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.

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Later that night, Harley still couldn't get into her driveway. Brad sattled one of his horses and rode her home through the back. Thinking now she would have to have her house gated. Making sure not to turn on any lights around the front of the house. Harley called the local police department and let them know of the intrusion on her property.

Harley ran herself a hot bath, lit some candles, turned off the lights. She sank down inside the hot water and let it encompass her body. Washing the day away, with candles burning next to the tub. Before getting in she couldn't help but put Stranger In This Town on to feel closer to him. She closed her eyes and pictured his sweet face. She debated on telling him about what had happened, knowing he would be less than happy. She decided to leave it out. Harley finished bathing, but just didn't want to get out, till she heard her phone ringing. Quickly grabbing a towel and running to the phone, it was Richie. He knew she had dinner with Brad tonight. He wasn't about to show it, but there was a slight sting of jealousy. Brad was his friend and hers and he knew he had to put trust in them both. Harley answered "Hey!". "Hey?" he asked. "Yeah! Sorry, was running to grab the phone. Hang on, baby." she put the phone down and wrapped a towel around her, put slippers on, grabbed the phone and headed to the enclosed balcony for a cool breeze.  "Ok, let's start again. Hi!" she said as she sat in her wicker chase chair. "What was that all about?" he asked. "That was about me being in a hot tub. when I heard the phone ring." she explained, "and I didn't want to miss your call." He smiled, "How was your dinner, gorgeous?" he asked. "It was ok. How was your day?" she asked, but Richie was stuck on the first part of what she said. "Just ok? Why only ok?". She took a deep breath, "I guess because I got the first, second, and third degree and I rather bored from it." she said. "Why did you get that? Talk to me, darlin'." he wanted to hear all about it. Another long, tired, and deep sigh escaped her, this time loud enough for Richie to hear. "I really would much rather talk about other things and forget about this night, please, baby?". He wasn't going to let it go, "It was about me, wasn't it? That's why you don't want to talk about it." he said. "No! I don't wanna talk about it cause, I'm sitting here, near naked on the phone with a very sexy man and could think of something far more exciting and hot to be doing." "OH! Well in that case we can touch on that subject later. Near naked? What are you wearing?" he asked. His voice changing to a deep, sexy voice that turned her on. "I have a towel on, but..." she paused as she undid the towel and opened it, letting the breeze touch every part of her skin. "I just took it off and now I'm sitting outside on my balcony, naked, wishing you were here.". Richie let out a moan, to show his happiness to hear that. "I wish I were there too. The very thought has made my jeans very tight." he said. "Mmmmm, so what can we do about all of this? So far away from each other?". Richie loved the way this woman thought. "Maybe I should ask if your alone or at least where you can play?" she asked him. "Oh, I can play,  honey! How far are we taking this play time, baby?". Harley giggled, "How's all the way sound to you?" she said seductively. "I love the way that sounds. So I take it that it's dark there?" he asked. "Yes, it is. Full moon shining down. Very hot and very humid. It feels so good letting the air dry my body."
"Oh baby! Take your right hand and touch your breasts." he instructed her. The very thought got him even harder. Harley did as she was told. "I think I need to wet my finger. It feels to dry and rough on my nipple. Any suggestions as to how I should wet it?" she asked. "I can think of a few ways" he told her. "But we will start with you putting your finger in your mouth.". Harley wanted to take it a step further, "I'll do as you ask, my Master!" With those words, Richie had to sit down. His knee's got weak. Richie could hear sucking sounds through the phone. His dick was as hard as it could get. She was so erotic and he was really enjoying this but wished he was with her, so he could show her just how much of her "Master" he was. "I'm pretending my finger is your cock in my mouth. I wish you could feel this, baby! Undo your pants, now!" she ordered him. "I thought I was the Master here?" he said. "Richie, just take your cock out and touch it for me, please!"  