relationship with him. “Harley, look at me” he requested. She did as he asked. Leaning forward, he looked deep in her eyes, “I don’t want to be shared. Your all I want to be with. There will be nobody else, but you.” he told her. Harley stood up abruptly and it made him nervous. He stood up as well. She looked up at him. “Take a shower with me? Please? I’d like to
wash her off you”. “Sure, baby.” Taking her hand and walking in the house.

Richie’s shower was made of beautiful brown granite, encased in glass. It had two shower heads. He turned them both on, usually only using one. Undressing and stepping inside, Harley grabbed his sponge and poured his body wash on it. Richie went to take the sponge out of her hand, but she stopped him “Uh-huh, I’ll do it!” she told him, smiling. He had never been so happy to see her smile. She started with his shoulders, going slowly down his massive, strong arms. Coming back to his chest. The sponge ran over his hard nipples followed by her free hand. “just makin sure I get everything” she said as she used both hands to wash him. Trailing down his stomach, she lathered his belly button, stuck her finger inside, and gently wiggled it. She noticed he was getting aroused by his washing. Surely, he thought she’d go to his dick but instead she went to his back. Caressed and washed his muscular back, again using both hands. Looking down, she soaped up his ass. Rubbed it well with both hands. Something had turned her on beyond words. She pressed her body against his back. Her hand and sponge wrapped around his waist, she gently soaped up his shaft, that was fully erect. Kissing his back, she dropped the sponge, her hand, rubbed the soap all down to his balls, that were tightening up. The water rinsing the soap off quickly. Walking back around to the front of him. “I think I got her off you” she said. Standing in front of him, so close all she had to do was pucker her lips and he would feel her. Running her hands down his back to his ass. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, bending his head down, the side of his face touching hers. She turned her head slightly towards his and his lips locked on hers, taking her arms and putting them over his shoulders, he backed her into the granite wall of the shower. Harley’s fingers were tangled in his hair. He felt so good. He was such a sexy man. She wanted him to be hers, all hers. Richie moved his lips and tongue down her neck. Moaning as he tasted her. This woman fit him. He hadn’t felt so much passion for a woman since Heather. But this was different. So much more hunger, a desire so deep, to make her his. Lifting her legs and wrapping them around him, he thrust himself inside her. He broke the kiss long enough to say to her “This is where we belong, baby. With each other.” Nodding her head breathlessly, all she could say was “uh-huh”. Richie kept sliding in and out of her. Hitting all the right spots inside her. He felt her starting to tighten around him. Damn, she felt good. Harley let out a cry of sweet release. Digging her fingers into his shoulder muscles. How could anything feel this good? She was still so tight around his cock, that when she came and tightened down more on him, he had no choice but to shoot his hot juice into her. Kissing one last time and looking at each other, they let out a laugh. “Damn, what a morning!” she said as he pulled himself out of her. Richie reached for the shampoo to complete his shower, but Harley saw the name on the shampoo, “Denise Richards Haircare”. “Seriously?” she said, while pointing to the bottle. Grabbing it from his hands, she squeezed a tiny bit in the palm of his hand and then threw the bottle of shampoo in the garbage. “We will get you different shampoo today!” He couldn’t help but laugh. “you bring a bathing suit baby?” he asked. “I did, only because you told me to.” she answered. “Put it on! Let’s go down by the pool, catch some rays and fall asleep for a bit” he suggested. “Sounds so good.” She said. Richie put her suitcase on the bed. “Richie?” She asked. “Yeah, babe?” he answered as he was getting his swim trunks out. “Can we have the bedding changed, please?” she asked him sweetly. “Yeah, when the cleaning crew comes, I’ll make sure it’s done.” She smiled at him, “thank you” .

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Denise didn’t like or appreciate another woman stepping in and taking what she felt was hers. No, Denise and Richie were not committed, but they were always there for each other. The shoulder to cry on, the friend to laugh with, the lover to fuck with. They were each other’s supporters. Now he’s telling her it’s all done? She had to remind him of why it can’t be done. Thinking Richie would still be asleep and she would use her key and crawl into bed with him, waking him with a beautiful blow job. He would like that for sure, she just knew it.

