Not Looking for Love: A Cowboy Romance (25 page)

Kara and Richie did christen her bed that night and if it wasn’t for Richie being with her when first going back to the apartment, she would never have returned. As it were it took two days of Richie being there before she felt comfortable.

With three weeks to kill before starting her new job at Madison Designs Kara was able to go with Richie to the motorcycle rally up in Sturgis, South Dakota. He and Logan had been attending it for the past few years and she was thrilled he invited her. This was where she got close to Melanie, Logan’s girlfriend.

The first day there was a bit hairy. Logan and Melanie had some sort of fight, but they managed to work it out before that evening.

That evening was a blast. They met up with Jay from Satan’s Skull and Richie’s friends, Doug and Donna, at the large campground on the other side of town. She witnessed Richie letting loose, something he rarely did. He drank a lot and had everyone in stitches. When Kara remarked she had never seen him like this, Logan told her only his close friends had ever seen him in that state and they knew they’d have a hell of a time that night.

Whenever Richie looked to Kara, he’d wink or smile. And at one point he made out with her in the middle of everyone. That was something he had never done before. A quick kiss here and there, and they held hands, but a full on make-out session, uh-uh.

As the sun set, the group moved to a stage  to watch the band that started playing and the girls were invited up on stage to dance.

After the band finished their set, the couples walked over to another stage to watch the girl on girl show, and split up as they watched. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the stage as the girls simulated sexual acts and teased the onlookers up front, allowing some of them to touch them. Richie was so horny, he stuck his hand down Kara’s shorts and fingered  her as he kept whispering things in her ear, like “You wanna lick pussy, don’t you, you dirty girl” and “I’m gonna fuck your ass so good, you’ll have a hard time walking tomorrow.” By the time the show was over she couldn’t walk, she was so weak from coming over and over again with just his fingers.

She couldn’t wait to take his cock and all he had to do was look in her eyes to know it. They always turned darker and glassy looking when she wanted him.

He dragged her to a private area, well, semi private between two campers on the side of the road. It was dark and all anyone could make out were their silhouettes. They kept hearing voices as people walked by. It didn’t bother them; in fact it turned them on more as he pushed her to her knees and whipped out his dick. She ate him with so much hunger and it didn’t take him long to come. He was so turned on he didn’t need much time to recover, he needed to fuck her. By the time he helped her out of her shorts, he was ready. He spun her around, bent her over and fell to the ground as he swirled his tongue on her puckered anus before swiftly standing and shoving inside her. They rocked and moaned as he explored inside her ass with two fingers scissoring, not caring they were loud, not caring about the giggles and lewd jokes they heard from passersby.  First she screamed then he grunted loud as he came inside of her. They dressed quickly and giggled as they walked from between the two campers and kept their heads down with smiles on their faces as cheers erupted from a pretty big gathering of perverts.

The next morning they both had splitting headaches and their bodies hurt more.

That afternoon Kara and Melanie, in nothing but bikinis and fringed chaps, sat at a table outside a saloon in town, sipping drinks and talking as their guys were watching chicks in bikinis washing their bikes while waiting on Doug and Donna who were late.

Kara never told anyone her previous profession, but when Melanie asked about her and Richie’s relationship, she came out with it. Told her everything. How they first met, how he paid for her college, and even how he kept asking her to marry him. And because she never discussed it with anyone, not even Lauren, she heard another point of view. One that she’d give much thought to in the coming days. And another thing crossed her mind, Melanie didn’t judge her. Their friendship only grew from that point on.

Two days after getting back from their trip Richie and Logan picked up a horse from Cord McCreedy and brought it back to Logan’s stables. Richie sat in Logan’s office with him and Melanie and sipped a glass of scotch from the bottle Logan always kept in the bottom drawer of his desk.