he let out a grunt, as he leaned back on his couch, beginning to unbutton his jeans. "Tell me what your doing." she begged. "My curious girl, I'm unzipping my jeans and pulling my cock out for you." he told her. "Is it hard?" she asked him. "Very, it couldn't get any harder. Tell me what your doing?" he returned the question. "Playing with my nipples. Fighting the urge to fuck myself, right now. I want you so bad. So deep inside me." Richie's breathing quickened a bit. "Fuck yourself, now! Rub your clit and imagine my tongue all over it and inside you. Thrusting in and out, tasting your wetness." Harley did as he asked. She slid her fingers in and gasped. She was picturing exactly what he told her to. Richie was lost deep in his own fantasy of her. Both forgetting to speak any further. All the other could hear was heavy breathing and intense moaning. Harley broke first, "Stroke it hard and fast baby! Damn, I wanna see you pleasure yourself." she told him. He was stroking and slamming his cock so hard and fast. He was throbbing and cried out "I'm cumming baby! Cum with me now!" Harley puled her fingers from inside her and began rubbing her clit again. "Wait for me! Oh Yeah! I'm, ahhhhh, I'm cumming baby!" All Harley could hear were grunts, moans, and deep heavy breathing. Richie came all over his stomach. He layed his head back and took a deep breath, "Ya know? I'm starting to feel like your using my body for sex!" he said jokingly. Not realizing Harley can play just as good as he could. "That's because I am! What else would I want from your body?" she said. "Your a bad girl!" he told her as he cleaned his stomach with a tissue. "But I have to say, I love it!" "What exactly do you love about it?" she asked. "Well, I love your passion, your sex drive, and that you find me sexy." he explained. "Oh Richie, I find you to be the sexiest! That's why my sex drive is so high. I can't get enough of you." she said, stroking his ego. "Maybe we should be careful, baby." he said. "Careful? Of what? Why?" she asked, wondering what he was getting at. "This is your second relationship, EVER. So I know you don't know this, but I've been around a bit, baby and sometimes focusing so much on sex in the beginning is bad for the relationship." he explained. "Bad? How?" wanting to know more. "Because eventually sex dies down and the couple is not able to relate or have a firm foundation." he said. Harley laughed, "What's so funny?" he asked. "If you think I'm ever gonna stop having sex with you, guess again, buddy!" still laughing. "What about" he paused, "What about when I'm too old to have sex? And with you being ten years younger, that could be a problem.". "Seriously?" she asked without laughter. "Richie, that's a long time from now. If we make it to that point, I think it will be safe to say, we got through it. When that time comes, I'll have one of two choices." she waited for his response. "Choices? Which would be?" he asked, eager for her answer. "Choice one, curl up to you and hold you every night, forever." she said. "Choice two?" he asked. "Choice two, since I'm still young and eager. I could masterbate in front of your nightly, completely torturing you!" she said laughing again, with a twisted evil sound. "Oh that would be torture! I may not be able to get it up anymore but I'd love the view. Not to mention, my oral abilities would still work, honey!"  he said laughing. "See?" she said, "Where there's a will, there's a way. We would be just fine." she answered him. "I can't wait to see you." he said. "Me too, babe. I wanna hold your hand, again." she said, making Richie smile. "Talk soon, sweetie." he said to her. "Ok, goodnight.". "Goodnight, darlin'." After hanging up they both wondered why they didn't say 'I love you'. Nearly at the same time they both sent a text to each other, saying those exact words. Making the other smile. After a few minutes, Harley realized Friday was in less than two days and she had a ton of packing to do. But at this very moment, she was beyond exhausted and decided to put it all off till tomorrow. She climbed into bed and with thoughts of Richie, she drifted into a deep sleep.

