Not Looking for Love: A Cowboy Romance (6 page)

“I thought I was gonna come when Anna Maria went down on you,” Richie whispered by her ear. He brought his hand under her short body-hugging dress and caressed her mound, feeling her dampness on her little thong. “Mmmm.”

Simone responded by spreading her legs a little more, as much as her leopard print dress would allow. She took a sip of her vodka and tonic, and grinned. “I think the steaks need to be flipped.”

“I think you need to be flipped over this table,” he said, applying pressure to her clit.

She sucked in air and licked her lips.

Richie let out a little laugh as he strode over to the grill, opened the lid, and flipped. The aroma of the finest cut of beef with a hint of the butter Richie had brushed on, rising with the smoke was mouth-watering.

“That smells amazing, Richie.”

“Almost as good as you,” he said to her.

She got up and walked over to the backyard kitchen that rivaled any indoor kitchen except for the one in this house and retrieved a couple of plates and utensils. She set up a couple of place settings, then made herself and him another drink. They had just come from Velocity Studios where Simone invited him in to watch her film a scene with the voluptuous Italian bombshell, Anna Maria, the newest starlet under contract, and Peter Peck.

The scene had called for Anna Maria to go down on Simone while Anna Maria was getting hammered from behind. If Simone was the one who was to get hammered, she never would have invited him to watch. She’d have been embarrassed, but couldn’t explain why. The director was so pleased with Simone’s performance he boasted about how convincing she was when she came.

Richie plated the steaks in a gold rimmed serving dish and walked over to the table and sat down, taking a sip of his new drink while Simone placed a big helping of the salad she had prepared into their dishes.

“Thanks for allowing me to see some filming. It was very interesting… and very hot. I have to agree with your director, you were very convincing. Did you really come?”

She sat back down. “Women don’t do it for me… But, uh, whenever I was looking at you, I pictured you going down on me.” She winked. “So yeah, I came.”

He sucked in a breath. “Oooohh.” He waggled his eyes as he chuckled. “You gotta love your job, huh?” he asked as he put a filet mignon on her plate next to her salad.

She laughed. “It’s a job. Thank you.”

He took the other steak and put it in his plate, then picked up his drink. “Bon Appetite.”

They clinked glasses and sipped. Wiping his mouth with his napkin, after setting his drink down, he picked up his knife and fork. “So tell me how you got into the business.”

Simone had just placed a piece of steak in her mouth. When she finished chewing and wiped her mouth she let out a short snort. “It wasn’t like I aspired to be a porn star.”

He looked from his plate to her and offered a most charming smile.

“But, yes, I admit I was at my most vulnerable at the time. My father wouldn’t help me, and I don’t blame him. It was my problem not his.” She picked up her glass which was half filled and downed it.

Richie rose up. “Let me get you another—”

“No, I’m good.” She cut him off. “I’d rather have water.”

Before Richie sat, he reached for the bottle of sparkling water that had been on the table and poured it into the water glass sitting next to her lowball glass.

She looked from him to her glass than back to him again as he sat back down. “Thank you…After I graduated high school, I moved out here to live with my father, but he had just remarried and I felt like I was in the way, so I moved in with Tanya, a girl I worked with at the part-time job I got when I first arrived. Her roommate had moved out.”

“Where’d you work?”

“A local coffee shop.”

He didn’t move, just kept staring at her.

“Anyway, at that time she transitioned from the coffee shop to making porn movies. I didn’t know at first, but it didn’t bother me so much and I even started hanging out with her friends and co-workers and began dating an older friend of hers.”

“How old?”

“Nineteen years older than me.”

“Whoa. What are you twenty-two, right?”

“Yes.”

“Was he a porn star?”

“No. He worked as a bouncer at Bar One.”

Richie nodded, he knew the trendy nightclub on the boulevard.

“Well, Tanya moved out to live with her boyfriend and Matt moved in with me. He lost his job and things were getting tight so he asked if I could open up a credit card in my name. He said he couldn’t get credit while unemployed. After a few months he asked again, even though I asked him to slow down with the spending. I needed money for my second year of college and I had already taken out a loan for my first year. Unknown to me a few months later he used my information and opened up yet another credit card. I didn’t know about it, I’d never seen the bill.” She paused. “Long story short, I couldn’t get any more loans for school so I had to drop out after only one year. I got a job as a secretary but it didn’t pay enough. We always seemed to be strug— no, correct that, I always seemed to struggle with the bills. He was always sharply dressed and seemed to never have a care in the world.”

“Drink?” Richie picked up his glass as he rose up.

“Yes, I’d like that drink now, thanks.”

“Go on,” he said from the outdoor kitchen, underneath a permanent structured roof with the same tiles as the roof of the house.

“Tanya introduced me to Poppy Tate and his wife, and they told me I could make a lot of money doing some film work. I said no at first, but when my boyfriend left me for, get this, a porn star, I called Poppy.” She shrugged as she mindlessly moved her food around on her plate with her fork. “I was broke, and had not made rent in three months. I knew I’d be homeless.” She began to twirl her hair, a habit she had when she was nervous and fidgety. She picked up her glass of water and downed it.

“How long ago?”

“About nine, ten months ago... He left me in debt.” She shrugged again.

Richie placed her drink down in front of her and took a sip of his as he sat down. He brought his elbows up on the table and fisted one hand and covered it with the other. “How much?”

“A lot.” She stared him down and he knew she wasn’t going to divulge that information.

“Was that Baldy?”

She tilted her head. “What?”

“Who was the guy in Aruba?”

