Chapter 40

Chapter 40

After what seemed a lifetime, but in actuality was only five minutes, Richie said "goodbye"
to Denise. Choosing to not tell her that Harley was upset over this call. That was always
a mistake he made in past relationships. Sharing too much with Denise. For some
bizarre reason, he couldn't figure out why he felt so protective of this one. Feeling
the need to keep everything private, for only he and Harley to share.

Richie continued to sit there for a few minutes, thinking about what to do to make her
less angry. But he wondered if she was really angry or hurt. Remembering the look in her
eyes when she looked at him, after seeing it was Denise that caused him to walk away
from her. It expressed disappointment and hurt.

Deciding to just let it come to him as he saw fit at the time. Half expecting her to be packing
her things as he walked in but much to his surprise, Harley was laying in bed, covered with
a down filled comforter, with a candle lit next to her bedside.

Walking over to her, peeling off his shirt, then dropping his pants, he heard a slight sniffle.
Telling him she had been crying. There it was. A feeling he hadn't felt for anyone, since
Heather.

Richie immediately dropped to his knee's, beside her. "Tell me what you want." he said soft
and low. Harley rolled over and looked at him on his knees before her. "All of you." she
replied with ease.

Gently, Richie pulled the comforter down, exposing Harley's beautiful body, dressed in a satin
and lace, black teddy. Running his hand down her right leg, he slid her leg off the side to dangle
next to him and licked the inside of her thigh. He licked a trail, until he was kissing her
softness, like a long lost lover. Lingering, loving, swirling his tongue as he deepened the kiss.
Sucking, licking, drinking the juice as it ran freely from her, "Oh God, Baby! You taste so good!"
he whispered.

He began to move faster, adding a finger inside her, as her breath came in gasps. She was
so close, and he was going to feel it with his tongue. Harley spasmed, moaning out his name,
"Richie! Oh baby, yes!"

Richie closed his mouth over her, holding her hips with his hands, drinking from her. It was
amazing and Harley wanted more. Riding the wave of the incredible orgasm she just had,
quietly, she begged him to come up on the bed with her.

Crawling on the bed to her. He crawled up her body, his chin and mouth wet from her honey.
A beautiful, yet seductive smile on his face. As he leaned over her, he took one hand and
wiped down his face. "Damn baby! You are incredible!" he growled.

Both trying like hell to remember the guest in the house. "More!" was all she could get out,
as she grasped at him. He chuckled at her impatience and slowly slid his massive cock
inside her tightness. Her muscles were still clenching from her orgasm, causing him to suck
a breath in quickly, at the sensation, as he entered her. "Ooooh, shit!" he groaned out, as
he struggled to maintain control.

Richie closed his eyes and breathed deeply, this woman could unravel him like no other.
But he needed to give her more, 'All of him', like she had requested. To do that, control
was a must. He sat back on his heels, buried deep inside her, grabbing her hips and pulled
her snug against him.

Pulling her teddy over her head, freeing her breasts, baring her to him. His breathing was
steady but ragged, with his control. Harley could see his heart pounding in his beautiful chest,
and he could see hers fluttering. Richie leaned down to kiss it. He lingered for a moment
at each soft breast, teasing them with his tongue. Making her shiver as his breath and wetness
went over them. Harley was still begging, gripping at his hips and thighs. She needed to feel
him moving.

Slowly at first, he began to move in and out of her, feeling her insides grip him and hold on
as he pulled away. The feeling of pushing back into her, so tight, squeezing his dick like a fist.
Richie lay back down over her. Leaning on one arm as he put his hand down between them
and rubbed around her wetness. Touching both of them, rubbing them together, feeling
the wetness on his fingers. He played with her lips as he slid faster, in and out.

"My sweetheart." he whispered. He stared into Harley's eyes, watching her, as she started to
lose control again. Timing it just right, he leaned on both arms and pounded into her until
his balls were hitting against her. Just as she began to scream out a second orgasm, she grabbed
a pillow to cover her moans.

Richie smiled down at her, watching her gasp for air, her eyes closed. She was beautiful and
amazing.

