Chapter 12
While Richie was heading home, he battled with guilt for his lack of feeling and for being a dick to Denise. He was fully aware of what he was like tonight. He just needed something with a disconnected feeling to it. Harley had his head and heart spinning. Richie saw his phone light up on the seat next to him. He picked it up and saw a message sent from Harley an hour ago. “Hey, did you watch the show? Brad was great, right?” His heart sunk to the floor. Feeling like the ultimate asshole. Wondering, do I answer or ignore her and then maybe this feeling will just go away. But if he ignored her, he’d hurt her and piss his buddy off too. He wanted to answer her, really he did. “Hey darlin’, I did! You both were great! Congrats!”
After the awards show, everyone was going to the after party. Harley just planned on going home, but because she won, she felt obligated to attend. Who knows maybe she would have a good time. A couple of glasses of champagne later and meeting up with old friends, she had a very good time and nobody spoke of Tim. Which was what she was really avoiding most. While having a quiet moment in the ladies room she pondered. Does she text him or does she wait for him? He text her yesterday. So would that be so wrong? “fuck it, Harley! Break the ice!” she talked herself into it. “Hey, did you watch the show? Brad was great, right?” as every minute passed she felt angry at herself for even doing it. Maybe once he left, he thought better of liking her. Wishing she could delete it and take it back, but once it’s out there, it’s out there. Trying to continue socializing, she was more focused on her phone.
While saying her goodbye’s, as she was ready to head home to a hot bath and a soft bed, her phone went off. Excusing herself from talking with Reba McEntire she opened her handbag and pulled out her phone. It was Richie, “Hey darlin’ I did! You both were great! Congrats!” her smile faded a bit. Why the sudden emotional shut down, she wondered. How in the world would she reply to this? Not answering right away, due to being at a loss, she put her phone away, went back to Reba, continuing with the lunch plans they were making. They hugged and she started to the door. Brad stopped her, “Hey, leaving without a goodnight?” he asked. “Sorry” she told him, “I’m just tired and perplexed by your LA friend.” she explained. Brad frowned “perplexed? By Richie? Why’s that? Or do I not want to know?” he asked not too sure she wanted to share these things with him. She shook her head and said “Nothing! It’s all good. Gnite Brad. You were spectacular tonight!” she leaned in for a kiss on his cheek. “I was, wasn’t I?” he said jokingly boastful. “Dork” she said as she walked to the limo that was waiting to take her home.
Sitting alone in the back of the limo, she decided to text him back “Thank you! How are you?” by then Richie was home, checking in on Ava, who was sound asleep. He grabbed a cold bottle of water, took his phone and iPad out on the balcony that was off his bedroom, overlooking the vast pool. He read her text and replied “Fantastic! You must be on cloud 9 right now!” When Harley read that she got irritated. Richie had logged onto his Twitter to see what was happening. He had started tweeting recently and he was great reception from his fans. He so wished he could answer them all personally. Harley’s next text cut off his Twitter. Richie raised both eyebrows to her text. “I’d be better if you’d stop being a generic jerk!” she was pissing him off now. Who the hell did she think she was? He planned on ignoring her and went back to Twitter, this time using his iPad. He couldn’t concentrate. Harley decided against her bath, it was late and she was exhausted. After washing her face, she sunk into her bed. Waiting for a response, but it wasn’t coming soon enough. What was up with this guy? He was being such an asshole and that wasn’t the man he appeared to be this morning. ‘God-dammit!’ he said to himself. Out of shear frustration he hit the call button on his phone. Harley damn near jumped out of her skin when it rang. It rang 3 times before she answered. “Hello” she greeted his call with a sweet but firm voice. “Generic jerk? Seriously?” he asked, sounding annoyed. “yeah, usually when you want to get to know someone, you give more than ‘Fantastic’ to a ‘how are you?’ question. He took a deep frustrated breathe “fair enough, but you don’t know what kind of day I’ve had, darlin’” trying to hold a fair argument with her. “your right! I don’t, but I believe I was trying to find out, Richie. So sorry I bothered you. Have a great night, wallowing. Bye” and she hung up. Near tears because he wasn’t the man she’d thought she saw when she looked into his eyes.
At first Richie couldn’t believe she hung up on him and then thought about what a dick he was really being. He was so scared to fall so deeply in love and knew there was a strong possibility of that happening with her. He just wasn’t sure how ready for that he was. Feeling the guilt, yet again, he dialed her back, this time, she didn’t answer. So he left her a voicemail. “Harley, I’m sorry for being such a jerk. You were being nice and simply asking how I was. Honestly, I’m really battling something. But I don’t mean to take it out on you. I won’t behave that way, if you call me back. Bye darlin’” he said with a completely different tone in his voice. When Harley listened to the message, she knew that was the man she met. What had him so out of sorts today? He was fine this morning. She called him back. “Hi Sweetheart, I’m sorry” he answered “Are you always this erratic?” she asked. “No, generally I’m pretty even keeled” he tried to reassure her. “Then what has you all worked up?” she asked and he liked her concern for him. “Honestly?” he asked. She giggled a small one and said “You’re a tough one, aren’t you? Yes, honestly! I only do honest.” she informed him. “Well honestly, you, darlin’” he confessed. “Me? Why me?” she asked him. “I mean we were fine this morning, right?” she reminded him. “Yeah, baby girl. We were fine. I like you, Harley. I think I could like you a lot more to be honest. And that kinda freaks me out a bit, ya know?” he admitted. “Awww, Richie, I like you too, sweetie. Don’t think for one second you don’t scare the hell out of me. Matter of fact, didn’t we talk a little about this yesterday, when I freaked out? You said what to me? You gotta do it scared! Isn’t that what you said?” she asked. “Yeah” he said, “that’s exactly what I said”. She took a deep breathe, “then we will do it scared together? Cause I do like you so much, Richie.” He smiled “I like you so much too, sweetheart.” they continued talking for about an hour, when Richie could hear a change in her breathing, “Harley?” he said softly. She mumbled and he grinned. She was asleep. Now that was a first. No woman had ever fallen asleep while talking to him. He had a feeling Harley was going to give him a lot of “firsts”. He liked knowing that comfortable feeling she had with him to let her guard down to sleep. He listened for a minute more. He wished he could feel her breath on his neck. At that moment Richie made the decision, he was no longer going to see Denise and really give it an honest go with Harley. His mind drifted to her sleeping, maybe dreaming of him….sweet Harley, gnite.
