by Martini, Mae
“A ride?” she questioned.
“He’s a bareback bronc rider in a rodeo his brother is affiliated with.”
Simone tilted her head, “I thought you were on a cattle—”
“Oooohh, bareback, huh!” Lolita said as she looked at Logan, her eyes sparkling.
Simone and Richie both caught the little eye wiggle and crooked smile Logan threw her way.
“I bet you know how to ride.” Lolita raked her eyes up and down Logan’s body then licked her lips as she settled them on his crotch.
“We interrupting something?” Richie asked with amusement in his tone.
Lolita gave Logan a wink. “So, Richie, did you convince our patient to eat a little something? She’s got some pizza in her freezer I wanted to warm up, but she refused.”
“I’m not hungry, Lo. The thake is enough. Besides I really want to get into the thower and get all this filth off of me.” Her lisp still evident.
“Okay, let’s go.” Lolita began walking toward her, as she pushed off of Richie’s chest.
“I’ll take care of her,” Richie said, bringing Simone back down.
Simone twisted her head to see him, and Lolita stopped short.
“Oh… Simone, you sure?”
“Yeah. Thank you for thaking me home. I’m in good hands now.”
“Oh, okay.” She looked to Logan then back to Simone. “I’ll just call a cab.”
Richie reached for his car keys that Logan had placed on the coffee table and flung them to him. “You want to run her home?”
“Sure.” He looked to Lolita. Her face lit up.
Lolita said she’d call in the morning and walked out the door, Logan right behind her. He turned back and mouthed the words ‘Don’t wait up’ and Richie and Simone laughed.
Chapter 20
“Okay, you’re all set,” Richie whispered into his cell phone. “Print out the boarding pass, and enjoy first class.” He softly chuckled. “I’m hoping to hop back there today too… Hopefully. I haven’t asked yet.” He was talking to Logan who had spent the night at Lolita’s place, but he needed to get back to Wimberley to pick up Heath from Linda and bring him back to his house. “Later.”
Richie hit the red button and placed the phone down on the night table. Then he turned and threw his arm around Simone as he lay back down, her back to him. He pulled her in, enjoying her warm naked body against his as she continued to sleep. He could get used to this. He remembered the moment he’d come to have feelings for her. The night she invited him and Logan to the party at “The gentlemen’s Club” while he was getting head from Anna Maria. He realized he didn’t want it when he looked into Simone’s eyes in that bathroom a few moments before he came, and even beat himself up over having no control at that point. Back at the hotel, when he had come in from the lobby bar and told Simone how he felt, she climbed on top of him and when she tried to move fast, he flipped them and he slowly made love to her. Being inside her, not hurried, not rushed just languidly moving and staring into each other’s eyes. He waited for her eyes to roll up and close, then when she reopened them he quietly came while staring into them. It was rough when she shuddered on him as she came, he was ready to blow. He had to distract himself, counting cattle. It was the second time that night he let her see inside him.
She always took care of him, never demanding anything from him. Taking only what little of himself he offered. He was also pretty sure she hadn’t been seeing anyone else since him which made him feel a bit guilty. But there was a problem with him committing to her exclusively. She was a porn star, not a profession he’d want his girlfriend to have. He also didn’t know if she felt the same about him, but he didn’t push it in case she did, the porn thing again. He wasn’t sure how far he was going to take this. But one thing he know, his feelings only grew stronger.
He always felt like something was missing when he left to go back to Texas. She was missing. But he needed to keep it nonexclusive, not wanting to make a mistake if she truly chose to continue with her profession. She held the cards, she was the one who had to walk away from her job, not be forced to.
She never pressured him, never asked for more, and never, aside from the time he blew her off in the first stage of their relationship for his birthday party, asked questions of who he was with and what he was doing. The other girls he hooked up with always wanted more, thought just because he took them to nice places, paid for some of their apartments, and made love to them it was a commitment. And he hadn’t kept another girl while he was seeing her. At this point he didn’t know what he was looking for or with whom, he just wanted to have fun, yet he knew she was special. No one ever smelled as good as she did, felt as good as she did, and tasted as good as she did. Never had he ever wanted to protect someone the way he wanted to protect her.