Harley was spent but she wanted more of him. Just to feel him cum inside her, to OWN him.
It was Richie's turn to lose control and she was going to watch and enjoy. Richie had
other idea's. He was in no hurry. He slid himself almost out of her, till just his thick tip
was inside. Leaning on his elbows, playing with her hair, he touched her face, "Baby, I
love you so much." he whispered, as he kissed her gently and then passionately pushing his
tongue into her mouth. He kissed her like he had her other lips earlier. With wild abandon,
sucking, nipping, and playing.

While his hands strayed all over her body, he whispered sweet words to her. "Your body fits
me perfectly" and "your hair is so soft. The candlelight makes it glow". Richie began to softly
make love to Harley. Gently, staring into her eyes. He pushed in all the way and just as slowly,
pulled back until his head was almost out. His chest rubbed lightly over her breasts, teasing
her nipples, as he moved his body over hers.

The whole time he talked to her. Telling her how she felt to him. He could feel all her muscles
pulling at him, how wet she was for him. On and on, he talked. Harley's hands ran all over
him, into his soft hair, gripping it and pulling. Running her hands along his broad shoulders,
and down his tattooed muscles. Her nails drug along his back. Harley was amazed by watching
his face, the sincerity in his eyes, the love shining out of them. Tears began to fall from the
corners of her eyes.

Suddenly Richie growled out. He had to release himself. Grabbing a handful of her hair and
moving her head to the side, he grazed his teeth along her neck, as he slammed into her, over
and over. Cumming so hard, Richie threw his head back, shouting out “OOOHHH, GOD!” His neck was bare to her, her hands went to it, feeling his muscles there bulge as he came.

Richie had his eyes closed, struggling to suck in air. Tears fell freely from Harley now at this beautiful moment they had shared. Richie leaned over her on his elbows again, his mouth open, chest still heaving. His eyes slowly opened again to look down at her face. He held her face in his palms feeling her tears. He gently kissed them away. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I promise to never
hurt you like that again. Forgive me?" he asked. "I love you but you realize we have to talk
about this more soon." she said, not offering it as a question but more of a demand. "I know and
we will. Just not tonight, please?". Harley knew he just wanted to enjoy the moment they were
in and not spoil it. She agreed to wait.

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

While both his ladies were sleeping soundly, Richie made phone calls, scheduled meetings,
and planned a nice family dinner for the three of them.

As Richie thought about it, he was relieved Harley met his Mom today and Ava tomorrow.
Overwhelming Harley wasn't what he wanted to do.

Harley only slept for an hour but that was all she needed. It was a very deep sleep.
Walking into the kitchen, to get herself a drink of water, Richie was sitting at the breakfast
nook. "Hey" she said, leaning over to give him a peck on his cheek.

"Hey darlin. Nice rest?" he asked. Harley nodded, pulling down a glass.
"I didn't realize you were so tired today. I'm sorry!" he said.

"Don't be. I really slept well last night. So I shouldn't have needed a nap. Must be what you've
been doing to my body that's wearing me out." she said with a wink and a smile.

"I can stop if you like, sweetheart!" he said, returning her wink and smile.
Harley put out her best pout, simply to say "NO!".

Richie stood and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her, "Oh honey! Don't pout.
I promise to keep you completely exhausted." he told her, kissing her softly at first, slowly,
he took the kiss deeper. Both Harley and Richie were lost in the embrace and kiss, when
his Mom walked in.

Mrs. Sambora thought she could either speak or clear her throat to interrupt them. She opted to
clear her throat, maybe less of a shock. She was hungry and ready for dinner. Clearing her throat
was effective, as Richie and Harley instantly backed away from each other.

"Mom, how was your nap?" Richie asked. Mrs. S. could see her son was flustered. "It was fine,
Richie. I was thinking about dinner." she said, hoping he had suggestions. "It's only 4 o'clock, Ma.
You eat this early?" he asked. She nodded, "I'm usually in bed at 8 or 8:30. I don't like to eat
too close to bed time."