Chapter 11
Denise saw his number and smiled triumphantly. She knew he couldn’t turn her down. “Be here in 15 minutes! Door will be open. I’ll be in bed, starting without you” she instructed him. ‘Fuckin bitch’ he thought. He’d show her who had the control. He grabbed his keys, went to turn off the TV, when they said “the winner is Harley Stewart” for Best Female Vocalist of The Year. He stopped, frozen. Listening to her speech. “Wow! Thank you everyone, so much. To all my family and friends. I’ll forget peoples names, so I’ll just say this. It’s been a very sad couple of years for me. Ya’ll took such care of me, loved me, and helped me heal. I’m home again, and ready for whatever life brings me. Thank you.” tears streamed down her face. He couldn’t watch her anymore. She burned through him. He thought Denise would get him back on track. Turning the TV off, he walked out of the house.
Richie nearly turned around several times. Thinking this really wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Harley. To lay her down and be inside her. Make her cry out from pure pleasure. He knew he could make her feel good, alive again. He had never had any complaints when it came to his sexual abilities.
Walking up the stairs to Denise’s room, his dick already hard, he was ready to give her exactly the “adult time” she wanted. Stepping inside her room, closing and locking the door behind him. She lay there completely naked. She hadn’t lied when she said she’d start without him. She had her fingers rapidly rubbing her clit. Letting out a gasp as she came. That was his cue. Taking off his shirt. Then sliding his shorts down. Walking over to the bed, he stroked his dick while climbing onto the bed, starting at her feet, crawling up her, he kissed her legs, working his way inside her thighs. Forcefully spreading her legs apart to make room for him. Turning his head slightly to kiss her mound. Lightly nibbling and bitting her skin. He placed a nice soft kiss on her clit. Then slid his tongue inside her. To taste her sweetness. He let out a big moan as he tasted her. He loved nothing more than the taste of a woman. Inhaling through gritted teeth, she knew he was on fire. Harley, flashed in his mind. He frowned and shook his head. Richie propped himself on his knee’s. Stroking his hard cock, again. His juices beading up on the head. He looked up at Denise with fire in his eyes. She hadn’t seen him like this in years. She knew she was gonna have fun tonight. “you want this?” he asked. His voice scruffier than usual. She nodded her head. “NO, I asked, do you want this? Cause you aren’t getting it, till I hear you say it.” He demanded. Knowing he had the control. She’s not the only one who can play games. She squirmed “yes, I want it” she told him sheepishly. But it wasn’t good enough for Richie. “What do you want?” he asked, still stroking. Rubbing his juices into the purple colored skin of his head. “I want you fuck me hard with your cock” she confessed. He smiled, a devilish smile. He let go of himself long enough to grab her legs, lifting one leg, he swung it in front of him to position her on her stomach. “Roll over” he instructed her. Doggie style wasn’t her favorite position, but clearly this was Richie’s show tonight and he was gonna take her to heaven. He grabbed her by the hips and brought her ass up to his hard dick. Grabbing it, he guided it into her and thrust hard into her. She let out a cry of pleasure and pain. He never did that before. Usually he would start slow and work his way to a consistent, hard thrust. She thought clearly, this was about him tonight. She wasn’t objecting. With the pain, came extreme pleasure. Richie’s eyes were closed. He was very consistent in his rhythm, but he was thrusting so hard, you could hear his body slapping against her ass with every push. Sweat began to form on his face and chest. The pain subsided and she was fully accepting of his 9” hardness. Denise could feel it building inside her. Richie reached under her and glided his long, skinny finger over her hard clit. Sending her into a wave of orgasmic release. Mashing her own face into a pillow, as to not wake her kids. Richie had no mercy. He kept going. Even faster now, but with just as much strength. His balls were throbbing to release his cum inside her. He was so close when Denise thought she would play a little, and pulled away from him. His look of frustration, when she rolled over and looked at him. She sat up “ I wanna suck you off” she insisted. She grabbed his cock and started licking and sucking his head. He let out a deep moan. She sucked him deeper. His cock was so big, there was no way to take it all in. While sucking, bobbing her head back and forth, she placed her right hand around the base of his shaft and stroked at the same time, creating a perfect rhythm. Her left hand cupped his balls. His breathing was very loud and irregular. “I’m gonna cum” he warned her. She could feel his cock pulsate, she knew. Richie’s head went back, he had a hold of her head. His face distorted in such a beautiful way. Much like the faces he made while playing his beloved guitars. Denise kept him in her mouth till he started to soften a bit. She couldn’t wait for that to happen, so she could spit out that nasty stuff in her mouth. She wasn’t fond of it and never swallowed. Quickly pulling back, she ran to the bathroom, spitting it out and brushing her teeth. When she walked back out, Richie was already dressed with his car keys in hand. “Leaving already? Nothing like fuck and run!” she said feeling slightly insulted and hurt. “Sorry baby, Ava’s home alone and I don’t wanna keep her that way long” he said as he walked over to her, placed his hand around the back of her head and placing a kiss on her forehead. “See ya, kid” he said. She was stunned by this entire experience. The more she thought about it, the more pissed she got. ‘Who did he think he was anyways?’ she thought. ‘Son of a bitch’.
Chapter 10
Richie’s flight home was typical. Nothing new happened. When he flew during the day there was usually someone from TMZ or the press to bug him. Must be everyone’s in Nashville covering the awards. The driver took him home and he called Ava, telling her to come home now. Ava wanted to know what the hurry was with her having to return. Richie reminded her it was Sunday, a school night and time to come and relax at home. Upon Ava’s arrival she had a slight teenage attitude. “Didn’t you miss me?” Richie asked her. “Oh please, dad. You were only gone for 2 days this time.” Ava was used to much longer absences during world tours with Bon Jovi. Ava said “since I’m home, lets go do sushi tonight.” Richie said “we can get sushi and bring it home and eat. I don’t really want to go out tonight. Something is on TV I want to watch.” Ava looked surprised “you hate Sunday night TV” She told him. “Well tonight’s different” he said grabbing his car keys. “I want to watch the country awards” he told her. Her pretty blue eyes opened to the size of half dollars. “WHY?” she demanded “because I do, that’s it and that’s all” he felt it really was too soon to tell her about Harley.