He never asked her about who she was with and tried never to think of her profession and who she hung around with, though he got the feeling she was more of a loner and never did hang with other porn stars except for when Poppy threw some party and she was obligated to attend.
It gave him some piece of mind that he was able to manipulate Poppy, but he knew if and when he told her about it he was in for a rough time with her. Still it was a chance he had to take.
He cringed at the black and blue, the only thing marring her smooth, sexy back and leaned in and lightly brushed his lips over it and thought back to the night before when he got into the shower with her and washed her whole body. His thoughts had gone south pretty quickly. He mentally shrugged as a small smile played upon his face. Her moans at just him washing her hair got him hard. He didn’t mean to do it, but his hand wound all the way down her body to her mound. As he fingered her clit, it grew and she undulated onto his hand. He wanted to drop down and eat her, but he didn’t want to let her go, the pain killers made her body like jelly, or was it he who did that? He was sucking her earlobe when she shuddered on his hand then he finished washing her, refusing her advances, as much as it pained him, when she grabbed his cock and slid her hand up and down. She didn’t need to take care of him now, she just needed the comfort he provided, he reasoned.
Trying not to give her emotions away, Simone softly sobbed. Her body shook and she knew he knew she was up, but she made no move to turn around. She didn’t want him seeing her like this. She felt her face was hideous, still swollen, and it hurt. She could only imagine the black and blues she had. But what bothered her more was the feelings she had for him at that moment. That was why she was crying, she loved him. She’d never tell him though, afraid she would push him away. Each time they were together her feelings for him only grew. It killed her every time she saw a newspaper article of him which usually had a photograph attached of him with a woman. She was confused about why he showed up at her house though, why he invested so much time in her.
“Hey, baby, you crying? Do you need a pain killer?”
She shook her head twice.
He gently turned her around. It broke his heart to see her face all beat up with tears coming down.
She pulled away and sat up wiping her eyes, the covers falling down exposing her breasts. Yeah, he could get used to waking up with her every morning and staring at those beautiful puppies.
“Simone, we need to talk.”
She nodded.
“I have to get home and I want you to come with me.”
She was about to protest.
“No.” He sat up. “Just till you recover. Get away, you know. You’ll love my place. It’s on a river with spectacular views. I have a big pool to skinny dip in.” He smiled and winked. “And it’s relaxing.”
She nodded, too choked-up to talk. He was excited talking about his home and more than anything she wanted to go.
He rose up and brought her to him, not yet ready to let go of the feeling of her skin on his, and leaned back against the headboard.
They sat quietly for a few moments. And as he kissed her head she said one word, “Kara.”
“Pardo
n?” he said.
“My name is Katherine Storm, but everyone calls me Kara.”
Richie’s smile reached his eyes. He knew her real name. Well he knew Katherine, not Kara. He knew it a while now, having caught it on a couple of pieces of mail that were left out on her kitchen counter some time ago, but he was going to let her tell him when she was ready. Pleased she was ready now, he repeated her name, liking the sound of it.
“Kara. What a pretty name.” He wanted to kiss her, but her lips were still swollen.
She hugged herself to him, not wanting this moment to end. She was excited to go down to Texas and spend some time with him, even if it was temporary.
Chapter 21
“Thank you,” Kara took the cold glass from Richie’s hand and took a sip of the Margarita. Then as she leaned back in the Adirondack chair facing the river she set the glass down on the small table between her chair and the chair Richie took a seat in. He sipped a bourbon.
“It’s beautiful here. So peaceful.” The sun was shining against a clear blue backdrop. A bead of sweat ran down in-between her breasts and she took the clip she had attached to her neon pink bikini bra strap and clipped her hair up.
“How’s your eye? Still throbbing?”
“A little.”
“Let me see it.”
She lifted up her large sunglasses and rested them on top of her head as Richie raised up and moved closer, inspecting it.
