Not Looking for Love: A Cowboy Romance (12 page)

His response was to scoop her up and carry her to her bedroom.

Simone lay on her side, forearm up, head in her hand, watching Richie as he slept. The covers rested on his waist. She knew he was naked underneath and boy did she want to rip the covers off of him and straddle him. She thought about last night, she’d never gone to bed that satisfied before. They took turns with the little bullet that needed testing. While he ate her he stimulated her with it. She flew off the bed like a rocket. And while he was fucking her, she slipped a finger in the little holder and held it by his sphincter. She couldn’t believe how fast and hard he came. She was shocked because he always exhibited control. Their play had wiped the both of them out. She slept like a baby and she was willing to bet he did too.

Raising her upper body, she moved her face to his chest and stuck out her tongue and gingerly licked his massive pecs. A little salty, a little hint of musk and sooo very smooth with soft little downy hairs. Long licks circled his nipple. She felt it tighten and smiled to herself.

She reached further over to his other nipple and her long tresses splayed across his chest, tickling him.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The cover by his groin tented the moment her tongue touched his chest. Liquid heat shot in all directions inside his body. He willed himself to stay still even though her long licks and swirls were driving him crazy and now… heading south.

That round of wild, uninhibited sex left her breathless. “Richie,” she said just his name when she got up and started walking toward the bathroom, shaking her head.

He lay on his back, head on the pillow, and hands clasped behind his head, elbows sticking out, with a wide grin on his face. His tongue came out and licked his lips, tasting her on them. He couldn’t get enough. When he heard the shower run, he stretched and picked up the clicker on the night table on her side and turned on the TV. Then he changed his mind and shut it and rose up and went down to the kitchen.

Two steaming hot cups of coffee were awaiting Simone when she walked back into the bedroom with nothing on but a little towel wrapped around her body, her damp hair looked longer than it actually was.

“Mmmm, I love the smell of coffee,” she said as she took the cup he had in his extended hand and took a sip.

“I know.”

She pulled open the night side drawer on his side of the bed and took out a couple of coasters. She always drank coffee or wine in there and kept a few in the drawer. After placing one down on that table, for him, she placed the other on the bureau.

He watched as she set her cup down and pulled open a drawer, licking his lips when she dropped her towel. Those long lean legs were attached to the cutest butt he’d ever seen. Did he just think the cutest butt? He mentally laughed at himself, not sure how he felt because the mental laugh sounded a bit too giddy. But when he saw what she pulled out he jumped up. “Oh, hell no!” He grabbed the Green Bay Packers t-shirt from her hand. “Aww, shit, tell me I’m seeing things.”

Startled, she turned to him, but relaxed when she saw the grin on his face.

He held the t-shirt up and flipped it to the back. “Rodgers. I should have known.” His face crinkled up in mock disappointment.

She giggled and went to grab the shirt, but he held it up higher and she couldn’t reach it.

“No, no, no. You don’t wear a Packers t-shirt in front of this Cowboys fan… ever.”

“Oh, then you might not want to look in that drawer.” She pointed to the bottom drawer of her dresser, grinning.

He tilted his head.

“I have an Eagles jersey in there.” She laughed at the shock on his face, knowing the rivalry between the two teams.

“Oh, oh, you’re killing me,” he said, a hint of a smile on his lips as he turned around and stretched to grab his Brooks Brothers tailored shirt. “Wear this one.”

Still laughing, she took his shirt and put her arms through the sleeves. As she picked up her hair to free it from the inside of the collar, Richie’s grin faded, his shaft grew. Just watching his shirt, which came down mid-thigh, draped around her turned him on.

She let out a startled scream then giggled when he picked her up by her ass, spreading her legs which she didn’t hesitate to wrap around him, and walked her over to the nearest wall. He leaned her against it and brought her hands up and over her head and captured both of them in one of his, freeing a hand to feel her pussy. He massaged, pulled, and tweaked her clit, feeling the little bud grow, until she was wet and bucking, which didn’t take long, then was about to shove himself inside her.

“Shit!”

