Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Harley was in a deep sleep when she felt a fluttering on the tip of her nose. Not opening her eyes, she

stretched herself awake. Thought's of last nights sexcapades dancing in her head. "Mmm" escaped

 her lips as she reached out to touch him. Only then did she open her eyes. He wasn't there. Wincing,

 as the sunlight through the balcony sliding door had blinded her. Bringing her arm back to her side,

 Harley felt something strange under her hand. She grabbed a handful and held it up.

 "What has he done?" she said out loud, sitting up.

 Richie had placed red, pink, and white rose pedals all around her on the bed. They were Harley's favorite flower. Cuping her hands together, she pulled a bunch up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Wanting to greet him with a morning kiss, she eagerly climbed out of bed, to notice a trail of roses leading to the bathroom. Pulling on a robe, a robe he left out for her. His, she assumed. Following the pedal's down the hallway, leading to the bathroom, she stopped to look in the mirrors that lined the walls of the closet doors. Seeing herself, she cringed at how her hair was such a mess. Richie certainly worked her over. Reaching the bathroom door, she began to open the door, when she heard some soft music. Roberta Flack's "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" played. The door fully opened and there he was, sitting in a hot bubble bath with rose pedal's in the tub and candles lit up everywhere. Two champagne glasses of orange juice and two cups for coffee and a bowl of fresh fruit. Harley's eyebrow's shot up,

"Well! Aren't you a hard core romantic?"she asked rhetorically.

"It's all for you, darlin'." he said. Harley reached for her toothbrush and held it up,

"Fresh breath!" she said, letting him know he wouldn't get anywhere near her until she brushed.

 Feeling slightly embarassed that he was watching her every move while brushing, she held her hand

 up to hide her face. Richie was anxious for her to get into the tub. It seemed like she was taking

 forever,

 "For fuck's sake, baby! Your teeth are clean! Will you get in here, please?" he practically

begged. Wiping her mouth with the towel,

"Impatient are we?" she asked, teasingly. Harley walked over to the tub and began to undo her robe, when he sat up,

 "No, let me." he said, grabbing the strap and pulling. Harley reached up and touched his face, running her thumb over his boyish dimple. 'damn, he's gorgeous!' she thought to herself. After the robe hit the floor, Richie held out a hand, to her in the tub. He sat all the way back, opening his legs for Harley to sit in the middle. Harleywent downon her knee's, putting her hands on his chest and leaned into him, softly and

 slowly, kissing his lips.

"Good morning, Mr. Sambora." she whispered, hovering over him.

 Richie reached up and pulled her hair away from her face.

 "Good morning." he said softly, as he wrapped his hand around the back of her head, pulling her down for another kiss.

 Richie's lips parted as his tongue entered her mouth, causing a moan to leave Harley's chest. Every thought Harley had in her head had left. It was only the two of them in this world, at this moment. Their tongue's danced in a slow tango, while their breathing increased and became unsteady. Harley's body lowered onto him, feeling his excitement in the water, pressed against her. She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulder's and ran her body up and down his. Richie's hands were caressing her back and sliding down to her wet ass. Harley broke the kiss, breathlessly,

"You want me here?" she asked, looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

 Her cheeks flushed, she bit her lower lip, sending Richie into a tailspin of desire.

 Grabbing her ass tight, while never breaking their stare, he glided her up his body, to bring her down

 onto him. Harley gasped,

"I'll take that as a yes!" she said. Richie grinned,

"Smart girl." he said.

Their lips barely coming together, but their tongue's continue to dance, circling each other's. Harley nuzzled

 her face into his neck, as he thrust his hips upwards into her. Filling Harley with his massive hardness

 with each thrust. Forgetting herself and her surroundings, Harley bit Richie's neck hard. Water began

 to splash out of the tub onto the floor, as Harley matched his every push. Intensity built inside her as

 the pleasure swelled inside her. Each push rubbed against her clit. Richie's breathing and moan's were

 loud, "Cum for me, baby!" he whispered into her ear. His words were all she needed to explode with

 a furry around him. Harley's walls spasmed around Richie and it was more than he could handle. His

 body stiffened, his head went back, and he let out a bear like groan, as he came inside her. Kissing his

 face as he came. When Richie's breathing started to calm, he kissed her lips passionately. He couldn't

 believe this woman was there, with him, and that he felt so much for her, so quickly. Holding each

 other in the embrace,

 "Oh God, what are you doing to me?" she asked. Richie tucked her hair behind her ear and simply said,

"The same thing your doing to me."