“At least it’s looking better.” He gently fingered it. “Oh, the swelling went down a lot,” he said as he looked into her eyes. He caught a whiff of her scent and breathed it in. That scent never failed to get him hard. She had been there for the past three days at that point and they only engaged in sexual relations that morning. Richie had wanted her to heal some more first. So he didn’t make any advances but couldn’t resist when he woke up with a raging hard-on. Damn, his dick had a mind of its own. It may be large but it had no brain.
He kissed her lips which also looked less swollen. “I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled back a little when she winced. “You taste delectable.” He moved a hand to her bikini bottom and pressed against her pussy. “I am dying to eat you.” He grinned.
She smiled at him as she let out a little moan. “Don’t let me stop you.” She gave him a coquettish smile as she slipped her sunglasses back down on her eyes and spread her legs.
He slid his finger inside her bikini bottom by her thigh, a deep, sexy moan escaping his mouth.
“Uncle Wichie!”
Richie yanked his finger out so fast, and as he jumped up at the sound of Heath’s voice, he accidently knocked Kara’s drink over. Quickly righting it, and licking the finger he had inside her bikini bottom, he squatted down and caught Heath in his arms, giving him a huge hug as he picked him up.
“Hey, Buckaroo.” He gave the kid a kiss on his head. “This is Kara.” He held his hand out to her.
Heath shyly smiled her way.
“Hi, Heath.” She smiled. “Nice to meet you.” She knew of him, Richie always related cute stories about Logan’s kid. She knew he loved the kid as much as he loved Logan.
Richie looked up behind the chairs and saw Logan and their friend, Jay, walking down to them. Heath began to trace circles with his index finger on Richie’s chest above his t-shirt and Richie looked back to him and smiled.
“Can I twim, Uncle Wichie?”
“Of course.” He held Heath up and out. “I’m gonna throw you in.” He swung Heath back and forth and Heath couldn’t stop giggling. Richie set Heath down on the ground and Heath began to run back to the pool they had to pass to get down to the river.
“Hey, hey. Where you going, Heath?” Logan said as he stretched his arm out and grabbed him.
“Uncle Wichie said I could go twimming.”
“Yeah, but not by yourself. You know that, buddy.” He dragged Heath back to Richie and Kara and gave Kara a kiss on her cheek. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Better, thank you.” She looked to Jay and extended her hand as Richie introduced her to him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kara,” Jay said as he took her outstretched hand and brought it to his lips and planted a kiss on the back of it.
Jay Grey Wolf, owner of Satan’s Skull, was tall and very thin. He had long, dry, black hair with gray streaks running though it in a ponytail hanging down and stopping just below his waist. His tattoo sleeves showing on both arms below his short sleeve black t-shirt, ended at his wrists. One sleeve had pictures of skulls and black roses with a fiery background, the other had a nude pinup. One side of her face was beautiful, the other was a skull with blood dripping from the eye socket and mouth. At her feet were skulls and snakes and one of those snakes strategically wrapped around her body. Both sides of his neck had a colorful tattoo of feathers, intricately defined.
They moved the party up to the pool. Richie was behind the bar replacing Kara’s Margarita while Jay and Kara were sitting down on the bar stools, Jay sipping from a beer bottle. Logan was in the pool with Heath, there was so much giggling coming from there.
“…so now we’re standing around Logan’s truck in our friend Doug’s driveway drinking a beer and reliving our adventure. I see Logan’s head going in circles and his eyes were crossed.” Jay was chuckling as he told Kara one of their hunting stories. “I look to Richie, but he’s in a deep conversation with Doug, he don’t see—”
Richie let out a boisterous laugh. “Deep conversation? He bent my ear telling me how he didn’t shit the whole trip. And, yeah, I saw Logan, his head was weaving all over and I even heard him scream like a little girl at one point. Hahaha.”
Kara looked from Jay to Richie and was hysterical laughing. Richie locked eyes with her and paused. His smile faded and Kara saw the heat in his eyes. She had gotten used to seeing that look. That look was the prelude to the most amazing, kinkiest sex she’d ever had.