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Time...just didn't seem like it was moving fast enough for Harley or Richie. They just wanted to be together. Harley did things to keep her busy, so time would pass. It was Wednesday night and she had dinner plans with her dear friend, Brad Paisley. There was a restaurant in Nashville, Paul's Chophouse, that Brad was contemplating on buying. Very elegant and he wanted Harley to check it out.

Brad picked her up at 7pm, keeping conversation light until they were seated. Being seated right in the front window. Harley didn't give it any thought, as she had been able to roam around her hometown with little fame problems. Occasionally, the two of them would get a few fans wanting autographs and that never bothered the two of them. They ordered they're drinks and Brad began to order them wine, when Harley stopped him, "I'll just have iced tea with lemon, please."  Brad looked at her shocked. "Since when do you pass up a great bottle of wine?" he asked. "I just don't want any this time." she answered defensively. But Brad wasn't stupid, he began putting the puzzle together in his head. "So, how's things with Sambora?". As soon as she heard "Sambora" her face lit up with an amazing smile. "Good!" she said. "Good?" he asked. "That's it? Good? With the way your face is glowing, I'd say it was far better than 'Good'!" Harley laughed, "That obvious?" she asked. "Extremely! Richie would have been pleased to see your reaction."
"He invited me back this weekend, to meet his Mom and daughter. I'll be going with him to the Golden Heart Awards on Monday." Brad's eyebrows went up. "Meeting the fam already? How do you feel about that? I mean you've only had one weekend with him and that was really only one day!" Brad tried to keep his cool about it, but it was difficult. He really didn't want to see her put all her eggs in one basket on her first time out dating. "I'm scared to death! But I'm utterly crazy about him! So I'll do it!" Brad sat forward in his chair and took her hand and she knew this was turning into a very serious talk. "Honey, I know your lonely and I know you miss Tim and desperately want that kind of love and relationship again. But maybe Richie sin't "that" guy." he said. She began to shake her head and started to pull her hand away from his, but he held it tighter. "Just stop and listen to me for a minute, ok?" he asked of her. "Ok, I'm listening, but it's not gonna change anything, Brad!" she informed him.
"Richie has been through so much with his divorce and his dad dying. It's hardened him a bit. Not to mention he has a very big reputation for being a ladies man. All I'm saying is just play the field. Your putting all your eggs in one basket with this one and he may be enthralled with you now, but with him, that could change in a flash. I just don't want to see you hurt in any way. Do you get what I'm saying to you at all, Harley?" Harley understood completely. Brad's warning wasn't anything she hadn't thought of herself. She explained that to Brad. Letting him know that she is fully aware of Richie's past and she wasn't doing anything unguarded. "It just feels good and right at this moment. So please, Brad, relax and let me do this without a constant lecture or chastising me. Please?" Brad nodded and let go of her hand, "Agreed!" he said. "Thank you!" she said. Then going on to tell of her sushi experience, which made Brad laugh. She just wanted Brad to understand that she wasn't jumping into this because she was lonely or trying to replace Tim. She was truly happy and Richie was a wonderful man.

As they were about to place their order, several flashes of camera's started going off in the window. Brad stood up and looked out the window. It was a pure paparazzi fest outside. One of them managed to get inside the restaurant and started yelling at Harley, "Where's Richie tonight, Harley? Are you dating Brad too?". Brad quickly grabbed Harley out of her seat, knowing he had to get her out of there as soon as he could. The manager took them through the kitchen and had a car pull up at the back door to drive them quickly away. Breathless and near tears, as Harley wasn't used to this sort of thing. Brad looked at her, "Are you ok?". Harley nodded and Brad continued, "Honey, this is what your going to go through with him. Are you prepared for this?" A tear streamed down her face, "Yeah, I guess I'll have to be more careful from now on. It will be ok." she tried to reassure him.
"But will YOU be ok?" he asked. "Yes! I just need to call him." When they got to Harley's house, she wasn't able to get into her yard, as there were so many reporters and paparazzi there. They both went to Brad's. He took her inside and got her a drink, "I guess you are staying here for awhile tonight." he told her. "That's fine. They will leave soon." Harley covered with a blanket on the couch and drank her soda. Trying to stop shaking. She couldn't help but wonder if Richie knew this was happening. Should she call him? Not wanting to seem like a little girl who couldn't handle what would come with this, she opted to not call him and wait it out. She never wanted him more.

