Not Looking for Love: A Cowboy Romance (8 page)

Richie followed Simone into the house. Once he closed the door, he grabbed her hand and she turned around to him. Before she could say anything he kissed her. She winced so he lightened the kiss as he brought his other hand up to her face and gently caressed her cheek as he slid his fingers back into her hair while he pried her mouth open and sought out her tongue.

He dropped her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her close, their bodies connecting. He held her tight to his body, not wanting to let her go. There was just something about her scent, her taste that called to him. When his hand began to move down to her ass, she pulled back, sighed, and with pleading eyes, took his hand and walked him into the kitchen.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m good, thank you,” he said as he looked around.

The kitchen was not that big, and it was messy with a pile of papers on the counter. He counted four pairs of shoes on a mat on the side of the refrigerator, an iron was resting on the table with a towel underneath it, and a blouse was hung over one of the chairs. He remembered her saying that she lives with a roommate.

“Are we alone here?”

“Yeah, Lolita is sleeping out tonight. Of course she left the place a mess.” She muttered as she kicked off her shoes, picked them up, and walked out of the kitchen. A short while later, she came back with a bottle of red wine, and walked over to a cabinet to the left of the sink and took out two wine glasses and an opener.

“I got it,” Richie said. He took both the bottle and the opener from her and opened the wine. After he poured two glasses he handed one to her and she walked to the living room and over to the sofa facing the TV, and picked up the clicker from the table. He followed and sat next to her when she sat. “I’m really sorry I lied to you. I didn’t know how to handle it.”

Simone took a sip of her wine as she heard the theme to Jeopardy play on the tube. “You know, I know it would be bad for your image to be seen with me, so I wasn’t expecting an invite or anything, but you could have been truthful with me.”

“I know. Believe me when I tell you, it bothered me from the moment I lied.” He placed his glass down on the coffee table in front of them then whipped out his cell phone and tapped it then scrolled. “Here.” He held out the phone to her.

She tilted her head in question.

“It’s my buddy, Logan’s number. Call him and ask him. He’ll tell you, you were on my mind the whole time. He knows I felt bad about it.”

“Richie, I’m not going to call your friend. I believe you.” Though it didn’t escape her that he didn't comment on her statement about not wanting to be seen with her.

He nodded, shifting in his seat, as he put the phone in his front pocket.

“What is least common multiple.” she said.

“What?” he asked as he picked up his wine glass.

“Oh, Jeopardy question,” she said as she heard her cell phone chime. She rose up and walked to her purse she had set down on a kitchen chair. Pulling out the phone she scrunched her nose and twisted her mouth. “It’s Poppy again. Probably wants to know what happened to his star.” She looked to the television as she walked back into the living room. “What is La Boheme.”

Richie grinned. “Give me the phone, I’ll tell him.” He made to get up.

“No, let him leave a message. I’ll deal with him later.

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, I got it.”

“What is
Gianni Schicchi?” Now Richie answered a question.

“Nice. For one thousand. You a fan of opera?” she asked him.

“No. There was a girl, Italy, and one summer.”

“Hah!”

“You a fan?”

“No. I never even heard of that one.”

“It’s a one act comedy.”

“Oh.”

The two of them turned their attention to the show and played along.

“So, uh, let’s talk about us,” Richie said when a commercial came on.

Simone nodded.

“I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks about me, or who I date. I like what we have here. I enjoy you, your company, and your body. And I’m not ashamed to be caught with you. I can’t offer you exclusivity because my head is not there yet. I’m not looking for a girlfriend, just fun. Good times and fun is what I have when I’m with you. Will you be okay with that?” He paused. “That’s all I can offer right now. I don’t know where it will lead, but while we are doing our thing, I will take care of you. Whatever you need or want, I’ll give it to you.”

She slowly smiled as she nodded. “I like what we have also. I’m not looking for anything exclusive either. So, yeah, I’d be okay with it.”

“Good. And the reason why I didn’t ask you to the party I didn’t even want was because my parents were going to be there and I didn’t want to introduce you to them yet. Not because of your profession, I know you know how to carry yourself. But simply because we,” he indicated with his hand, “are new. I wouldn’t introduce any new girl to them. It’s just how it is. I’ve only introduce one girl to them, back when I was twenty-one.” He snorted. “And that was a disaster.” He recalled the chick, Shana, and how she kept calling his mother wanting to hang out with her. She practically stalked her. It freaked his mother out so much, and quite frankly him too, he had to cut ties with her.

