Saturday, 24 January 2009



“Ava!!” Dee shouted as she made her way up the stairs, “Ava Elizabeth Sambora if you’ve woken your brother up with that infernal music I swear…” she yelled as she entered the young girls bedroom, “And you can tidy this place up too, it’s a pigsty.” she said as she crossed over to turn the music down.

Ava just made a face at her and turned back to her laptop. Heather and Richie had come to an agreement and Ava lived with her mum during the week and with her dad at weekends, giving her mum some much needed space and giving Ava a sense of stability.

Dee smiled at her step daughter and reached down to plant a kiss on her head.

“Dee you know your room is sound proofed. I could kill someone in here and Stephen wouldn’t wake up.” the young girl retorted, trying to keep the smile from her face.

“Ok smart ass. Your mum called, she’ll be here in about five minutes. Have you got everything packed?” Dee asked, looking at the badly packed suitcase lying open on Ava’s bed.

“Look just go downstairs and wait for her, I’ll pack for you.” she sighed reaching for the case.

Dee deftly emptied and repacked the case before picking it up and taking it downstairs. She reached the top of the one remaining staircase and decided to check in on her son.

She quietly crept into the darkened room and crossed over to the crib. Stephen Simon Sambora was fast asleep, a shock of dark brown hair peeking out from the covers. He was eight months old and growing so fast she didn’t know where the time had gone.

She smiled as she looked at him. She kept wanting to touch him to prove he was real. It was her second wedding anniversary tomorrow and she felt that she was in a dream.

Richie had dragged her off to Vegas the day after she had broken down and cried on him and had married her there and then. It was only the fact that Jon had then given her a job as Richie‘s PA, claiming she was the only one who could do the job that allowed her to stay in the US whilst their wedding paperwork was sorted out. It had come through so fast she knew Jon’d had a hand in it but was never able to prove it.

She quietly shut the door leaving their son asleep and hefted the bag, through the baby gate and down the stairs to find Ava had let her mum in.

She looked at her, fresh in a cream linen suit, and smiled. She and Heather had found a kind of friendship since the wedding and had developed a sort of respect between them.

“Hi Heather, how was the drive?” she asked as she put Ava’s suitcase on the hallway floor.

The marble was still there but had been carpeted over with a thick cream plush than ran up the staircase as well. The infamous staircase had been pulled down after Dee had moved in and the top blocked off. Numerous large rugs covered the cream carpet, making it even more cosy.

“Hellish, you know LA in the afternoon.” Heather smiled.

“You got time for a drink before you leave?”

“Oh god yeah, coffee please.”

They heard a yell coming from the den.

“Footie’s on and the boy’s are in.” Dee said shrugging.

“Oh god, football.” Heather sighed, rolling her eyes as she placed her handbag on the kitchen table.

“Tell me about it.” replied Dee as she switched the kettle on.

Another yell sounded from the den and Dee just shook her head.

“I need to talk to Richie but I’m never going to be able to pull him away from the game, not with Jon and the boys in there.” Dee said pouring boiling water into two mugs and then handing one to Heather

“Why do you need to talk to him?” Heather asked, as she sipped her coffee.

“Can you keep a secret?” Dee asked, bursting with news and desperate to tell someone.


Dee handed her a blue plastic stick.

“Don’t worry, I washed it.”

Heather reached over to hug the younger woman, happy that she was able to do the one thing that Heather hadn’t; namely make Richie happy.

She sat back and drained the small cup before getting up and walking to the entrance to the den.

Richie was lounging in his LazEboy and the rest of the band were sprawled out on the huge sofa, with Tico standing in the doorway smoking a cigar.

Heather walked over to Richie and tried to get his attention but he just held his hand up, as if he was waving away an insect. She narrowed her eyes and walked back to the kitchen.

“RICHARD STEPHEN SAMBORA GET YOUR ASS IN THIS KITCHEN RIGHT NOW!!” she yelled, knowing that the sound of her voice had an almost pavlovian effect on him.

Richie was up and halfway to the kitchen before the realisation that he was no longer married to Heather registered. He looked at her puzzled that she could still have that effect on him; like his mum yelling at him to clean his room.

Heather motioned for him to come into the kitchen, before picking up her bag and going to collect her daughter who was sat on the stairs playing with her itouch ipod.

