Chapter 43

Harley walked into the kitchen and saw Mrs. Sambora putting an apron on and quickly
began to fuss, "Oh! Please, let me cook for you? I'd love to make a country meal for
you all." she half asked and half demanded. "Besides you've cooked enough meals for him
over the years. It's time for you to take a break." Harley said, with a warm smile on her face.
"Oh dear, that would be lovely. I'm used to cooking for my Richie whenever I come out to
see him. I didn't even stop and think to ask you." Mrs. Sambora took off her apron and handed
it to Harley, with a kiss on her cheek.

Richie walked in and saw both of them together and smiled. "What are 2 of my 3 favorite
ladies doing?" he asked, kissing his mom and putting his arm around her. Harley loved how
affectionate he was towards his mom. "Harley asked if she could make us dinner tonight and
I'm all to happy to have a night off." she said, giving Richie a squeeze around his waist.
"Chicken was the planned meal for tonight. It's all that's thawed. You'll have to make
something with that dear. I'm going to get some rest before dinner." she said, as she walked
out of the kitchen.

"You're mom is adorable, Rich." Harley said as she put the apron on. "Thank you, darlin' but
I gotta say, I'm diggin that apron look on you. It's gettin me hard." he said with a devilish
look on his face. "Will you get outta here? I need to cook and concentrate and I cannot do
that with you groping at me." she said, pushing him away from her. Harley loved his hands
on her. She never felt more alive or turned on, for that matter.

Harley decided to make a Broasted Chicken with Carrots, Potatoes, and Shallots. Standing
at the island counter top, chopping her vegetables up, she was deep in thought. She let
her mind drift into the future and all that it could be. Stopping for a while on her wedding.
Did she want a big wedding or a small one with family? 'Who cares, Harley? You're
marrying THAT man.', she thought to herself.

Continuing to cut the vegetables with a big butcher knife, because she couldn't find a smaller
one that suited her. Harley was trying not to lose focus on the task at hand too much or she feared
she may cut herself with the sharp instrument.

Warmth crept up her back and she felt his hand brush her long hair away from her neck.
Richie snapped her into the here and now. Feeling his breathe on her skin was nearly
unbearable. She wanted to turn around but didn't dare. It's not a bad thing to play hard to get.
Without any warning, Richie's hand went inside the front of her yoga pants. Sliding his fingers
down into her warmth. His finger gently brushed her clit and she gasped, dropping the knife
instantly on the cutting board. "No, Ava!" she breathed out. "She's not here." he said gruffly.
"I told you that apron turned me on." he whispered in her ear. Harley began to turn around but
Richie stopped her. "No. Don't move." he demanded. His finger heavier on her. Circling her
clit and applying more pressure. Pressing himself up against her, she could feel how hard he
was and wanted to touch him too. Her left hand left the counter and went behind her back, as
she found the hard outline of his jeans. His fingers slid down her crease, as if to feel how wet
she was and if she could take him. Richie was surprised to feel just how ready for him she was.
He let out a soft moan and inserted two fingers inside her. Harley's legs buckled, as Richie
brought his left arm around her waist to hold her up. Bending her over the island counter, his
long fingers continued to slid in and out. Pulling out to rub her clit in between strokes. The
tightness was welling up inside her and he could feel it. Harley's breathing was out of control
as she held on to the edges of the counter, ready to explode into a sweet orgasm. Pushing a
third finger inside, Harley came so hard, that her head hit the counter and she felt the cold
steel of the knife on her cheek. As her breathing began to settle, Richie pulled his hand
out of her pants and wrapped both hands around her waist, pulling her back up. "I want more."
she whispered to him. "Later." he answered, as he put his hand over her neck, gently turning
her head, he parted her lips with his tongue. Harley let out a deep moan of acceptance and
returning excitement. Wrapping her hand in his hair on the back of his head. Harley
knew that he was letting her know what she was in for tonight and oh how she loved
the idea.

Richie softened the kiss and released her mouth over his, "I can't wait to taste what your
making me." biting her lower lip softly, then let go of her. "If you'll excuse me,
I have to go calm down a bit. See you in a few, sweetheart." he said.
Harley's breathing was nearly back to normal as she watched him leave the kitchen.
Looking down at the cutting board, trailing the spot on her cheek, that just moments ago was
pressed against the butcher knife during her orgasm. 'Damn' she said in a whisper, as she
picked it up and began slicing the remainder of her carrots.