“I’m gonna be photographed quite a bit with women. Doesn’t mean I’m doing them. In fact the only time no one bothers me is when I’m home in Texas. Don’t let it bother you. It doesn’t mean you and I are through, okay. You’ll know if and when we’re through first hand. We’re free to do what we want to do. And if you want to end what we have I expect you to be honest with me. Don’t string me along.”

“That’s fine, I like this arrangement.” She nodded as she smiled.

He held out his hand and when she placed her hand in his he pulled her over to him and wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad we got this cleared up.”

“Me too.”

They finished watching Jeopardy with Simone getting more answers than him.

Richie brought his arms up, stretching. “Now I want to eat dinner. I’m starving.” He brought an arm down and around her shoulder and brought her in close. “Then I want to eat you,” he whispered the last part by her ear.

Simone sucked in a breath.

They decided on gourmet hamburgers. Richie called a well-known local joint that didn’t have delivery service, yet they delivered to them. When he found out she loved chocolate malted milkshakes, he ordered a couple from Trudie’s, an ice cream shop not far from where she lived. He even told Simone whenever she wanted anything from those places she should mention his name and they will deliver to her.

Over dinner Simone asked about the girl in the picture. He confessed it was the same girl from Bella Donna’s and she was just a friend. Then they talked more about Danny and he fumed as she told him how he abuses her. He made a mental note. He also asked her what her real name was again. He was disappointed she still wouldn’t tell him, yet understood her desire to keep it private. But at that point he was on a mission to learn it, to have her trust him enough to tell him.

Richie had left on Thursday morning, after spending the night with Simone, and after speaking with Poppy about Danny. Poppy reassured him Danny would not be allowed anywhere near Simone nor was he going to press charges. Richie was almost hoping he’d press charges, his lawyer would have had a field day with Danny. He had to get back to Texas to interview a few ranch hands because that Rollins ranch was showing signs of trouble again with losing half the hands, and they reached out to him. He didn’t want to but the occupants of the ranch were inept when it came to hiring workers. He had Logan by his side during the interviews.

And so for the next three months Richie and Simone got together every other weekend, enjoying what they had. One weekend Richie and Logan flew out to L.A. for a party Simone invited them to.

Simone flirtatiously laughed as she tilted her head, her long blonde locks cascading down her arm as they brushed Davis’ hand. “Now you know I can’t do that,” she said in her sweetest voice when he had asked her if she’d like to spend the night with him as he fingered the heart shape bodice of her strapless red leather midriff top. The matching swing skirt hung low on her waist and a diamond and ruby chain dangled from her bellybutton. They were seated at the crowded bar of ‘The Gentleman’s Club’. She casually swung her head around to seek out Richie as she picked up her drink and took a sip.

Poppy had put together the little soiree in order to entice his number one backer, the rich Mr. Davis Clark to fund him some money to lure in a top male performer for an upcoming movie. When Clark was in his office a few days earlier Simone had strolled in unannounced as was her M.O. Poppy introduced them. She smiled a warm hello as she shook his hand then apologized and excused herself for interrupting. No sooner did she close the door Mr. Clark was all over her, practically begging Poppy for a chance to be with her. Poppy had supplied many girls to him in exchange for cash backing, but Poppy knew Simone wouldn’t bite and told him as much, but Davis wanted to try. He had Poppy arrange the get-together at the strip club and told him to have his stars and starlets there and he, Davis Clark, would arrange for some cash for his upcoming film and also get the chance to convince Simone to spend time with him.

Richie had been watching her from the back end of the bar, not liking Clark’s hand on her. When their eyes met she gave him a little smile and he just stared, stoically, at her. When she went back to talking with Clark, he turned back to Logan and the platinum blonde he was chatting with.

Every once in a while she caught Richie eyeing Anna Maria and at one point, earlier in the evening, she pulled her aside and asked if she’d be willing to do Richie. She knew Richie would get a kick out of it and she wanted to give him a much belated birthday present.

Finally Simone was able to get away from Davis Clark when Poppy came up to them with two aging, large breasted porn stars Davis had recognized from his past. She strolled over to Richie and from behind, threw her arms around his waist and leaned against his back. She breathed him in. His natural scent combined with his cologne always turned her on. Never before had she been drawn to a man’s scent in this way.