While they were out, Richie’s cell phone rang. It was Denise. “Hey darlin’” he answered. “How was your trip?” she asked him. His mind went straight to Harley, “Good, real good and productive. What’s up?” he just figured he’d cut through the chase. “Wanna come by after the girls are asleep for some adult time?” she asked. By now Richie knew “Adult time” was sex, pure straight up fucking. Even though his dick felt a tinge of excitement when she suggested it, he knew all he would see in his mind was Harley while fucking Denise. “I can’t angel. Not tonight. I haven’t seen Ava in a few and I just want to be here if she needs me. But we will get together for something soon, I promise.” he told her. Denise wasn’t stupid. After all these years of being on again or off again with Richie, she knew him pretty well and knew something else was going on. But figured it best not to press him about it tonight.
Ava couldn’t help but notice her dad was acting strange, as soon as they returned from getting their sushi. He didn’t eat. He ran up to his room, into his changing room and put on his shorts and t-shirt. Came back, turned on the television and sprawled out on the couch. Turned his phone to silent and began to eat in front of the TV. She frowned at his actions, not sure what to think.
The show had begun and he thought Brad was doing a great job hosting. Richie couldn’t help but to say to Ava, “honestly, this is better than the Grammy’s and AMA’s combined!”. Ava spun her head around to look at her dad, rolled her eyes, “your seriously starting to worry me, bro.” she said. He stuck his tongue out at her and said “seriously, a lot of that was shit. Don’t get me going on what real music….” he stopped speaking immediately. They showed her! She was sitting in the audience. The announcer said she would be performing soon. Ava had started to speak, but he shushed her to hear. He couldn’t tell what she was wearing. It was a close-up of her face. Her hair was up, but done in such a way, it looked like she’d gotten it cut. Her makeup was perfect. Not too much but definitely an impact. Her eyes glowed. ‘Oh my God’, he thought, his stomach was in absolute knots.
The behind the scenes people at the show came to get Harley and put her in a dressing room. She needed to have her makeup touched up. Thinking of the song she was about to perform, it was a ballad called “When The Lights Go Down”, a very insightful song. The orchestra would be playing with her. Then her mind flashed to him. Why did he keep entering her mind? She certainly had other things to worry about at this moment. Was he watching? Would this be the first time he’s heard her? She said to herself in the mirror ‘make this great’. A knock on the door and a voice “Miss Stewart, your up.”. She hated being called Miss, it grated her very core. She opened the door and smiled, “lets do this”. Walking down the corridor the nerves in her stomach churned. The song she was about to sing filled her with so much emotion. During rehearsals, she had to fight back the tears at a few spots that were relevant to her life. She didn’t want to cry while doing this, but sometimes the music just took over. Harley was standing at the stage entrance with the young man and the producer of the show. Once given the cue, she took a deep breathe and walked out.
Richie sat on the edge of the couch when she walked out. Nervous for her. She wore a floor length, sequenced gown, charcoal colored, with spaghetti straps. She was stunning, beyond all expression. Her skin shimmered and her breasts, well they were just perfect. The band began to play the intro and Harley began to sing. “When the lights go down” she sang. Richie felt his heart race. He got very warm, his breathe quickened. Her voice pierced his soul. Trying to concentrate and memorize each word and sound she made. Harley kept going, looking at her eyes, it was like she was singing about herself. “When you feel that hole inside your soul, wonder what your made of, well, we all find out, when the lights go down”. ‘damn’, he thought. She was beyond sexy. In all his wildest dreams, he never expected this. To feel this way. This verse was heavy. He could see the emmotion in her eyes. “as I lay there alone in this big empty bed, nothing but thoughts of you in my head, I think of the things I wish I had said, when you were still around” her voice got more powerful. Sucking him in. She was an angel. He could feel her. Her sadness. Feeling a lump in his throat. Richie hadn’t felt this way since Heather and look how that ended. He needed to keep his cool, but all he wanted to do is get on yet another plane and go to her. Hold her, kiss her, touch her perfect silk skin and make love to her sweet body. He got upset at himself for feeling all this. Ava had given up and gone up to bed without so much as a goodnight. He was relieved that she had. Not wanting her to see him this way. This woman wasn’t going to do to him what Heather did, that’s for sure. He wouldn’t allow that hurt again. It nearly destroyed him. Feeling very angry, yet aroused for obvious reasons. He grabbed his phone and called Denise.
Chapter 9
Harley had a regular routine when she was doing a special show or a performance that made her particularly nervous. Making sure to stay away from caffeine. Her normal morning ritual of coffee was out the window today. She quickly got dressed and washed her face and brushed her pearly whites. Grabbing her boots and keys and without so much as a thought, she hopped into her jeep to head over to Brad’s to ride Brandy. Then it hit her as she started the jeep. “Oh God!” she thought to herself, turning off the ignition. ‘I can’t go over there, HE’S there’ she said under her breath. He would think I was there to see him. She raised an eyebrow ‘it wouldn’t be a bad thing’ Harley smiled. Starting the jeep again, she drove out of the circular diveway, thinking this is what she is and what she likes to do. She’d be happy to inform him of that.
Richie woke feeling good and alive! With a new level of excitement to meet the day! Throwing on a pair of sweats. He also brushed his teeth and wash up a bit. Again, while standing in front of the mirror shirtless, he liked the improvements he’d been making on his body. ‘Not lookin 52 at all Sambora’ he said to himself as he flexed his arms and made the Hulk maneuver in the mirror. Running his hand over his chest and stomach, he remembered the night before and how he had rubbed his juices into his skin, wishing she had been there. He slid his t-shirt on and ran downstairs for his morning coffee. Brad was right behind him as he reached in to get his mug. “Mornin, Rich. What time’s your flight back to pamper me city?” he asked jokingly making fun of Los Angeles. “HA-HA! I need to get out of here by one, plane leaves at 2” he said. Looking over at Brad but seeing someone from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned his head to look out the window. The same window he first saw her through. “Harley’s here, riding Brandy” he told Brad. Brad nodded “Figured she’d be here. This is routine for her before a show she’s nervous about.” he explained to Richie. He shot Brad a quick glance then went back to Harley. Damn, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her long brown hair was in a braid today. Wearing a cowboy hat, a denim vest, over a white long john shirt. Tight, faded jeans with a hole over the left knee, brown belt and boots. She was perfection in denim, he thought. He wondered how she would dress for the show that night. Never having seen her before. “Rich?” Brad asked, no answer came. “Richie?” still no response, he was in his own world. “RICHARD?” Brad yelled. “What?” Richie finally acknowledged Brad. Laughing, Brad couldn’t help but say “WOW, you got it bad Sambora!” Richie smiled and said “Guess so! I’m gonna take her a cup of coffee”. “Don’t bother, man! She doesn’t drink coffee before a show. Makes her all jittery.” he said. “But if you want to talk to her, just walk outside, smart one!” he chuckled “Or did you forget how to walk around her too?” Richie nodded his head and gave his best duck lips, “Yep, I think I’ve forgotten all my coolness, brother. Think I might just have to fall down a few times for this one.” he said as he headed out the door.