Denise walked into Richie’s bedroom and shut the door. Oblivious to her surroundings. Not seeing a suitcase and clothes thrown about the room. Slipping her own clothes off, she climbed into bed with Richie. Laying on top of him, kissing his chest. Richie let out a moan. Thinking Harley had come back to him. Harley flushed the toilet and Richie heard the noise. He frowned with wonderment, then opened his eyes, confused. As he looked down and saw it wasn’t Harley. He pushed Denise off him and Harley walked into the room “OH MY GOD” Harley yelled as she saw and jumped back into the bathroom. Denise started laughing hysterically. Richie was beyond pissed off. “Denise, What the fuck are you doing here?” he yelled. “Taking back what’s mine!” she yelled back. Laughter subsiding. Harley grabbed a towel, wrapped herself with it. Flew into the bedroom to gather her clothes. “Baby, stop!” he said to Harley. “No, I’m leaving” she said. Tears streaming down her face. Richie flashed his eyes to Denise. “Get the fuck out of my bed, put your clothes on and get out of my house! Give me the key, Denise!” He demanded. Holding out his hand. She reached in her jeans pocket, pulled out the key, and threw it at him. “This won’t last! She’s Harley Stewart, America’s Sweetheart! She’s too good for you!” she screamed at him as he grabbed the key off the floor and  shut the bathroom door behind him.

But Harley was fast. Her clothes were already on. Walking past him, opening the bedroom door. She stopped dead in her tracks, looked at Denise and said “I am Harley Stewart! America’s Sweetheart! If you breathe a word of this to the media, I’ll sue the fuck out of you! Clear?” Denise had a look of shock on her face “You’ve got them all fooled, don’t you?” she accused. Harley grabbed her bags, “Whoa, stop!” Richie said. “Baby, lets talk about this, please?” he begged. “When your done with her, call me” Denise said and left.

Harley stopped, but refused to look at him. Her chest heaving from anger and from racing around. Richie reached for her bags but she backed away from him. Her tears were gone. “Ok! Denise and I have been friends with benefits for quite some time. We haven’t been serious in years.” he explained. Harley still not responding and not looking at him. So far it just wasn’t good enough for her. “I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t significant enough” he said as her eyes flashed at him. As if to say “Seriously?”. “Fuck! I’m trying Harley!” she took her eyes off him again. “She called me last night, asking for me to go over there. I told her, I couldn’t. That I met someone I really cared about and I wanted to see her exclusively.” he said. “She got mad as hell at me.” his eyes never leaving her face. “Sweetheart, I’m crazy about you!Your all I think about. Please, let’s put your bags down, go make some coffee and talk about this, please, baby, please?” he pleaded, as he slowly went to take the bags, half waiting and expecting her to step away again. But she didn’t. She let him take them. “I’m so sorry” he told her. Her eyes looked into his and she knew it. “Let’s go make that coffee. I’m exhausted and need it.” she told him. He went to put his arms around her for a hug. “Don’t push your luck, Sambora! I’m still here and that’s enough for now, ok?” she told him. He nodded “that’s all I want.” he said.

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Harley felt her heart pound in her chest. Richie was watching every person that walked through the ramp. His heart also pounding. Walking off the ramp she looked around where everyone was but didn’t see him. She turned her head to the far right, away from anyone else, there he was. Jeans, sweatshirt, a USMC cap, with sunglasses on? Harley walked over to him smiling. “Hi” she said. Towering over her by 6 inches, he looked down at her smiled and said “Hi”, he smiled even bigger and grabbed her. She swung her arm around his shoulder and the other on his back. He held her tight. They could feel each other’s hearts pounding, but not sure if it was their own. Pulling loose from the hug, she looked up at him, “It’s 5:30am, Richie. Too bright for ya?” she asked teasingly. He reached and took them off, looking around to see if anyone looked like a crazy Bon Jovi fan. “that’s better! Don’t worry, your not gonna be mobbed at this hour!” as she said that, she moved a piece of hair from his eyes. “Let’s get your luggage and go home” he said. Taking her by the hand. He carried her luggage like a true gentleman. When Harley saw the car she couldn’t help but say “Wow!” Richie smiled “Too much for you?” he asked. “No! It’s very pretty!” she reassured him. He opened the car door for her. The ride to Richie’s was nice. He held her hand tight. They talked about her flight and how much she hates flying. Richie thought better of telling her his near death experience on a plane.
Figuring if she knew she wouldn’t be flying home tomorrow. She’d rent a car and drive. 6:30am in LA, the sun was coming up and it was pretty.