“Oh, Baldy.” She snickered. “Yes, that was Matt. We were fighting all the time and he booked the trip to try and salvage what we had, or so he had me believe. I didn’t know till after I signed with Poppy that he and Poppy were good friends and Poppy paid for the trip in order for Matt to work on me to sign up. In defense of Poppy, he didn’t know Matt kept that little information a secret from me and I believe him. Poppy’s been nothing but professional with me.”

“So how long is your contract with Velocity for?”

“Five films or five years. I was hesitant at first but when Poppy offered me a signing bonus and allowed me to add some stipulations, I signed.”

“What were the stipulations?”

She rose up without looking at him and began cleaning off the table.

“No anal?”

She nodded. “Right. Not on film. Never tried it but I’m open to it.” She winked. “And no swallowing, no French kissing, and various other little things. I was shocked they went for it. Later, Poppy told me how much he wanted to sign me. Said I was gonna make him a lot of money.” She shrugged again.

“What were you going to school for?” Richie asked as he helped clear the table.

“Interior design.” She followed him into the kitchen.

He nodded as he plopped the dishes down in the sink.

She hip-bumped him to move him gently aside. “You cooked, I’ll clean.”

“Just rinse them off and throw them in the dishwasher,” he said as he walked over to the island and picked up his ringing cell phone. He looked to her. “Excuse me,” he said then he walked into the living room to take his mom’s call.

When Kara was done, she peeked into the living room. Richie was sitting on the couch, flipping his cell phone and looked up to see her. “Come here.” He smiled as he slid over and set his phone down on the marble end table. As soon as she sat he threw an arm around her and brought her close and whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait anymore, I’m gonna fuck you right here.” He started placing little kisses on her ear and trailed them down to her neck. “And I’m open to taking your sweet ass,” he said as he began to unbuckle his belt. “But not now.”

Simone got up, turned around and sat on his lap, and wiggled her butt into his erection as he fumbled with his zipper. “Don’t toy with me, woman. You’re playing with fire.”

Her chest rose at his soft sensual voice as she uttered a sultry moan.

He rose up with her on his lap and when she planted her legs on the rug he raised her dress up over her hips and caressed her bare cheeks, even dipping a hand down the crack of her butt behind her thong and not stopping till he reached her clitoris, moaning as he felt her wetness. Swirling a long tapered finger around her clit he felt her legs grow weak and he chuckled as he steadied her, then he slid down her thong, with her help, and tossed it aside. She buckled again when he fingered her pussy. “Yeah, you want it, baby, don’t you? You’re practically dripping.” His voice a gravelly whisper.

“She moaned when he flicked her clit.

“Say it.” He shoved two fingers inside her.

She gasped, not expecting it. “I want it,” she said, barely audible.

“Make me believe it.” He pulled her hair and she moaned as her juices coated his hand. “Oh, you like that.”

“Yes! I want it,” she practically screamed.

“Climb up,” he said as he let go of her hair.

She had no idea what he meant, but she gasped when he placed an arm around her waist and lifted her. “Hands and knees on the table,” he said as he helped her, spreading her knees wide, then stepped back to view her.

The coolness from the marble coffee table tempered the heat rolling off her body.

“Pretty,” he said as he tore open a condom he had in his pants pocket and sheathed up. Grabbing his dick, he aimed it at her opening and moved back to her and with a grunt, he thrust inside of her, holding her because he knew the force would have sent her over the table, and briefly paused as he felt her tight walls surround him.

She gasped, whimpered, and, stilled, but he just thought it was out of pleasure.

On a breath, he let loose, pounding her over and over for almost five minutes, periodically changing up the angle and speed. With one hand holding her hip, he changed it up to long slow deep thrusts as he looked down at his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. He began slapping her ass, then spread her cheeks and traced her sphincter with a finger as his grunts became loud.

She knew he was getting his down and dirty on. Sucking breath between her teeth, she said, “Give me all you got… Harder… Fuck me good, Richie. I wanna come all over your beautiful cock.”

This only egged him on, and he began pulling her to him with each thrust as he picked up the rhythm again, slamming her down on him.

She felt him, she felt him deep and the painful pleasure engulfed her. She knew by his short breaths and grunts that he was going to explode.

He pushed her upper body down, her cheek rested on the cool table, and leaned over her as he came. He went from driving her relentlessly to stilling and stiffening as he threw his hands down on the table on either side of her head. Even before she caught her breath he pulled out of her and she screamed and her legs shook.

“Simone! You all right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I can’t seem to move.” She let out a nervous giggle.

He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her off the table and against his body as he turned her around. Her legs were shaky and he didn’t let go. On the contrary, he pulled her in tight and whispered by her ear. “I got ya… You are an amazing fuck. You make me lose control… Did you…?” He pulled back to look into her eyes as he grabbed his dick, holding onto the condom threatening to slip off. “You came, right?”

She bit her lip. No she didn’t come. She was quite sore but didn’t want to tell him. He was done and she understood. She nodded. “I’m good, Richie.” She bent and picked up her clothes, then started getting dressed.

“Okay,” he said, but he wasn’t convinced. He walked to the kitchen and removed the condom, tossing it in the garbage pail.  When he was done, he grabbed the sponge from the little drawer in front of the sink, ran it under some water, and squirted a little dish detergent from the built in pump on the side of the sink.

“I got it,” Kara said from behind him and took the sponge from him. She walked back to the living room and cleaned the table.

When they were done tidying up, Richie grabbed a bottle of wine, opened it, and grabbed some glasses. He turned on the pool lights, threw on his favorite country music station, and dimmed some of the landscape lights.

“Come on.”

She followed him out. They sat by the pool just sipping wine, each in their own thought.