Chapter 38

Chapter 38

While Richie was in the shower, the two women sat down on the sofa and talked.
Mrs. Sambora wanted to know all about the girl who captured her son's heart. Richie
rarely brought ladies to meet his mom. Since Heather, she had only met Denise and she didn't
think very highly of her.

"Denise wasn't there for my son. She was there only for herself and my Richie deserves better." she said to Harley.

Feeling it best to keep her thoughts on that subject to herself, Harley nodded with a smile. Harley told her she lived in Nashville andhad a strong passion for horses.

"What do you do for a living, dear?" Mrs. Sambora asked.

"I'm a musician." she answered.

 "Like my Richie?" she asked. Harley smiled,

 "No, not quite like him. I don't play an instrument, but I'm a country singer and songwriter." she said.

"Are you famous?" she asked Harley.

 "Yes, she is very famous, Mom." Richie was walking into the room.

"Oh, well, I don't really listen to country music. How about children? Do you have any?" she asked her. Richie cut Harley off before she could answer.

"Ma! Enough already!"he said.

"No, it's ok, Richie." Harley said, looking back at Mrs. Sambora.

 "Unfortunately, I don't." Harley answered.

 "You say your 43, right? Have you ever married?" she asked. Richie was embarrassed at this point.

"Mom, really?" he asked, feeling Harley wouldn't want to get into the "Tim" story.

Harley reached for Richie's hand, as he sat on the coffee table across from them.

"Yes, I was married before. We were married for nearly 15 years. He passed away from lung
cancer 3 years ago. As for children, I've never been able to. We tried but nothing." Harley
explained to Mrs. Sambora.

"I'm so sorry. I feel I've pryed." she said with empathy in her eyes.

"No, not at all. Feel free to ask me anything, at anytime." Harley said, reassuring her.

"I don't know if Richie told you but I lost my husband to lung cancer. So we have a common bond,
honey." Mrs. Sambora said, grabbing Harley's free hand. Harley flashed her a smile. Richie
spoke up,

"She knows, Ma." he said.

Mrs. Sambora looked at her son thoughtfully,

"She's a good woman, Richie. She's been through hell. Be tender and loving to her." she instructed.

Harley's mind went to the activities that Mrs. S. interrupted, thinking of how he had fucked
her earlier, 'tender as a jackhammer'. Causing her cheeks to flush, with a giggle. Richie
was on the same thought. Harley's giggle made him want to lay her back down. Her giggles
drove him wild. Then he had an idea,

"Ma, how bout that nap? You must be tired?" he reminded her. Mrs. Sambora nodded,

"I could probably sleep till supper." she said.

"I'll take you to your room, Ma." he said.

"Have a good rest. It was lovely meeting you, Mrs.Sambora." Harley said, causing Richie to look at her with complete adoration. As his mom made her way out of the living room towards the first floor guest bedroom, Richie leaned in, pulling Harley close to him with his arm around her waist, whispering quickly in her ear,

"Go upstairs, now!" he ordered her, as he released her.

As quickly as he did that, her breathing quickened and a familiar ache began between her legs. Waiting until they were out of sight, she did as he requested.Sitting on the edge of the bed when he walked in,

"She settled?" Harley asked

He didn't answer. She stood when she saw the smoldering look in his eyes. Meeting him halfway
between the door and bed. Standing a foot apart, looking in each other's eyes. Richie brought
his index finger over his lips,

 "Quietly!" he said in a low and husky whisper. Instructing as he lingered in her eyes,

"Take em off."Harley was on fire with excitement, feeling her own wetness. Quickly, she undid her pants and slid them off.

"Panties too." he demanded.

Harley swallowed hard. Her fingers clasped her panties and pulled them down till they fell to the floor. Still holding his stare, Richie unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, pausing for a second before the zipper went down. Harley shuttered, as she felt if the wind blew too hard, she'd cum. Richie turned her around, pulling her up against him. His hands on her hips, he trailed small, light circles, as he reached her clit, rubbing softly. Harley moaned softly,

"Shhhhh, absolutely no noise. Or I will stop." he whispered in her ear."Control your breathing.", he ordered. Harley had no clue how to do this but she had to.

Richie began gliding his finger on her clit harder, causing a sharp intake of air.