They pulled into a gated community of homes. Very fancy, modern homes, with palm trees in the front yards. Richie’s house appeared clean but plain from the front. He pulled into the garage. Opening her door and reaching for her hand to help her out. Kissing her hand as he pulled her out. “Oh, your sweet!” she said. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Yeah well, ya know?” he grabbed her bags from the trunk. Harley reached for one and he pushed her hand away. “Ok-Ok! I’ll leave them alone, HeMan!” Walking inside his home, Harley couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. Not a typical bachelor pad. “Your home is beautiful, Richie.” she said. “Thank you, darlin’” he replied. He took her to the beautiful mahogany double staircase and stopped. He put the luggage down. Harley looked up at him “What’s up?” she asked. He said “Well, we haven’t talked about this but if you go up those stairs” he pointed to the left, “that’s the guest room” turning his head to the right and pointed “you go up those stairs your staying in my room with me. Your choice, sweetheart.” She smiled “with you?” she asked, eyebrows raised. “Yes, darlin’ I come with that room.” he said smiling. Harley walked up the steps to stand on the landing. She looked towards Richie’s room to the right and looked over to the left. Turning back around, she met her eyes with his, smiled, broke her stare, and walked up the stairs leading to Richie’s room. Richie smiled to himself, grabbed her bags and followed behind.

Placing her bags on the bed. Harley walked over to the French doors that led to his balcony. “Would you like to unpack your bag now?” he asked. Feeling rather exhausted yet exhilarated by the mere thought of this adventure. “Honestly, I was hoping to lay down for a bit. I’m kinda tired. Would you mind?” she asked. “No, of course I don’t mind. I’ll go find something to do till you wake up.” he said. “I was actually hoping you would join me. Would that be ok?” walking over to the side of the bed that had been undisturbed the night before. Richie didn’t speak, he just moved the luggage off the bed. Harley pulled the covers over her legs. Richie couldn’t understand sleeping fully clothed but he wanted to take it at her speed.