Harley was brushing Brandy and softly talking to her. Little did she know, Richie was standing directly behind her. “Brandy, sweet girl? Do you think that fine man is still here? Think he’ll come talk to me or should I just go marching in there? What would you do, baby?” she always talked to her horses. Suddenly she heard him “Do you always ask your horses for advice?” her eyes closed, her heart started to pound, she felt her face heat up. She swallowed hard “How long have you been standing there?” she asked. “Not long, but to answer your questions, I leave at one and once I saw you hear, I headed right out to see you, darlin”. She took a deep breath “damn” she said under her breath. She kissed Brandy on the nose and swung around. “Morning, Mr. Sambora” she said with a very beautiful smile, that melted his heart. “Mr. Sambora? Ouch!” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Talk about hurting a man’s ego.” She giggled, “Awww, don’t feel that way. You’re the best lookin Mr. I’ve seen in a long time.” he smiled “Aww shucks ma’am.” he said with that smile that makes you heart skip a beat. His dimples were so deep and gorgeous, you wished you could fill them with water and swim in them. Harley stepped to him, grabbed his hand and put it around her waist. He pulled her to him tight. She put both her arms around his shoulders. Faces so close, her hat fell off. Her lips pressed against his. She could feel his hot breath against her face. She pulled back slightly to take a look at his face, but not for long. She went back to his lips, this time she separated them and slid her
tongue deep in his mouth. Feeling his sweet tongue roll around hers. He reacted! His tongue caressed her’s as he entered her mouth. Both of their heads moving from side to side, slowly. “Shit” he thought to himself. Wearing sweats with no underwear was not the best idea for this. He was getting hard. Harder than he was last night. He hoped through her thick jeans, she wouldn’t feel it. Richie threw his coffee mug down and without thinking it through, he put both hands around her and really pulled her to him. A deep throated moan came out of Harley’s mouth as she felt all that he had to offer her at that moment. It caught them both by surprise. But it was a pleasant surprise. “Oh my God, he’s so hard, I want him!” she thought. Richie thought “she likes it, I want her!”
Brad thought this make out session had gone on long enough. Worried what his horses may witness next “Hey! Get a room, guys! My horses are virgins and don’t need to be corrupted” he said. Richie pulled away. Making sure his t-shirt was covering the big bulge in his sweat pants. But Harley thought enough to stay in front of him, as to hide it for him. She felt it rub against her ass. How could she speak with that happening? She took one step away, as to not feel it anymore. Although, she wanted it all over her. “So sorry, Brad. We didn’t mean to get so carried away.” she told him. “I should go” she stammered. Starting to walk away, she was stopped by Richie’s hands around her waist. “Don’t leave without a hug goodbye, baby” he demanded. Harley flung around, looked into his amazing brown eyes “talk soon?” she asked and he nodded, “you bet, baby! Break a leg tonight” he told her. He head a fire in his eyes. She didn’t know if it was his hardness talking or if he just looked at ladies he’s into like that. She couldn’t wait to discover all the answers to those questions. Time, she thought. She hugged him tight and thanked him. “Why the thanks” he whispered in her ear. Brad had walked away, leaving them to their goodbye’s. “it’s nothing you really did. I mean your just being you, but you make me feel alive again and I like this feeling.” as she finished saying that she pulled back looked into his eyes “you do the same for me, sweetheart” he placed a soft, wet, delicious kiss on her lips. “bye” she whispered, he smiled and said “see you soon”
Harley went to grab her hat but Brad had already done so. “See you in a few hours” he said as he handed her the hat. “Knock em dead” she told him as she put her hat on and walked away. Getting into her jeep and left. The men stood and watched.
Chapter 8
Richie had enough of his long day and felt that it was time to wash the dirty off his body and climb into bed. Feeling a tad sore from his horse ride today, he reached in and turned on the hot water. He got undressed and looked in the mirror at his body and thought all the hard work was paying off. He was in better physical condition than he’d been in for quite some time and he liked what he saw. He hoped Harley might like it too, should the situation ever present itself. He stepped into the shower and Richie closed his eyes and let the hot water rush over him.. .. “damn, that feels good”.. he let his hands slowly slide down his body...yep.. working out was working!
Harley was an amazing woman. He could still feel her lips on his. He wondered how her lips would feel on the rest of him. Smiling, enjoying the memory of his tongue in her mouth, he picked up the soap. He began to wash the days dirt of his hard body and as he washed, he thought of her, and his body got harder. He stretched out his long dick as it began to rise, rubbing the soap out the length, taking his time with it. A slight smile came across his boyish face, “Yep, still the King”, he thought laughingly.
Using his left to wash his balls, his right stroked up and down a few times, then he let the water rush over him again. “damn, that really feels good!”
Sighing at the sensation, Richie washed the rest of the soap off. Turned off the water and stepped out to dry off. His dick still wanted more, but she wasn’t there.
Richie grabbed his phone and text her "thinking about you, gnite baby" Richie laughed. She had no idea how much, or what, he was thinking about her! Her gorgeous body. Wanting it pressed up against him. "dammit, can’t get that kiss out of my head" He walked across to the bed still naked, and body hot from the shower. The windows were open, with a breeze blowing the curtains softly but out here, no one to see in. Aaahhhhh, what a beautiful place. The big bed looked empty, but the sheets were so cool and soft as he slipped his naked body under, and reached to turn off the light, and he couldn’t sleep. His eyes would not close. As he lay there, thinking about Harley and wanting to feel her. His hands started stroking his semi-hard cock again. Oh! There! Yeah, that feels good!
It didn’t take long for the magnificent length to come springing back to life. He felt her tongue sparring with his again and imagined her sliding down his body with that hot little mouth, sucking and nipping as she went. He wondered what she would taste like, how it would feel to run his tongue into her soft honey. Would she moan out loud? Would she gasp for air as he entered her? How would those beautiful nails feel on his back? Her hands pulling at his hair. FUCK! this was driving him crazy!
