Richie caught Julianna’s arm as she slipped through the bedroom slider door. He threw his clothes to the floor, and spun her around quickly, slamming her against the wall, though not hard enough to hurt her. He pressed himself against her. “You do not run away from me,” he said sternly. Julianna gasped at the harshness of his voice. Only his eyes told her that he was playing; already into his role.
Seeing the shock on Julianna’s face, Richie asked softly, “Baby, are sure you want to play this game with me?”
Julianna dropped her clothes and wrapped her arms around Richie’s neck. “Oh, Hell yeah. If you do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you.” She kissed him gently. “I trust you, Rich.”
“I didn’t give you permission to use my name,” he said, getting right back into the game. He spun her so her hands were pressed against the wall, and gave her ass a sharp slap.
Julianna made a small moaning noise in the back of her throat, and cast her eyes downward; but not before a smile crept across her face. She said softly, “I am sorry, master.”
Richie smiled. This woman is a keeper, he thought. He rarely got to indulge in this kind of role play; and he really enjoyed it. He wrapped Julianna’s hair around his wrist and pulled her head back so he could suck at her neck. “You will be forgiven this one transgression,” he growled into her ear, “but no more.” He pulled her by her hair over to the bed. Unwinding her hair from his arm, he commanded, “Lie down on the bed.”
As Julianna hurried to comply, Richie went through the room, collecting the scarves that were strewn about. He dropped the pile of silk on the bed next to Julianna’s head, and left the room without another word. Julianna’s heart was pounding as she eyed the silk, and considered the possibilities. Richie was playing this as well as he did the other. Her pulse was racing. Where the hell did he go? Several long minutes later, Richie reappeared in the doorway. His approach was so quiet, she didn’t hear him coming. When he talked to her, it surprised her, and she jumped.
“Close your eyes, and keep them shut,” he commanded. Julianna complied. Placing the items he’d brought back with him on the nightstand, Richie smiled at the sight before him. Picking up one of the silk scarves, he sat next to Julianna’s prone form and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. “This is so you won’t have to remember to keep your eyes closed,” he said.
“Thank you, master,” Julianna said, in a properly submissive tone.
Richie ran a finger lightly across Julianna’s lips, and felt them trembling. Richie whispered, “Are you sure you’re OK?” Julianna nodded. Richie let his fingers trail light tracks across Julianna’s face and neck. The calluses on his fingertips rasped against Julianna’s soft skin, making her shiver. Julianna tried to relax under Richie’s gentle touch, but was she was tensed inside, waiting for whatever came next. Richie kept her waiting, however, stroking her arms and legs, her stomach, and back to her neck and face. He watched as her features tensed and relaxed, over and over. Smiling, he removed his hands from her altogether.
When Richie got up off the bed, Julianna’s head turned to where he had been. She could hear him moving softly around the room. She tried to keep track of where he was, but it was difficult. She felt a whisper-soft brush of silk against one of her wrists a moment before it pulled comfortably snug against her skin. Her arm jerked upward toward the headboard, and her instinctual reaction was to resist. Richie chuckled, and leaned in to talk directly into Julianna’s ear as he secured the scarf to the bed.
“It is useless to resist, my dear,” he said. “I am bigger than you, stronger than you, and faster than you. I’m afraid there is no escape for you; not until I’m through. Do you understand me?”
Julianna nodded, and swallowed roughly. “I understand, master.”
“Good. Now, no more talking. Or do I have to gag you too?” Richie kinda hoped she would verbally answer him. When she didn’t, when she just shook her head, he laughed. “It really doesn’t matter what you say or do. If I want to gag you, I will. In fact…” he said, pausing for effect. “Nah,” he decided. “I want your mouth free.” Richie used one more scarf to secure Julianna’s other wrist to the headboard. To her credit, Julianna didn’t utter a sound or resist in any way. Her heart was racing; the anticipation was killing her.
Richie sat by Julianna’s head and kissed her mouth softly, licking at her lips. “Now, my dear,” he said, his voice deliciously husky, “I am ready to begin.”
Chapter 38: Caught
Chapter 37: Naughty Games
Jon announced they were done for the evening. “We know what we need to do, and can get cracking tomorrow for real. We’ll record the versions we selected, and I can mix them later. For now, I think it’s time to call it a night. We’ll be back in the morning.”
Each of the guys gave Julianna a kiss and a big hug. They were all excited about the collaboration being a success, but more so about the effect she was having on Richie. He was more himself since she came into their lives. Richie was the last to leave the studio.
“I have some things to take care of, but can I see you later?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” Julianna said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You know where to find me.”
An hour later, Julianna was sitting in the yard, reflecting on the evening’s work. She had showered and changed into her favorite gown and robe, the same ones she was wearing the night she met the whole band for the first time. She heard a slight rustling at the gate moments before Richie stepped through. He looked like a sinful angel. There was simply no other description. He was wearing a white silk shirt open to mid-chest; showing off the tanned color of his skin perfectly. It was molded to his strong arms and chest. The shirt was tucked into slim-cut tight jeans that hugged him in all the right places. His hair was damp and curling around the collar of his shirt. The day’s growth of stubble shadowed his cheeks and chin, giving him a dangerous look. Battered boots completed the look.
Julianna’s pace quickened, and she unconsciously licked her lips. Richie crossed to her and wrapped her in a tight embrace. He kissed her as if his life depended on it. When they finally broke apart, Julianna’s mind could form only one coherent thought: “take me now.”
Richie pulled back, with a smile on his lips. “You got it.”
Julianna hadn’t realized she had said the words out loud. “Oh God,” she moaned.
Richie chuckled. “Now, don’t go getting ahead of me, baby,” he teased, with a voice thick and gravelly with desire. He slipped the robe from her shoulders, revealing a nearly sheer nightgown beneath. He exhaled sharply, and gathered her close for another kiss. When he slipped a long, exquisite finger under each shoulder strap, she shuddered. “If you don’t touch me now,” Julianna said on ragged breaths, “I’m gonna die.” Richie slid the thin filaments from her shoulders, and the gown pooled at her feet.
Standing naked in the moonlight with the man who had fueled her fantasies for more years than she’d like to admit had Julianna getting aggressive. She yanked Richie’s shirt open and peeled it off his shoulders. She threw it behind her, not noticing that it landed in a rose bush. Its thorns snagged on the fine silk.
“That’s two shirts you owe me,” Richie said with a chuckle.
Julianna let her hands roam over his ripped torso. She traced the tattoos on his arms and planted a juicy open-mouthed kiss on his chest. Richie closed his eyes and rested his hands on Julianna’s hips; reveling in the sensation of her exploration. Julianna kissed her way to Richie’s neck while she worked the button on his jeans. The sound of the zipper rasping cut through the night. She reached inside the denim to find his silk-covered length, hard and pulsing. She kissed her way back down his chest, dropping to her knees in front of him, dragging the rest of his clothes with her. She took him into her mouth, one hand cupping his balls, the other squeezing his ass.
Richie groaned, “Oh, God, Julianna…”
Julianna looked up at him. “Now, don’t go getting ahead of me, baby,” she purred, echoing his earlier words back at him.
“Then you’d better cut that out, you witch,” Richie whispered.