He layed on his back with his arms to himself. Harley flung the blanket over him, grabbed his left arm, lifted it so she could fit in and rest her head on his shoulder. He pulled her in tight. Harley turned her head so her face could look at him. Her arm resting on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly. As tired as she was, she couldn’t close her eyes. That would mean she wouldn’t see him. His eyes were closed but she knew he wasn’t sleeping. She wanted to get his attention without saying a word. She brought her leg up over his. Bringing it up high enough, she could feel the cause of his heavy breathing. She took comfort in knowing she wasn’t the only one feeling the heat. His right hand grabbed her thigh and his eyes opened. Their eyes locked on each others. Without speaking a word, they understood each others wants with one look. Richie rolled over on his side, her leg still over him, but his hip now. Her head resting on his strong arm. Harley touched his lips, they were so full and soft. She wanted them, all over her. But she’d be happy to start with a kiss. Looking back up to his eyes. His eyes never left hers. He knew what she wanted. Lifting his head over hers. Staring in his eyes, she knew what he was asking without saying the words, “Are you sure?”, she nodded and that was all he needed. His lips encased hers. His tongue going deep inside her mouth. A moan escaped both of them. His mouth seemed to be such a perfect fit on hers. So much passion between them. Richie couldn’t believe how good she felt. He wanted every part of her. Hands started moving over their bodies. Richie noticing Harley was sniffling, taking his lips away from hers. He whispered, “You crying, baby?” “No” she said breathing rapidly. “What’s with the sniffles?” he asked. Harley was getting annoyed with the questions. They were interfering with the passion. “I’m hot. When I get warm, my nose gets plugged” she answered, going back to his lips. He returned the kiss, then pulled away. “What?” she asked him. The sound of frustration in her voice. He whispered “Take your clothes off”. Bringing a devilish smile to her face, “Only if you take yours off.” she said. He nodded, their lips going back for more. Tongues rolling around the others. Harley kicked off the covers, sat up on her knees facing him. “undress me” she demanded. Richie sat up on his knees facing her. Kissing her neck, his tongue sliding down it. He lifted her arms and raised her shirt over her head. Harley lifted Richie’s shirt. He lifted his arms to help her. Throwing his shirt on the floor, her hands touched his chest. Focusing on the little patches of fur by each nipple. Before she realized what she was doing her lips and tongue was loving that patch. Causing him to roll his eyes closed. He was beyond turned on. She wasn’t letting up. Making her way to his nipple. Licking, bitting to create just enough sensation with a tiny bit of pain. Finishing with a soft kiss. Her hands rapidly undid his belt. Releasing the top button of his jeans. Her lips found the black mole on his neck. Kissing and sucking, careful not to leave a mark. His zipper went down next. He thought to stop her. But decided he wanted her to do whatever she wanted to him. Because it had been so long since the last time she touched a man like this. That would explain her strong desire right now. Suddenly his mind went right back to what she was doing. Harley’s hand slid inside his jeans. Feeling his very hard cock in her hand. The other around his neck. The moment she touched him and felt his massive size she moaned, “Oh Jesus!” followed by a throaty moan. Her lips found his again. Her tongue slid deep in his mouth. Richie’s hand released her bra. Harley had bigger breasts then all the woman he’d had before. He couldn’t wait to play with them. His tongue found her nipples. She gasped for air. The sensation ran right to her clit. Her hand was tangled in his hair holding his head. He pulled her pants down after laying her down on her back. Her head was now at the foot of the bed. Her panties still on. He stood up long enough to pull his pants off. Her eyes fixated on his cock. It was huge. “Oh my God, it’s fuckin huge!” she cried out. Surprised by her language, yet very aroused by it. He pulled her panties down. She sat up, placed her hands on his hips, buried her face in the heavenly trail of hair from his belly button to his hardness. His cock jumped. It wanted her mouth wrapped around it. But he pulled her head away, “no baby, this isn’t about me right now. It’s all about you” he leaned down, kissed her softly and said “we have time. It doesn’t all have to be right now.” Laying her down again, kissing her, his sweet soft lips gliding, biting her lips. Moving to her ears, she giggled as he tickled her. He let out a small chuckle. Moving down her neck. Her hands on his bare, muscular, shoulders. He worked his way to her breasts. Thinking to himself how much he’d like to fuck those. Assaulting each nipple with his tongue and teeth. Her head moving from side to side. Her hips urged to thrust up against him. She could feel how wet she was. She hoped he wouldn’t mind. Continuing to work his way down. Stopping to flicker his tongue in her belly button. She had an outtie and he thought it was sexy as hell. Trailing down to her moist haven. He was impressed at how little hair she had. Having a very small patch. He was hungry for her. Thinking he needed to do this well. He licked and sucked one lip, then going to the other. Her legs trembling. Softly he went for the prize. His fingers opened her up, completely exposing her clit to him. Running his tongue lightly over. She responded to such a light touch. He applied a little more pressure, bringing her head off the pillow. “Ahhh” she couldn’t help but vocalize the pleasure she was feeling. Her clit was rock hard and wanted his tongue to flick all over it. She knew it wouldn’t take long as it was already building inside her. Richie knew she was close. Her hands had fists full of blankets as she squeezed. Her legs shaking more. Her pelvis involuntarily moving in rhythm of his tongue. To drive her completely insane he pulled his tongue off her clit and went inside her with it. Tasting her extreme sweetness. He could drown in there and die happy. He didn’t get the reaction he expected. “OH GOD!” she was on fire. Her moans and noises was driving him mad. Rubbing himself against the bed, enough to feel some pleasure. He came back to her clit, he started sucking it. Bringing it in his mouth so far and flicking his tongue but not too fast. Her moan deepened, “don’t stop, uh-huh, I’m gonna cum” she said breathlessly. He loved how vocal she was. Richie moaned, the vibration of his deep moan on her clit brought it on suddenly. Her face turned red, the veins in her neck popped out, her back arched, fists full of blanket. She came so hard her clit screamed with sensitivity. With the sweet release she just experienced it brought on a crying spell. She pulled him away from her. She wanted him inside her now. Kissing his way up, he heard her cry. Stopping what he was doing, he perched himself over her. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing” she said. “Is it becau…” he started to ask if it was Tim and she knew it but didn’t want him to speak his name. Not now, not in this moment. She covered his mouth before he could finish what he was going to say. Shaking her head “No. Just a release reaction.” she told him. She was happy! Touching his face, neck, shoulders, and finally his arms. “Fuck me! Now, please?” she was prepared to beg. “Damn, you are a hot fuckin fox!” he told her. Her hand went to his huge hardness. Beyond hard. He was so hard his head was purplish-blue. She thought he could cut glass with it. “Please?” she said bouncing her body with enthusiasm. His eyes closed as she was stroking him. “Guide me in sexy” Richie brought his hips down. Harley had a hold of him. His head went inside her and she let go. Grabbing his ass. Her legs spread wide apart and in the air. Harley nearly screamed. It felt so good but hurt at the same time. Richie moaned loudly. Sounding much like a bear. She was so tight against him. “Am I hurting you?” he asked her. “Not in a bad way baby” she answered. “Don’t stop!” she pleaded. He kept thrusting, adding more of himself with every push. His rhythm even and slow. He was hitting her g-spot with every thrust. He began to break into a slight sweat. She was so beautiful squirming under him. “Deeper, I want you deeper” she told him. “I don’t wanna hurt you” he said. She was too tight. “Dammit, deeper!” she demanded. He didn’t speak anymore. He did as she asked. It hurt her, he could tell but wasn’t sure if the pain pleased her or not. All he knew was she didn’t say stop. He was going all the way in her now. Constant moaning and heavy breathing from both. She felt fuckin perfect, like a tight leather glove around his cock. Suddenly it started to feel tighter. Not loser like he expected. She was about to cum and he knew it. She dug her fingers into his back. “Oh fuck” he thought. He couldn’t hold it much longer. She was too tight around him. Her pussy was spasming around him “fuck” he yelled trying to not lose focus of his rhythm but it was to late. One last thrust and he shot his cum deep inside her, as she pushed back with her own orgasm. He layed himself down on her gently. Both panting like dogs on a summer day. Richie kissed the side of her face till he reached her lips. He looked into her perfect blue eyes. She smiled and said “and they call me America’s sweetheart!” and laughed. “If they only knew the bad girl beneath” he said. “I’m fuckin crazy about you baby!” he told her. “Don’t worry, your secrets safe with me” assuring her. Kissing her nose. “Thanks” she said as he pulled out of her. “That’s officially my least favorite part.” she said with a pouty lip. He layed beside her with his arms around her. “Sleep now, baby” he told her.