Oh damn, his breath quickened. He rubbed his cock in that “just right” spot, up and down, moving the skin where it touched his darkened head. Richie pulled on it, stretching it even more, and squeezed his head with his left hand just hard enough to create a sharp intake of breath. He groaned. Oh man! His whole groin was tingling now. His balls began to tighten as he thought of her breath on them, and how it would feel for her lips to encase his dick. Those beautiful soft lips that had touched his, sucking on him.
In his mind he flipped her onto her back, shoved her legs apart and thrust himself into her wetness, his hand moved faster, as his other hand caressed his balls, that were aching to release. His hand now moved in time with his breathing. His warm brown eyes closed, his head fell back, breathing heavier now, sweat glistened on his face. Suddenly he exploded! Letting out a gasp, and growling deep in his chest, rubbing his dick until the last spasm. He felt the cum shoot up all over his hard tanned abs! Hot and electric. His cock jerked in time with his heartbeat. "aaaaahhhhhhhhgggghhhh" Richie groaned again. That was so needed. As his eyes fluttered shut again. His breathing slowed, as his hands rubbed thru the gorgeous mess he had made. "damn Harley, why aren’t you here licking this up?" Richie laughed to himself. "I'd better get up and wash off.....".. and that was his last conscious thought.
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.
Chapter 6
“I kissed her and she flipped, the end, man. The rest you saw.” he answered. “That took balls, bud! Eh, don’t worry she’ll be alright” he said. “this was her first kiss since Tim died. You obviously struck a nerve in her.” he tried to explain to Richie. “I need you to tell me where she lives. I have to fix this with her before I head back home.” Brad told him “I’ll take you there myself, it’s just up the road.” Richie shook his head, “I need to do this alone, bud.” Brad understood. Holding out his keys to his truck for Richie to take. He grabbed them and walked out.
Richie pulled into her driveway uncertain she would be there but she was. Sitting on the porch swinging in the porch swing. She didn’t appear to have a reaction to him as he got out of the truck. Not entirely sure what to say. He stood at the bottom of the steps “Hey” he said, never being one lost for words, he seemed to have surprised himself. Harley took a deep breathe “Hey, listen if you came to apologize, you don’t need to. I already told you it’s my garbage. I just wish you’d believe me and leave it at that. I mean, maybe I misled you in some way. And if so , I apologize.” still not looking at him. Richie climbed the steps and walked over to her. She thought he’d sit next to her but he didn’t. He knelt down in front of her “Please, don’t look away. Just let me talk for a minute, ok?” he asked and she nodded, reluctantly. “First, I didn’t come to apologize. I’d have to be sorry and I’m not. Maybe it was too soon. I like you! We had a comfortable morning, talking and riding. It felt like you were attracted to me as much as I am to you. But I understand if you need it slower, darlin’. I would like to take some time to get to know you better. Unless I’m wrong and you don’t dig me? But I’m really diggin you, lady.” searching her face and waiting for her to respond but she didn’t “Ok, now you can feel free to talk.” he said with a slight smile on his face.
The corners of her mouth came up to a near smile and said “Thank you, Richie. Tim was my life, my entire world of happiness was all wrapped up in him. After I lost him I never imagined meeting another man that could make me feel all that again. I just told Brad I was thinking of dating again, to me dating is slow and casual. Usually you go through some dud’s before finding one that you can really like. To be honest you scared the shit out of me. Mainly because I hadn’t felt like that in a long time. It was kind of intense. As for digging you, I think we already established that I do. But I don’t know where to go from here, Richie, you need to help me, please?” she didn’t want to lose an opportunity at that kind of love. A love your lucky to find once, let alone twice. Richie reached up and brushed the hair away from her face and saw her emotion was pure fear, but pure want. “I’m going to give you my number and I’ll take yours. We will talk on the phone, taking things slow. Next month I’ll come back and take you to dinner or you can make grilled cheese. Go as slow as you need. “ “Next month?!” she said “what if I don’t wanna wait that long?” she asked. Richie smiled such an amazing smile that seemed to wipe all her fears away. “Then I’ll be here before then” he answered. “Your going to think I’m completely nuts right now, but I have to do this” she leaned forward, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, entwined in his hair, pulling him up to her and pressed her lips against his. This time their mouths opened and his tongue slid into her mouth. She was lost in the kiss. How could this feel so right and so good? All Richie could think was ‘is this too much? Am I scaring her again? Fuck it, it feels too good’ When the kiss ended she pulled back just enough to look into his melted chocolate chip colored eyes. Richie didn’t breathe waiting for her response. Harley smiled the sweetest and sexiest smile he’d ever seen. He exhaled. “I should go before I press my luck” he said. “I’ll call you tomorrow night?” he asked. “Tomorrow isn’t good for me” she said. Richie frowned slightly, thinking maybe she was playing a little game. Then he remembered “the awards” they both said at the same time. Still smiling, “you could call me after?” He nodded “You singing tomorrow night?” he asked, fully planning on watching the show to see her. “Yeah, I do. OH GOD, your gonna watch aren’t you?” feeling the pressure and that was all she needed was to imagine the great Richie Sambora would be critiquing her performance. He smiled and said “Maybe, I’ll just be watchin! Need to check out my jacket on Brad.” He laughed. “Great” she said. She got up, walked him back to the truck and gave him a tight hug. Or he gave her one.
That man could hug strong and close. He was amazing. They exchanged cell numbers and he left. Before he left he said “If you get lonely later, call and I’ll come down and hang out” She smiled and said “I’m not sure that would be a good idea! You’re here visiting Brad not me. Besides, I’m not certain how much restraint I would have when I’m lonely” she said, knowing how attracted she was to him, it could go much faster than she wanted. “I like that! Talk to you soon, Peaches.” he said as he drove away.
Chapter 5
Walking to the stable, Harley was telling Richie about the horses. “Are you sure you can handle yourself on a horse?” she asked him. Richie responded with “ I think I can handle it” Harley asked “have you ever rode before?” and Richie shook his head “No, never have.” Harley promised to stay close and help him as much as possible. “You’re a pretty tall guy, so I’m going to put you with Midnight. He is a Tennessee Walker and stands at 16 hands. He’s also one of the easiest to ride.” to Richie she was talking gibberish, but he was interested, so he decided to ask questions, “hands?” he asked. “Oh yeah, sorry. Hands is how you measure a horse. Take your hand and go from the ground up to top of his back.” Richie nodded “ah, gotcha! He’s a beautiful horse. Which one are you riding?” he asked her. She pointed to a dark burgundy colored horse. “She is a Strawberry Roan, stands 15.3 hands and her name is Brandy.” Richie asked “was she your husband’s horse you pointed to earlier?” She nodded “yep, she sure is. I try and ride her as often as possible. Come and help me get your saddle on” she requested. It was too heavy for her to lift up on Midnight. Richie walked over and lifted it without any problem. She wasn’t surprised but was surprised to see the muscles in his biceps bulge out of his tight fitting t-shirt. She thought to herself “52? Damn!” She had to fight the urge to touch them. What a complete turn on he was for her.