Dee smiled at her husband as he walked towards her with a look of puzzled annoyance on his face. She handed him the blue plastic stick and waited for it to register.

Jon was really into the game as was David. Tico had wandered out into the garden to finish his cigar. It was a boy’s day of sport.

A huge yell was heard coming from the kitchen and Jon looked up to see Richie running past yelling, “I’M GOING TO BE A DAD AGAIN!!”, before heading back into the kitchen.

Jon just shook his head and watched the game.

Richie picked his wife up and twirled her around before hugging and kissing her.

“I love you Dee.” he said, as a small cry was heard from the baby monitor that Dee carried with her always.

“You’ve woken Stephen. I am so going to kill you. Get back in there and watch your game.” she scowled as she headed up the stairs.

“Honestly, men! Can’t live with ‘em; can’t shoot ‘em” she muttered, smiling to herself as she went to soothe her son.

Juan had moved in with Simon and they were blissfully happy, although he did have a tendency to call her every time they had an argument but it was getting better. In fact, she thought as she picked up their son, her life was the best it had ever been and, as she settled Stephen on her lap for a feed, she rubbed her lower stomach and thought ‘It’s only going to get better.’


Chapter Twenty Seven

Tuesday 10:30am

Dee took a deep breath and stepped out into the bright sunshine. She’d been fired. She knew it was the only conclusion they could possibly come too, given that she had, not only, taken a number home but had called that number and had started a relationship with someone, who at the time was the number one suspect in a murder enquiry. She was only grateful they hadn’t discovered the full extent of her involvement or that Simon had been roped in also.

With shaking hands she dialled a number.

“Hi, it’s me, I’ve just been fired, can you come and get me?”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ll be right there.”

She clicked off the phone and went to sit on a nearby wall.

A familiar car pulled up and she got inside.

He looked at her and held out his arms.

“Oh god Simon. What am I going to do? I’ve got a few days in which to clear all my stuff up and leave the country.” she sobbed into his arms.

Simon just hugged his best friend, not knowing what to say.

They drove back to their apartment in silence.

There was a voicemail on her mobile and she listened to it with tears falling down her face.

“Hey babe, it’s me lover boy. H just rang and I told her about being cleared so she’s letting me see Ava today and tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind but I’d kinda like to have her all to myself so I’ll see you in a couple of days. Let me know when you’re due back at work and what shift so I don’t call you when you’re helping someone else. Love you.”

She sobbed as she heard the sound of a kiss.

Simon sat down next to her and gently took her into his arms.

“Hey baby girl, you have to tell him.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want him thinking I want him to use his influence to keep me here. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“Oh baby girl, he loves you. He wouldn’t see it like that.”

“But I would. I’d be asking him to keep me. I have no job, no green card, no nothing.”

“You got me baby girl. And Richie.”

“ I know but I couldn’t ask that of him.”

“Ok, well if you change your mind….” he said, not convinced she was doing what was best.

Shakily she got up from the sofa and went into her room to start packing.

Simon was in the kitchen when he heard a knock at the door. Dee had locked herself in her room and he could hear her crying as she packed. She wouldn’t open the door to him and his heart was breaking, not only for her but because he was about to lose the best friend he’d ever had.

He opened the door to find Richie and a girl standing there.

“Hey Simon, is Dee in?” he asked, sunnily, “I wanted my best girls to meet, I told Dee I’d see her in a couple of days but I couldn’t wait to introduce her to my princess here.” he said, indicating the girl.

Richie looked at Simon’s serious face and a sense of foreboding swept over him.

“What’s happened?” he asked

“I can’t say.” Simon replied, obviously miserable.

“Simon just tell me.” Richie was deathly calm.

“I..I..” Simon’s voice broke as tears began leaking down his face.

Richie turned to his daughter.

“Honey could you give me a few minutes?”

Ava nodded and walked over to the poolside, taking out her ipod.

Richie led Simon away from the apartment.

“What’s happened?” he asked, again.

Taking a deep breath, not knowing what Dee would think but knowing it was the right thing to do he began to answer.

“Dee was fired today for getting involved with you. She broke departmental rules and her secondment has been terminated. She didn’t want you to know.”

“Why the fuck not?” Richie asked, perplexed at his answer.