Harley felt two could play this. Licking her fingers, she reached behind her, releasing his rock hard cock and pumped it with a firm grip. Causing Richie to suck in a breathe, through clenched teeth,
Harley let go, turned around and whispered in his ear,

"Control your breathing or I'll stop!"

Richie had enough play time. In one swoop, his arms went around her waist, lifting her up,

"Wrap your legs around me." he whispered.

Harley did as he asked, as he put her up against the wall. She was eye to eye with him, holding her in place with his chest pressed against her. Guiding himself as he thrust inside her with fierce force. Harley's mouth flew open with a gasp. At the same time, Richie's mouth covered hers. He was fucking her hard. Breaking free of the kiss, Harley wrapped her arms tight around his shoulder's, biting near his neck to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Feeling it build inside her with every thrust of his hardness inside her.

"Oh God! Fuck me!" she whispered.

Thinking to herself, 'fuck, I spoke! He told me not to speak or he'll stop!'. Richie didn't stop. He was over the edge himself. Lowering her slightly, she thought he was going to hold true to his promise and stop.

 "No, please don't stop!" she cried. His lips crashed down over hers. Harley soon realized, he lowered her, to allow him to fuck her deeper.

Two mind blowing thrusts sent her into a hard orgasm. Controlling herself was more than she could do. Richie brought his hand up to cover her mouth. With another deep pump inside her, his body jerked hard and froze. His face twisted in what looked like agony but was pure pleasure. He did well at maintaining his breathing and noise. It was his face that told the story.  Letting go of her mouth, he walked them over the the bed and lay down with her, covering them with a throw blanket, from the foot of the bed. Holding her close to him,

"I'm sorry, Ms. Stewart. I may not have been very tender with you." he said with a grin.

"Tender as a jackhammer, Mr. Sambora! I love your idea of tenderness." she said, smiling. She kissed him softly and drifted into a post orgasmic coma.

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Chapter 37

Harley falls to the floor, gasping for air and covered in sweat.

 "Better get it out of our system now. Tomorrow we have to be good kids." she said, breathlessly. Richie broke into a deep, throaty laugh.

"You think because Ava and my Mom are here, I'm not gonna fuck you?" He said laughing louder. Harley didn't get what was so funny, but hearing him laugh like that made her follow along.

"Baby! It's not gonna be over. We're just gonna have to keep it down a bit.Your sweet innocence amazes me." he said

. "Amazes you how?" she asked. They're breathing had steadied.

"It amazes me, because you have so much of it. Purity and sweetness but at the same time, you fuck me like your possessed. Goddamn, it's so good!" he said, rubbing the sweat from his face, with his hands.

Harley rolled to lay on top of him, taking his arms and pinning them over his head, "You
haven't seen anything yet, Mister!" she said.

Separating his lips with her tongue. Her nipplesbrushing lightly against his dark, muscular chest. Richie broke his hands free of her grip and wrapped his arms around her, rolling Harley onto her back. Harley automatically opened her legs for him to enter her. She wanted more of him. Richie felt so good inside her. Richie propped himself up on his elbows,

"Your insatiable!" he said. Running her hands over his sexy pecs,

"Is there a problem with that?" she asked, managing to muster all the innocence she could find.

"Depends on how you look at it. I love it, my only concern is I'm 53 not 23. I can't keep up with you." he said.

"Then we will take breaks. Do other things till you can." she said.

"Other things?"he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harley pulled him down hard on her, covering his lips passionatelywith hers. The kiss was very deep and slow. Harley slowly pulled back and traced his lower lip with her index finger, sliding it inside his mouth.

"Yes, other things. You have an amazing mouth." she said. A devilish grin came across his lips,

 "Would you like me to use it, baby? I'm pretty orally skilled." he said. Harley was no longer in the here and now. She was in a breathless, fury of passion and want. Harley nodded but never took her eyes off his lips. Richie licked them deliberately, causing Harley to release a moan.

"Please?" she begged.

Richie trailed her neck and chest with soft kisses, stopping to show each nipple some love.
Squeezing, licking, and biting each one. Harley balled her hands in his hair.

 "Oh God!" she cried out.