Harley turned around and sat with her back against his and giggled at how empty the tub was.

 "We have a little mess to clean up" she said, looking over onto the floor.

"Yeah, but it was worth it!" he said. Harley handed him an orange juice as she grabbed hers.

 "That it was!" she said, clinking her glass against his.

 Harley sat back against him, closing her eyes. She knew she had things to talk to

him about, but right now she just didn't want to do it. It was like she was living in a fantasy with this

 beautiful man. Bringing reality into the mix scared her. There would be time for that later in the day.

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Richie and Harley left the basketball game through the VIP exit. Before walking out through the final

doors, Richie took Harley's hand and squeezed it tightly, looking at her, he said, "Squeeze me tight,

baby.". Harley knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was going to be ok. Something about him

made her feel so safe and protected. Harley looked up at him with half a smile, bitting her lower lip

and gave him a nod. "Damn, baby!" he said, shaking his head, feeling overwhelmed with want and

desire for her.



Richie's car was already waiting for them, as they walked out. Camera's began to flash and Richie

stopped for a moment, putting his arm around Harley in a tight squeeze. Both just smiling for the

camera's. At one point, Richie leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. The camera's

went insane. Taking her hand, again, he lead her to his car and opened the door for her. Before

getting in himself, he waived one final goodbye to the camera's.



Harley held Richie's hand on the way back to his house. Feeling butterflies fluttering around in her

stomach. She was doing everything she could to keep her breathing steady but knew it was a losing

battle. Richie could hear her. He was struggling himself. Harley turned to look at him and he felt her

gaze searing through him. The stop light turned red and in an instant, Richie unbuckled his seatbelt

and putting his hand around her head, pulling her to him. Their lips crashing together like a collision.

Harley couldn't invite his tongue into her mouth fast enough. Feverishly his tongue danced with

Harley's. The heat between them screaming out with every heavy breathe and moan. A loud beep

came from the car behind them, breaking the kiss. "Fuck!" he whispered as he let her go and stepped

on the gas and sliding his seatbelt back on. Harley inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. Putting her

hand on his leg, she began to caress the inside of his thigh. Slowly working her way up. "Be careful,

darlin! I'm not afraid to pull the car over and fuck you right here!" he warned her with a low and

hoarse voice. Harley's eyes rolled shut and she went for it, sliding her hand up over his cock. Not

expecting to find that he had a very large erection. A moan escaped her lips. It was taking everything

she had to not scream "PARK THE CAR!", but she refrained. Harley undid her seatbelt and leaned

over the seat, taking his neck with her lips. Slowly she began to suck and lick the side of his neck.

"Mmmm" was the only sound he could make for a moment. The alarm went off alerting him to the

fact she was out of her seatbelt. "Baby, put your seatbelt on, please." he requested.  The last thing he

needed was to get pulled over for that. Harley let out a disappointing moan, sat back in her seat and

buckled up. "Good girl!" he said, "We're almost home. Just hang on a little bit longer." Richie took

her hand and ran his thumb along her's. They were quiet the rest of the way home.



Pulling into his driveway, Richie noticed a familiar car sitting there. A groan left his stomach.

"What's wrong? Who is that?" Harley asked. Richie stopped the car before completely approaching,

squeezing her hand tight, "I'm sorry, Harley. It's Denise." as he let out a sigh of frustration. "It's not

your fault. There's no need to be sorry. I'll just go in and go upstairs and freshen up while you talk to

her." she said. "I'll make it fast. I promise. This is our time." he said, kissing the back of her hand.

Harley touched his face and leaned over to give him a soft kiss, letting him know she wasn't angry.

"Thank you for understanding." he said. "Your giving me more credit than I deserve. I'm not

understanding, but I'm tolerating." she said firmly. "Thank you for tolerating." he said, pulling up to a

stop next to Denise's car. They got out but didn't see Denise anywhere. "Where the fuck is she? I'll let

you inside, baby. Come on." taking her hand and walking Harley up the stairs. He put the key in the

door but it was already open. Richie grabbed Harley's arm and cautiously walked in. Walking past the

foyer, Denise was standing next to the dining room table, with a big box next to her. "Don't tell me!