Richie removed his Stetson and placed it on the desk as he raked his hand through his hair in frustration. “What do I gotta do? Why does she keep refusing to marry me…? I know she loves me.” He let out a sigh then drained his glass of the amber liquid before reaching for the bottle and pouring himself another. He looked to Logan, tipping the bottle toward him.

“I don’t know,” Logan said shaking his head as he brought his arms up to stretch before clasping his hands behind his head.

“I know why she won’t marry you.”

Both Richie and Logan swung their heads to Melanie who was sitting on the same side of the desk as Richie. When she didn’t say anything more the two of them talked over each other.

“What did she tell you?” Richie had said.

“Well?” Logan asked.

Melanie let out a little giggle but wondered if she should have opened her mouth. Well, she couldn’t take it back now, she was sure neither one of them would let her drop it. “She’s afraid she’s going to ruin you if someone finds out she’s a porn star.”

“Ex, and she told you?” Richie was taken aback. Then he looked to Logan. “You told her?”

Logan brought his hands back down and shook his head. “No. No, I didn’t say anything.”

Melanie harrumphed. “She told me while you boys were getting your bikes washed by girls in bikinis. She caught you staring at this one pretty girl. She also thinks you’d leave her when a sophisticated woman catches your eye.”

Richie leaned back in his chair feeling defeated. She was the most sophisticated woman he knew. He rose up and turned around as Logan and Melanie looked on. He turned back and shrugged, blowing out a breath as he brought a hand up to his face and rubbed his five o’clock shadow. “She’s never gonna get over it, is she?”

Neither Logan nor Melanie replied.  

He picked up his hat, plopped it on his head, and walked toward the door. “Tell Cord I want the horse. Later,” he said, and then he was gone.

Richie walked to his horse trailer and opened the door then went to Logan’s small paddock where the horse he just purchased was galloping around and when the horse spotted him the horse stopped and stood still. When Richie walked up to him he moved back and Richie quickly walked to his side as he spoke softly to him. He took a step back then moved close to him. He did this a few times and by the time he was done, the horse was curious and stepped closer to him and he allowed Richie to rub his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go home,” Richie said as he attached a lead rope to the halter he placed on him under his bridle and walked him over to his trailer. He loaded him into the trailer as Logan and Melanie came out of Logan’s office.

“How old is that bay mare you were telling me about?” Richie asked Logan.

“Eight and a half. She’s beautiful, and very obedient.”

“She’s the Arabian, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How big?”

“fourteen and half hands. Pretty head with a long neck. She’s a good horse.”

“Okay. I want her for Kara.”

“Okay, I’ll call Lane and get it going.”

“Thanks.” He moved over to Melanie. “Bye, sweetheart.” He gave her a kiss. “Talk to you later,” he addressed Logan, then he hopped in his truck and pulled away.

Richie and Chuck, got the horse situated in his new home, then he drove over to Kara’s apartment. He let himself in and waited for her to come home from work and as he sat there thinking about what he was going to say to her, even blast her for, he just couldn’t do it when she walked through that door. She was so happy to see him there, it put a smile on his face and he quickly rethought what he was going to do. A thought did cross his mind while waiting for her and at that point he planned to follow through on it. With his connections and competent people working for him, it could be done.

The week after their trip to Sturgis, Richie and Logan had a scheduled trip to Corpus Christie with Heath, and Melanie stayed at Richie’s house with Kara. The two of them met up with Logan’s sister for dinner one of those nights and the girls shopped the next day. All that took place under the watch of Richie’s security team because Melanie was having trouble with an old boyfriend.

When the boys got back on Sunday night, they found the girls in Richie’s living room, painting their nails and drinking Kara’s strong Margaritas. Melanie was quite drunk and she spilled the beans to the boys that they were talking about how much they loved their guys.

After Logan and Melanie left, Richie helped Kara clean up then poured himself a scotch and impatiently waited for her to walk back into the living room from the kitchen. Once she did, he called her over to him as he sat on the couch with a bulge between his legs.

She didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed her ass and slammed her up and down on him, wanting more. His gasps quickened, her moans became high pitched. With a burst of energy, he lifted himself up with her still riding him and walked to the nearest wall and pinned her there.

“Yeah!” He thrust as he placed one hand on the wall. “That’s it, baby, squeeze me,” he said as he reached in-between them and fiddled her clit. “Oh, yeah, just like… Ohhh!” He grunted as he thrust three more times then stilled inside her. Resting his forehead against hers their labored breathing was all that could be heard. He kissed her deeply then smiled as he slowly eased out of her.

She dropped her legs and buckled. He held her.

“I got ya, baby.”

“You always do, Richie.” She smiled and gave him a couple of quick kisses as she hugged him then left him to go to the bathroom.

Richie, watched her sexy ass as he walked to the coffee table and picked up his scotch on the rocks and downed it. He ran to the hall table and pulled out the little black box, the same little black box that he had presented to her time and time again. This could be the right time. He felt it.

He looked up when he heard her walk into the room. He watched as she lithely walked to him in nothing but her birthday suit. He couldn’t look away. She still mesmerized him like the first time he ever laid eyes on her in Aruba all those years ago, and in that smoke filled strip club he and Logan had stopped in for a drink up in Fort Worth where, as complete strangers she let him finger her.

She had those long sexy legs attached to curvy hips with a small waist. And her breasts, a hand full, just the right size with nipples that grew large when aroused, easy for sucking and tugging on. He never tired of her body, always craving more and happy he talked her out of getting breast enhancements. 

He walked toward her sporting a hard-on; he was so ready to go again with her. As she walked toward him he noticed her smile turn into a frown. He damn well knew it wasn’t because of his erection. It was the box he had in his hand, opened, to show a large round diamond ring with baguette diamonds all around it. She stopped dead in her tracks and shook her head.

“Oh, come on, Kara! How many times are you gonna make me ask you? Just marry me already.”

She moved her body up to his and grabbed his cock. Stroking it, she moved her mouth to his ear and said in a tantalizing voice, “I’ll blow you, I’ll fuck you, and I’ll make you do bad things to me, but I’m not going to marry you.” She swirled her tongue around his ear.

His cock grew another inch just hearing her sultry voice, his head, however, registered another rejection from her. Guess which one won out. He flung the little black box down on the coffee table and with one hand he grabbed the back of her head, and his other hand he caressed her slit, her wetness pulling him in as he took her lips in a long, drawn out kiss.

He walked backward toward the couch and turned her around. “Stick that butt in my face, woman.”

She knelt on the seat cushion, spread her legs, and stuck her butt out and held on to the top of the couch. She knew she was in for a wild ride and couldn’t wait.

He feasted on her, leaving no crack or crevice unturned. Besides their moans, her wetness and his sucking were the only sounds you heard. He licked her clit, then circled it as he fingered her butt hole. When she let out a little scream, he sucked her juices and pushed his finger inside her. He couldn’t get enough.

A moment later, licking the wetness all around his lips, he stopped all action and Kara gasped, about to turn around and protest, but she heard him open a condom packet. He quickly sheathed up, and she gasped again as he rammed himself into her so hard the couch tipped.

She bucked into him as she played with her clit and she screamed again when he shoved his finger back in her anus and moved it in and out. He pulled out of her pussy and slowly squeezed himself into her butt. Before long he was taking long strokes in and out of her as he reached in front of her and flicked her clit until it was big enough to grab between his thumb and forefinger and he pulled and tweaked it at the same time he moved in and out of her. The sensation always set her off and she couldn’t stop shuddering, it was a more intense orgasm then a vaginal one. The only problem was she always came too fast, she had no control whatsoever.

Her orgasm set him off, and he came on a long loud grunt then collapsed on her, his legs weak.

When he slowly pulled out, still winded, he thought about how he could get this beautiful smart woman to be his wife. There was no other woman he wanted to spend his life with.