Richie licked and sucked her heaving belly. His hands caressed each side of her.Harley began twisting her body from side to side. He reached her mound of love, kissing her and taking his hands, he opened her up. Closing his eyes as he went for a deep kiss on her clit.Harley's back arched,

"Ahhhh", she yelled out. Richie had perfect rhythm.

 He was consistent and not too fast ort hard. Harley's hips were moving with him. Her hand twisted in his hair.Off in the distance, Richie could here his phone ringing, but he didn't stop. Harley was oblivious
to anything around her. Richie loved watching her lose herself in him.

'Fuck', he thought, the damn phone was ringing again. It was pissing him off. Richie knew how to make her cumright this second, if he needed to, but he didn't want to rush it.  He told himself to put it out of
his mind, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Whoever was there was obnoxious and now the phone
was ringing again. Harley was still lost in all her desires. Thinking for a moment, wondering,
Should I stop and answer the door or should I make her cum first. He chose the latter option.
Richie took his hand off her hips and slid two finger's inside her. Increasing the pressure of his
tongue and caressing her G-spot. Harley was thrown into an immediate orgasm. Coming down
she heard the doorbell and phone.

"Shit! Some one's here!" she said. Richie laughed,

 "They've been at the door for awhile baby. Go upstairs and I'll answer it." he said, helping her to stand,
then pulling on his swim trunks. Harley was a little unsteady yet, but made it upstairs.Richie wiped his face and flung the door open.

"What the fuck?" he yelled.

 Much to his surprise standing there was a man and his Mom.

"Mom! Your not supposed to be here till tomorrow!" He said, looking at the driver and taking the bag he was holding.

"I got her. Thank you." he said.Mrs. Sambora walked inside,

"Richie, I really don't like it when you use language like that." she said.

"I'm sorry, Mom." he said as he gave her a hug. "You smell like sweat, Richie. Please,
go put a shirt on. I thought I would surprise you by coming a day early." she said.

 "Yousurprised me alright, Mom. Sit down. Are you OK? Do you need a nap or something?" he asked.

 "I'm tired, dear, but I want to meet your girl before I lay down. Where is she?" Mrs. Sambora
was delighted that her son was in love.

 "Ah, well, she's upstairs, Ma. I'll go get her, but please,sit down here." he said, walking her to the sofa.

Richie walked into the bedroom and fell back onto the bed,

 "Fuck" he said with his hands over his face, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he said out loud, as Harley was walking into the room. "

What's wrong,love?" she asked, while unwrapping her towel and drying herself.

"My Mom is here!" he said looking at her.

"Oh my God! Was she outside the door the entire time?" she asked, scaredand horrified that she had heard everything.

 "Yep! But don't worry, darlin', whatever she heardwas chased away with my 'What the fuck?' as I opened the door."

"Well I feel better." Harley laughed.

"She wants to meet you before her nap." he said, standing up and hugging her naked body.

 "I just need to get dressed, baby." she said.

"I'm so sorry,sweetheart. We can still play and have fun, just discreetly, OK?" he said, feeling bad.

"I'm not worried about it, my sweet man. Now let me get dressed. I don't want to keep her
waiting." she assured him by touching his face softly.

 "I love you" he said.

"I love you too." she said with a smile but her insides were doing back flips. "I wish I had time
for a shower. I smell like sex." he said.

"You do! Take me down and introduce me, then leave us for a shower." she said.

"Your too good for me." he said as they made they're way down the hall.

"And here I thought you were too good for me." she said, smiling at him and squeezing
his hand tightly. Richie pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the top of it.

Reaching the living room, he said. "Mom, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Miss Harley Stewart. Harley,
this is my Mother, Mrs. Joan Sambora." introducing them. Mrs. Sambora stood and Harley
put her hand out to shake hers. Mrs. Sambora shook her head,

"No dear. I want a hug. You've brought happiness to my son's life and I'd like to thank you for it properly. Would that be alright?" she asked.  Harley smiled and blushed, gently hugging Richie's Mom.

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Chapter 36

After what was to be the most romantic bath in history of man, or at least in Harley's history, Richie
and Harley dressed in they're bathing suits and headed out for the pool, to catch the day's sun.
Harley felt now was as good a time as any to talk to Richie about the CMT awards.
While sitting in the duo chaise lounge chair, holding hands, Harley looked to see if she could read his
mood. He looked so at peace today. Not one ounce of stress to be seen. Hoping she had something
to do with that.