They lay there for about ten minutes and she could hear his breathe change. He was asleep. Looking at his face, he was so beautiful. You could see the signs of aging, but not too much. He had laugh lines and worry lines. She wanted to know what made him laugh and what his worries were. Harley felt the urge to pee, but when she tried to sneak out of his arms, he stirred and grabbed her, pulling her tighter to him. As much as she liked that, she said “I have to pee, baby” in a whisper and he let her go.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Harley got dressed and ran to her computer. The earliest flight would get her to Los Angeles at 5:30am, Saturday morning. She booked it. She called him back to let him know all details. They both were so excited to spend physical time together. “Richie, can you make the arrangements for a car to pick me up?” she asked, not knowing who or where to call. “honey, I’ll pick you up myself.” he told her. After the call she started to get her things together. Packing something for every occasion. Dinner at an elegant place, beach wear, jeans, shorts, underwear. Holding up her everyday panties, she frowned at them. She dug deeper into her drawer, finding her pretty thong panties. She was sure he would like them. While searching for them, she found her teddy nightgown. White silk
nighty. She hadn’t worn anything like that since her husband. She debated on whether she should take them but decided against it. Richie deserved his own lingerie that was dedicated and used only for him. These needed to be packed away or thrown away. Decisions she didn’t feel like making at this very moment. It was midnight and she needed to be at the airport by 3am. Knowing she should get some rest, but too excited to be able to rest, she took a hot bath, and shaved her legs. She called Brad and asked him to check in on her horse, Damon, her black thoroughbred. He was happy she was beginning to step out of her safe zone. However, he did worry about it being with Richie Sambora. Richie was a great friend and a really good guy, but he was very New Jersey. Even though Richie had lived in LA for 20 years. It’s the old adage, you can take the kid out of New Jersey, but you cannot take New Jersey out of the kid. Richie liked the rock star life. Harley, was the opposite. Not liking the “I’m a star, look at me” lifestyle. Richie was also the ladies man. So brad was concerned how it would end up. The one thing he did know, was Richie would give the shirt off his back for anyone he could help. He knew Harley would fall madly in love with that.