“Because she’s a stubborn, stupid person who doesn’t want you to think you have to take care of her, or keep her.”

“Why should I have to keep her? She can get another job surely?” Richie said.

Simon just shook his head.

“The terms of the secondment were that she had to stay in the job until it was over before she would be given her green card. She’s an illegal now and has been given two days to pack up and fly home. Only she’s got no job to go to and no home as her counterpart is still there.”

Simon looked up to find he was talking to thin air as Richie had rushed into the apartment.

He walked over to where Ava was sitting and sat down next to her.


Dee looked up as a loud banging began on her door.

“Simon! I said I’m not opening it. I have a short time to pack, now please leave me alone. This is painful enough as it is.” she cried.

“Dee, it’s Richie, if you don’t open the door I’ll… well I don’t know what I’ll do as I’d probably bust my shoulder before I could bust the door in, but please sweetheart, let me in.” he said to the closed door


“Ok then you asked for it.” he said, stepping back from the door.

Dee heard a loud bang followed by cursing and a few moans.

She rushed to open the door to find Richie lounging, casually against the doorframe.

He walked into the room and sat down on the clothes strewn bed.

He looked at her tear streaked face and sighed.

“Simon told you then. I knew he would. He thinks he’s being kind.” she said, turning away from him

“Am I nothing to you?”

“What?” she asked, spinning round to see anger blazing across his face.

“I said. Am I nothing to you?”

“Richie! You’re everything to me. You know you are.” she cried passionately, tears falling.

“Then why did you not tell me this was going on?” he asked, sitting still on the bed.


“Because is not an answer.” he stated quietly.

She took a deep breath, feeling her eyes welling with unshed tears.

“Because, because it’s not your problem.” she said quietly.

“Not my problem?” he asked, a strange smile on his face, “Not my problem?” he repeated his voice growing shrill.

“Fuck you Dee. If you think that little of me and what we have then maybe you’d better go home.” he spat angrily, then sighed as she burst into tears.

“Hush, hush darlin’.” he said as he gathered her into his embrace.

“We’re a couple, your problems are mine and vice versa.”

“But…but I’m imposing on you!” she cried.

“No you’re not. I love you Dee. You could never impose on me.” he soothed, cuddling her until her sobs subsided. He moved them over to the bed and sat them both down, pulling her into him.

“Look, from now on, whatever problems you have, you come to me.”

She clung to him.


“But what sweetheart?”

“But why would you want to help me? I’m nothing.” she cried as years of being told she was worthless came crashing over her.

Richie was shocked. How could this funny, vibrant, loving woman think she was nothing?

“You listen to me Dee. You are not nothing, do you hear me? You are everything to me. Everything. You mean more to me than the world, with the exception of Ava, of course.” he smiled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

Dee laughed and cried into his tee shirt.

“Oh Dee, whoever told you that you were worthless needs shooting.” he said quietly, resting his head atop hers.

This did make her laugh.

“ He’s in a pysch ward so I don’t think you’d be able to.” she replied, her voice muffled by tears and his tee shirt.

“Look honey, whatever we’ve gotta do to keep you here, we’ll do, ok?”

She nodded against him.

“Ok?” he repeated

“Ok.” was her muffled answer as she began to process that she had finally found a man who truly loved her, warts and all.

Chapter Twenty Six

Dee’s mobile trilled as they made their way back to his car.

She was so happy, she’d never felt this happy ever. He loved her. This wonderful, funny, kind, generous, sexy as hell man loved her. Her, Dee Wilson from Southampton, England. She thought her heart would just burst with sheer happiness.

She smiled at Richie as she clicked on her phone.

“Hello?” she said smiling.

“Ooh aren’t we in a happy mood then?”

“Hi Simon, yes I am, I’m at the beach, the sun is shining and I’m with the man I love.” she said, happily.

“And does this wonderful man love you back.”

“Yes he does.” she said simply.

“Oh my fucking god baby girl that’s huge! Though probably not as huge as he is, right?” he cackled evilly.

She spluttered with laughter.

“So anyway baby girl, just thought I’d let you know that the tox screen picked up an anomaly.”

“Oh my god, Simon what?” she asked, walking away from the car, so Richie couldn’t overhear.