“You have a few minutes to spare for me, baby?” she whispered as she let a hand travel down to his crotch.

He sucked in air then turned around and kissed her.

“Head to the men’s room,” she whispered by his ear.

He tilted his head in question.

“Happy Birthday,” she said as she nodded toward the bathroom.

He followed her eyes and noticed Anna Maria walking in, but before she did, she turned and smiled their way.

Richie turned back around, and tilted his head, a cautious smile forming on his lips. “Yeah?”

All Simone did was smile. Inside, however, her stomach was doing flips. She didn’t like sharing him but she wanted to please him, to keep things interesting between them, to let him know it’s just fun and games. No threats of her wanting more from him and this was a perfect way of demonstrating that. He turned to Logan and said something than grabbed Simone’s hand and started dragging her.

“Richie?” She stopped short.

“I want you there.”

“No, I don’t—”

“Yes.” He began dragging her again.

Oh, what did I do?
Simone thought. She didn’t want to see Richie going at it with another girl. She let him drag her.

By the bathroom door stood Tiny, one of the three large muscles in the club. He nodded to Simone as Richie pulled open the door. Simone had taken care of Tiny earlier by palming him a C note. She’d be able to count on him to keep anyone from going in the men’s room, diverting them to the ladies room if need be.

“Happy Birthday, Richie.” Anna Maria said with a soft, sultry, Italian accent, as they walked into the bathroom, her full red lips curving up. Her eyes darted to Simone.

Simone shrugged then turned to him. “Richie, Anna Maria will please you any way you want. I’ll wait out—”

“You’ll wait here.” He grinned as he dragged her to the back of the row of sinks and leaned against the wall making room for her to snuggle into him. He looked to Anna Maria and took in her sexy body. “On your knees.”

He started to undo his pants, but Anna Maria took over when she knelt in front of him. Out sprung his large cock, pointing at Anna Maria’s mouth.

He sucked in a breath when Anna Maria kissed the tip of it, and watched as she took him in her mouth. He moaned and then turned his attention to Simone. He didn’t expect her to be biting her lip and staring at the ceiling. His little minx was upset at watching someone suck him off. And at that moment he realized she had nothing to worry about.

He gently grabbed her chin and pulled her face to him and kissed her, opening her mouth and seeking out her tongue. It took a moment before he felt her give in and their kiss became heated. He wrapped his hand around her waist, bringing her closer. Then that hand caressed her ass as he brought his other hand up and under the front of her skirt. He pressed his palm against her mound before slipping his hand down her panties to finger her clit. She buckled. She always did when he touched her.

“Hold on to me,” he said by her mouth, and he felt an arm wrap around his neck and a hand hold his upper arm as he continued to swirl all around her clit, dipping down into her for some silky juices to spread around it. Before long her clit grew, her lips puffed and she writhed against his hand.

Simone didn’t expect to be in the bathroom with them. At first she was very uncomfortable and when she witnessed Anna Maria taking him in her mouth, she quickly looked up at the ceiling, her eyes watery. She never expected Richie to initiate something with her. But when he planted that kiss on her she couldn’t pull away. It was the most powerful, meaningful one, yet, by him. And when he touched her, her skin scorched. His fingers were doing amazing things to her. Sensations shot out of her core and traveled up and down her body. She wanted more, so much more and she began humping his hand, each time she’d thrust forward his fingers deepened inside of her. She was on the edge, and she knew he was ready too by the moans and quick breaths coming out of his mouth,

“Does she swallow?” he asked in between breaths.

“Yes.” Simone sounded just as breathless.

“No... Do you want her to or not?”

“Up to you.”

“Simone!” he put a hand on Anna Maria’s head and pushed her back, until he popped out of her mouth. “You call the shots, but do it fast.” He was ready to blow.

“Okay, yes.” She screamed when he pinched her clit and she started to come.

He nodded to Anna Maria and she took him deep as he went back to kissing Simone.

He broke the kiss and looked down and watched Anna Maria working him and watched his hand in Simone’s panties. He looked back up to Simone and kissed her as he grunted and jerked.

Anna Maria did know what she was doing. She knew when to slow and when to stop. Richie caressed her hair before she stood up.

“Thank you, darlin’,” he said as she rose up. He noticed she reached in… for a kiss? Wasn’t going to happen. He was already starting to feel like shit. He turned his head and smiled at Simone before he removed his fingers from her and sucked on them. “Mmmm. I love the way you taste. It drives me wild.”

