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.

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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.

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Chapter 33

Harley stirred on the sofa, as she was waking up from what felt like a post orgasm coma.

Feeling a heavy weight on her chest, she looked down and saw Richie had layed his head on

her chest and was sound asleep. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him,

but should she dare wake him? Harley took a chance and ran her fingers through Richie's hair,

kissing the top of his head lightly. Just as she thought, he began to come around. When Richie

opened his eyes, he was a little surprised to see where he was. Looking up at Harley, she smiled,

"Hey there." she said. "Hey baby. I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?" he asked. Brushing the sweaty

hair away from his eyes, "No, your not hurting me. Sorry, I woke you." she said. "Mmmm, it's

ok." he said looking under the blanket and giving a soft chuckle. Harley giggled, "I know, how

high school are we?" she said. Both of them, still had their shirts on, but were missing their pants.

"Guess we were in a little bit of a hurry?" he asked with a big grin on his face, placing a kiss on

her lips, both still laughing over the juvenile state of it all. "So what do you have to eat? I'm

starving!" she said. "Well, my original plan was to take you to the Laker's game tonight and

to dinner. But in light of what happened to you today, I doubt you would want to do that." he

said. "Are you kidding? I would love to go to a Laker's game!" she said, sitting up on the couch

and putting her pants back on. "Seriously?" he asked, "It won't be too much for you?" Harley

shook her head, "No! I'm gonna be with you. I'll be alright. Let's go have some fun." she said.

"But do I have time for a shower?" she asked. "Absolutely!" he said, putting his arms around her

waist, "I won't let anything happen to you, Harley. I promise you that. If I would have been with

you today, that wouldn't have happened." he assured her, softly touching her wounded cheek. "I

believe that, Richie." she said, pulling away and heading to her bags. Richie helped carry them

upstairs, where they proceeded to get showered and ready for the game.


Richie pulled up to the valet and got out of the car. He walked around and opened Harley's door,

as she got out of the car, camera's started going off. Harley turned around, hiding her face in

Richie's chest. "I got you, baby. It's ok." he said, trying to reassure her. "They just wanna see

us together. Smile that beautiful smile for me." he said, stroking her back. Harley brought her

head up, looked in his eyes, and knew she had to do this, for him, for her, for them. Turning

around, she smiled and put her arm around Richie's waist. One reporter yelled, "Harley, you

look gorgeous, smile for me?" he asked of her. Harley did her best to look good for her man

tonight. She kept her hair long and flowing with minimal makeup. Trying to keep it casual, but

classy. Choosing a sequened, nude colored, tank top, with a pair of jeans and high heel boots.

Richie looked at her as she turned her head to the left, giving the camera man a beautiful, sincere

smile. She wanted the world to know that she was happy to be with this man. Richie couldn't help

but lean down into her ear, he whispered, "Thank God my shirt is untucked". Making Harley

beam, from ear to ear. Both waiving to the camera's, Richie put his hand in the small of Harley's

back and lead her inside. Security had met them inside and was taking them to their seats.

"Richie, can we get something to eat?" she asked, pointing to the pizza concession stand.

"Sure baby!" he said. While Richie was ordering the pizza he looked over and saw Harley talking

to the usher. She was beautiful and radiating happiness. Hoping he had something to do with that,

he paid for the pizza and they went to their seats.

Harley loved seeing Richie at a game. So involved he got, so passionate. Between times of

standing up and cheering on his favorite basketball team, he held her hand, kissing it from time

to time. Sharing small conversation and laughs. Suddenly, Richie heard the crowd begin to

applaud and scream. He looked up at the oversized screen and saw that he and Harley were on the

"Kiss Cam". His job was to kiss her at this point, so everyone could see. It was a nightly ritual,

but tonight, they focused in on them. Richie got a huge smile on his face, a smile that reached his

eyes. He looked over at Harley, who was laughing. Richie leaned over the seat, placing his hand

on the right side of her face and kissed her. A beautiful, deep, sexy kiss. The crowd went insane

for them. Richie looked in her blue eyes, "This will be everywhere tomorrow." he said. "and I

couldn't be happier." she said laughing. The Laker's won that night. But somehow, Richie felt like

he was the real winner of the day.