“A large amount of anti depressants. It’s not something that is generally looked for in a tox screen but the detailed one picked it up. She took a huge amount of Xanax about half and hour before she rolled up at your man’s place. She was, excuse the phrase, the walking dead. Without immediate medical intervention she would have died anyway. Whether it was intentional or not we don’t know but the record will state that cause of death is accidental overdose. Richie’s lawyer will be getting this news as we speak, so lover boy’s off the hook.”

“Oh my god,” she began, tears falling down her face, “Oh Simon, I love you so much for this. Thank you so much.” She looked over at Richie who was talking on his mobile. She hung up her call and quickly wiped away any evidence of tears, not wanting him to know she already knew that his innocence had been proved.

Before she knew it she was swept up into a huge bear hug and swung round.

“Dee, Larry just called. She took an overdose so I’m free!” he crowed, shouting out to the world at large.

“I knew it.” she said hugging him back.

Her phone trilled again and she answered it without looking.

“May I speak to Dee Wilson please” an unfamiliar voice asked her

“Yeah, speaking.” she said as Richie danced around her on the sand.

“My name is Captain Amrita Ojai.”

Dee stiffened slightly as the she listened to the voice of the woman in charge of all 911 operators in the LA area.

“What can I do for you?” she asked, politely.

Richie had wandered off to kick the shallows.

“It has come to my attention that you have broken departmental rules and gotten involved, not only with a suspect in a murder enquiry, but with someone you took a call from. I need to ask you how you met before I take this any further. For instance I need to know if you knew him before you took the call on Saturday morning. If you did then the charges may not be as severe; however if you did not…”

Dee took a deep breath and answered.

“No I didn’t know him before Saturday morning.” she said, quietly, soberly, her heart breaking as she turned to watch Richie kicking up the waves and gambolling through the surf, hearing his laughter across the beach.

“In that case I need to ask you exactly how you got involved with him. Now we can do this now over the phone or tomorrow at my office at 9am.”

“I understand,” she said, “I’ll be at your office tomorrow.”

“Goodbye Miss Wilson.”

“Goodbye.” she said and clicked the phone off. Clearing her throat she made her way over to where Richie was kicking his heels up and did her best to be happy for him.

She made her excuses later on, saying she needed to get home to do some washing and see Simon and went home that night.

Chapter Twenty Five

Richie had gone downstairs still smirking as she sat on the bed and tried to get her head together. She’d never had this amount of orgasms in such a short length of time before and was beginning to feel the effects of them. Her legs felt like jelly and her stomach muscles hurt from all the involuntary clenching she’d done. She felt liquid and boneless and wanted nothing more than to lie down on the bed and dissolve into a watery mass.

Wearily she got up and pulled on last nights jeans and went to rifle through his walk in closet for a top to wear. She marvelled at the amount of clothes he had, racks and racks of tops, shirts, trousers, jeans and jackets all in colour formation with notes above each section saying what the colour was. She felt her heart melt at this. How could she not love a man who had to keep his clothes in colour formation in order to avoid fashion disasters. She brought her hand up to her mouth and felt her heart burst with love for him. Bless.

There was a small section at the back of the closet with women’s clothes in it. She guessed they were left overs from his exes. She picked up a black plunge-necked tee shirt, with the words ‘Rock Chick’ picked out in diamante on the front and checked the size. It was a size 4-6, bearing the label ‘Maternity’.

She made a face as she put it on. It fitted perfectly, plunging between her breasts. She checked her reflection in the full length mirror.

Ok, Rock chick ish but no too tarty. Must have been ex wifey’s when she was pregnant. God I can’t imagine Rich with a size zero woman, I mean he’s so big, in all aspects; he’d fucking crush her to death.’ she thought, grinning to herself, as she twirled in front of the mirror.

Satisfied with her appearance she turned to see if there was a small jacket she could pinch when she noticed a box full of make up.

‘What the hell’ she thought as she began to make her face up, checking the use by dates to make sure she wasn’t going to catch some god awful disease from using an out of date mascara. She applied a bit of eyeshadow in a taupe colour and tidied up her eyebrows before applying a couple of coats of the full lash mascara. She rooted around in the box and found a Chanel lip gloss in a peachy pink colour. She put it on and surveyed her handiwork.