“OK, for now,” she agreed, slowly rising to press her mouth to his, her body to his. His cock pressed at the apex of her legs. He could feel her wetness; her readiness for him. He lifted her leg to circle his hips and pushed himself into her moist heat. Neither moved for a moment, marveling at the feeling. Then, oh so slowly, they started their dance.
Julianna’s strong leg muscles anchored her to Richie. He braced his hands on her slim hips and slowly stroked in and out of her. Each motion had her moaning, her hands tightening on his shoulders. He could feel her muscles contracting, squeezing him impossibly tight. “Darlin?” he questioned, with a strangled voice.
“I’m with you, baby; let it go.”
That was all he needed to hear. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied into her, triggering her own climax. Still joined, Julianna lowered her leg to the ground. “Holy Hell,” she said, looking into his eyes.
Richie grinned and dropped a kiss on her nose. “I couldn’t agree more.” He pulled her close, and shifted to slip from her body, making her squeak and shiver. “Sensitive, are we?” he teased.
“Yup,” she said. Reaching down between them, she grabbed him and scored a fingernail across his tip, making him jump. Smiling she countered, “I’m not the only one, I see.”
Richie growled and crushed her mouth in a soul-searing kiss. Julianna’s hand hadn’t stopped its gentle assault on his body, and soon he was hard again. Gently pushing him back until he sat on one of the benches, Julianna straddled his lap and took him inside her again. Her climax was immediate and powerful. She rode Richie while he kissed first one breast than the other. When she couldn’t take the torture any more, she leaned back, her long hair tickling Richie’s calves. When Julianna felt that Richie was on the brink, she stopped moving and just looked at him, searching his face. Richie whimpered in protest.
Julianna gracefully dismounted and sunk down to her knees in front of him. His eyes, glassy with passion, closed as he felt Julianna’s mouth close over him. She could taste herself on him. Purring contentedly to herself, Julianna set to work. Richie fisted his hands in her hair, trying to speed her rhythm. He was in such a state of sweet agony; he didn’t think he’d survive it. Julianna, instead of speeding up, slowed her motions and sucked harder. The moans coming from Richie’s throat made her smile. Remembering the morning’s episode in the shower, she thought to herself, time to see if he’ll really play.
Julianna stopped her ministrations to look up at him. “You okay, baby?” she asked.
“Almost,” he answered, his breathing ragged, his entire body tense.
“What do you need, baby?” she asked sweetly.
By way of answer, Richie grabbed her head and arched toward her.
“Uh-uh sweetheart,” she said, pushing his hips back down and pressing delicate kisses along his thighs. “I need the words. Tell me,” she said between kisses. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it.”
Richie dropped his hands, opened his eyes, and looked directly at Julianna, who was grinning mischievously. “I need – no I want – to fuck your mouth.”
“’I want to fuck your mouth’, what?” she countered in a stern voice, squeezing his balls. Though not enough to really hurt, the pressure made him writhe on the bench.
“I want to fuck your mouth, please?”
Julianna laughed a breathy laugh against Richie’s stomach. “Nice try,” she said. When Richie didn’t say anything more, she prompted him. “Mistress,” she said.
Richie’s pulse jumped, and his breathing quickened. Oh yeah, he thought. He got right into the game. Relaxing his arms, and taking a submissive tone, he asked, “May I please fuck your mouth, mistress?”
Julianna smiled. Rich will play! “Yes, you may.” She took his hands, and put them back on her head. Poising herself over him, she waited for Richie to look into her eyes. She scratched her nails across his thighs hard enough to leave white trails against his sun-darkened flesh. He watched while she flicked her tongue over his glistening tip. Groaning, he brought himself up and into her mouth hard. She backed off immediately, and pinched his leg.
“What are you doing?” she asked him in an angry voice.
“I’m sorry, mistress. I couldn’t help myself.” Richie smiled. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”
“You’d better,” Julianna growled. She gripped his legs tightly, and accepted his length, sucking hard, torturing him with a slow and steady -rhythm. She could feel Richie’s legs tense. He was so close. Smiling again, she stopped. Very calmly, she sat back on her heels. Richie looked at her with disbelief. I’m being good!
Seeing her wicked grin, he surmised this was part of her game. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for the game to be over. “What did I do wrong, Mistress?” Richie was barely holding on. His voice was hardly a whisper.
“You didn’t ask to come in my mouth, just to fuck it,” she said.
Richie groaned and his cock twitched. “I’m sorry, Mistress. May I please fuck your mouth until I come?” He grinned ironically. “I promise, it won’t take long.”
Julianna tilted her head, considering his request. She took in the sight of him, gloriously naked, eyes glazed but stormy with passion, wonderfully sweaty, and completely hers. “Yes, you may.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” He waited for her to take him in her mouth again, and waited for her to put his hands on her head. While Julianna sucked hard on his member, he thrust quickly once, twice, then tensed and exploded in her mouth with a scream. “Oh God!”
Gentling her mouth, Julianna licked and kissed until Richie’s breathing evened out. With a final kiss on his taut stomach, Julianna rose to sit next to Richie on the bench. He took her hand and twined her fingers with his. She traced the tiny star tattoo on his hand. Neither said anything for a long moment. Lifting Julianna’s chin, Richie gently kissed her mouth. “That was incredible, Mistress.” He smiled.
“I hope you mean that, and aren’t freaked-out by the role-play thing,” Julianna said, unselfconsciously. “I did warn you that I have a slightly dark side, and, well, this is part of it. I figured you’d be OK with it after the shower, but if it’s not your thing -- ”
Richie cut her off with a kiss. “Baby, that was the most intense, most exciting – hell,” he looked her directly into her eyes. “I enjoyed every second of it, Julianna.”
“Good,” she said, flashing a satisfied grin. She stood up and gathered her nightclothes. “It’s getting late – we should get some sleep. Are you staying?”
Richie bent to gather his own clothes, and stood. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere – it’s my turn to be in charge,” he said with a wicked grin.
Julianna smiled wide. “You gotta catch me first!” She took off for the house.
Laughing, Richie followed.
Chapter 36: Duet
Back at the cottage, Richie barely had the truck turned off before Julianna was leaping from the truck, and striding toward the studio, wrapping her hair into a knot as she went. She turned around, and caught Richie staring at her. “What?” she demanded.
“Just want to watch you walk, baby. You’re pure poetry in motion.”
With a pleased blush, she ran back to him, hurled herself into his arms and kissed him. “You’re good for me, Sambora. Really good.” She kissed him once more for good measure, and pushed back from him.
“Ditto, babe,” Richie answered, linking his arm in hers, and walking with her to the studio.
Once inside, Julianna bent to unzip her boots. Richie stilled her hands. “Let me, he said. He knelt at her feet, and gently slid a hand up her skirt until he found the skin at the top of her boot. He slowly lowered the zipper, keeping his eyes locked on hers the whole time. Peeling the leather from her leg and foot he handed her the boot. He did the same with the other boot, and by the time he was done, both of them were breathing hard.
Julianna took a tentative step backwards on shaky legs. Leaving her boots at the door, went to the barre to stretch. With a leg up on the barre, Julianna stretched to touch her toes and in a husky voice, she said, “Rich, you’re gonna want to stretch out your shoulders and arms.”