Her heaving breaths came to a halt. “What?”

“Condom. Don’t move.” He unglued himself from her and quickly grabbed the last foil packet from the night table where he had placed a bunch of them the night before. He sheathed up as he walked back to her and picked up where they left off. The tightness that he always felt when inside her sent him to that very place where heat shot through his body and built until he hit utopia. She pulsed on his cock as her moans grew louder and higher pitched, and he came with his mouth clamped on her neck.

He let out a long groan when he slowly pulled out of her and brought his lips to hers and crushed them, feeling it deep, deep inside.

They both drank cold coffee but neither of them complained.

After spending the rest of the day with her, he caught a red-eye home. On the flight he thought about her. His feelings for her grew more and more each time he was with her, each time he was inside her. Logan was right, he was hooked. It ate at him that some other guy was going to fuck her. He didn’t ask who she was shooting a scene with that week, because he knew a fight would ensue. That’s just what happened the last time he asked. She had to remind him that what they had was just fun and games. He didn’t tell her but he was hoping she would walk away from her job. It would do no good for him to demand she do. This was a decision she had to make because he couldn’t commit to her and wasn’t sure he’d be able to down the road even if she did walk away from it. Would he be fine with becoming serious with a porn star, ex or otherwise? His mom once told him ‘sometimes you don’t choose love, love chooses you’ when he questioned his cousin, Will’s, proposal to Bridgette, a twice divorced woman. Things worked out for them. His cousin has beautiful twin daughters and Bridgette was good to him and their daughters. His family adored her.

For the next few days Richie kept busy with the ranch, buying new equipment, stocking up on feed. And laying out new fencing. One night he hooked up with some biker friends and partook in one of their wild parties. He didn’t last the night. When he sobered up and removed the two girls draped across him he got dressed and rode home. Once there he was no better. He couldn’t even get his kickstand down once he pulled into his garage. After taking a deep breath he was successful, and then he stomped to the house, slamming doors and walking over to the cabinet that held the liquor. Grabbing a bottle of fine whiskey by the neck he turned around, ready to go up to his bedroom. All his lights were on dimmers and he kept a dim light in a few parts of the house. He stopped and looked around, really seeing his home for the first time. It was cold and lonely. Nothing warm and inviting about it. It seemed to cry out for a woman’s touch.

He had been with many girls, but only a handful were called girlfriend. He leaned against the banister leading up to his room and mentally pictured every one of them and guess who was in the number one spot?

After putting the bottle down on the hall table, he went upstairs and called Simone. They talked for hours and he felt calm and was able to fall asleep.

*

The sun beat down, not a cloud in the sky. The temperature soared early to ninety-two degrees, and not a lick of wind. Richie lifted his straw Stetson and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm as he stroked Bentley’s neck. He’d been riding half the day now with Logan, Logan’s brother Brett, and a few ranch hands of Brett’s and some neighbors. Their goal? To round up and separate the calves from their mamas for their shots and the castration of bull calves.

Nearing the sorting pens, Richie plopped his hat back on his head and rode on as he and Logan shared a look. Each knew what the other was thinking. Thank God the veterinarian, Doc. Wilson, was there. If there was one chore they hated it was castrating a bull. Every time they cut, scraped, and pulled, they felt it in their groins. Both of them would rather muck stalls all day.

Richie also spotted the chuck wagon and his stomach growled. Okay, it wasn’t really a chuck wagon, it was more like a Cadillac Escalade with the back door up. Trays of grub were lined up with aluminum foil on them, waiting to be ripped off.

Once they got the cattle sorted in the pens, the cowboys rode over to the Escalade and as they dismounted, they greeted Logan’s grandfather, Gabe, who was digging out plates from the backseat.

Richie’s cell phone rang. He whipped it out of his shirt pocket and read the caller I.D., just as he shook Gabe’s hand. He nodded and backed away to answer it.

“Poppy, what’s up?” He squinted and lowered the front of his hat with his other hand to shield out the sun. “What…?” He turned around. “When…? Where is she…?” He blew out a breath.  “How bad…? Where is he…? Don’t give me that shit, Poppy. Where is he!”