They’re hands were tangled in each others as they tightened the saddles on the horses. Both liking the way the others hands felt when they touched. Even though she could lift the saddle for her horse, he did it for her. “Before we get on these horses, tell me you know basic commands? Like whoa or halt?” she asked. Richie smiled “whoa would be stop?” Harley laughed “I’ll help as we go.” She told Richie how to mount the horse.
Helping him put his foot in the stir up. Harley had her hand on his calf muscle. She rather enjoyed the ability to have these small moments of touching. Harley jumped up on Brandy without any thought. It was a natural thing for her. Richie was feeling a bit uneasy as he’d never done this before. He wasn’t too sure what to do. Harley instructed him on how to get Midnight to walk and turn. Taking an already made trail on Brad’s property. Things were going well. “Do you have horses on your ranch?” he asked her, once they reached a steady stroll. “I only have one right now. I ride her nearly everyday.” Harley explained how Brad wanted Midnight after Tim died. That it was difficult to separate from him as he was such a big part of Tim, but necessary, because it was too hard to see him daily. Richie understood what she was saying and thought now would be the time to tell her that he had lost his father nearly 5 years ago to lung cancer. He wanted her to know he understood what she had gone through medically and somewhat emotionally speaking. “I’m so sorry, that you had to go through such a horrible thing, Richie” she said to him. Richie went on to talk about his daughter, Ava.
She knew he had a daughter, as his marriage and divorce was a public mess. To hear him speak so lovingly of his daughter touched her heart so deeply. She had a lot of respect for him. Her favorite part was the way he beamed whenever he spoke of Ava. He was the most beautiful man she had seen since her husband passed. She also couldn’t help but notice how funny he was. She didn’t want to be one of those women that laughed at every joke but he really was just that funny. “Your doing very well for your first time on a horse” she told him. Richie was quick witted “I’m only experienced on steel horses, but never a real one. Sorry, you may not know that reference” he said. She smiled “I’m very aware of it, silly. What do you say we head back and I’ll make us a mean grilled cheese sandwich?” He let out a laugh, “is that all you make?” she replied “I can make my way around the kitchen just fine mister. I get by” they shared a laugh. Richie said “then lets do this”.
Taking the horses back to the stable, she jumped off her horse, walked over to help him down but was surprised to see he managed all on his own. He landed right in front of her, catching her off guard. “Impressive” she said. Again looking deeply in his eyes. She found she couldn’t look into them for long as it seemed he could read her soul. Feeling flushed she looked away to catch her breathe. Making Richie feel like he did something wrong. “I’m sorry” he said to her. She looked back into his eyes with a question in her eyes “for what?” she asked. “”I’m feeling like I’m making you uncomfortable and I don’t want that” he said. Harley shook her head, still looking at him. “no, your not. It’s just, I can’t explain it. It’s so strange. But you need to know it’s not you, it’s…” He cut her off, “it’s me, seriously? Your really going to use that line?” Richie was familiar with the “It’s not you, it’s me” line. Harley looked away and said “I like you. I haven’t looked at another man since Tim died. But I’m looking at you and feeling something I haven’t felt in such a long time.” Richie brought his hand up to her chin to raise her eyes at him again. Searching her beautiful blue eyes which made his stomach do flips and his heart pound. “That’s a bad thing?” he asked softly, nearly a whisper. “it’s a scary thing” she said. “How about that grilled cheese?” she asked doing her best to change the subject. He kept her stare and walked her backwards two feet to the stable wall and whispered “sometimes, you have to do it scared, baby.” Took his right hand brushed her left cheek and leaned down. Harley could barely breathe, she never closed her eyes as he leaned in but felt herself lightly lick her lips as his met hers, softly, sweetly. There was no tongue just a prolonged softness, wet, passionate kiss that lasted maybe a minute. The want for more was in the air. He felt it and so did she. He pulled away, leaving her breathless. His hand still touching her face. Her hands never left her side. She took her left hand and took his hand way from her face. “Grilled cheese!” she demanded. Richie couldn’t help but think ‘fuck the grilled cheese already!’ “Let’s go inside” she said.
They walked into the kitchen and Harley could feel herself starting to shake. Why did he have her so upset, he wondered. Maybe she wasn’t really as ready to date as she thought? Richie sat at the breakfast nook with his hands on the counter. Taking out all the ingredients for the sandwich but not saying a word to each other. The side door slammed open and Brad came walking in, “Hey kids! Problems solved. What’s up? Oh Grilled cheese? Harley’s specialty” he laughed at himself. Harley turned around still nearly in a panic and said “ you know I just remembered something I have to do. Brad, make his sandwich, I gotta go!” barely looking at both but turning her head to them “Richie, Brad, bye”. Grabbed her keys and nearly ran out the door. Brad turned to Richie with a raised eyebrow, “What the hell was that?” he asked. Richie shrugged and looked down at his hands, shaking his head but not saying exactly what happened. “SAMBORA? What did you do?” he demanded.