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Harley arrived home and began to unpack, after texting Richie, letting him know she was home safely. She was gone only a day, but it felt like a lifetime. She loved the country life. Harley enjoyed being with Richie, but his back yard was so different from hers. Yes, she had a big home but she had grass and fields. A porch that wrapped around her entire home. It was home and everything that made her feel whole. There was something about Richie's arms and being held by them, that made leaving her sanctuary worth while.

Later that evening Richie called her and told Harley how well it went, telling Ava about her. She was relieved to hear that. Richie informed her "not only is she a fan of yours, she told me I better always be nice to you". Harley couldn't help but laugh, "I like her way of thinkin!" she said. "I thought you might!" he said. "So now what?" she asked, hoping he would have all the answers she was looking for. "Your coming to my man of the year thing, right?" he asked. "Oh! Yeah! Sorry, forgot. Who's all going and what should I wear?" she asked. Richie let her know that it would be him, Ava, and his Mom. Adding, "just be elegant, like you are everyday, baby!". Harley laughed again, "So I'm meeting the entire Sambora family on our second date? No pressure there, Rich!" being slightly sarcastic.
"Baby, it will be alright! I promise you that." he tried reassuring her. She swallowed hard, "I'm sure it will. Richie, I have to go now. I have some things to do." she said. "Seriously, it's 9pm here! Where are you? What do you have to do?" he asked, feeling her apprehension. "Harley, did I do something wrong? Talk to me, please?" he asked, not wanting her to shut down on him. "No, you didn't do anything bad, Rich. I'm just overwhelmed and to be honest, I have that scared feeling in the pit of my stomach, again. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be feeling or thinking." she explained as best as she could. "Ok, let me help you, darlin'." he said. "Ok, I would like it if you could."
"Your scared, right?"
"Yes!" His voice got quiet, "Close your eyes" he said softly. She did as he asked, very much liking the tone in his voice. "Ok, closed." she said. "Think of Saturday night. Dancing in my arms, soft kisses, the way it felt touching each others bodies." Harley couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Think of my eyes looking into yours, darlin'" Richie also had his eyes closed and loved that he could almost feel her. "Richie, stop! Your killing me!" she said, nearly whining.
"Why and how am I killing you?" he asked, still in his low sexy voice. "Cause your making me want to be back there with you. Your making me want you more!" she explained. "Are you still scared or are you somewhat soothed?" he asked. "I'll see you Sunday!" she said. "Come before Sunday? Come Friday and stay all weekend. That way we have some alone time before Mom and Ava get home Sunday.". Harley smiled "I love that idea. I'll book the flight in the morning."
"No baby, I'll have Dee make all the arrangements this time." he said. "Ok, baby! Richie?" she asked.
"Yes, darlin'?". "Nothing, honey. Thank you for calming me. Even though you stirred me up all at the same time." she said. "Gnite my Richie."
"Your welcome, baby. I'm pretty stirred myself. Goodnight, honey." he said.

After hanging up, Harley felt all excited about seeing him Friday. She just wished she could pull a Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and click her heals and she would be landing in LA, Friday afternoon. She just wanted to kiss his lips and feel his hands on her. She forgot what anticipation and desire was when you were falling in love.

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Harley left just in time. Heather called and was pulling up with Ava. "Hi Daddy! Miss me?" she asked, giving him a hug. "You know it, sweetheart!" he answered. "Take your stuff upstairs, please. I have to talk to Mom." he said to her. Ava did as he asked after she kissed and hugged her Mom bye.