Richie shucked his shoes, and padded over to her. He came in close behind Julianna and wrapped his arms around her body. “Show me,” he growled into her ear. Julianna shivered when he backed away from her. She led him through some basic stretches and got him a set of focus mitts, which were really large pads that slipped over the backs of his hands. After tightening the straps, she showed him how to hold the mitts for each of the punches in the combination she was going to do.
With each repetition of the combination, Richie and Julianna moved faster and faster, in perfect synch with each other, oblivious to their surroundings. A sheen of sweat covered Julianna’s face, and she could feel the rest of the tension slowly draining out of her. Richie could feel the power of the punches all the way to his shoulders. Julianna was right; his arms were going to be sore. It was well worth it, though – Julianna seemed to be relaxing.
She gradually slowed her pace, focusing on form rather than speed, and started grunting with each hit landed. With the last backfist punch, she let out a whoop. “That was just what I needed,” she said, leaning in to give Richie a kiss. “Suppose Jon can wait another 15 minutes for me to go jump into the shower?” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m pretty ripe.”
“If we can’t,” Jon’s voice replied from across the room, “I sure as hell am not going to be the one to tell you.”
Julianna turned to see Jon, Tico, and Dave on the stairs, staring at her. Grinning, she said, “And why not? I’m a perfectly reasonable woman.”
Dave laughed. “If that’s not an oxymoron, I don’t know what is.” He ducked behind Tico. “Don’t hit me!”
Julianna giggled. “I’ll have you know, I hardly ever hit my friends.”
Tico laughed. “Can you really be back here in 15 minutes?”
“Absolutely,” Julianna said smugly. “Time me.” With that, she sprinted from the studio. Bursting into her bedroom, she was flinging her clothes off as she crossed to the bathroom. She took a quick shower, washing the last of the sweat and anger from her. Drying off quickly, she pulled on low-riding jeans and a tank top. She was finger-combing her hair as she crossed the yard, and made it back to the studio with 30 seconds to spare.
Bolting up the stairs, she called out, “Made it!”
Jon made a show of looking at his watch, and he whistled. “That may be a new world’s record for a woman showering and changing. You did shower, right?” he smirked.
Julianna stalked over to him, stepped in very close, and exposed her neck to him. “Taste me; no sweat – I’m clean.”
Seeing the murderous look on Richie’s face, Jon laughed, and took a step back. “No, it’s OK, I believe you.”
Julianna stuck her tongue out at Jon, and lifted her arms to braid her hair. In doing so, the hem of her tank crept up, showing her tattoo. Tico, noticed first. “Hey Jules, what’s the ink?”
Julianna blushed. “Just something I had done years ago.” She yanked down the shirt, and sought out Richie’s eyes. He was grinning like a fool. She rolled her eyes. “Shit, here, have a look.” She raised her hem a little, and Tico leaned in.
“Nice work,” he said. “That kinda looks like – ” he looked up at Julianna, who was looking anywhere but at him.
“Looks like what?” Dave demanded.
Richie answered, crossing the room to Julianna, and looping an arm around her shoulders. “Julianna has honored me by decorating her body with my guitar and initials. She had it done, what,” he looked at her, “in the early 90’s?” She nodded.
Dave came over for a closer look. He traced his finger over the design, making Julianna jump. “Sorry, Jules. It is nice work, though.”
Jon cleared his throat. “If you guys are done ogling Jules’ ripped abs,” he winked at her and smiled his mega-watt smile, “perhaps we can get started? Rich, you and the tattooed lady sit here in the middle of the room and run through it a couple of times to get the feel for it. We’re going to do a couple of different versions, and we can go from there.”
Julianna blushed harder, and tried to pull down the hem of her tank. Richie stilled her hands, and muttered under his breath, “Don’t mind him; he’s just giving you a hard time. Means you’re part of the family now.” The two took up positions in the middle of the room on stools that were set up. Dave and Tico sat to listen. Jon sat at the desk with the music and his pencil. Richie grabbed the 12-string Julianna had given him earlier, and started to play. The music was so beautiful, Julianna almost missed her cue. She sang the first lines, her eyes locked on Richie’s, her voice in perfect harmony with Richie’s guitar.
Jon was watching them, a thoughtful look on his face. He could tell this was going to be a very successful collaboration. The chemistry between them was unmistakable, and the passion they felt for each other came through in their delivery of the lyrics. He listened to the next set of verses. Yep, this was definitely working out well.
When they were done, Jon applauded. “That was great. I knew this was a good idea. Hell, you don’t even really need the rest of us for this one – but you’ve got us.” He grinned. “Let’s run through the version for the show. Now that we know it sounds good with just a guitar and a voice, we know it will be fantastic with the whole band. Guys, let’s get to work.”
With that, they got down to business, each taking up their positions around the studio. They ran through the song a few times with Richie and Julianna singing, alternating who started singing first; one with Julianna and Jon, just for fun; then some with the standard Bon Jovi Jon-as-lead-Richie-as-background arrangement, just to hear the contrast. They broke once for pizza, but kept working long after the sun had set. Jon was nothing short of a perfectionist, and he was scrutinizing everyone’s performance. Probably more so, as he didn’t have a lead role in this song.
When they were finally done, Dave made a comment. “You were right, Boss; it is better as a boy-girl duet. And no offense, she sounds better with Rich than with you.” He shook his head. “It’s unnatural that you’re always right,” he grumbled.
Chapter 35: Recognition / Messing with Her Baby
Julianna looked at Richie’s watch. “If we want to be back by two, we should hit the road.” Richie nodded. Julianna continued, “You’re sure you don’t want to go out through the kitchen?”
“Hell, no. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, babe. Besides, it’s all part of the package.” He leaned in to whisper, “and, I believe, you do want the whole package, right?”
Julianna laughed softly, and returned a whispered, “Baby, I’ve had the whole package.” She flicked her eyes downward making Richie chuckle, and said, “and you’re right, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”
Richie laughed loudly, drawing more attention. He waved at the table closest to them, and the women there blushed, and turned back to their lunches. Richie grabbed Julianna’s hand, and led her out of the restaurant to the truck.
“Excuse me,” they heard from behind them. The pair turned to see a 40-something woman approaching. Richie smiled, turning on the ‘Rock Star’ switch. Jesus, that’s scary, Julianna thought. He’s a totally different man. The woman continued, “Are you Julianna Cavanaugh?”
Julianna smiled, unable to mask her surprise. “Yes, I am. How can I help you?”
The woman gushed, “I just wanted to tell you that my daughters and I just loved your last show, and they are so looking forward to Tommy & Gina. They just love Bon Jovi’s music, although I personally don’t get it.”
Richie stifled a laugh, and busied himself unlocking the truck. Julianna shook the woman’s hand. “Thank you very much, that’s very kind of you to say. We’ll be opening in just a few short months – I can’t believe it’s that close. If you can manage it, I’d suggest getting tickets for opening night. Your daughters will not be disappointed. It’ll be worth the extra hassle, I promise you.”
“I will for sure. Thank you again,” the woman said, and disappeared into the restaurant. Julianna waited until they were both in the truck before bursting out laughing.
“What is so damned funny,” Richie demanded.