Hmm, not bad.’ she thought, reflecting on the fact that she hadn’t worn make up for about six months.

She snagged a smallish black leather ¾ length jacket and picking up her boots, made her way downstairs to the den.

Richie was seating forward on the sofa, watching an American Football game. He was totally engrossed in it, watching the screen avidly. She sat next to him and placed her hand on his leg.

“Hey babe.” he said, distracted

She leaned against him and placed her head on his shoulder, breathing in his unique smell; clean and very masculine.

“So where..” she began

“Richie held up his hand for silence as the action heated up on the screen.

Dee sat back, a bit taken aback by his action. She sat for a moment then got up and went into the kitchen to get her cigarettes.

She then walked past him and out into the open air before lighting a cigarette and taking a huge drag off it.

She was standing in the garden, staring mindlessly into the distance when she felt his hands go round her waist.

“Sorry babe. I get like that sometimes. I get so totally in the zone that I forget my manners. Forgive me?”
She turned to face him and delighted as his eyes widened, taking in the plunge neck of the tee shirt and the make up she’d put on to enhance her eyes.

“Wow, you look amazing.” he said, walking round her, taking in the tight jeans and the form fitting tee shirt, topped off by a straw cowboy hat she’d picked up off the kitchen table.

“Thanks and you’re forgiven.” she smiled at him, her long hair blowing gently in the light breeze that was blowing in from the nearby ocean.

She sniffed, catching salt in the breeze.

“How far is the ocean from here?” she asked, dancing on the heels of her cowboy boots.

“Not far. Why?”

“ I want to go to the beach, walk on the sand.” Dee smiled, holding out her hands.

“Where ever you want to go I will follow.” he intoned, causing her to splutter with laughter, “Just let me put my boots on and grab another hat seeing as someone’s pinched the one I was going to wear. But I have to say it looks far better on you.” he smiled as he headed back into the house.

“Rich?” she called out as he entered the den.

“Yeah babe?”

“Don’t wear the leopard print one please?”

She could hear his laughter as he went inside.


The breeze from the ocean was wonderfully cooling as they paddled in the shallows. Both had pulled their boots and socks off and rolled up their jeans as far as they would go in order to enjoy the cooling surf as it rolled over their ankles. To anyone watching them they looked like any other couple in love, as they strolled along, hand in hand, laughing and joking with each other. Occasionally she would mock punch him on the arm when he cracked yet another truly dreadful joke, then pull him close for a hug and a kiss.

“So Rich, have you spoken to your ex yet about what’s happened?” she asked as they splashed water over each other’s feet.
“Not yet. She’s probably getting advice from her lawyers before calling. It’s something I’m so not looking forward to. What if she takes Ava away from me? I mean permanently? What the hell am I going to do without my baby?”

“Oh sweetheart I’m sure it’s not going to come to that. I’m sure that the police are going to find out that it wasn’t your fault; that you had nothing to do with her death and that your ex will see that and let you see Ava again. She knows what a good dad you are and that it’ll only hurt Ava if she’s not allowed to see you.”

Richie cuddled her close to him, resting his head on the top of her hat covered head.

“How can you have such faith in me when I have none?” he murmured, squinting through his sunglasses out to sea.

“I love you.” she uttered, softly into his chest, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his skin through his tee shirt.

Richie stilled. Had he heard her right? She loved him? He felt his heart leap at the prospect of this wonderful woman feeling the same that he was.

He pulled away from her and removed his glasses, prompting her to do the same.

He looked at her seriously. Dee began to feel a bit worried. Had he heard what she’d said? She hadn’t meant it to be audible; in fact she hadn’t meant to say it out loud, it has just slipped out as she’d snuggled into him, feeling content and warm and safe as she did around him.

“Did you mean what you just said?” he asked, his chocolate eyes boring into her blue ones.


“Did you mean it when you said you love me?” he asked with a quiet intensity.

Erm..yes…I did” she stammered under his close scrutiny.

Richie let out the breath he’d been holding in a rush and pulled her close again.

“I’m so glad.” he murmured, then pulled away again to look at her, “as I’ve fallen in love with you too.”