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Chapter 32

They're kiss was like coming home. The feeling that they fit so perfectly together and every moment in life, were just moments leading to this one. Suddenly coming to an end, when Richie's nose hit the cut on Harley's cheek. She pulled away and winced, when Richie saw it for the first time. You could see the anger flush over Richie's face, "Baby, your hurt!" he said, pulling her towards his breakfast nook, to sit her down. He went into the kitchen, for a wet wash cloth. Harley had blood running down her face and Richie began to wipe it away. "Dammit, your gonna need stitches. Let me call my Doctor. He'll come and fix you right up, baby. Then you tell me what happened." he said. After making the call, he went and wrapped some ice in the same cloth for her. Harley held it up to her face as Richie sat next to her. She started telling him what had been happening to her since Wednesday nights dinner with Brad, when Richie's phone rang. He recognized that ring tone anywhere, it was Ava. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I have to answer this." he said, while grabbing his phone out of his pants. "Hey sweetheart. You ok?" he asked. "I'm fine, daddy. Is Harley with you yet?" she asked. "She is." he answered. "Is she ok? I saw what happened to her at the airport on TV." Ava was very concerned. "She's ok sweetheart. What have I told you about watchin that crap?" he said sternly. "I know, daddy, but I was channel surfing and saw her and stopped to see. You need to do something to stop this." she told him. "I will! Don't worry, Tinkerbell." he said. "Ava, I have to go, honey. Someone's at the door. Talk soon. I love you. Bye." he said.

When Richie opened the door, Dr. Jeff Cohen was standing there. "Come on in, Jeff." he said. "Thanks. Where's our patient?" Dr. Cohen asked. "Right this way. She has a deep cut above her left cheek. It looks like it may need a few stitches." explained Richie. Approaching Harley, "Dr. Cohen, this is Harley Stewart." he introduced them. "Hi, Doc." Harley said, shaking his hand. "That looks like a bad cut. May I?' he asked. Reluctantly, Harley took a deep breath and nodded. "Oh! That looks nasty! Your right, probably around 6 stitches, should do the trick." Dr. Cohen told Richie. "Let me go get my bag out of the car. May I let myself back in?" he asked, turning to Richie. "Yeah, sure." he answered. After Dr. Cohen walked out, Harley looked at Richie, "I'm sorry." she said. "For what exactly? You did nothing wrong." "I can't go with you Monday now." she said. "Why can't you?" he asked. "I'm going to have 6 stitches in my face, Rich. People won't be talking about you getting that award. They will be talking about how your girlfriend looks like she went a few rounds with Mike Tyson." she said. "Your going! I don't care what they have to say. I want you there and that is what counts." he told her. Harley took a deep breath, "You have to help me, Richie. I need to hire a bodyguard to be with me everytime I leave my house. Maybe I can hire Karl. Do you think he would be willing to move to Nashville?" she asked. "We can ask him. This will either stop on it's own or I will make it stop." he said. "How can you possibly make it stop? Because for the life of me I can only think of one thing that will make it stop." she said, realizing that might be the same thought he had. "Richie? NO!" she said loudly, grabbing his face to make him look at her. "NO! That's not an option. I will deal with this. I'll be fine." she said. The last thing Harley wanted was to lose him over this. "I don't want you hurt. I don't want you invaded. Not over me." he said. "Your not breaking up with me over this. I'll get security. I'll do whatever I have to but I don't want to lose you, baby." she said. Richie could see her tears were building, "Ok baby. We will figure it out. Together." he said. "Thank you!" she said as the Doc walked up to her with his bag. He pulled out a syringe and filled it with Lidocain, "This is gonna hurt for a second." he told her. "Great!" she said, closing her eyes.

Dr. Cohen had finished suturing her cheek and left. Instructing that today, Harley needed to rest. Richie picked her up and carried her over to the couch and layed her down, covering her with a blanket. "I'll put on the TV and lay with you, ok?" he asked. "This wasn't the way we were supposed to spend our day together. I'm sorry." she said. "Stop saying your sorry. This is a perfect way to spend our day together. I could do without you being hurt. But the cuddling and watching TV part is fantastic." he assured her. Harley cracked the first smile since she got there. Richie's animation with his face and hands made her smile, even when she didn't want to.