“The look on your face when she recognized me and not you – especially after the reaction you got in the restaurant – well it was just priceless.” Julianna got herself under control. “Have a little bit of an ego, do we?”
“After more than 20 years, I think I’m entitled, don’t you?” he said with a grin.
“Yeah,” Julianna agreed, “you’re right.” She got herself together. “I’m really surprised she knew who I was. I’m pretty much a behind-the-scenes gal.”
“Maybe, but as founder of the Company, you’re in the literature and on the ‘Net.” Julianna stared at him, mouth gaping. Richie grinned sheepishly. “I wanted to learn more about your work. Why’d you never mention the Cavanaugh Foundation?”
Julianna had started the Foundation after Bring It On’s first successful run. She had wanted to give something back to the artistic community that had been so good to her family for several generations now. The Foundation provided talented kids the chance to study at Julliard, or to work internships with her Company.
“I didn’t think it was appropriate, and when exactly was I supposed to work it into the conversation? Anyway, it’s not something we really publicize. The family prefers to keep it low key, using BIO as the medium to tap wealthy patrons. Some of them are extremely generous.” She took a breath. “We really should get going, or we’re gonna be late.”
Richie leaned over to kiss Julianna. “There are so many facets to you, it’s just amazing. I feel I could spend a lifetime trying to see them all, but would only scratch the surface. You are a very intriguing woman, Ms. Cavanaugh.”
Julianna couldn’t respond right away; she was choked with emotion. After a few moments of silence, she managed to say, “That may just have been the nicest, the most complimentary thing anyone has ever said to me. You, Mr. Sambora, are an incredibly sweet, thoughtful, and wonderful man.” They came together for another kiss.
Conscious of the fact that they were sitting on the street in front of the restaurant, and that tinted windows only go so far toward privacy, Richie broke the kiss far sooner then he would have liked. He started the truck, and pointed it in the direction of the cottage. Julianna reached across the expansive front seat to take Richie’s hand in hers, “Next time we go somewhere,” she said, “either we take my car or use a service. I’m sitting much too far away from you.”
Richie laughed. “You got it, babe. Anything you say.”
They passed the time in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Neither really registered that the radio was on until the music gave way to entertainment news. Julianna turned in fully when she heard her ex-husband’s name.
“Turn that up!” she exclaimed, fully alert now.
“… Sources say that Mr. Valentino, best known for being the producer of television’s newest drama, New York Minute, has been seen hanging about at rehearsals for the upcoming Broadway show, Tommy & Gina, the brainchild of Valentino’s ex-wife, Julianna Cavanaugh. While we were unable to reach either Valentino or Cavanaugh for comment, rumor has it that the two may be planning to reconcile …”
“Son of a bitch!” Julianna exclaimed. “That bastard.” She dug her phone out of her bag, and hit the speed-dial for Stan at BIO. “Stan, what is this shit I’m hearing about Mark? Has he really been hanging around the theater?” She listened for a few minutes, her color getting high. Richie kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, and finally had to pull over to the side of the road – he wasn’t concentrating on driving anymore and he didn’t want to get them killed.
“I want rehearsals closed,” Julianna continued. “You heard me right. No press, no family, no friends, and especially no Mark. He’s not to get within even listening range of my show.” She listened more, her frustration growing. Fumbling for the door handle, she jumped from the truck and began pacing along the road’s shoulder. Richie got out too, and kept an eye on a very agitated Julianna. Damn, but she’s sexy when she’s angry.
“I don’t care if he offers the moon,” she shouted into the phone. “I do not want him anywhere near my company or my show. I’m pulling rank here, Stan. Ultimately, it’s my name on show, the building, and the company. I will go over the heads the board on this, I guarantee it.” She listened again. “Hell yes, this is personal,” she continued. “Listen to me. I will not allow that man to have anything to do with my – yes, my – theater company. Make this happen. Make him go away, or I’ll pull the plug on the entire thing.” Julianna waited while Stan completed his tirade. “Are you through? Good. I’ll take the show to Canada or Europe. I have the talent and resources to pull it off. Don’t think I won’t do it.” She snapped phone shut, and it immediately rang again. “What?” she growled into the phone. It was Nicky. Julianna began pacing again.
“Julianna, I heard some gossip you should know about,” he began, “but it sounds like you already know”.
“If it’s about my asshole ex-husband,” she said, taking a deep breath, “then yeah, I know. I heard it on the radio on the way back from lunch with mama.”
“Are you alright? Where are you? Are you alone? Do you need someone to come get you?” Nicky fired questions at his baby sister.
“Nicky, I’m not alright. I’m beyond pissed off. I cannot believe he is pulling this shit. I thought I was rid of him for good.” She stopped pacing and turned back to see Richie standing next to the truck, arms crossed across his broad chest, watching her with concern on his face. Julianna’s heart melted and some of the tension drained from her body. Her voice softened as she walked back to the truck. “I’m on the side of the road, venting my mad before I need to get into the studio and sing a decidedly not-mad duet with Rich.” She laid a hand on Richie’s cheek. Richie promptly took her hand and kissed her palm, then twined his fingers with hers.
“No, Nicky, I’m not alone. Rich came with me to lunch, and – ” she broke off at something that Nicky said, and started laughing. “No, not yet, but I’m sure it’ll be coming soon. By the way, I’m a bit peeved at you, brother dear, letting Mama in on my secret. I’ll deal with you later. Anyway, Rich is driving, and we need to get going before Jon sends out a search party. Shit, am I actually saying that? I still can’t wrap my head around it. Anyway, I’m turning off my cell, so would you let everyone else know that I’m not alone, and have everything under control? I’ll be unreachable for the rest of the day.”
“Alright. Be strong, sis,” Nicky said. “I love ya.”
“I will. Love ya too, big brother. Bye.” Julianna closed her phone and turned it off.
Richie turned to wrap Julianna in a strong hug. He held on until he could feel the tension ease from her body, and she slumped against him. Lifting her face to his, she whispered, “Thanks, I really needed that.”
Richie smiled, and said softly, “You need more than that.” Gently, he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her so tenderly, she wanted to weep. Framing her face with his strong hands, Richie slowly deepened the kiss, his thumbs stroking her cheeks lightly. He eased back and looked into Julianna’s eyes. He could still the traces of mad in there, but he also saw desire and something else he was afraid to name. He swallowed roughly. “Better?” he asked.
“Much, sweetheart, thanks.” Julianna gave Richie another hug and sighed. “I’m sorry about that.” She shook her head. “I just can’t believe his gall. This just – I don’t know – it threw me, I guess. I thought I was done dealing with him. He’s messing with my baby, and I can’t – won’t – stand for it.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Richie asked.
Julianna put her hands on either side of Richie’s face. “You’re doing it now, Rich, by lending me some of your strength, and letting me vent. You make me feel better.” She chuckled. “Usually, when I get a full mad on like that, it takes me days to put it in perspective and start to work through it.” She ducked her head sheepishly. “Italian and Irish tempers, you know.”
Richie laughed. “Remind me not to piss you off. While you are more gorgeous than ever when you’re pissed off, you are a force to be reckoned with, my dear. C’mon, let’s head back.” He escorted Julianna to her seat, and rounded the back of the truck, dialing as he went.
“Rich, man,” Jon answered, “where are you?”