Chapter 4
Richie came down from cleaning up. Baseball cap on, jeans and another t-shirt. Brad shook his head. “What?” Richie said looking down at his pants. “Damn, city slicker, your on a farm, you don’t wear designer clothes to the country! Too late to fuss, she’s waiting!” he said heading towards the door. They got on the porch and Brad turned to tell Richie about Tim when they heard a woman’s voice “you men are as bad as a woman, I swear. It’s taking you long enough” Harley was standing beside the porch looking up at the men with a smile on her face. Brad came back with “that’s for all the times women make men wait” Harley smiled “fair enough then, hmmm”. Holding out her hand “Hi, I’m Harley”, Richie took her hand, taking in as much of her as he could, while saying “Hi Harley, I’m Richie, very nice to meet you, darlin’”. Harley smiled back and said “smooth talker huh? Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Richie” then pulled her hand away. The phone rang inside the house and Brad excused himself. There was a moment of silence when Harley spoke up and said “it’s really nice of you to bring that jacket all the way out here from the city on such short notice.” Richie rubbed his chin and said “Nah, Brad’s a good friend. Had no plans so I figured I’d come hang out. So are any of these horses yours?” He asked looking around the ranch but Harley couldn’t take her eyes off him, not even to blink. He was beautiful. Not rugged, like her husband but genuinely pretty. While looking at him it finally registered that he was speaking to her when he looked at her waiting for an answer. Feeling flushed and embarrassed, she looked away and said “I’m sorry, you said something?” He knew she was looking at him and rather liked it. He repeated himself , this time not taking his eyes off her. “No, these are all Brad’s. That one right over there used to be my husbands horse..” Richie heard husband and nodded like he had just been told useful info. Harley continued “before he died.” Richie got a sympathetic look on his face and Harley picked up on it. “it’s ok, really. I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have mentioned him yet.” Richie simply said “I’m so sorry for your loss. That must be a very difficult thing for you?” He said more like a question than a statement. Harley responded with “don’t be sorry. It was a very, very difficult time but it’s been nearly 3 years and it has gotten a lot easier.” Richie liked the way she spoke. Not too much Tennessee accent. Just enough to make you wanna listen to her talk for a very long
time. Brad walked back out with his keys in hand. “I gotta go the Opry, problems with the show tomorrow” Richie said “problems?” Brad responded dryly “Yeah aren’t there always?” Harley shimmed in with “well don’t you worry about your friend, Brad. I’ll feed him and maybe see if he can ride?” Richie let out a deep slight laugh, that Harley found to be beyond sexy. “I think I can handle it.” Richie said. “See ya later, sorry” Brad said getting into his car and taking off. “So is there anymore chores that need to be done today?” Richie asked looking around. Harley smiled “the only chores Brad does is pet the horses. Did he give you the line we don’t hire help, we do it ourselves?” imitating Brad.
Richie laughed, which made Harley laugh. “yes, he did” Richie said. “Don’t fall for it! Let’s go have some coffee and talk a bit, then go saddle up and ride, ok?” she suggested. Richie smiled warmly at her, “ok” he said. While she slid her hand into his and pulled him inside. She liked his hands. She felt worried about comparing him to Tim, but was thankful she hadn’t done it yet.
They got themselves coffee and went out on the deck that overlooked a beautiful forest. They talked about many things, their careers, tours, fans. Then got to more personal talk. He asked her how long she had been married and if they had any children. She explained that she could never have children and she was alright with that. He’d also asked if she had dated anyone since losing her husband and she told him, no. She just was never ready for that. Then there was a shadow of silence. Harley sat forward in her chair and said “I think I am ready now.” she looked down and let her fingertip touch his wedding ring finger, “No ring, no wife?” she asked. “used to be” he said but followed up with “divorced 5 years ago and no current girlfriend”. Harley smiled while they looked into each others eyes. Harley felt a pull, almost like gravity to him. “How about that ride?” She asked. Richie was really relieved to hear that as he was having to adjust the front of his pants, he was having his own reaction to her, he was getting hard. “Yes, you first” waiting for her to stand up, so he could. If he stood up first, she would be met with what was happening in his pants. He didn’t want to frighten her. Richie wondered what her marriage was like. That was a conversation that would have to happen later.
Chapter 3
Harley Stewart, was 42 yrs old, 5’8”, 120 lbs, long brown hair with highlights, and blue eyes. Harley had been singing country music since her early 20’s. Born and raised in Nashville, country was in her blood. When she was 25, she had met the man of her dreams, Tim Stewart, a country music performer and celebrity in his own right. They met while doing the same tour. Started off as friendship and very quickly escalated to the most passionate and loving of relationships. Tim couldn’t imagine any life without her apart of it. They were married and had the perfect marriage. Never fought, he was her best friend and she was his. Harley had been diagnosed with severe endometriosis and was forced to have a hysterectomy. Never having any children, for years she felt a hole in her heart. Like she had not been able to give Tim everything he needed or wanted. They had talked about adoption, but just never seemed to get around to it. Tim was happy, which in turn, made her happy. They bought a beautiful ranch outside Nashville. Harley loved horses. She loved caring for them and riding them. Her ranch kept her grounded and humble. Never really being one for the so called LA SPOTLIGHT. They preferred staying quiet. When Tim was 38, he had what he thought was a cold, that would not go away. Doctors kept giving antibiotics but never took x-rays of his lungs until he couldn’t breathe. Thinking it was pneumonia, but the x-ray showed something far worse, even fatal. Harley fell to her knee’s when the Doctor said Tim had stage 4 lung cancer and it was terminal. There was no amount of chemo that could save him. Only prolong the inevitable. Harley and Tim had their first fight that night. She wanted him to do the chemo and live for as long as he could. Even if only just to breathe, for her. Tim didn’t want the chemo. He wanted to live as happily as he could and have quality instead of quantity. Harley took care of Tim with help from family that would come stay for periods of time. October 3, 2009, Harley whispered in Tim’s ear, “I love you so much. You have to know you’ll always be in my heart, but it’s ok to go baby. I’ll be ok, I promise.”, within minutes Tim took his last breathe.
When Harley thinks back, she isn’t sure how she made it through those days, weeks, even months that followed. To her she woke up one day and it was 8 months later. She knew she had to do something productive. So she wrote her first album without her best friend
and lover. Everyone loved it. Top of the charts, standing ovations, sold out shows. The tour had just ended and she found herself back on the ranch alone. Harley and Brad had toured together before and Brad had been Tim’s best man at the wedding. Harley had called to talk to Brad the other night and told him she was thinking of dating again, but not sure how. They talked about his plans for the weekend. Brad told her that he had a “Hollywood big shot” coming in for the weekend. She was always a curious little bee. Asking who, Brad responded with “you won’t know who he is”. Harley felt a tad insulted and angry. Brad always underestimated her, saying she was “Sheltered”. “Try me” She said. “Harley he’s a rock star” Brad said with a huge sigh, loud enough for her to hear over the phone. “Brad Paisley, you tell me right now” she demanded. “Fine, Richie Sambora from Bon Jovi” Hoping to get a little upset out of him “Who is THAT?” she said but knowing exactly who he was. You’d have to live under a rock to not know that. He and Jon Bon Jovi had become quite the talk of Nashville when they were recording the album “Lost Highway”. Brad said “I told you that you wouldn’t know.” Harley squaked back “Wouldn’t know? Of course I know who he is. He’s one hot man!” She
continued with “I’ll be there bright and early in the morning to meet him!” Oh Lord, Brad thought but didn’t dare say that to her. Then a light came on. As he hung up from Harley he thought, Richie’s single and Harley’s single, sort of, and they are both looking for someone. Of course Brad didn’t know if Richie knew about Tim’s death, so he would need to tell him, so he would know to be especially kind to Harley’s heart or he would have to give him a good old fashion ass kickin. Friend or not, she was very special to him and needed to care for her, as he promised Tim he would.