Chapter Twenty Four

Dee stepped out from the shower and wrapped herself in the luxuriant large towel Richie had given her. She wrapped her hair in a smaller towel and stepped over to the sink to brush her teeth. She opened a medicine cabinet to find about a dozen unwrapped toothbrushes. She smiled, wryly, as she reached for one and unwrapped it. Either Richie was meticulous in his dental hygiene or else he’d had a LOT of visitors stay over night.

She cleaned her teeth, ruminating on everything that had happened since Saturday morning. If she was honest with herself she knew that there was a great chance that what she was doing would be found out and that she would lose her secondment and be packed off back to the UK, jobless and homeless but she also knew that she had to do what it took to prove his innocence. She couldn’t live with herself if she did nothing.

She thought of the various bruises that Nick had given her over the years they’d been together and about how ashamed she’d been about them, passing them off as various keep fit injuries. If only someone had been as concerned about her as she was for Richie she might have been saved what she had gone through. But then, she reasoned, I might never have come over here and would never have met him. Some hurts were meant to be.

She reached for the hairdryer, marvelling that in the US it was commonplace to have hairdryers in the bathroom, and began to blow dry her hair. It reached half way down her back and she was seriously considering getting it cut off as she battled with the brush and the hairdryer.

Richie took the brush from her and bade her sit down on the stool next to the sink.

He began to blow dry her hair, softly brushing through it to create a little flick at the ends and some body from the roots.

“Where did you learn to do this?” she asked as she felt the bristles scrape her scalp softly.

“I was married to an actress you know. She liked her hair being done for her and I just got roped into it I guess.” he replied wryly, bringing the brush down the length of her hair.

“ I could get used to this you know.” she replied smiling, “It’s just something I never envisioned any man, let alone you, doing..unless they’re gay I guess. Hmm, you’re not trying to tell me something are you?” she mocked.

“Cheeky mare, after this morning and last night you ask me if I’m gay?” he smiled, bending down to flick open her towel and cup one of her breasts in his palm.

She gasped at the heat of his hand, groaning as his thumb toyed with her erect nipple. She could feel heat pooling between her legs.

Richie swung her round, making her gasp.

“Hey, I AM the King of Swing you know” he joked, getting on his knees

“Rich, that was dreadf…” she broke off as he snaked his tongue out to taste her.

“Oh god!” she breathed, as he circled her clitoris with his hot, wet tongue, his hand making circles on her freshly shaved mound. She favoured the Brazilian look but rarely had the time to have it waxed.

He thrust his tongue up inside her, tasting her juices, letting his thumb caress her clit in lazy strokes. His hair tickled the inside of her thighs and she had to stop herself from clenching them together against the waves of pleasure he was creating inside her.

“Hmm, you taste good.” he murmured huskily against her, the vibrations from his voice sending ripples of pleasurable heat through her.

He could feel she was near and doubled his efforts, pressing down on her clit with bold, firm swipes that caused her thighs to start trembling.

He looked up at her from between her legs. Her chest was heaving as she panted, glassy eyed, totally lost in what he was doing to her. She was so responsive to him he loved it. Most of the women he’d dated over the years had done all they could to please him and hope to be remembered for doing so but all he’d ever wanted was someone who truly responded to his touch. Him, Richard Stephen Sambora, normal guy, not Richie Sambora, Rock Star.

Dee threw back her head, barely holding onto the stool as waves of the most intense pleasure swept through her.

“Oh god oh god oh god.” she moaned as her inner walls convulsed around his tongue.

Richie reached up and stroked her breasts as he felt her start to come down from on high.

Giving her clit one last swipe with his tongue, making her squeal, he stood up and bent down to kiss her, his tongue coated with her juices.

Finally, leaving her looking like a train wreck he stood up and smirked.

“Gay am I?” he said before leaving the bathroom.

Dee stared after him in complete amazement before pulling herself together and following him into the bedroom.

Chapter Twenty Three

Monday 7am

Dee stretched and opened her eyes. Richie was still sleepily soundly next to her, long lashes resting on his cheeks as he slept, giving his face a rested, peaceful look that took years off his age.

She smiled and lay on her side, wanting to watch the man who had given her so much over the past two days but had asked for very little in return; only that she be there with him, whatever happened.

Richie opened his eyes, sleepily, to find Dee looking at him.

“Morning sleepyhead.” she said, throatily, smiling at him in a way that woke up various parts of his anatomy.