You have another key!" he yelled. Denise looked at Harley as if she could kill her. As they were

approaching Denise, Harley turned to Richie, "I'll just go upstairs and give you a minute." she said,

leaning towards him, "But just a minute." she whispered kissing Richie's cheek. Harley knew she just

added fuel to whatever Denise was feeling but didn't care. As Harley walked by, she gave Denise a

coy smile.



"You got a lot of balls, lady! Say what you gotta say and get the fuck out!" he said, trying to keep it

down, not wanting to scare Harley. Richie and Denise have been known for some very loud fights in

the past and Richie didn't want Harley to fear him. He is hoping for a better ride with Harley. "I came

to bring your shit that you left at my house!" she yelled. "Fine! You brought it. It's here. Bye!" he

said. "Just like that? Just that easily? I'm discarded?" she asked. Richie began to nod his head rapidly,

"Yeah!" he answered. Denise sat down on the chair, next to the box on the table. "Don't sit down!

Don't make yourself at home! This, whatever we had, is DONE, Denise! You need to move on and let

it go now. My locks will be changed tomorrow morning!" he yelled.



Harley had been upstair's changing into her black babydoll teddy and freshening up. It began to get

louder and louder downstairs and she was getting concerned for Richie. Figuring it wouldn't hurt, she

headed down the hallway to listen better.



"How can you say that to me? We were there for each other, Richie!" Denise said, wanting answers.

Richie began to shake his head, throwing his hands in the air, "Because it just didn't work. Shit

happens. Shit happened to us. I don't want it anymore. I'm sorry that hurts you but I'm done." he tried

explaining the best way he could. "It's because of her! Isn't it? That bitch!" she yelled. "Don't you

ever call her that again! You brought my shit, now leave!" he said. Just then Harley felt the need to

make an appearance. Richie caught her out of the corner of his eyes and spun around to look at her.

His mouth dropped to the floor as he saw her in that black nighty. "I'm just gonna get a drink." she

said, pointing to the kitchen but not stopping to give Denise a chance to speak to her. Richie watched

her walk into the kitchen. "Richie, I love you. We can work this out together." Denise said. But

Richie's eyes were dancing all over Harley's movements. Harley cringed as she heard Denise say

those words to Richie, even though he didn't hear them. "Richie? Richie look at me! Dammit, why

won't you look at me?" Denise yelled at him, grabbing his attention but still not looking away from

Harley. "Because I can't!" he said breathlessly. "I love her!" he said as Harley came from the kitchen

and headed back to the stairs. Harley turned around once to look at Richie before heading upstairs.

Denise was outraged and headed over to his box of belongings. Picking it up and dumping it all over

the floor, throwing the box down. "Do you feel better?" he asked with little care. "Fuck you, Richie

Sambora!" she screamed, as she stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind her.  Richie

took a deep breathe of relief that it was over. He picked his stuff up off the floor and put it back in the

box, thinking to himself that he had to remember to call a locksmith first thing in the morning. Then

he remembered what a beautiful woman he had upstairs waiting for him, in black lingerie, oh my!



Richie slowly took the stairs and walked down the hallway. Propping himself in the door way, he saw

her standing out on the balcony, drinking her water, he cleared his throat. Harley heard him, turned

around, and walked inside. "I'm sorry for interupting you." she said, looking him in his beautiful

brown eyes. He frowned and shook his head, brushing it off. The last thing he wanted to do tonight

was discuss Denise. "You know what I've been thinking all night?" he asked her, with a fire in his

eyes, that were deeply dark and seductive. Almost scaring her but making her insides burn. He

stepped towards her and she stepped back, "No idea. Enlighten me?" she said, nearly a whisper,

playing a game with him. A slight coy smile appears on Richie's face. He liked this game she was

playing. "I've been thinking of all the things I'd like to do to you tonight!" he said, continuing to step

to her but she kept backing away. Swallowing hard, "What did you come up with?" she asked, feeling

feverish as he slipped his shirt off. His skin so dark from the sun and those tattoo's on his strong

excercised arms. Harley wanted to run her nails down them. There was nothing about this man, that

didn't ooze sex. "Stop backing away from me, darlin and I'll tell you." he said. Harley froze, wanting

to hear his plans for her. Richie took a trial step forward and when he saw she didn't move, he gave a

smile that said, "I got you". As he took another step, he unbuttoned the top button of his jeans.