All Simone could do was stare and bite her swollen bottom lip as she continued to breathe heavy.

From the corner of his eye, Richie saw Anna Maria straighten her dress out and wipe her knees. He addressed her. “Thank you, Anna Maria.” And even before she could reply he added. “Please give me and Simone some privacy.”

Anna Maria looked from him to Simone then back to him again. “Sure. Happy Birthday.” Then she walked out.

“You, okay?” he asked Simone.

She nodded while she straightened her skirt, trying not to look at him lest he see the sadness in her eyes she couldn’t hide.

“Thank you for my present. That was… amazing, but please don’t do that again.”

She looked up to him.

“When I’m out with you I only want you, baby,” he said.

“I just wanted to keep it interesting for you.”

He chuckled. “The things you let me do to you keeps it interesting enough.” Then he leaned in and kissed her again, taking little nips at her lower lip before deepening it.

He tucked in his dick and zipped up while he watched her freshen up then before walking out, he pulled her to him and kissed her again.

The noise level in the club was extremely high. Naked girls were dancing on the poles to Motley Crew’s ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’, and the men were on their feet cheering. Davis was still seated at the bar and watching the action from there when he turned to see Simone walk out of the bathroom with the guy she showed up with. He quickly grabbed Poppy.

Richie and Simone walked over to Logan who was where they left him, by the bar, but this time he was talking with a pretty woman with long light brown hair.

Logan made eye contact with Richie then shifted his eyes to Simone and quickly looked back to Richie and grinned as he shook his head. He brought them a round of shots.

As they were talking and watching the action on stage, Poppy came over and whispered something in Simone’s ear.

Richie watched her smile fade and she was shaking her head.

“What’s going on?” Richie said. He didn’t want to get in the way of business, but he didn’t like his chick feeling uncomfortable. His chick?

“Davis Clark knows I stripped here a while ago. He requested that I join him and his entourage in one of the champagne rooms and dance for them.”

“No.” Richie said to Poppy as he pulled Simone close to him.

“Richie?” She looked to him.

“You want to go?” He turned to her.

“No… I have to.”

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“Come with me.”

“Just you,” Poppy interjected. “Richie, it’s business. She’ll be fine.”

“No, Poppy. I’m not going in there without a guard. You can just forget—”

“I’ll be there… Okay, fine. He comes.” He said when she just stood there.

Four black couches faced the center of the room with end tables on all corners, giving ample room for a stripper to dance in the middle. Red wallpapered walls with black swirls running through it and low wattage sconces and lamps on the end tables gave the room a dark, sexy feel to it, and on each end table were thick, white powdery lines on small mirrors along with a handful of clear capsules with white power inside. Music played throughout the many speakers on the walls and floor, and an unmanned stocked bar ran across half the length of the back wall.

Davis smiled when Simone walked into the room and it faded when he saw Poppy and Richie. He was about to get up but Poppy ran to him to assure him she will dance for him and his friends as long as Richie stays. He wasn’t too happy about it, but he was thrilled she agreed to dance for him. He was sitting on one couch and rose up as he indicated for her to sit next to him. A man and woman sat opposite, and two men sat on the couch to the side of him while Poppy sat on the other side couch, and Richie just leaned against the wall, in the shadows.

Davis leaned in to Simone and said something to her as he placed a hand on her thigh. Richie couldn’t make out what he was saying but he noted that hand slowly moving up her thigh. He was just about to push off the wall when Simone put her hand on Davis’ and stopped it. Then she shifted as she removed his hand.

Laughing, Davis sat back and leaned over the side of the couch and picked up a cocktail straw as he brought his head down to the mirror on the table. After sniffing the white powder up both his nostrils he turned to Simone and extended the straw to her. Richie was relieved she declined.

“Dance for me,” Davis said after he took one of the capsules and washed it down with his scotch as ‘Buttons’ by The Pussycat Dolls began playing through the speakers. He leaned back into the couch, and spread his legs as he leered at her.

Simone rose up and walked to the center of the floor and closed her eyes, trying to get into the music. Her arms went up as she swayed her hips. She brought her hands to her head and ran her fingers through her mane and shook it out. Twirling, she stepped over to Davis and danced in front of him. Turning around, she bent at the waist and shook her butt, then she straightened up and turned back around and bent again, her hair tossing all around as she moved.