Logan had overheard Richie and walked over to him. They made eye contact and Richie, with tight lips, shook his head.

“Okay. Thanks,” Richie said then ended the call. “I gotta go.”

Logan threw him a questioning look.”

“That bastard beat her up, Logan… Oh, geez, he beat her up.” He paced back and forth. “Oh, fuck.” He blew out a breath. “I gotta go… I gotta go. I’m sorry. I gotta go.” He turned around and started walking to his horse.

Logan caught up with him. “I’ll go with you.”

“No… no, I got this. You’re needed here.”

“Brett will understand.”

“Thanks, Logan, I got this.” He mounted Bentley.

“Brett will understand what?” Brett asked as he came up to them.

Logan mounted his horse. “I’m going with Richie to Los Angeles. His girl needs him.”

“The porn star?”

If eyes were daggers, Brett would have been dead with the way Richie stared at him.

Brett’s smile faded. “I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect. Go. You too, Logan. We have more than enough hands here.”

Logan looked to Richie who nodded then the two of them rode off. On the ride to Logan’s stables, Richie made arrangements to use the family jet. After they dismounted and gave their horses to a stable worker, they drove off in Richie’s car and headed for the little airport in Austin where they met the pilot.

For the first time since getting the news that Simone was in trouble, Richie laughed. All he had to do was look over to Logan as they were taxing down the runway.

“Your knuckles are white, brother.”

Logan managed to swing his head in Richie’s direction and Richie reached for a paper bag, noting all color had drained from Logan’s face.

Logan succeeded in cracking a smile and shook his head slowly. “I’m okay. I’m good.” He took in a deep breath as they began the ascension. “I hate these little jets. I was thinking maybe a little first class action on a seven forty-seven or something.” His color started to come back.

“No time. Drink?” Richie undid his seatbelt and brought up and out a tray table. He stretched to reach the bottle of bourbon that he had placed in a holder on the shelf on the side wall after retrieving it from the wood cabinet in the forward galley before takeoff. He snagged the two crystal, old fashioned glasses he placed there also, and poured.

As soon as he handed a glass to Logan, Logan downed it and handed it back to Richie. “Hit me.”

Richie let out a roar of a laugh and filled it.

As they settled, Logan relaxed, but Richie stayed tensed, his insides felt like a hive of hornets. As they descended into the John Wayne airport in the middle of Orange County, Richie began calling Poppy. His first order of business was finding Danny.

The limo that was waiting for them whisked them to Richie’s parents’ house and they quickly jumped into the red Ferrari then Richie drove over to the Velocity Studio.

“That’s his car.” Richie pointed to a yellow Corvette in the parking lot as he parked a row behind it. “Poppy said he’s inside cleaning his shit out. He fired him.”

With a wide stance, Logan folded his arms in front of his chest and nodded. “You, okay? You want me to take this?”

“Oh, hell no. I got this,” Richie said as he flexed his hands.

The door opened and out walked Danny carrying a duffle bag and a little box. He walked with his head down and he walked right into Richie.

Danny’s eyes shifted from Richie’s boots. “Hey, watch it, bro.” He lifted his head and his eyes grew wide.

“I ain’t your bro.” Richie’s fist connected with Danny’s face.

*

“Any better?” Lolita asked Simone as she came back into the living room with another ice pack.

Curled up on one end of the couch, Simone set the now warm ice pack that she held on her left eye on the end table and shook her head when Lolita presented her with the cold one.

“The Doctor said to ice it,” Lolita said as she bent down to get a better look. “He said to watch out for any bleeding in the eye. Wasn’t he cute? I gave him my number.” She tenderly touched just under Simone’s eye, and Simone winced and pulled back. “It’s becoming black and blue, sweetie. Keep icing it.”

Simone took the pack.

How’s your head?” She placed her hand on Simone’s head and felt the knot there.

“Hurths like a moffafuther.” She winced again.