Forcing a deep sigh out of Harley. One more step would close the distance between them. Harley

took her eyes off the bulge in his pants and looked up into his playful naughty eyes. Her cheeks were

flushed and she was fighting to breathe normal. Richie reached for her glass and threw it on the chair.

Taking his last step, he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her to him tight, whispering in her

ear, "I'm gonna start by eating your pussy with you upside down. Then I'm gonna fuck you till your

unconcious." as he said those words, he clenched her ass cheeks and squeezed them hard and pulling

her to him, so she could feel his excitement against her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her

head back and his lips took hers. His tongue on fire inside her mouth. Harley sucked his tongue and

bit his lower lip. Richie began kissing her neck and then her chest, into her cleavage. Hitting the floor

on his knee's, "You won't be needing these anymore." he said, his hands gliding up her legs, into the

strings of her panties. Slowly, he began to pull them down. Harley stepped out of them. Richie began

kissing her legs, going higher and higher up her thigh. He stops at her love spot and moves his nose

up and down her slit. "Ah" escaped her lips. "Turn around." he said. He begins to kiss, suck, and lick

her ass cheeks, as his right hand comes up between her legs. Richie begins to rub her clit, in slow

circles. She moans and Richie wants to play now, "You like that?" he asks, his voice deep. "Oh God,

Yes!" she moans out. He then slides his long middle finger inside her. "Your so wet and ready for

me" he groans, "but I've gotta taste you first." He stands up, "Bend over and touch the floor." he

commands. Harley complies and with Richie standing behind her, "I'm gonna lift your legs. Keep

your hands on the floor." putting his arms between her legs, he lifts them onto his shoulder's and

stands up. Harley is upside down and he has his arms around her waist. Richie begins goes straight to

her clit with his lips and tongue. In a smooth and steady rhythm he circles it. Harley is moaning and

trying to wiggle her hips to meet his tongue. Harley opens her eyes for a moment and see's where her

head is and quickly she begins to finish undoing his jeans. The blood is rushing to her head and she

doesn't know how much longer she can endure this, but she is determined to set his cock free and

suck him upside down. "Oh Baby!" he say's as her hand free's him. Harley licked the head and circled

the rim with her tongue, while her hand slid up and down his shaft. God, he was thick and she loved

it. Wrapping her mouth around his cock, swirling her tongue around his hardness, he stiffened, "Oh

fuck! That's not playin fair baby!" he said. Richie began licking her again and stuck his finger's inside

her. Harley's mouth left him, "Ahhhhh" she groaned. She couldn't think anymore, the blood ran to her

head and she was being fucked and sucked. Everything began to tingle and she felt it build inside her,

she was going to cum. Gripping Richie tight, she pulled herself tight to him. Her mouth on his cock

and came, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, oh God!" he slowly took his finger's out and walked over to the bed,

placing her gently down by climbing up on the bed and laying her on her back. Richie turned around,

"You ok?" he asked softly. Harley nodded and took off the rest of her teddy. Richie leaned over her

and kissed her passionately. She grabbed his hair and held him to her, not wanting to let go. In

between kisses, Harley begged, "Please, now!" and Richie layed himself down on her, slowly

bringing his hips forward, filling her with his rock hard cock. Breathing threw clenched teeth, Richie

began a slow and steady pace. "Faster!" Harley demanded. "Please" she begged. He liked hearing her

beg for more of him. Pulling himself up on his knee's and pulling her with him, so she was strattling

him now. He began to thrust hard and fast. Harley met him with every thrust. Harley's arm's were

wrapped around his shoulder's. Richie's finger's digging into her hips as he pushed and pulled at her.

Filling her insides with every push. Harley felt the tightness building again. The electricity. Every

nerve in her body was in ecstacy. "Fuck me!" she groaned. "Cum for me baby" he said, through

grunts of his own. Harley opened her eyes and looked at Richie and the dam broke. Arching her back

and grabbing his arms to hold her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he felt her cum around him. Her spasms were

all he could handle. She was still so tight, that he couldn't hold it anymore and he came inside her

with such force, she could feel it. Again, Harley wrapped her arms around his shoulder's and her legs

around his waist and just held him in a hug, kissing his neck and face. "Your so beautiful, Richie" she

said in a barely audible voice and kissed him, deeply, slowly, and lovingly. Laying her down, he lay

beside her, holding her, in silence, until they drifted asleep.