Richie filled him in on what had happened. “Julianna needs a little more time to get through her mad, or she’ll be useless this afternoon. She needs a little time in the gym, beating the shit out of something, then she’ll feel better. We’ll be back soon, but will be downstairs for a while. We’ll be along when she’s got her head back on straight.”
Jon sighed. “OK, man, we’ll be waiting. Tell her we’re behind her, whatever she needs us to do.”
“Will do man, thanks,” Richie said, as he climbed back in behind the wheel. “See you soon.” He snapped his phone shut, and tossed it onto the console.
“What was that all about?” Julianna asked, curious.
“I was just checking in; sort of a pre-emptive strike. I told him we were running late.” He grinned at her, as he eased back onto the road. “Can you box in that getup?”
Julianna looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled. “Darlin’, I can fight in just about anything,” she said.
“Well, how about I help you work off the rest of your mad when we get back?”
Julianna laughed. “Really? Don’t we have to wor— hey, that’s what you were talking to Jon about?” Richie nodded. “Well, hell, man, put the pedal to the metal, and let’s get outta here.” She stretched her neck, boxer-style, and flexed her arms.
Richie grimaced. “Just don’t hurt me too much, babe, OK?”
Julianna laughed harder. “You hold the mitts right, and you’ll be fine. I won’t even hurt your beautiful hands. Your arms will be sore, though.”
Chapter 34: Lunch with Mama
After seeing Richie off, Julianna went to shower (again) and to dress for her lunch with her mother. She chose her outfit carefully, knowing her mother would be scrutinizing everything today. Julianna selected a long, slim, black skirt, slit nearly to her thigh paired with a leopard print peasant blouse that she cinched at her waist with a silver belt. She applied minimal makeup and left her hair loose, allowing it to curl naturally. She wore simple silver jewelry at her ears and throat. High-heeled knee-high boots completed the ensemble.
Going outside, she saw Richie’s truck in her driveway. Puzzled but pleased, she approached, watching him watch her. His hungry eyes followed her progress down the steps and toward him. Richie opened his door, and stepped out of the truck. “Heya, gorgeous,” he called out, looking her up and down appreciatively.
“Hey yourself,” Julianna answered, letting her gaze travel over him. He looked almost unbearably sexy in perfectly cut black dress pants, and a red silk shirt that was unbuttoned to mid-chest. She kissed him deeply in greeting. “Weren’t you just here? Can’t stay away, huh?”
“Nope, can’t seem to,” Richie grinned. “I’ve come to see if I can chauffeur you to lunch. I have some errands I have to run, and,” he laughed self-consciously. “Hell, I just want to spend time with you.”
“What about work?”
“Everyone is taking it easy until you’re back. We got the music nailed down last night – didn’t I tell you?”
“You may have,” she said, trailing her fingers across the skin he was showing, “but my mind was focused on other things.”
“As was mine, baby, as was mine.” He looked into Julianna’s eyes, seeing the passion and emotion there, just under the surface, reflecting his own feelings. “So what do you say? Can I drive you?”
“Sure, but be warned. If Mama sees you, she won’t let you go without feeding you. It’s some sort of Italian Mother Creed or something.”
Richie frowned. “I don’t want to intrude on your personal time with your mother.”
“Don’t even worry about it – you won’t be intruding.” Julianna took Richie’s hand in hers, and played with his fingers. “In fact, you’ll probably be doing me a favor. We’ll be most likely talking about you, and if you’re there, you can answer the questions yourself.”
Richie laughed. “OK, if you’re sure. I mean, I don’t want to be crowding you or stifling you or anything. I just want to spend more time with you.”
Julianna kissed him softly. “We agreed on honesty, right? If I didn’t want you to come, I’d tell you. Let’s go.”
Richie led Julianna to the passenger side and handed her up into the truck. He jogged around to the driver’s side and climbed in. Julianna had her legs crossed, one leather-clad calf and bare thigh peeking out from the high slit in her skirt. Bending to kiss her exposed flesh, Richie closed his eyes briefly, taking in her scent.
“Um, baby, you keep that up, and we’ll be late for lunch,” Julianna said with a whisper.
“Sorry, babe,” Richie replied, straightening up and flashing an I’m-anything-but-sorry grin. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“You’d better get yourself under control before we get to the restaurant,” Julianna answered. “Looking at me like that in front of my parents will have them looking for churches, and planning our kids’ christenings.”
“Understood, milady,” Richie said with a wink. They chatted about inconsequential things on the way to the restaurant. Julianna was nervous. She knew her mother was happy for her, but she was still Bringing Someone Home. Richie was going to be fair game for her mother’s blunt questions and pointed looks. She hoped he was up to it.
When Richie pulled into a spot in front of the restaurant and turned off the truck, Julianna hesitated. “Are you sure you want to park here? This is a pretty ostentations truck, and this is a regular business day. You’ll – we’ll – be very visible.”
“It’ll be fine. I’m not worried; you shouldn’t be either – unless you’re having second thoughts about me coming in with you?”
“Nope, you’re not getting out of this now,” she said, smiling. Laying a hand on the side of his face, smooth from shaving that morning, she rubbed her thumb over his lips. “Let’s have lunch.”
“OK, whatever you say, Jules.” He looked at her. “I trust you.” He exited the truck, and walked around to open Julianna’s door. Taking her hand, he helped her down from her high seat, then looped her arm through his. Teresa was coming out from the kitchen as the pair entered.
“Julianna! You brought your friend, how wonderful!” She was beaming at her daughter – at how lovely she looked, at the joy in her face. Taking in the pair, she thought to herself that they made such a stunning couple. Their dark looks and long, lean builds went perfectly together. They’ll give me beautiful grandbabies, she thought with a sigh.
After exchanging kisses with Julianna and Richie, Teresa led them to a semi-secluded table toward the back of the restaurant. Richie sat with his back to the rest of the room, with one beautiful woman on either side of him. “So, Riccardo,” Teresa started, “tell me something about yourself.”
Before Richie could answer, Riley came bounding from the kitchen, looking for his women. Spying them at the back of the room, with a third head, he frowned. Who is that with them, he wondered. Wiping his hands on his apron, Riley went to greet his daughter and her guest.
“Julianna, baby, so nice to see you!” He leaned in to kiss her cheek. “How did your trip go?” He now recognized the man with her as “that boy Julianna brought to the last family dinner”. He smiled, remembering the chemistry the two shared. He saw the same chemistry there between them now. Ah, to be young and in love, he thought. Addressing Richie, he extended a hand. “Good to see you again, son.”
Richie stood. “Likewise, sir. I wanted to thank you again – you and your wife,” he smiled endearingly at Teresa, “for making me feel so welcome. I had a fantastic time, and the food was spectacular.”
“Yes, we did have a good kitchen that night,” Riley agreed. “I’m glad you had a good time. So, you’ll come back another time with Julianna on Family Night, then?” Richie nodded. “Good. So,” he asked, “are you and Julianna together now?”
“Daddy!” Julianna hissed, mortified.
Richie just laughed. “I guess you could say that, right Julianna?” He had mirth twinkling in his eyes, as he covered Julianna’s hand with his own.
Riley nodded. “Good. You two remind me of Teresa and me when we were young.” He sighed. “It’s such a beautiful thing to see.”