 "Rich, I need to talk to you about something, is that ok?" she asked. He opened his
eyes and turned to look at her,

"Of course it's ok. You don't have to ask, Harley.".  Harley flashed a
soft and sweet smile to him.

 "The other day I got a call from my agent. She said CMT wants me to do a tribute for Tim at the awards show next month, it's the anniversary of his passing." she said.

"Tribute? What kind of tribute?" he asked.

 "A duet. They want to play a video of Tim singing in the background with me singing in front." she said, searching his eyes for some emotion but got nothing.

"Sounds pretty cool, baby!" he said.

 "Yeah?" she asked.

 "Yeah! I guess I'm not sure exactly what it is your looking to me for." he said confused. She turned her whole body to face him, folding her legs.

"I just feel like maybe I should check in with you. I mean, Richie, we are starting something new here
and they are asking me to go back and relive something so personal. I'm not sure how I feel about it.
So I thought maybe I should see how you would feel about it first." Harley tried her best to explain
herself.

"Darlin', I'm ok with it. He was part of your life for a very long time. If he were still here,
you'd still be with him and I'm sure you miss him a lot. What we have is something completely
different and seperate from that life. I think you should still embrace where you came from. Don't
worry about me. I'll be right there to support you and hold you after. It's going to affect you. I think
more than you may realize, but I think it needs to be done." he told her. Harley nodded as if to say
she understood.

 "Thank you for talking to me about it. I just needed to be sure that we would be ok."she said.

 "We are more than ok." he said, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Harley leaned forward
and kissed Richie lightly on the lips, "Come on, baby. Lay here with me for a bit. I need some sun
before tomorrow." he said.

Richie dozed off on the lounger, but Harley was not able to fall asleep. She sat and listened to him
breathe for some time. He really was such an exquisite man. She just couldn't get enough of him and
hoped he felt the same of her. Harley found ways to keep herself busy, while he lay sleeping. She
went for a nice swim and after drying off, she went inside and walked around his house. Harley found
a huge room, that was full of his guitars. It was beautiful. The walls of that room were lined with his
Gold and Platinum albums from Bon Jovi, that he had earned over the years. At that moment Harley
had a strong sense of pride in her man. Although she knew that she had little to do with it, but to
simply be able to call HIM, "her man" was all she needed. Taking the rest of her time alone to get
showered and do her makeup and hair before he woke. Back downstairs, Harley began to look
through his big CD collection. She was a big music lover and collector, but had not seen anything
like this before. Out of nowhere, a warmth encompassed her body. Richie had woken up and came
to find her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Burying his face in her neck, kissing her
lightly,

 "I've been thinking." he said softly in her ear.

 "Looked to me more like sleeping" she said, not wanting him to stop.

 "Nah! Just resting my eyes." he said, nibbling on her ear lob.

"Mmmm, what were you thinking?" she asked.

 "I think I should be with you at the CMT's. In case you need me." he explained. Harley grinned,

 "I would like that." she said, as she turned to face him.

"I think it would also make a statement. One that says your looking forward in life but are still able to cherish the love of your past." he said as he pressed his forehead against her's. Pulling back to really look at
her and noticing she had fixed herself up.

"You look stunning, darlin'!" he said, letting out a little groan. Again, Harley could not hide the smile. He had that way of making her feel like the only woman in the world, but made her feel like a million dollars when he complimented her.

"I absolutely love when you blush. You look so vulnerable." he said, pulling her chin up to face him.

Richie couldn't help himself, he needed to taste her lips on his, to feel her tongue dance with his. His kiss
was like liquid fire burning her insides. The room began to spin and Harley's knee's grew weak.
Holding onto him tight, she hoped he couldn't feel her unsteadiness, but he did. Richie put his arms
around her waiste and carried her to the couch, where they crashed down on it, side by side.
Caressing each other's body's. There was no question to either of them, as to how they would spend
the next couple of hours. Taking each other with a wanton desire and need.

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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.

Chapter 33

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.

Chapter 32

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.