They had fallen into bed the previous evening straight after their shower, both more exhausted than they had cared to mention and had fallen straight to sleep.

Richie yawned then reached for her. He kissed her thoroughly, ignoring her protests about morning breath. After kissing the life out of her, or so she felt, he lay back and smiled, lovingly, at her.

“Last night, when you came, what was that spray you did?” he asked quietly, stroking her face with his fingertips.

“Erm, it’s called the female ejaculate.” she whispered, embarrassed.

He could sense her discomfiture and took her face in his hands.

“Hey, sweetheart, don’t be embarrassed. It was way sexy, I mean, hey it caused me to lose control completely. I’d like to see it again, if you know what I mean.” he raised his eyebrows sexily at her, “Can every woman do that? Cause, let’s face it, I’ve had a few women in my time but I’ve never seen that before.”

“Erm, I’m not sure, it’s just something I do when I come.” she shrugged shyly.

“Does it happen every time?” he was intrigued by her revelation.

“Erm, no, I mean yes,.. when I’m on my own then yes but it really hasn’t happened before with anyone else, so I don’t know.”

He chuckled to himself.

“Hmm, firstly I make you blackout and now this. I could get a huge…”

Dee elbowed him with an indignant look on her face.

“Ego, I was gonna say ego.” he laughed as he leaned in for another kiss.

His mobile rang and he rolled over to answer it.

“Hello, Love God at your service. Which virgin do you need deflowering?” he asked, with a full throated laugh.

Dee laughed, rolling over and pulling on his discarded shirt.

“Hi Rich, it’s Jon I was calling to see how you are but I can hear that you’re doing fine. I’m not coming over today I need to spend sometime with the kids and all, but call me if you need me. Can I speak to Dee?”

“Yeah sure man,” Richie said, motioning for Dee to come over to his side of the bed.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hey Dee, it’s Jon. Listen take care of him will ya, he’s very fragile underneath all that bravado.”

“I will, and Jon? Thanks.”

They said their goodbyes and she clicked off the phone.

Dee stood up from the bed and stretched properly. She turned to Richie who was lying on the bed, the covers pushed down to show him naked.

She looked at his erection and the raw sensuality in his eyes and unbuttoned the shirt she’d put on.

“So I guess breakfast will have to wait?” she murmured throatily as he reached for her.

“No, you are breakfast,” he replied, “And besides I wanna see you spray.” he murmured seductively, pulling her close to him.


“So what do you wanna do today?” he asked as he bit into the eggs and toast she’d made for him.

“I don’t know. I must call Simon, check in with him, make sure he’s not worrying needlessly or anything as he can worry something awful, plus I need to make sure he’s feeding Stella.” she said, drinking her coffee.

“Ok, do you wanna do that while I shower? Seems I got all hot and sticky this morning, can’t think why.” he grinned, egg yolk running down his chin.

Dee reached out a finger and wiped it up, licking the residue from her finger.

“Damn woman, you will be the death of me yet.” he said, huskily, as he finished his breakfast.

She laughed and swatted him on the backside as he passed by her.

“Go have your shower while I call Simon.”

She grinned to herself, feeling full of joy and love.

She rang Simon hoping that he’d have some good news for her.

“’Lo?” a sleepy voice answered.

“Simon. Have you got any news for me?”

“Dee? What time is it?” he asked, groggy

“Erm, about 10am.”

“Oh for fucks sake. I’ve only been in bed for a few hours.”

“And is that my fault? That you’ve been a dirty little stop out?”

“And I suppose you’ve been a dirty little stop in?” he retorted.

“Simon.” she stressed his name.

“Ok, ok, god woman what I do for you.” he muttered, feeling his wonderful dream about Jon’s tight little tush and a bottle of lube slipping away from him.

“Ok, I called in some favours and it’s being looked into. The official cause of death has not been noted yet and won’t be until the extensive tox screen is done, but that’s it. If nothing is found I can’t do anything else. As much as I love you I won’t put my job on the line for you, oh and you do realise that if any of this is found out then it’ll be your job that’s on the line. You do realise you risk deportation for this, and if deported you won’t be allowed back in the country for up to five years.”

“I know, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.” she replied.

“He must be some man for you to do this. What happened to the Dee I met? The one who had all straight men in the cunt zone?”