Chapter 2
He arrived in Nashville about 3 hours later, but with the time change it was 2am early Saturday morning. Richie actually preferred to travel in the night so to keep away from paparazzi and too many crazed fans. He retrieved his bags and walked out of the airport. Expecting to catch a cab. He looked up and Brad was leaning against his car. “Hey brother” Richie said, surprised to see his friend. “It’s 2am, what the hell are you doing here?” Brad grabbed Richie and gave him a masculine hug with a lot of patting each other on the back. “Couldn’t let you take a cab and sleep in a hotel. Your doing me a huge favor. We are gonna hang out and have some fun.” Brad was saying while helping to load the bags in his car. During the ride back to Brad’s Ranch they talked about Richie’s solo album and who he had collaborated with. Brad had such a beautiful ranch, Richie had never seen before, he knew he’d have to wait till morning. Getting into the house with his luggage he was shown straight to his room. Brad asked if he was hungry and Richie said “I’m actually too exhausted to eat anything. Can we catch up tomorrow, bud? I’d really just like to crash, if you don’t mind?” Brad shook his head “Don’t mind at all. You need your beauty rest for tomorrow.” Richie held up his hand and stopped Brad “Tomorrow? What on Earth do you have planned for me then?” Brad was smiling and had a little trick up his sleeve, “This is a ranch dude, We get up and do work around here. I don’t just hire people, ya know? Besides I have a special friend coming by tomorrow to meet you.” Richie raised his eyebrows at him, “Special friend?” Brad gave a wicked laugh, slapped Richie a hard one on his back and told him to go to sleep. They would talk about it in the morning.
“Great” Richie said, “night brother”.
Richie woke up at 9am, stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get dressed. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He could smell the coffee and couldn’t wait to get a cup. Walking up to the coffee pot he saw a note to head outside to the barn after his
coffee. Richie thought ‘what the fuck? I work with my brain and fingers, not manual farm labor’. He poured the coffee and looked up out the window. Something caught his eye and he stopped stirring his coffee. It was a woman, walking a horse. A beautiful woman at that. He felt guilty as he wasn’t sure if she was Brad’s lady. He would like to find out. He sat at the breakfast nook watching her. The way she walked, knelt down, her long flowing brown hair. Suddenly he heard the door slam and it was Brad. “Bout time you woke your city ass up! I have a woman here waiting to meet you!” Richie almost spit his coffee out, “WOMAN?” he said. “Yeah! That woman right there.” he pointed to the woman Richie had been admiring. Richie pointed to her and said “Th-that woman?” Brad laughed “yes, Sambora, THAT woman. You act like you’ve never seen a woman, but I know better” Richie smiled and asked “ who is she?” Brad answered, “ I know your not real familiar with country music, but she is well known. That woman, my friend, is Harley Stewart.” Richie said “No shit? THE Harley Stewart? She wants to meet me?” He asked, again, surprised. Brad nodded “ yes, she does!” Richie was kind of shocked at the prospect, but intrigued. He knew of her alright. Beautiful woman he actually hadn’t heard her sing but knew she was America’s country music sweetheart. He also knew her husband had died a few years ago to Cancer. This visit to Brad’s may prove to be very interesting, he thought. Richie ran up to get himself together.
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Chapter 1
Richie Sambora is a man very respected and loved in the music industry, although fallen by the waist side with critics. He’s had many professional accolades in his 30+ years in the business. However, his personal life had been lacking in all accounts of what a man needed and wanted for himself. Richie Sambora was no different from any other man in that respect. At 52 he had been with some of the most beautiful women in the world and was very well known for being a ladies man. But there was so much more to him than what people thought. Sometimes being him can get so lonely. He had been divorced from Heather Locklear for 5 years and has had 2 steady girlfriends since. Currently taking care of his 14 year old daughter, while Heather was taking care of the messes of her own life. He was working hard making his third solo album, planning a small solo tour, and owning a fashion line. He would see an ex girlfriend from time to time, but he had no one special. Most women he would date were there mainly for the perks of being seen with a rock star. He knew they weren’t there for him at all. He had gotten to the point where he’d rather not bother. When it happens, it happens.
Richie had just finished listening to a new mix for his new album, but still had a full day of meetings with his NikkiRich partner, Nikki Lund. In the last meeting of the day, Nikki mentioned that Brad Paisley’s jacket was ready for him. Brad needed it for his awards show on Sunday night that he was hosting. Nikki said there was no way to get it to Nashville on time. Richie and Brad had been good friends for some time now, since White Trash Beautiful’s inception. Making clothes for Carrie Underwood and Kelly Pickler. Brad had seen a few of Richie’s leather jackets and contacted him. Richie had loaned him a few previously, Brad liked it so much he wanted one of his own. Richie had no real plans for the weekend. Ava was going to her friends for the entire weekend. So he figured he would take the jacket to Nashville himself. He called his assistant, Denise to set it all up.
Richie was to board the plane at 8pm to Nashville, TN. He ran home to pack and took Ava to her friends. “You sure your gonna be alright while I’m gone, Tinkerbell?” he asked her. Ava knowing how protective her dad was of her, but really trying to break away a little said “Dad, I’ll be fine! Just go and have fun already!”. Richie nodded with a pouty lip, gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. “No Tyler while I’m gone! I’m serious, Ava!”. Ava stood to attention, hand salute over her right eye, “Yes Sir!”. Richie was already getting into his car. He looked up to blow her a kiss but she was inside. ‘Damn’, he thought, ‘they grow up so damn fast’. The thought was quickly pushed from his head, as he rushed home to grab his bags, get into the limo and drove to the airport. It wasn’t until he was on the plane when he started thinking how he’d wanted more kids than just Ava. But it just hadn’t worked out that way. His last girlfriend had 3 babies and at the time he felt he wanted more but after awhile came to the realization that 52 was a little old to start again. He was beginning to think 52 might be too old for a lot of things. Who would fall madly in love with him. HIM, not his money, fame, just for him. The lonliness was seeping in again. This was why he stayed so busy. When he had too much down time, he had time to think and time to feel empty inside.
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