Heather looked at Richie, "What's up?"
"I just wanted you to know I'm going to be having a talk with Ava tonight." he informed her. "About?" she asked. "I'm seeing someone and it's taking somewhat of a serious turn. It's time I tell her and they meet." he said. "Serious huh? How serious, Rich?" she inquired, feeling a tinge of jealousy, but still cocky, knowing he'd never love anyone the way he did her. "I'm in love!" shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. His hands in the air. "I haven't felt this in a very long time. I'm kinda blown away. I can't fuck this up." he said. "Who is she? If you don't mind me asking?" she wanted to know who she was, so she could size her up. "Your gonna laugh, Heth. Harley Stewart!" he said. Her eyes lit up with a smile on her face, "She's beautiful, Rich. She feel the same about you?" He nodded, "Yep!" he sighed. "She just left here 5 minutes before you called."
"She lives in LA?" Heather asked. "No, Nashville. She's on her way to the airport now." Heather nodded, understanding. "Think I'm gonna marry her!" he said and Heather felt the sting in her cheeks.
"Marry her?" she asked with disbelief. "Yeah! I mean not right now, but I feel a certain comfort with her that I haven't felt since you. I hope there isn't a problem with that?" he half heartedly asked. "Nope! Very surprised is all." softening to the idea a bit. "I understand. Imagine my surprise. Never thought I'd want to do that again." he said. "Good luck, Richie. I really just want you to be happy. You deserve that. You were a good husband." she said as she gave him a small hug. "Thanks Heth! Means a lot." he was happy that after all this time, she could say that to him. "Good luck with telling Ava. I think she will be ok." she told him as she headed out the door. "If you need reinforcement, call me, ok?"

Richie turned and headed back into the living room relieved that Heather would help him if needed. Sitting on the couch and smiling at what happened on it earlier that morning. "Hey, Ava?" he yelled.
From the distance he heard, "What?" yelled back down. Richie hated that. "COME HERE, PLEASE!" he yelled back. Richie's Mom and Dad taught him that you come running when called. He picked and chose his battles carefully with Ava. That wasn't really one worth having. "What's up?" Ava said running into the room. "Sit down, honey." he instructed, pointing to the chair accross the couch coffee table. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked. "I don't know, Ava, did you?" he questioned. "No, Daddy! So what's with the sit down?". Richie studdered a bit, searching for the right words. "Um, well" he didn't really know how to put it out there. "Spill it Pops!" she said laughing. Richie frowned and threw a couch pillow at her, which made him laugh. He loved Ava so much, he wanted her approval and acceptance. "I'm seeing someone, sweetheart." he just blurted it out. "Ok!" she said. "I think it's going to be very serious and I would like you to meet her. I've invited her to attend the award thingy with us." Ava raised her eyebrows, "What's her name?" she asked. "Harley" he said. "Question 2...How old is she?" Richie chuckled, "42" he answered. "Question 3...Kids?". Richie shook his head, "I'll answer any question you have, honey. None, she has no children." he said smiling at her, loving her curiousity and frankness. "Harley? What kind of name is that? Is she a biker chick, Dad?". Richie let out a loud laugh. "No, honey! She is a country singer. Not a biker chick!" he told her. "HARLEY STEWART, Dad?" Richie nodded, "The one and only!"
"Oh My GAWD!" She yelled. "That's super cool, daddy! I can't wait to meet her! I'm a big fan!" Ava informed him of something new. "Does she like you a lot too? Ya know her husband died, right?" she asked. "Yeah, she really likes me. I know about Tim. It's very sad." he told her. "Be nice to her, daddy! She may be fragile." Ava thought to give him advice. Richie found that to be extremely sweet. "I love you, sweetheart! Thanks for the advice. I promise to always be nice to her." he assured her.
"Cool! Can I go back upstairs now? Charlie is waiting for me to call her." she asked, really wanting to be done talking about this. "Go on!" he said as Ava jumped up heading upstairs. "Hey?" Ava stopped, "What?" she asked impatient. "Any homework?" he asked. "No!" she ran upstairs.

Ava was turning into a beautiful teenager. Her attitude was all teenager, but once in a while a very adult thing comes out of her mouth.

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

That night Harley dreamt, but she wasn't so sure it was a sweet dream. It began sweet, with her and Richie making love, but when she turned her head, Tim was there. Standing and watching her let Richie fuck her. She pushed Richie off her and told Tim she was so sorry. He asked her if she loved Richie. With tears, she said she believed she did, but that she would love him forever. Tim told her to be happy. Then he was gone, when she turned around, Richie was asleep. Almost like a dream, inside a dream. It was enough to wake her. Looking around the room, searching for any sign of Tim. Feeling guilty for wishing he was still there. Once she realized it was a dream, she turned to Richie and put her head on his chest. "I love you!" she said to him quietly. He was sleeping, but he heard her. Bringing his arms around her and holding her tight. She fell back to sleep.