“Daddy, that’s enough,” Julianna said, exasperated. “My trip was good. Rehearsals are going smoothly, and I have the Manhattan apartment all ready. So far,” she looked at Richie, “everything is on track with the show.”
“Excellent,” Julianna’s father replied. “Now, what are you eating?”
Teresa laughed a delicate, tinkling sound. “Mi amore, let them sit. They just got here. Bring us some wine and we’ll decide on lunch in a little while.”
“Of course, my dear,” Riley said, bending to kiss his wife’s cheek.
Teresa watched the love of her life disappear back into the kitchen. “Julianna,” she said, “your father does not mean to embarrass you. He is just happy to see the fog lifted. Look at me.” She waited until Julianna had complied. “It is gone. The shadow in your eyes is finally gone. I can see light in them again.” She extended a hand to Richie, who took it. “And you, Riccardo, you did this for her,” she said, squeezing his hand gently, a sheen of tears in her eyes. “You brought her back to us.”
Richie blushed slightly, unsure how to respond. Weepy women were not his specialty. “I may have helped, but I think Julianna was on her way back. I think this new show was bringing her around.”
Teresa shook her head. “No, it was you. But, I appreciate the modesty.” She laughed. “Now, you were going to tell me something about yourself.”
“Well,” Richie began, “I’m divorced, with a beautiful daughter who is traveling with her mother for the summer, but who will be back for opening night of the show. I do a fair bit of traveling, but I’m based out of California, since that’s where my daughter is living right now. I still get back east pretty often, since I still have family in Jersey. I am in awe of your daughter’s talent and generosity, and I’m pretty much smitten with her.” He smiled as Julianna choked on her wine. “You okay, babe?” he asked, grinning.
Julianna laughed nervously. “You sure are full of surprises, Rich,” she said. “Mama, I have some news for you that you need to keep to yourself, about the show.”
“About the new song?” Teresa asked. “I already know; Nicky confided in me. Don’t worry, your father doesn’t know.”
“I’m gonna kill Nicky,” Julianna said. “I wanted to tell you myself.”
“Don’t be too hard on him, cara,” Teresa said. “He was so excited for you, he couldn’t help himself. You know how he is.”
“Yeah, I know,” Julianna sighed. “Before Daddy sends out an army of wait staff, should we order?”
Teresa laughed. “Si, we should.” She turned to Richie. “What do you like to eat?”
Richie grinned widely. “Signora, if it came from your kitchen, I would eat the sponge. Truly, whatever you recommend would be wonderful.”
Teresa nodded, a pleased smile on her face. “My Mama was right about you,” she said, winking. “You are quite the charmer, but very genuine.” She leaned down to kiss his cheek, and glided from the room into the kitchen.
Richie turned to Julianna. “Boy, you sure do have a very forthright and up-front family. That’s so refreshing. Seriously, it’s like being with my own family.”
Julianna shrugged. “We are what we are. We don’t put on airs, and we don’t fake anything,” she blushed at this last. “I’m just glad Mama got Daddy out of here before he could ask you what your intentions are toward me.” She sighed and grinned wryly. “The flip side to our forthrightness is our inability to butt out of each others’ affairs.”
Richie laughed. “Wait until you meet my family. Then you’ll know the meaning of ‘unable to butt out’.”
Julianna smiled, though her heart was pounding. She knew that it was just friendly chatter, but she hadn’t even really thought about meeting his family. Thinking about it now, she could probably handle most of them, but what about his daughter? How happy was she going to be to meet “Dad’s girlfriend”? Or what about his ex-wife? I’m sure she would want to meet someone who may be in her daughter’s life, even tangentially. Shit, she thought, draining her wineglass in one swallow.
Fortunately, she was saved from more troubling thoughts by the arrival of her mother, who was carrying a tray of food. Richie jumped up to take the tray from her. “Signora, you should be waited on, not waiting on us.” Turning to head back to the table, he realized he’d drawn attention to himself. There were curious looks that slowly turned to looks of recognition. “Uh oh; I think I’m busted.”
Teresa looked at her patrons. Sure enough, wide-eyed expressions were replacing puzzled frowns. “Riccardo,” she whispered, “do you prefer to eat in the privacy of the back room? I can have someone set a table.”
“No, Signora. That would be rude of me. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thank you for offering, though.”
Richie looked chagrined when he got back to the table. “I guess I’ve drawn attention to your private lunch, Julianna. I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about it – let’s see what Daddy sent out for us. It smells wonderful! Anyway, if anyone dares interrupt Mama, she’ll toss them out on their ear.”
Richie laughed. “I would pay to see that,” he said.
The three tucked into plates of food that seemed to never empty. Teresa had brought out samples of nearly everything: from calamari to fried zucchini flowers to gnocchi to almond-crusted salmon. Richie ate some of everything, and most of some things. They chatted about the show, and Julianna’s brothers and nieces. Richie forgot he was being watched, and just enjoyed the company of these two lovely ladies.
When their plates were finally empty, Teresa raised a delicate hand, and someone came to bus their table. She turned to her daughter. “Julianna, I must go to the kitchens and speak with your father about dinner. Once I’m gone, you two may be approached. Feel free to leave out the back if you have to.”
“Thank you, Signora,” Richie answered, “but that won’t be necessary. I’m sure we’ll be OK.” He kissed her cheek. “Thank you for a delightful and delicious lunch.”
Teresa nodded, and rose from the table. The younger couple also rose, and exchanged hugs with the diva. Teresa held one of each of their hands in hers. “It was wonderful to see you both. I hope you’ll come again soon.”
“Absolutely,” Richie said, squeezing Teresa’s hand.
“Of course, Mama,” Julianna said, kissing her mother’s cheeks.
Teresa pulled Julianna in close for a hug. “I think,” she whispered in her daughter’s ear, “that your Riccardo is more than just smitten with you, my dear.”
Julianna blushed and whispered back, “Well, for heaven’s sake, don’t go saying anything to him, Mama. It’s still very early, and I don’t want you or Daddy scaring him away.”
“Eh, how you talk to your mother!” Teresa said with false indignation. “Of course, we are and will continue to be perfectly well behaved.” With that, and a wink, she swept from the room.
Chapter 33: A Man In Charge
Laughing at the witch remark, Richie spun Julianna to the wall and pressed up against her, kissing her hard. She braced her hands against his chest, splaying her fingers over his heart. Richie grabbed her wrists in one hand, and pinned them to the wall over her head. He had a wicked gleam in his eyes as Julianna tested his strength. Despite her struggles, his arm didn’t budge. “No way, baby,” he said. “No fighting me. I want to have my way with you.” He covered her face with kisses, while his other hand squeezed a nipple, making her moan. “I’ll stop whenever you want me to.”
“You stop and I’ll kill you,” she rasped.
Richie removed his hand from her wrists. “Don’t lower your arms until I tell you to,” he said.