Harley boarded the plane at 3:30 am. Over the years, she had flown a lot, but was never fond of it. She took an Ativan to relax her enough, so she would sleep for the 4 ½ hour flight. Before the plane took off she sent him a quick message, “I’m on the plane. No turning back now.” she said. When he got the text he couldn’t help but smile and replied, “Can’t wait to see you! BTW: I don’t want to turn back!” Richie was going to take a brief nap before she landed. His home was always impeccable, so he didn’t have to be concerned with that. He just wanted to show her fun and make her feel like a woman again. Not just with sex. He wasn’t sure sex would happen. Although feeling pretty confident it would. He fell asleep.

Harley’s plane was in the air and she was feeling pretty relaxed. She thought to herself “Oh my God! Sex!” looking out the window of her first class seat, her eyes widened. She didn’t even think about that. Well, she sorta did. Did she think he would see her in a thong without sex? It was a passing thought. But not one she placed much thought in with this trip. It all happened so fast. She will just have to warn him, it’s been a while.

Richie’s alarm went off at 4am. He got right in the shower. While in there, he realized he really wasn’t tired, for as little sleep he had gotten. Feeling bad for Harley, sitting on a plane and not really sleeping. She will be very tired. He’d have to let her sleep a bit.

Harley was so excited to see Richie, that between that and her anxiety of flying, she never slept a wink. But she was very relaxed. The plane landed safely. She took out her phone and shot him a text, “Ya here? Cuz I am!” He had been waiting there for a half hour. “I’m here gorgeous” he replied. She felt butterflies and said out loud “Oh goody!” realizing she sounded like a 5 year old at Disneyland meeting Mickey Mouse for the first time. “Sorry” she said looking at the lady next to her. “It’s quite alright, dear.” the woman told her. The flight attendant called for first class to exit the plane.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

For the next week, Richie and Harley spent a lot of time texting and talking on the phone every evening. Richie told Harley about Ava, Heather, his solo album, that he’s been working on, as well as the Bon Jovi album he was in the process of writing with Jon Bon Jovi.

Harley talked to Richie about her family, Tim, her special bond with Brad, how she writes her music, and her passion for horses. It seemed as they never ran out of things to talk about. Richie had debated about whether to talk to her about Denise but decided to leave Denise completely out of it. Despite all the time they spent talking, Richie had a really crazy busy week. Flying to New York a few times for writing sessions with Jon.