Richie grabbed a blanket and climbed behind her on the couch. Grabbing the remote for the TV, he put on a movie they had both seen before. That way if they fell asleep, nothing would be missed. Harley laid on her back and Richie to her right, laid on his side. His face nuzzled in Harley's hair. He kissed her cheek softly and held her hand. Both were looking at their hands touching, rubbing, and exploring the others. Harley turned her head to face him, looking into his beautiful, soulful eyes. "Kiss me?" she asked, nearly in a whisper. "Thought you'd never ask." he said, leaning towards her slightly. Gently, Richie's lips touched hers. Like a whisper on her lips, she felt his breath on hers. She slightly licked her lips, as he carefully kissed her. Slightly seperating her lips, just enough to slide his tongue over her lower lip. Making Harley feel a heat and flush come over her. Harley lifted her head, not letting him go. Richie let his tongue explore her mouth. Bringing his right hand up over her breast. Their kissing went on for sometime, desire for each other was exploding inside them. Richie's fingers were caressing and pinching Harley's nipples. She was on fire now, kicking off her blanket. Richie unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. Sliding is hand inside, to feel her heat and wetness. Finding her clit with his long middle finger, he let out a moan, when he felt it was hard and ready for him. Richie rubbed her softly and slowly. It was like she was his guitar and he knew how to play her. Harley was anxious and beyond ready for him. Taking her hand, she began working her way down to the hardness inside his pants. She began to undo his pants when he pulled her hand away. He hoarsley whispered, "No baby. This is about you, right now." Richie's finger quickly returned to her mound of hardness. Harley closed her eyes but Richie wanted her to look at him. He wanted to see her, to see what her eyes would say to him. "Look at me, baby." he told her. Harley opened her eyes and looked up at him, when he slid his finger's inside her, deep inside her. "Oh God, baby, your beautiful!" he said. Richie pulled his hand out of her jeans and sat up to pull her pants off. Harley's belly was quivering again. The way it was the first time they had sex. Richie loved that. It told him how much she wanted him. Her panties came off when he pulled her pants down. Taking his hands and rubbing her legs. Lifting one and he began kissing the inside of her ankle. Raking his tongue along the inside of her leg. Not stopping until he reached her honey. Richie opened his mouth and kissed her wetness. Harley closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. As he licked, sucked, and nipped her clit and lips. Not leaving any spot unloved. Harley's hips began moving to the rhythm of his tongue. Richie's moans vibrating into her core. "Don't stop! Eat me, baby!" she said breathlessly. Richie's tongue was a fierce weapon, wanting her to cum for him, he never let up. He knew she was about to cum, when he stuck his finger's inside her again. The feeling of his finger's inside her, sent her into an explosive orgasm. Richie felt her clamp up around him. It was too much for him. Richie sat up and took his pants off. Exposing a veiny, purplish, blue, rock hard, shinny cock. "You want me, darlin'?" he asked, stroking himself. His juice beading up on the tip of his head. "YES!" Harley yelled. "Fuck me!". Richie lifted her legs over his shoulders, leaning in over her, guiding himself inside her. Breathing through gritted teeth as he slowly pumped in and out of her. Harley had her finger's dug into his arms as his fucking got more and more intense. Richie was so far over her, that her knee's were nearly next to her ears. Harley reached for his lips with hers, not quite making it but their tongue's danced together. Richie's cock hit her g-spot perfectly, when Harley came for him. Clamping down tight on him, "Ahhhhhh!" he yelled out, shooting his hot cum deep inside her. Harley could feel his hardness spasm inside her as he came. Letting Harley's legs go, he lay on top of her. She wiped away the small beads of sweat on his face, while he looked in her eyes. "I love you, Harley. Your who I've been waiting for my whole life." he said. "I love you, Richie." she said, pulling him down for a soft kiss, forgetting about the cut on her face. "Ouch!" she said. "Fuck! I'm sorry, baby." he said. "You ok?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm better than ok." she said as he rolled off her, covering her up with the blanket. Rolling over on her side, she nuzzled up to him and they floated into a nice nap.

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Harley woke before her alarm went off. Sleep evaded her most of the night. So much on her mind but the primary thing was Richie and the fact that she would be with him very soon. It was like butterflies danced in her belly all night. Looking and seeing that it was 7 am, she knew he wouldn't be awake yet. Especially since they spend most of the night talking on the phone. Harley left out the talk about the CMT's, feeling it best to save it for when they were together. Harley wanted to read Richie's face to  make sure it was an honest reaction and not him being polite.