Richie woke at a staggering 7 am. He was generally an early riser. Believing that the early bird always catches the worm. He snuck out of bed, trying not to wake her. Pouring himself some coffee, he went out by the pool to drink his coffee and check his Twitter. While reading his tweets, it hit him. She said 'I love you!'. Putting his iPad down, he replayed what he could remember in his mind. He remembered her laying her head down on his chest andher sweet words. What brought that on? Was she talking in her sleep? He would have to ask her. If she did say it, was he ready to go all in and say it back? He knew he told her he was falling in love but that is different than being all the way there. Richie wanted to go up there and wake her up. But he refrained. She needed her rest. Little did he know, she rolled over to curl up against him and he wasn't there. Harley go tup and brushed her teeth and headed down to find him.

He looked up and saw her in the door. He put everything down and walked over to her. She was pouting. He smiled, rubbed her arms, kissed her and asked "why the pouty lip, baby?" "I rolled over and you weren't there!" she said in a near whine. He pulled her in for a sweet good morning hug. "Did you sleep alright?" he asked, figuring it could be an open to discuss the 'I love you'. He didn't want to leave it unaddressed. "I did! Only woke once." pulling back, he looked at her, "yeah? would that be when you put your head on my chest?". She nodded, feeling a bit embarassed for what she had said. She thought he was asleep and didn't hear her. "Is there coffee?" Richie took her hand and walked her to the kitchen. Pulled downa  mug for her. She made herself a cup, when she looked up he was looking at her. "What?" she asked. "Did you mean it?" he asked, holding her gaze. "I mean everything I say, Rich. If I don't mean it, I don't say it." she explained, knowing what was coming. "you don't have to make a big deal out of it. I had a very bizarre dream and it left me feeling vulnerable and emotional. So my feelings came out." she said. Starting to walk past him, with her coffee, to where he was sitting outside. But he grabbed her and stopped her. Took her coffee and put it on the counter. richie lifted her onto the stool. Standing between her legs, "tell me about the dream" he said. "I don't want to. It's no big deal, babe." she said. "It left you feeling that way, it's a big deal to me, please, tell me?" he asked again. She took in a deep breath and sighed. "Fine" she agreed.

Harley told him about Tim coming to see her while they were having sex. But told him it wasn't just sex, taht he was making love to her, slowly. The expression on Richie's face only changed when she said she pushed him off her, to talk to Tim. Harley chose to not address the change of expression, but to continue on with Tim asking her if she loved him. At that point his face softened. He let her finish explaining that when she woke, those words had to be said. Richie took her face in his hands, I've never said this or felt this so fast before. It scares the shit out of me. But then I see your face, feel your touch, or hear your voice and I know it's right. I love you too. I want to know everything about you. I want to share everything about me with you." he said as tears flowed down her cheeks and he wiped one away with his thumb, the other, he kissed away softly. As he kissed the tear, she repeated "I love you". His lips found hers and their tongues couldn't wait to caress each others. Enough time had passed and Richie got hard as hell, touching her. His hands went down to her waist and slid her pants free. Harley couldn't pull his sweat pants down fast enough. She wanted him inside her and he needed to be inside her.

Pulling her to the edge of the chair, they're lips making sucking sounds and filling the air with moans of passion. They attacked each other's necks and ears. She felt him go inside her. She gasped as did Richie. "You feel so good, baby!" he told her. "I can't , can't get enough of you!" she responded, breathlessly. He thrust into her. Her legs wrapped around him, he picked her up and carried her to the sofa. Laying her down, sliding his hot shaft in and out, at a slow but steady pace. He wanted her shirt off. Trying to unbutton it, but she couldn't. He stopped, grabbed the shirt and tore it open. "Oh yeah" she said as he took a mouthful of her breast in his mouth. He started thrusting into her again., harder and deeper. Harley had exploded with a raging orgasm. Richie lifted her legs and pumped. You could hear him slap against her. He was lasting longer this time. She was still tight but he gained his endurance and stamina back. The new position sent Harley into another explosive wave. Back arched, yelling "Oh Richie, don't stop!" The second one was too much for him. He slammed his hot cum into her. She loved the face he made while fuckingher. Very much like watching him play guitar. He fell down on her, kissing her.