Julianna nodded. Her violet eyes were stormy with passion, her complexion flushed. Richie kissed his way down her body, taking time to torture each sensitive breast. He trailed his fingers lightly over her ribs, making her squeak. To his delight, she did not move. She was getting into the game. Dropping to his knees, he picked up one leg and draped it over his shoulder. Pressing kisses to her inner thighs, he could hear her breathing growing more and more ragged. Her head lolled from side to side as he kissed closer and closer to her core. He switched gears, and started kissing her stomach, his tongue tracing “his” tattoo on her abdomen. He kissed his way down to where she wanted to feel his mouth the most. He stroked his tongue along her slit, making her moan. Dipping his tongue inside her, she bucked from the wall, dropping her arms. Richie stopped, looking up at her, grinning like a fool. “What’s the matter, baby?”
“Nothing, everything is fine,” Julianna panted.
“Good,” Richie said, then lowered his head to continue his assault. Lapping at her slowly, he reveled in the sounds he evoked from her. This was power at its most primal. He knew this was borrowed power – that Julianna held all the cards, but he was thoroughly enjoying her relinquishment.
Julianna’s moans increased, turning into pleading. Richie closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard. Julianna screamed his name, and arched away from the wall. Richie slid first one long, strong finger, then two into her, pumping her as he continued the assault with his mouth. Slumping against the wall, Julianna’s head flung from side to side, her hands pressed hard into the tile. Her breathing was labored, and the leg she was standing on was starting to shake.
Richie gently took the leg from his shoulder and placed it on the floor, making Julianna’s stance wide. Her hands found Richie’s hair, and threaded into it, fisting tightly. “Oh God . . . Rich . . . I’m . . . aaaaah!” She fell over the edge, into oblivion, shattering into a million pieces. Richie lapped at her until she came back to him. With one final kiss on her ink, he stood to wrap her in his embrace.
Releasing her, Richie picked up Julianna’s shampoo. He put a fair amount into his hands, and rubbed them together, making a thick lather. He ran his hands through Julianna’s hair, massaging her scalp. Julianna braced her hands on Richie’s shoulders, gripping them firmly to keep from melting to the floor. Gathering the wet locks in his hands, Richie worked the sweet-smelling lather through them.
He rinsed the suds from her hair, then turned her, taking Julianna’s hands and braced them against the cool tile wall of the stall, making her bend slightly at the waist. Richie came in close behind her, his arousal pressing into her from behind. Julianna gasped, and pushed back hard, welcoming him. Richie eased into her fully, groaning with satisfaction.
Richie reached around to grab Julianna’s breasts, kneading them with his fingers as he stroked in and out of her in smooth, slow motions. Julianna’s breath came faster, but she didn’t move a single muscle. Well, maybe a single muscle moved. She clenched around Richie and asked, “Are you still having your way, or can I have mine?”
Richie ran a gentle hand down her back and leaned to plant a kiss on her spine. “Yes, baby, you may.”
She breathed, “thank you,” and slammed back into him, over and over, until she screamed his name. With a low, long groan, Richie climaxed, emptying into her. After the tremors stopped, Richie pulled out, and pulled Julianna to his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist, and burying his face in her neck. Julianna purred, “Mmmm, that was fantastic.” She turned her head to nip at his chin. “I’m getting hungry – for food.” She looked up at him. “Need a snack? A refueling, as it were?”
“Absolutely,” Richie laughed, kissing her. They made quick work of washing each other, and stepped out of the shower to wrap themselves in big, fluffy towels. He followed Julianna to the kitchen, where she rummaged in the fridge, and pulled out sandwich fixings. Richie’s gaze traveled to Julianna’s hair, and he saw it was all tangled together. He asked her, “Hey, got a comb or something?”
Julianna looked over her shoulder at Richie’s own mussed hair and raised an eyebrow. “I have more than three feet of hair. Of course I do. Bathroom, vanity, left drawer.” She heard him grunt acknowledgement and leave the room. Julianna took a moment to pull herself together, and braced her hands on the counter.
“Hey, you okay?” Richie asked, with concern in his voice. He had come back to the kitchen, and saw her slumped over the counter; he worried that she had regrets.
Julianna turned to look at him, with a big smile on her face. “Baby, I’m more than okay. My body is humming happily, and my soul is dancing with joy. You did that.” She kissed him deeply. “I’m mostly having trouble believing this isn’t just a wild, wonderful dream. This is really real, right? I mean, I’m not dreaming this up, am I?”
Richie saw such vulnerability in her eyes – it touched something deep in his heart. “Sweetheart, this is real. I’m real.” He hugged her tight, and snaked a hand under her towel to pinch her ass playfully.
“Ouch!” she complained.
“See?” Richie said, grinning. “I pinched you, and you didn’t wake up.” His expression turned serious. “This is real, Julianna.”
She kissed him softly. “Thank God,” she said, and turned to make sandwiches. Richie stood behind Julianna, and taking a length of hair, starting combing it with a wide-toothed comb he found in the vanity.
Julianna started, surprised. “You don’t have to do that, I can take care of it later,” she said.
“I want to. Please, let me?”
They worked in silence, Richie combing through Julianna’s long tresses until they were smooth, and she fixing them a midnight snack. When Richie was done combing through Julianna’s hair, he braided it and secured the end with a scrunchie he’d brought from the bathroom. Julianna, surprised, looked over her shoulder at him, eyebrows raised.
He smiled and dropped a kiss onto her mouth. “I do have a daughter, you know,” he said.
Julianna laughed, and kissed him back. “Still hungry? Sandwiches are ready.” They dug into thick, hearty, cold meatball subs, refueling and talking about Julianna’s trip, and the work they were going to be doing over the next few days.
When they were done, Julianna stacked the dishes in the sink, took Richie by the hand, and led her back to the bedroom. Richie stalked over to the sliding glass doors and made a big show of shutting the blinds. “No peepers tomorrow,” he said. Giggling, Julianna pulled off her towel and added it to the pile of clothes she had left by the bed. Richie laughed and followed suit.
They kissed and touched tenderly, gently climbing into the king-sized bed. Their lovemaking was slow and satisfying, and they fell asleep wrapped in each others’ arms.
Chapter 32: Going Home
Crossing the expanse of yard between the studio and the cottage, Richie was deep in thought. He’d meant what he’d said to Julianna earlier, that he felt connected to her very deeply. Just the thought that she was going to be spending several months in the city had him feeling antsy. Maybe he’d take a place in the city, or see if he could stay with her. He shook his head. He got protective and obsessed like this when he became serious about someone. He knew that’s what this was all about: the obsessing, the worrying, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He’d have to either work it out for himself, or talk to Julianna about it. Tomorrow, he thought. Putting those thoughts out of his mind, he quickened his step. There was no sense in worrying about that now. He had a date with his woman, and he wasn’t going to start obsessing over things that haven’t even come up yet.
Richie could see lights on in the kitchen. Looking in the windows, he could see Julianna on the phone, gesturing wildly, and talking animatedly, smiling at whomever was on the other end of the conversation. He kept going down the length of the deck, until he came to Julianna’s bedroom slider. Fitting the key into the lock, he turned it with a quite “snick”, and slid the door open. He grinned at the sight of the bed – still in the rumpled state they left it in that morning.