She bit her lip.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot the scream.” Jay let out a loud laugh also. “All of a sudden Logan goes to—”
“Oh, no. Is he telling that hunting story again?” Logan yelled from inside the pool, a grin on his face. When Kara looked his way he said, “He’s a habitual liar. Don’t believe a word he says.” They shared a laugh, then Logan gave Heath his attention and he pulled the kid around the shallow end of the pool, telling him to kick.
“Yeah, you wish,” Jay shot back. “So, he goes to the other side of his truck and comes back around with his shotgun and waits and waits. We’re still talking. I vaguely acknowledge him. Then all of a sudden, BAM! Shot goes flying all over and we’re all deaf from the proximity of the blast.”
“Me and Jay duck for cover. Doug tried too but he wound up getting peppered with shot,” Richie picked up the story. “I look up and see smoke coming out of Logan’s barrel and a satisfied smile on his face.” They all began laughing hard.
“I got that son-of-a-bitch right in its body. It blew apart and went every which way,” Logan said as he walked up to them holding Heath’s hand.
“Daddy? What’s some-a-bitch?”
Logan’s eyes grew wide and his jaw hung, and the others just couldn’t stop laughing.
“No, Heath. Don’t repeat that.”
“But what does it mean?”
“It’s a bad word. Don’t repeat it.” He scooped Heath up and sat him on a bar stool just as Richie brought up some crackers for him and poured a cup of apple juice. He then handed Logan a beer.
“So what did you shoot?” Kara turned to Logan and asked as she brought her Margarita to her lips.
“A bee.”
Margarita started spraying from Kara’s mouth and she put her hand in front of it. “A bee? You shot a bee?”
“I hate bees.” Logan shrugged and grinned.
“Yeah, but, come on, tell her you were still upset. Come on.” Jay said, his grin reaching his eyes.
“What?” Logan grinned then took a sip of his beer.
Kara swung her head back and forth be
tween the two like she was watching a tennis match.
“Jay bagged a ten point buck that Logan said was his,” Richie said. Everyone looked to Richie.
“It was!” Logan said. “I’d been scoping it for over a hundred yards.”
“I was tracking it for a hundred yards,” Jay said.
“It was coming closer to me,” Logan said.
“If you didn’t have that old Winchester, you could have taken a shot at it while it was further away,” Jay said.
“I ain’t giving up my shotgun. I told ya that.”
“Oh, here we go. Guys, you gotta let it go,” Richie said. He turned to Kara. “Swim?”
She nodded as she smiled at the boys. They were arguing but it seemed like playful banter.
Richie removed his shirt as they walked over to the deep end of the pool. As soon as he flung it on a lounge chair, Kara grabbed his arm and walked into him. “Mmmm, Richie, I love seeing your body—” She brought her hands up to his chest and caressed it. “—and feeling you up.”
She looked up and he brought his lips down to hers as he brought a hand up and through her hair drawing her in close, a hand roaming her body, settling on her ass.
“Hey knock it off over there!” Logan said.
They turned around to see Logan covering his son’s eyes with a silly grin on his face.
“Daaaad, daaaad!” Heath unsuccessfully tried to pry his father’s hands from his eyes.
Richie looked to Kara, shaking his head laughing, then he walked with her to the edge of the pool. She wasn’t expecting it, but Richie scooped her up and threw her in. He jumped in right after her and swam to her, grabbing her sunglasses that got away and was floating nearby. She swatted him away with one hand as she pushed her hair out of her face with her other, giggling.
They looked up to see a shirtless Jay slowly walking down the steps on the shallow end of the pool. His long denim shorts slowly getting wet. The water must have been a bit cold for him. His rail-thin torso had goose bumps on it and his defined, yet, skinny arms did as well. Both of his pierced nipples were hard as a rock and stood out against the starburst tats that circled them. When he turned around, before falling backward into the water, Kara saw a large tattoo of a Native American Indian with a feathered headdress. He had black tears coming down from his eyes. The tat took up the whole back and it was a beautiful work of art. When he rose up he allowed Kara to study it.