"I don't wanna leave." she confessed. "I want this everyday of my life."
"I have to tell Ava first, baby. Then you can come back, forever if you want." he said. "We really need to give her time to get used to me, before I just show up and stay." she said. Richie nodded, "I agree! I'm just gonna miss you so much", kissing her one last time before getting up.

Harley drank her coffee with Richie. Talking, laughing, planning when they may see each other again. Richie would be heading to Jon's in New Jersey to begin recording the new Bon Jovi album. Harley would begin writting her next album. "Hey, I'm being honored next week for my work with The Midnight Mission. You should come be my date." he suggested. Really hoping she would. "Is that going to give you time to tell Ava?" she asked. "I'm going to tell her tonight!" he answered. Harley smiled, "yes, I'll be your date." Looking at the time, she frowned. It was already time for her to pack and get her shower. Time just seemed to fly with Richie. Why couldn't it stay last night forever?

It was time for Harley to go. She knew she had to play it cool. There would be a lot of leaving each other for work. It's best to not make it weird or difficult for him. Richie felt it best to have a car pick her up and take her to the airport. The driver loaded the car and waited for her to finish saying her goodbye's. "I had a wonderful time, Rich." she said. "Me too, darlin'!" he said, softly kissing her.l She found she actually had to fight back a few tears. Hugging him and absorbing his smell, taste, and feel, so she could take it home with her. "See ya next week, gorgeous." he said. "Bye, baby." one final kiss. She turned and walked to the car. Harley blew Richie a farewell kiss, he blew one back. Getting into the car, she headed home to Nashville.

Both feeling sadness to say goodbye to each other, yet knowing they had to be careful. Moving too fast in a relationship could kill it. They had moved pretty fast as it was. They were in love, but still had so much to learn about each other.

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Richie walked into the pool first. "Is it cold?" she asked. "Nope" he answered, "it's heated, honey. Come on!" as he went under the water. She felt better knowing that and walked right in. The water was cooling on her hot skin. The candles in the pool had long since burned out. richie began throwing them on the side of the pool. As he was doing that Harley came up from behind him and wrapped her arms and legs around him, hugging his back and sprinkled him with soft kisses. She let him go long enough for him to turn around. He swirled her around in the water, stopping only to kiss her sweet lips. "Baby?" he said wanting to ask her a question. "hmmm?" "What was your marriage like?" he asked. Harley pulled away from him and headed towards the shallow end. "You don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry, honey." he told her as she walked out of the pool. Richie followed behind. She was wrapping herself in a towel, when he grabbed one and said softly, "I didn't mean to upset you, really, I didn't.". "You didn't upset me. I'm just trying to think of how to describe it." she said.