“I fell in love.” she stated simply.

“Does he know what you’re doing for him?”

“No, and if you say anything…”

“Who am I going to tell baby girl?”

“I’m sorry Simon, I know you wouldn’t. Anyway how’s Juan?”

“Asleep beside me, if you must know.”

“Ooh, the first one you’ve brought home. I’m happy for you. don’t take any shit from him and don’t let him use you. You know what happened last time and I have no intention of wiping your tears anymore.” she said, laughing, “Are you happy Si?”

“I am.” he stated, simply.

“I love you.” she said

“Love you too Dee, going now, back to dream about a tight tush and some lube.”

“I’ll tell Jon you said that.”

“How did you…never mind.” he said, shaking his head as she laughed on the other end of the phone.

Gently she replaced the receiver and went to find Richie.

Chapter Twenty Two

Richie rolled over and woke up. The room was cool and dark and he yawned, feeling slightly disoriented. He peered at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 10:45pm

He scratched and got out of bed. He really needed a shower, his hair was lank and his head itched.

He walked off towards to marbled en-suite bathroom and turned on the shower, looking appreciatively at the large showerhead that H had insisted they get. He stepped into the shower and groaned as the hot water hit his skin. He stood, head bowed, bracing himself on the marble wall, allowing the water to cascade over him. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

What the hell was he going to do? H was sure to stop him from seeing Ava that he didn’t even want to think about it. She couldn’t even turn up to a football game to watch her without having someone with her. It was almost as if she never wanted to be on her own with him again. It saddened him that what they’d once shared had turned into this.

He felt hands on his torso and jumped slightly, turning to find Dee standing in the shower with him.

“I came up to see if you were ok.” she said, smiling at him, squinting as the spray of water skimmed her face.

His cock twitched at the sight of her, as he took in her full but petite figure. He reached for her and she stepped into his arms. Turning their faces away from the spray he kissed her hard and thoroughly, reaching a hand down between her legs to find her nub.

She stiffened slightly as his calloused but oh so gentle fingers deftly began to rub her clitoris. She reached down to take his cock in her hands and, reaching for the shower gel for a little bit of lubrication, began to move her hands up and down his shaft. He groaned in the back of his throat, then growled as she bit down on a nipple. He threw his head back, breathing deeply as she laved his chest, nipping and sucking.

He jammed two fingers inside her and began to pump then in and out, whilst his thumb kept pressure on her clit.

Her breathing became ragged as she felt the heat spiralling from her toes, pins and needles began to creep up her legs. She let out a ragged groan as her thigh muscles began to shake with the effort it took to stand.

Richie could feel her trembling in his arms and it was only through concentrating on her that he could hold out as her nimble fingers worked their magic on his cock.

He turned her around in the shower and pressed her up against the golden marble of the shower wall. Dee gasped as the cool marble pressed against her heated skin. She squealed as she felt him ram himself into her, allowing her only a moment or two to get used to him before he began to thrust in and out. Faster and faster, his hand never leaving her clit. She began to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm came upon her. She moaned as she felt her internal walls contract around him and felt him push past the contractions, creating even more friction. Desperate to find something to hold onto as she felt the orgasm threatening to overwhelm her she blindly reached out, her hands clenching with a will of their own.

Richie looked at the woman who had captured his heart and smiled as he felt her orgasm hit. He shuddered as she contracted hard around his engorged flesh, trapping him momentarily, before he could pound into her, hearing the slap of flesh on flesh. He could feel her juices flowing down her thighs, coating his.

Dee stiffened as an overwhelming blast of internal heat made her shudder. Her breath coming in gasps as she felt her legs begin to give way. She felt her ejaculate began to spray and she clenched her teeth as the intense pleasure pain took over her.

Richie felt her shuddering around him, and a warm spray against his leg, and couldn’t hold out against the intensity of feelings that flowed through him. He thrust into her over and over until he was spent. He lowered his head and rested it against her back, feeling her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back.

After a few moments as they stood, still locked together in an intensity that neither wanted to break.

Richie moved first, easing himself out of her.

Dee turned to face him, feeling completely wiped out by the gamut of emotions she was feeling for this man.

She wrapped her arms around him and they stood under the spray of hot water, both feeling that they’d found the other half of themselves.