Richie called his favorite Italian Restaurant, to let them know now was the time to bring it.
Figuring it best to stay in tonight and do the public appearance Monday, all 4 of them.

While the 3 of them sat at the table eating, Mrs. Sambora asked Harley to tell her more about
her husband. "What would you like to know?" she asked, looking slightly uncomfortable,
but enough for Richie to pick up on it.

"Was he a singer too?" she asked. Harley gave her a quick nod, "Yes, he was a very well known
and loved performer." Harley said looking down at her plate.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear. You miss him. I see it on your face. It never goes away." she said.
"Are you sure your ready to move forward with my Richie?" she asked. Harley nearly
choked on her lasagna. "Mrs. Sambora, I do miss Tim everyday. He was a good man.
But he's gone and he's not coming back. Your son, as you know already, is also a
good man. Different than Tim, but wonderful all the same. He makes me happy. I only
hope I can make him as happy." Harley said, regaining her composure.

Richie took another bite of his shrimp Alfredo and abruptly interrupted his Mom before another
question came out for Harley. "I for one, am very excited to see where this is gonna go.
She's a great girl, Ma. She makes me very happy." he said.

"Well then I guess that's all that matters, son. It doesn't upset you that she misses him?"
Richie took a deep breathe. A sign of frustration, Harley thought. Putting her fork down,
Harley reached for his leg under the table, caressing gently and giving a firm squeeze.

"It doesn't bother me at all. It shows great depth, that she can miss him and still love me
to the extent that she does. I would be more concerned if she had no feelings for him at all,
ya know?" he said, putting his hand under the table and placing it on Harley's.

Changing the direction of the conversation, "What would you like to do tonight, Mom?"
"I think I'd like to relax and watch a movie. Would that be alright?" she said, looking over
at Harley. Everyone agreed, that would be a wonderful way to end the day.

The movie ended a little after 9. Harley looked over at Mrs. Sambora, who was asleep in her
chair. She nudged Richie, to make him aware. "Like clockwork" he said softly. Waking her and
helping her to her room. "Are you all set?" he asked. "I'm good, honey." she said, giving him a
hug and a kiss on the cheek goodnight.

Richie came back out and sat next to Harley. "Your Mom really is adorable. She clearly loves
you so much." she said. "She worries, too much!" he said. "Mom's do that" Harley told him.
Richie caressed Harley's cheek with his fingers. Gazing into each other's eyes, he began to
lean in for a kiss, when his phone rang. Looking over at it, then choosing to ignore it and get
back to Harley. His lips parted on hers. She had no choice but to surrender to him. He
was everything she could want. Sinking deeper into the kiss, when his phone went off again.
First a call, then text, then another call. Pissing him off, he reached for it.

'Urgent Message from Denise', is what he read. He stood up and walked away from Harley.
Opening the text, it read, "Things are bad. I really need to talk to you!"

Richie looked at Harley, "Baby, I gotta make a call. I'm so sorry. I'll just be a sec. I promise."
Harley understood, thinking it was Ava. "It's ok. Go!" Richie stepped out onto the back patio,
dialing Denise.

Harley sat there, on the couch for over 20 minutes. Watching him on the phone. He was getting
angry at times and at other times, he was soft and sweet. Harley thought that Ava must be
in some sort of trouble, when the home phone rang. Harley answered it but was shocked to
hear it was Ava calling her Dad. She explained to Ava, that her Dad was outside on the phone.

Waiting another 20 minutes and what seemed like forever, she walked outside, to get his
attention. He abruptly stopped speaking, as Harley walked up to him. Putting the phone to his
side. Harley reached for his hand and held up the phone to see who he was talking to.

Looking up into his eyes, after reading it was Denise. She simply dropped his hand and said
"Tell Denise, I said 'Hello'. Goodnight, Rich." He frowned, "Baby!" he said, as Harley
turned around and walked back inside. Not turning back to look at him. He knew he had
fucked up and would have to fix this. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he brought the phone
back up to his ear and sat back down. He didn't want to leave Harley waiting long. He knew
the longer he made her wait now, the worse it would be.