He had just gotten back from his New York trip Friday evening when Denise sent him her usual “Adult Time” text. As tempting as it sounded, he really wasn’t interested. Which took him by surprise. He was happy and content with the way things were going between him and Harley. Shooting her back a simple text saying “Sorry doll, can’t do it tonight. Take care.” Denise was more than shocked by his response and lack of attention to her. Wanting to find out what this was all about, she called him. Richie was sitting at home, playing with a new guitar, when his phone rang. Looking at the time, he assumed it was Harley. Picking up so quickly, he didn’t bother to make sure, “How’s my beautiful lady tonight?” he asked. Denise responded “Now I’m your beautiful lady? You fucking blow me off but call me your beautiful lady?” Richie hung his head thinking ‘Fuck, way to go Sambora!’ “I’m sorry darlin’. Didn’t mean to blow you off. Just got shit going on.” he tried explaining to her. “Don’t give me that shit, Rich! We’ve known each other for too long. I can tell when something’s up with you. So spill it!” she demanded. “Well shit!” he said, “I can’t put anything past you, can I?” being slightly sarcastic. “No, Rich you can’t!” she said. “I met someone and I like her!” he told her. Feeling good to put it out there but waiting for the wrath of Denise. “You like her!” she repeated. “Yeah, I do, a lot actually. I think you and I are done, cupcake.” he said. “Just like that?” she asked. “No, not just like that. We had fun over the years. I love ya for it. But I need to clear shit out of the way, for her.” he said. As he said it, her face turned red and smoke came out of
her ears. “So I’m shit you have to clear out of the way? Who the hell is she?” she asked. “Some 24 year old school girl again, Richie?” she said, purely pissed. “Cool your jets, man. No, she isn’t a school girl, she’s 42 and I’m not telling you who she is.” he told her. “Keeping secrets again, I see.” she accused. “Fuckin’ knock it off. I’m not telling because I have to discuss this shit with her first. Then I’m sure you’ll hear it on in the tabloids soon enough.” he fought back with a lot more tone in his voice. “Uh-huh? So it’s just the end?” she asked. “Yep, it’s just the end.” he heard the phone go dead.

That’s twice this week he’s been hung up on, he thought. Recovering from that phone call, his phone rang again. Only he learned from his mistake of answering without looking. Heavenly Harley was calling. That was the name he programmed into his cell. “How’s the most beautiful woman in the world?” he asked. She smiled “ I don’t know! I haven’t talked to her today, but if I do, I’ll be sure to ask her for you.” she joked. Richie laughed, “whatcha doin’ sexy mama?” making Harley laugh even harder. “and don’t give me the ‘are you talkin to me?’ line” I’m in my usual spot for our talks, this time of night.” she answered. With a 3 hour time difference, hers being ahead. Richie usually called at 10 pm his time. “Are you busy?” she asked. “No, gorgeous, I’m not. Plus, I’m home alone!” he informed her with a very suggestive tone in his voice. “Oh yeah? How’d you manage that?” she asked. “Ava went to spend the weekend with her mother.” he said. She smiled and said, “So why exactly are you not on your way here? You owe me a date, remember?” using the sexiest voice she could muster. It didn’t go unnoticed. Richie felt it in his pants. “I do!” He reassured that he knew. “So why aren’t you here with me right now?” she asked, again using a tone that made him want nothing more than to be on a plane. “ Your killing me, you know that? I wish I was there, but because of Heather’s instability, I have to stay close to home. Baby, your just not close enough to home.” he told her. “Maybe I should be the one on a plane?” she suggested. His face lit up. “How soon can you be here?” he asked with the excitement of a little boy in his voice. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I’d have to hang up the phone and book a flight, then book my hotel…” she said and he stopped her, “Hotel?” he asked. “Yeah, which hotel would you recommend? One close to you, preferably.” she said. “I have the perfect place for you. Casa de Richie! A five star resort. Can’t get any closer to me than that, baby!” he said jokingly serious. “Sounds luxurious. Is there room service? Will I be able to have breakfast in bed?” she asked seductively. Richie chuckled deep, “Honey you can have any fuckin thing you want at Casa de Richie.” he told her. “Let me get off the phone and book the flight and pack” she said. “I’ll call you back with the info.” she said. “Can’t you have your assistant do that?” he asked. “Contrary to what you think, I don’t have an assistant. Only when I tour.” she said. “Well darlin, you need one, with all the traveling we are going to be doing.” he said. Hinting to the future. “Talk in a bit, Richie” she said, but he cut her off again. “Wait!” he yelled. “Yes” she said. “What are you wearing right now?” he asked. Half joking, half serious. She laughed “hmmm, lets just say…One thing I won’t be packing is pajama’s” she answered with a big grin on her face, knowing what that image did to him. “OHH! I love when that happens.” he said. “Byyyeee!” she said…”Bye, baby.” he answered.