Harley took a shower and did all the necessary things a woman does, before her weekend with her man. Earlier in the week, Harley had done all her shopping for lingere. Buying some really pretty teddy's and g-strings. Things she was certain Sambora wouldn't be able to say no to. A smile hit her face, not that he would want to say no.

It was quickly 9 am and the driver showed up and was putting Harley's luggage in the limo, when she received a text, "Be safe and see you in a bit, gorgeous. You make my heart smile. xox." Making her feel so special and also calming her nerves. Harley didn't run into any problems boarding the plane and the flight itself was very smooth and calm.

Richie had to take Ava to Heather's that morning. Then he had a few meetings for NikkiRich and for his solo album. Not sure how well he would be able to focus on any meetings today. All he could think of was Harley. She would be there with him, laughing, talking, cuddling, playing, and sex. Lots of SEX! Richie allowed himself to begin thinking of the sex he was going to have with her. What it was he wanted to do to her first. Thank God, he was alone in his car, as a groan came from deep in Richie's chest. Just as he suspected, there wasn't much concentrating at the meetings. He got what he needed out of them and left. Stopping at his favorite place, Marmalaid Cafe, a quant and popular place in Calabasas, for lunch. On his way out he had been approached by some familiar faces, with camera's. "Hey Rich!" a short, stocky guy yelled out to him. Richie recognized him immediately, "Wassup?" Richie asked, not really caring what he had to say, but being his polite self. "How's things with you and Harley?" the bold camera man asked. "Excellent! Thank you very much!". Richie never stopped to talk. "So your happy?" he asked Richie. "Very! See ya!" Richie answered, waiving, as he got into his car and left. This was nothing out of the ordinary for him. He headed straight home, as it was getting close for Harley to show up.

Harley, on the other hand, wasn't used to that much chaos. When her plane landed, she headed to the luggage pick-up. When suddenly, out of nowhere, a sea of paparazzi swormed to her. They circled her, with camera's flashing in her face. Harley couldn't see anything in front of her. "Harley, what are you doing in LA?" one guy yelled. "Harley, you here to see Richie?" she heard. Another grabbed at her shirt, yelling, "Hey Harley, look over here!". He pulled her shirt so hard that he tore the sleeve. Feeling a sting on her face, like she had been cut. Harley couldn't move, she was about to go down. They were pulling at her and pushing her, when a hand reached through and grabbed her, pulling her out of it. At first, Harley couldn't see who it was that grabbed her. She just knew she had to follow him, to get out of there. Her momentary hero yelled for her to keep her head down and push through the crowd. He lead her outside of the airport, opening a limo door, "Get in!" he said. Harley climbed in. "I'm going to get your luggage. I'll be right back." he told her. When Harley looked out of the window to see who this guy was, she saw a man about 6'5" tall and very muscular. He was wearing a black and white suit. He must be the driver Richie sent for her. Sinking down into the seat, she was visibly shaking. Tears were streaming down her face. Her face, that still stung. Searching her purse quickly for a mirror, Harley couldn't believe she had a cut on her left cheek. After about 15 minutes, the driver returned. Sliding into the drivers seat, he asked, "Should we call Mr. Sambora?". She looked up at him and shook her head, no. Harley was clearly traumatized and scared. "Ms. Stewart, my name is Karl. I am your driver for today. I see you have a cut on your face. Do you need medical attention?" he asked. Harley shook her head, no. "There's ice in the cooler. Wrap some in a napkin and put it on your cheek." he instructed her. Harley nodded, ok. Harley saw camera men coming out of the airport and tensed up. "It's ok, they found another subject. Tom Cruise was right behind you. That's who they were waiting for." Karl said.