Going into the bathroom, he smiled widely at the sight of a new toothbrush on the vanity. The thoughtfulness touched him. He brushed his teeth, and scrubbed at his face, wincing at the two days’ growth of beard. Looking carefully in the mirror, he thought he looked like a wild man. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. That’s just how I feel, he thought. In the reflection of the mirror, the oversized shower stall beckoned. Grabbing a towel from the rack beside the vanity, he dropped it on the floor outside the shower. He reached in to turn on the faucet, and let the water run until it was good and hot. Stripping off his clothes, he stepped into the steamy glass enclosure, letting the hot water pummel his body and soak his hair. He braced his hands against the wall of the shower, and took a deep breath, relaxing under the spray.
Juliana was on the phone with her mother, telling her about her trip, and setting up lunch with her for the next day. She would tell her mother about Richie tomorrow, but from the questions she was getting, either her mother was very perceptive, or her brothers had been talking. No matter, she thought. It’s not like it’s a secret or anything.
Over her mother’s voice, she heard the faint sound of her bedroom slider opening. She had been half-listening for that sound for hours now. She couldn’t keep the grin off of her face or the smile out of her voice.
“Julianna,” her mother was saying. “You sound so happy, baby. There’s a smile in your voice that I haven’t heard there for a long time.”
“Oh, mama, I’m very happy. I was going to tell you tomorrow, but Rich and I are, well, moving forward together.”
“Cara, that’s wonderful! I’m so glad to hear that,” Teresa exclaimed. “When I heard you two sing together, I knew this would happen. A mother may know things about her daughter, but a diva always knows when the music is right. This music you made together was right. I’m so glad for you!”
Julianna heard the shower running, and couldn’t keep her thoughts from straying. To Richie. Naked. In her shower. All wet and soapy, lifting his face into the spray – Jesus, I need to get off the phone! “Mama, I really need to go unpack from my trip. I promise to tell you everything tomorrow, OK?”
“OK, darling; see you then. Bye! Love you.”
“Love you too, Mama. Bye.” Julianna hung up the phone and had her hair unbound before she was out of the kitchen. Stopping for a moment in her bedroom to strip off her clothes, she took a steadying breath. Padding into the bathroom, she stopped short, just gawking at what she saw.
Praising the “Glass Gods”, she took in the sight before her. Richie was in semi-profile, eyes closed, head tilted back, washing his hair. His broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist and washboard abs. His thighs and calves were taut, with a fine layer of dark hair. She let her eyes travel back up the length of him, stopping at his cock. Even in its current limp state, it was a sight to behold.
Julianna couldn’t wait another moment. She opened the shower door and stepped inside. “Need a hand?”
Richie smiled, and took Julianna into his arms. “Absolutely,” he said. He kissed her deeply, pressing her into the cool tile of the stall. Julianna let her fingers delve into Richie’s hair, working the shampoo, savoring the feel. She broke the kiss.
“Tip your head back,” she said. Richie complied, and Julianna rinsed the suds from his dark locks. When the water ran clear, Julianna moved in to kiss Richie’s neck, gently biting at his Adam’s apple. Her hands reached behind Richie for the soap, and worked it into a thick lather before running her hands all over his chest and back. Richie groaned softly, his lips parting slightly.
Grinning, Julianna lathered her hands again, and dropped to her knees, soaping his legs. Her grin turned mischievous as she saw the effect her ministrations were having. He was now fully erect. Julianna couldn’t resist, she reached forward to kiss him, then took him fully into her mouth as her soapy hands found his ass.
Richie sucked in a sharp breath. Julianna’s clever mouth was bringing him close to release. He nearly cried when she stopped to lave at his balls. Fisting his hands in her hair, he tried to raise her to her feet. She responded by nipping at him gently.
“Uh-uh,” she said. “I want to taste you.”
“Jesus, Julianna,” Richie rasped, as she once again took him into her mouth. She sucked hard, making Richie gasp. Keeping up the pressure, she could fee him tensing. She scored her teeth up his length, making him lean back against the stall’s wall, and widen his stance. Julianna reached up to trail her fingers down his taut stomach, making his muscles quiver.
“Witch,” Richie growled, trying half-heartedly to escape her sweet torture.
“You keep saying that like it’s a bad thing,” Julianna responded with a sexy chuckle. She dug her fingers into Richie’s ass, and brought him once again fully into her mouth. She moved along his length, slowly, her tongue flicking over his tip when she reached it. Richie’s breathing became very ragged, and his thighs were quaking. He grabbed Julianna’s head, and began a slow rocking motion, to bring himself in and out of her mouth. He groaned her name a second before he exploded in her mouth.
Julianna drank from him greedily, keeping up the gentle suction pressure long after he was spent. He twitched against the wall, trying to break free from her, but not really wanting to. Finally, he whispered, “Please, I want to hold you.” Julianna acquiesced, rising to stand in the circle of his arms.
“Hi, baby,” she said to him.
“I know this isn’t my home,” Richie said, “but I feel as if it is. It’s more comfortable to me than my own place has been for months. You truly are a marvel. How can you make me feel this way in so short a time?”
Smiling, Julianna answered, “Perhaps I really am a witch.”
Chapter 31: Studio Time
Stumbling up the stairs in a fog, Richie surprised the others. “Hey, man, didn’t you get my text?” Jon asked. “Lemme guess. For once, you just came running without checking your phone first.” He sighed. “You crazy bastard,” he said, with no rancor, just true affection. “I was coming to see how long you were going to be, and to give you a bunch of shit, but I heard the end of your conversation.” He took in the look on his friend’s face.
“Jesus,” Richie said.
“I know, man, I know. I left you a text; told you to stay with her. Check your phone.”
Richie looked at the message, a wry smile on his lips. “Well, I’m here now, and have someone waiting for me at ho– for after; let’s get this thing done.”
“Were you just about to say ‘at home’?” Dave asked.
Richie sighed. “You caught that, huh?” The guys all nodded. “It’s something Julianna let slip, and I guess it’s stuck in my head now.”
“Man, you’re falling fast,” Tico commented.
“Brother, I think I’ve already fallen neck deep in it,” Richie replied. “I’m not sure what to make of it.”
Jon laughed. “Well, you surely won’t find out hanging around here!”
Richie chuckled. “I know, but I’m here now, and I’m motivated. Let’s get this show on the road.” He dropped his phone on the desk, and went to the guitar “closet” to get the 12-string Julianna had given him. He came out, strumming it gently.
“What’s that for?” Dave asked.
“Jules gave it to me. Just told me to take it, that it was magic in my hands. It has a really nice voice; I thought we could do a run through with it, see how it sounds.”
Jon nodded. “Sure, man. That guitar does have a nice sound. Give it a go.”
They ended up running through the song many times – some on the 12-string, some on the 6. They couldn’t decide which they liked better. The 6-string version was more in line with the rest of the show – they decided that was the version that should go for Tommy & Gina. The version on the 12-string was more haunting, the sound deeper. “That should be the version we put on the album,” Tico suggested.
They thought about it, and agreed. They ran through each version again, and Jon was finally pleased with the results. “I’d say we’ve got it, boys. Teek and Dave, let’s head back up to the house. Rich, my friend, head on home,” he paused meaningfully, “to your woman.”
Richie grinned and slapped Jon on the back. “Thanks, man, see you tomorrow.”
Jon laughed. “Not if I see you first!”
Richie sobered. “Uh-uh – we’re closing the blinds tonight.”
All four of them burst out laughing.