“Sorry, checking for blood. All clear.” Lolita giggled. She didn’t mean to, but it looked like Simone had botched lip injections. “Girl, Nikki Cox has nothing on you.”

Simone tried to smile but it hurt. She looked at the wrist of her other hand and let out a sigh and shook her head again. It too had blown up.

After spending the whole day in the emergency room, Lolita had taken her home and stayed with her. She tried getting Simone to eat, but she didn’t have an appetite. Her whole body ached and all she wanted to do was fall asleep.

“Do you want that slice of pizza you have in your freezer? I can pop it in the oven.”

Simone barely acknowledged her. Her thoughts were of Danny beating the shit out of her. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why he had it in for her, even before Richie decked him a while back.

They had just finished shooting a scene together. Not her idea, she made it known to Poppy she didn’t want to film anything that involved him, and up until that point she hadn’t. Unfortunately, Poppy wasn’t calling the shots that week. The studio thought he was in Hawaii with his wife, and he left Lou Grossman in charge. She protested but when he threatened to call Poppy, she caved. Not because she was afraid of losing her job or anything, she didn’t want to bother Poppy because she knew he was really at a rehab facility in Florida, drying out. She also knew he’d be gone more than a week and she needed to make the best of it.

The scene called for Danny, a horny stranger, coming out of a video booth in the back of an adult store she had worked at. He saw her bending down putting some cock rings on a pegboard hook with her ass sticking up in the air, displaying her thong under her hiked-up skirt. He looked all around and didn’t see anyone else in the store. He walked over to her and put his arm around her waist as he dug his dick into her ass. Her part called for her to wiggle into him and smile, and they were to get it on. But then he yanked her hair hard and she screamed. And before she could catch her breath, he swiftly turned her around and pushed her up against a wall of shelves with all kinds of lubes on them, and peg hooks displaying some nipple clamps and chains. One of the pegs dug into her back. He held her there with one hand as he unzipped his pants. As the pants fell to around his ankles, the director yelled cut so Danny could put on a condom. She had voiced her complaints to both Danny and Lou about how rough Danny was and threatened to walk off the shoot. Danny agreed to go easy when Lou told him to tone it down?

When Lou resumed the filming Danny pushed aside her thong and violently shoved himself inside of her and he didn’t stop pounding until he came almost fifteen minutes later. Lou kept panning to her face, capturing the agony there, pleased because it would work well for this dark film he was shooting without Poppy’s permission or knowledge. Danny was the only one who knew what Lou was up to.

When that scene was over, Simone spit on Danny’s smug face, and shoved him. He smacked her face, the sound echoing in the large room and the sting brought tears to her eyes. She looked from him to Lou who was walking away with the cameraman and knew she wasn’t going to get any help. She stormed off toward the lockers, not even stopping to put on her robe. She was angry, she was humiliated, and she hurt.

After a long shower which did nothing to wash away the dirtiness she felt, she left the building, and as she clicked her key fob, near her car, she felt hands grab her and pull her to the side of the building. As Danny manhandled her he spoke dirty to her, calling her a dirty slut and telling her he was going to give it to her good for spitting on him. She fought him and got in some good slaps to his face, and she even was able to claw his neck, drawing blood, but it only made him angrier. When she kneed him in the balls he let loose and whaled on her.

All the while they were wrestling, she was screaming, trying to draw attention to them, she was no match for him. Finally Kenny ‘Bang Bang’ drove into the parking lot and spotted them. He pulled his car to a screeching halt, jumped out, and pulled Danny off of her as Diamond D and Lolita came running out of the back door. Of course Lou and the cameraman were nowhere to be found.

She wasn’t hungry and shook her head when Lolita asked again if she wanted the pizza. She brought her hand up to the bruise on her neck and shuddered just as she heard jiggling at the front door. Less than a second later it swung open and in walked two dusty, dirty looking cowboys. Lolita let out a scream and though it initially startled Simone, she quickly recognized Richie and Logan.

She locked eyes with Richie and noted hard lines on his face while his eyes pierced her. Tears ran down her cheek and she put her head down.

The anger radiating off his body was palpable. Lolita retreated back.