The car pulled into Richie's driveway, but Harley was oblivious, as she was very withdrawn.  Harley was hiding inside herself. "Ms. Stewart, we are here. I'll come around and let you out." he told her. But when he opened the door, she didn't get out, instead she slid into the middle of the seat. "Ms. Stewart? You can get out." but still nothing. Karl thought Harley must be in shock. Shutting the limo door, he went and rang Richie's doorbell. Richie answered with a very happy look on his face, but was shocked that it wasn't Harley standing there. "Hey Karl. Where's my girl?" he asked looking past Karl. "Ah, well, there was a problem at the airport." Karl said. "Problem? Is she in the car, Karl?" Richie asked. "She is! She won't come out. I think she's in shock or scared to death." he said to Richie, but Richie was already walking past him. Richie opened the limo door and saw a very frightened woman. Richie knelt down, looking at her softly, with concern in his eyes. "Harley?" he asked for her softly. Harley didn't flinch. "Baby? Look at me? Please?" he asked. "I'm right here adn your here with me. Nobody is going to hurt you here. Take my hand, darlin'."  Harley looked at him, searching his face. Reluctently, she put her hand in his. "Hi!" she said. "Hi babygirl!" he said gently. "Ready to get out of the car and come inside?" he asked. "Stay by me?" she asked with a shaky voice. Richie nodded, "Promise" he said. She slowly got out of the car, looking around her. As they approached the porch, Harley stopped and turned to her tall hero. "Thank you, for doing what you did, Karl. May I hug you?" she asked. "It was my pleasure, Ms. Stewart." he said as he reached for her hug. Richie began to take a step back and let go of Harley's hand, but she would not let go of his. Hugging Karl with one arm. "Everytime I come here, I want you to be there to get me, please?" she asked as she stepped away from Karl. "Yes, ma'am." he said, as Harley started to walk inside the house, with Richie close at her side. Richie turned and yelled, "Hey man, Thank you! I'll take care of you later." then shut the door. "Lock it." Harley insisted. After Richie locked the door, he turned around and Harley latched on to him, holding him close to her. "Baby, your shaking." he said in her ear. Harley looked in his eyes with such intensity and brought both hands up around his neck and ran one through his hair, pulling him to her lips. She was safe, with him.

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Harley was finishing up all her traveling preperations, after she finished with the fencing company. Working out all specifications of what she wanted. Going over in her mind the crazy phone call from Richie earlier that day. It really bothered her that he thought she would do that. Obviously, he was a man who was dealing with some deep underlying insecurities of his own.  Harley knew she would have to work a little harder to build his self confidence. Heather must have really stuck it to his heart. All Harley wanted to do was love him and make him happier than he had been in years. Harley snapped out of her thoughts, realizing she was sitting on the floor of her closet, picking out shoes to take. Suddenly, she knew what pulled her back to reality, the doorbell. Was it worth seeing who it was? The police chased off most of the annoying paparazzi. Could it be a straggler? FUCK! Whoever it was, wasn't giving up. Getting off the floor, she ran downstairs. Breathlessly, she swung open the door. It was Maria, her publicist. "Oh my God! Hey sweetie!" Harley said, happy to see her and pulling her inside, to hug her. "What brings you all the way out here?" she asked, letting her go. "I have something to run by you, but I felt it needed to be done in person." Maria said. "Oh! Well, come on in. Sounds serious? Can I get you something to drink? Some iced tea?" she asked, leading Maria into the living room. "Sure, I'd love some, with sugar, please?" Harley nodded. "Sit down and I'll be right back." Harley returned a few minutes later, "You know I just love that picture!" Maria said, pointing to a picture sitting on the end table, next to her. Harley smiled, "Yeah, one of my favorites too." she said. "So what's up? Talk to me." Harley didn't like beating around the bush. Maria cleared her throat. "i was contacted by the VP at CMT. Asking if you would be willing to perform on they're awards show in 2 weeks." Harley's eyebrows narrowed, "This is the BIG thing, you came here for? Seriously?" she asked. "Well, yes and no! There's more." she said. Harley's hands came together as in prayer. "you know I adore you, but I have no patience for this. Just say it!" she told her. "Ok! They want a tribute to Tim." Harley nodded. "What kind of tribute? Why am I needed for that?" she asked. "They want you to sing with him again. A duet of yours." she explained. "Kind of impossible, ya think?" Harley was getting irritated. "Not entirely! You will walk out all glamorous and being singing, when the video version of Tim will be playing behind you." explaining that she will turn sideways to face Tim.  Harley cleared her throat and sat back in her seat. Feeling like she had been sucker punched. "Why? Why do they want this? Ratings? I won't exploit Tim for ratings!" Harley was trying her best to understand what and why they wanted this. "It's coming up on the anniversary of his passing, Harley. They want to celebrate his music and the love between the two of you." Harley nodded, "Of course! I know what's coming up!" she said standing up and excusing herself for a bathroom break. Harley walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She had forgotten! How could she forget? She knew how she forgot. His name was Richie! "I'm sorry, Tim. I'm so sorry!" she said softly to herself. the tears fell down her cheeks. "This is so hard. Falling in love with someone new and letting go of the past, while the world still wants to hang on to it. Do I give them what they want or walk away?" she realized Tim wasn't going to answer her. Wiping her face and hands, she headed back to the living room. "Harley, I'm really so sorry! Now you understand why I came here?"  Maria said. Harley looked at her, "It's ok. How much time do I have before I have to give a solid yes or no?" she asked, feeling she needed time to think about it.  "Monday, Harley. If you don't do it, they don't want you!" she said. "That's harsh! I've been hit with a lot of harshness today! I'm about done! Monday will be fine. I'll call you!" Maria stood up and hugged Harley. Seeing some suitcases by the stairs, "Your traveling somewhere?" she asked. "Yep! Heading to LA tomorrow morning to spend the weekend with Richie." she said smiling. "Harley, it's ok to move on, ya know? It happens. You can't stay alone forever. Tim would want this for you. It's really good to see you smiling." she said. "On that note, have a wonderful time. We will talk Monday?" she confirmed. "Absolutely! I'll still be in LA but I'll call." she said, hugging one last time.