Taking her by the arm, he led her to the same chair they had captured the rays and napped on earlier. As they sat side by side, she swallowed and began. "We had a great marriage, Richie. He was loyal, faithful, and he loved me with all that he had. He was my best friend and my partner in life. Then I lost him." she said, continuing "He was a strong man. A man who didn't believe in speaking his feelings much. Am I boring you?" she asked. "No, not at all. What do you mean by 'speaking his feelings'?" he asked. "He told me he loved me maybe twice in all the time we spent together." "He never said he loved you?" Richie asked with a complete sound of disbelief. "Never!" she said, looking at the pool. She looked back at Richie, "He felt that by being there, that should have told me. He'd always say 'If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be here!'" she explained. "You were ok with that?" he asked. "Well, no! But I guess I had to be. I loved him but we would have had our share of heated discussions in the beginning of our relationship. Sometimes, I just felt like I needed to hear those words. It still never changed anything. It just was, what it was. He was all I knew and I loved him."
"All you knew?" he asked. "Yeah, he was my first. I never knew anything before him." Harley looked at Richie, still with disbelief of what she was discovering with him. "You must have been beyond crushed and very lost after..." he said, trailing off. She nodded. "I was watching TV, some entertainment show or something like that and they showed you walking out of the church behind the funeral percession, and all I thought was how broken you must be. I could feel it. I said a prayer for you that night." That moved Harley so much, that when Richie started to speak again, Harley stopped him with a kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, she whispered so lightly, "I'm lonely, Richie. I want to fall in love again." Raising his hand to her face, "I think I'm already in love, darlin'" not giving her a chance to respond. The kiss was so passionate and powerful. Harley pulled herself up to straddle his lap, still kissing him. Deep thrusts and flickering of their tongues. She pulled herself from his lips. Looking at him softly, "I think I am too" he grabbed her with more force and kissed her again, nearly rocking her back off him. "If Ava didn't need to come home tomorrow, you wouldn't be leaving." he said. "So what now, Rich?" she asked. "We see eachother when we can. I'm so busy right now, but I'll make room for you." still kissing between sentences. "I'm going to be busy too. We will figure it out, right?". "Yeah, baby, we will. They may be stolen moments for a while but at least we get those.". Harley's lips melted into his. His hands roamed to her towel, opening the clasp and letting it fall to the chair. She wrapped her legs around him. Kissing each other, feverishly. His hands roaming the soft curves of her body. Harley took his hand and showed him where she needed and wanted it. She didn't have to show him much. He knew exactly what to do to her. He caressed her clit slowly. Causing her breathing to quicken. Richie wished he could fuck her but 3 times in one day, slowed him down a bit. He would find a way to give her what she needed. He would have to improvise and make it good. Harley's hips started moving in time with the way he was rubbing her. Richie slipped 2 fingers inside her, adding a third finger as he felt she could accept it. The kiss ended and he concentrated on thrusting in and out of her, hitting her G-spot with his long sexy fingers. Harley helped by beginning to rub her clit, with one hand, while holding onto Richie with the other. She was so fucking hot, he thought. Wanting to be hard and fucking her 24/7. Harley let out a moan "ahhhhh! Fuck me!" she demanded. As her pussy pulsated around his fingers, he knew she had a clitoral orgasm. He decided to not stop fucking her. He pushed her back just enought to put her nipple in his mouth, "Oh God, Richie!"  she squeeled, as she came for him. Harley was shaking, he took his fingers out and pulled her to him, holding her tight with both arms. "I'm sorry, I'm no spring chicken." he said. She put her finger over his lips to stop him from speaking. "Your perfect! Your so perfect, baby!" she said, moving her finger and kissing him again lightly. "Take me to bed?" she asked, grabbing her towe and covering herself. Richie stood and turned around. "Climb on!" he told her. "Are you sure, spring chicken?" she asked laughing. "HaHa!" He laughed. "Get up there!" Harley jumped gently on his back and he gave her a piggy back ride to the bedroom. He set her down gently on the bed. "Your so strong and sexy" she told him as she was walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. He followed her in, to do the same.

While brushing, they kept looking at each other in the mirror. Until Harley broke into a hysterical laugh, because Richie was making silly faces at her. He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. Harley spit her toothpaste out, "I nearly chocked, dork!" Richie smiled with his own thoughts of what she could choke on, but felt best to keep that to himself. Harley dropped her towel and decided to tease him just a bit. Instead of getting into bed on her side, she crawled on her hands and knees across the bed. Giving a beautiful view from behind. What she didn't expect was for him to grab her hips and pull her back to him, biting an ass cheek. "Owww!" she yelled laughing. "Sorry, darlin'! but if you put that ass in my face, I'm gonna find something to do with it!" "That's ok! I kinda liked it!" she informed him while slipping under the sheets. Richie got in and pulled her to him. "Gnite beautiful. Sweet dreams." he told her. "They can't get much sweeter than this!" she said. Turning her head to be able to accept his kiss goodnight.