Harley sat back down in the chair she was sitting in earlier. Took her favorite picture of her and Tim in her hands. Running her finger over his face. She began to speak out loud. "Well Richie, you want a woman to talk to you? Your gonna help me decide this, because I can't do it if it hurts you. Tim will forgive me. Would you?" Putting the picture down, she headed up to her closet to finish her packing, once and for all. Again, yelling out loud, "Will this day just end already? SHIT!"

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Richie got off the sofa and headed to his room. Changing into shorts and feeling tired but it was too early for him to sleep. Usually he slept only 7 hours a night, so going to bed now would have him awake at 5 am. He headed into the game room to play his favorite video game. After a few minutes of getting into the game, his phone rang. Pausing the game, he looked to see who it was. 'Ugh', he said to himself. It was Denise. 'What could she possibly want?'.

"Yo! What's up?" he asked in his least interested voice. "That's how we are saying 'hi' now?" she asked. "What the fuck could you possibly want, Denise?" he asked. "I just wanted to see how things were going for you and Harley." she said. "That's sure as shit not something I'm willing to share with you." he said. "Well that's harsh, Richie?" "Harsh? You haven't seen harsh, sweetheart! I know it was you who leaked to the press about Harley and I." Richie confronted her. "What makes you think it was me?" she asked with her most innocent voice. "Because I know you, remember? That bullshit you played the other day backfired and set you off." he said. "It wasn't bullshit, Rich. I didn't know she was there. Although, I did enjoy her expression, when she saw me, naked, in front of you!" she laughed. "I didn't! I didn't appreciate any of it. I haven't told her it was you, but I'm sure it's something she's thought of herself." he said. "Again, your assuming it's me." she said, getting annoyed. "Well what the fuck ever, Denise. I think this phone call is done." he said disgusted. "Talk soon?" she asked. "Don't count on it darlin'." he told her with a level of finality and certainty in his voice. Then hung up. Richie knew how manipulative Denise could be. The last thing he needed or wanted was this woman interfering in his relationship with Harley.

Thursday morning, Richie woke at his normal time. Ava still sleeping, he took advantage of some down time before returning phone calls and beginning the days business. Grabbing his coffee and iPad, he sat outside, turned on some Jimi Hendrix and logged into his email.
Richie had an email from his publicist, marked "URGENT". When he opened it, he saw "Hey man, I've been trying to call you all night. Your lady ran into some trouble last night. Here is the couple of links I was able to find. Get ahold of me when you can to let me know what you want me to do.".
A frown instantly covered his face. Reluctantly, he clicked on the first link. The headline read "Who's Cheating Who?" and continued with "Richie Sambora is definately riding his own 'karma train' these days. Looks like he's being played by his country babe, Harley Stewart!". Richie groaned and stopped reading. Scrolling downward to see the pics. He saw a picture of Harley's hand in Brad's, looking like they were having a very intense talk. The other was them being escorted out the back door of the restaurant. Richie moved on to the next link. Reading "Harley Stewart Blindsided By Paparazzi During An Intimate Dinner With Brad Paisley! Where's Richie Sambora?". Slamming his iPad down, nearly shattering the screen, he flashed back to last nights conversation with her. Remembering her doing everything she could to distract him from they're dinner. Feeling pissed off now, because she kept something so big from him. He grabbed his phone and called her.

Harley was unable to tend to her horse today. When she tried to go outside she had camera's everywhere. She couldn't understand what the big hype was. Harley had called a friend to come tend to the barn. then called to have someone come out to give her an estimate on secured fencing for her property. Until that time a police car sat at the end of her driveway, making sure nobody approached her. Harley had begun to pack while waiting for the fence guy to complete his estimate. Harley's phone rang as she was picking out what dress to wear on Monday night. "Hey baby!" she answered happily and excited to hear from him so early in the day. Richie cut through the chase, "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. "Why didn't I tell you what?" she asked with a sinking feeling she knew what he was talking about. "Don't play with me, Harley. What happened last night? Cause what I'm seeing, I'm fuckin not liking, at all!". Harley didn't like the tone in his voice. "Don't use that tone with me, Richie! I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to upset you." she tried to explain. "you figured me finding out the way I did would make it hurt less?" he asked. "Baby, I'm sorry. I was just trying to handle it on my own. I really didn't want you to feel like you had to protect me, like a little girl or to have a burden on your shoulders because of me. It's part of the rock star territory, right?" she asked, completely confusing Richie. "What the hell are you talking about, Harley?" he yelled at her. Harley yelled back, "What are you talking about?" she asked. "I'm talking about you fucking Brad!" he said loudly. "WHAT?" she screamed. "What the fuck makes you think I'm doing THAT?" she asked. "It's all over the place. Your dinner with him. The two of you holding hands and him escorting you out of the place. How could you do that, than talk to me like that after?" he asked her, feeling crushed to pieces. "Richie, STOP! That's not what's happening! You knew we had dinner last night. Yes, he held my hand during the lecture I got from him about putting all my eggs in one basket. Him escorting me out of the restaurant was because I was attacked by press before dinner was ever ordered. Brad had to get me out of there and when he tried to take me home, there was press all over my lawn. He had to take me to his house and took me home an hour later on the back of a fuckin horse! THAT'S what happened!" she explained. Feeling very silly and foolish, considering he had been the victim of false press more times than he cared to remember. "So your not fucking him?" he asked. "NO! I'm NOT! I don't want to! There's only one man I want! ONE! YOU are all I can think about, Richie!" she assured him. "I feel like..." he paused, but Harley broke in with, "You feel like an asshole?". "YES! Can you forgive me?" there was silence on the phone for a minute. "Harley?" making him sweat it out a bit for yelling at her. "I can forgive you. Next time I'd appreciate you discussing it with me, instead of yelling and accusing me. Fair enough?" she asked, feeling like she wasn't asking for too much. "That's fair! There's just something about you that has me completely spun and not thinking rationally." he said. "So are you ok? Have they gone away?" he asked her. "I'm ok now. I was very shook up last night, until I talked to you. They are out by the road. I have a police car sitting out there." she said. "Baby, I'm so sorry! For everything! You need to tell me when shit like this happens. It's my nature to want to protect. If it gets to much for you, please tell me?" he asked her. "Too much for me? As in walk away from you? Never hear your voice, kiss your lips, or feel your touch? Because of paparazzi? Will never happen. But I do promise to talk to you about it, ok?" "Ok!" he said, when the fence guy came in. "Baby, I gotta go now, but I'll see you soon, right? Can't wait! Muah! Bye!" and she hung up.

The estimate to put a brick wall all the way around her home with security camera's would run $50,000. Thinking for a moment of how serious she felt about Richie and did she feel it would be worth such expense. She didn't need to think long, "Do it!" she said. Writing a check. She planned on being with Mr. Richie Sambora for a long time to come.