Honor Creek Farm
Through the Red Gate
Equine vet and jumping judge Georgie Faris has buried the grief of her husband’s death in her work with world-class equine athletes and a short affair with Olympic Rider Teegan Molineaux. When her life seems the most confusing, gorgeous Vicente Asturias gallops into her world, bringing with him intensity, sensitivity, fabulous sex, and 2000 tulips – just what Georgie needs to become whole again.
What begins as the story of Georgie’s rebirth as a contented, happy woman evolves into a mystery involving international horse thievery, finding love when you least expect it, and recognizing that walking boldly through the red gate really does result in becoming a different person.
Genre: Contemporary
Length: 52,771 words
THROUGH THE RED GATE
Honor Creek Farm
Bobbi Perkins
EROTIC ROMANCE
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THROUGH THE RED GATE
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DEDICATION
This first book is dedicated to my love, my wonderful husband who has always supported everything I have done. Thank you for the space and time to write this and begin the saga of Honor Creek Farm. And to my horses and dogs, who make me smile everyday— thank you! Finally to all of the horsewomen out there who read erotic romance—this book is for you!
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author
THROUGH THE RED GATE
Honor Creek Farm
BOBBI PERKINS
Copyright © 2015
Prologue:
Fantasies and Dreams
Callused fingers rolled my nipples into tiny pebbles. Heaving and sweating, I bucked my hips upward, straining for relief. The crunch of tires on stones, growing louder and louder, the rumble of a heavy vehicle, vibrated my body. In the dark room, I came up out of the dream and realized that someone was pulling into my driveway. I saw headlights cut white, jagged lines through the fabric of the curtains. I glanced at the clock. Five-thirty. It must be Osvaldo and the guys. I could hear his heavily accented voice. “Vámos, amigos. Miss Georgie wants everything done today.”
It would be another thirty minutes before my alarm would ring, and I would get up to conquer a ridiculously busy day. Might as well take advantage of this quiet time. Running my hands slowly down the length of my body and back up again, I caressed my skin, soft and still warm from the night. I sleep nude. Always have—you never know. My nipples were indeed hard. I ran my hand down to my pussy—I couldn’t remember if I had a sexy dream or not last night. Oh, well, I guess I did. I was certainly wet enough for what I planned to do. Rolling over and opening the drawer of my nightstand, I reached into the drawer. Ooh, Officer Victor, how I do like you! With your shocking pink silicone, seven speeds, and perfectly molded shape, you always please me. And speed six? My favorite. A rapid set of six pulses and a five-second vibration, then a pause gets me off every time.
I tapped his button and inserted the good officer, gently moving it in and out to get it lubricated. Ohh, Officer Victor, you are sooo smooth. The vibrator began to hum in a sexy, throaty way. I could feel and hear myself getting wetter—a slight squish sound was now the soprano line to the deep hum. I hit the button five times to get to my favorite number six. Pulse and hum. Pulse and hum. My fingers were working my nipples, hard, rolling them back and forth. The vision to push climax appeared. My wonderful husband Dash and I were together in a large, gauzy canopy bed on the beach, the night of our fifteenth anniversary.
Once more, I felt the enigma/woman’s hand on my back, caressing my ass, my back. I was pushing the good Officer in and out faster, my breath increasing. I rocked up and down on Dash’s hard cock, and the mysterious hand gently moved and caressed my left breast. Dash was holding me close to his chest, battering me with his tongue. Long warm, soft fingers toyed with my nipple while Dash moved his hips in rhythm with mine. I could hear his shaven balls slap against my ass. Pulse and hum. I was riding Officer Victor, circling my hips just right to get the pulse to hit my clit and the hum to be deep in my pussy. Finally, I could feel my orgasm rising.
Low in my belly, heat spread from a tiny place somewhere in my womb. The warmth expanded relentlessly, growing more intense as the fire enro
bed my clit. I’m stroking and hearing the pulse and hum. At exactly the perfect instant, I tilted my hips and jammed the dildo deep, angling it up against my clit. I came, shuddering and moaning, still stroking and still hearing and feeling the pulse and hum.
Good one, Officer Victor. It’s no wonder you are my favorite. Too bad you don’t cook.
Chapter 1:
Ready or Not
As the morning sun rose in the Maryland sky, painting the waves on the Chesapeake with shimmering green and gold, Georgie lay in her bed for a few minutes, bringing her breathing down to a more normal rate. She sighed, a deep, melancholic breath, and wondered for the millionth time if her recollection of the woman on the beach was real or some manifestation of her confusion. Tears began to form in her eyes, as she felt the sad, familiar ache from missing Dash carve another trench on her battered psyche. Pushing her missing half out of her heart, she began to let her head work. The list for the big event this weekend presented itself to her as one great big set of problems to solve and people to satisfy.
The alarm rang at six. Time to get the show on the road.
By the time she got out of the shower, there were already four messages on Georgie’s phone. Despite the internal pressure she felt to direct the work at her equine veterinary practice and make the Honor Creek Farm Annual Hunt Trials perfect, she decided to wait until she was dressed and had coffee before starting to call them all back. I need lots of coffee, my ever-present notebook, and the time and place to write stuff down. No use in being unprepared to answer the questions. As Georgie dressed, she looked around her bedroom. After Dash died she needed to do something to regain her equilibrium, to feel like she controlled something in her life. She had remodeled parts of the old house, adding a large master suite. It reflected her personality perfectly: —tans, dark browns, and a hint of red here and there on pillows. She wanted a sanctuary and made it so with a low European bed, a cashmere throw, and creamy Flokati rugs. No man had been in that bedroom. “Yet,” she said out aloud. “Maybe someday, when I figure myself out. I’m no good to anyone else in my current frame of mind.”
She put on some basic underwear and a sports bra, since she would be working the horses today. After adding a long long-sleeved white polo shirt, cobalt blue quilted vest, wool socks, and tan full-seat breeches, she stepped into her worn slippers. Georgie ran her hands through her short dark brown hair. Her jagged bangs gave her a slightly spunky, sexy look that set her apart from lots of other horsewomen, who, despite their ages, still wore their hair long. She didn’t get that–—hair just gets in the way.
She looked in the mirror. “Yup. Horse lady. No doubt.”
As she opened the bedroom door, two sleepy-eyed eyed Golden Retrievers looked up, waiting for their Pavlovian signal that it was in fact morning and they should get up. Georgie punched some numbers into the alarm, and by the time the electronic voice said, “Unarmed,” the dogs had gotten up, stretched, and walked over to the door, asking to go out
Georgie thought about how the pace of the weekend would begin to quicken in earnest, as riders, friends, and horses started arriving for the event. She smiled again, remembering past Honor Creek Trials, the rides, the wine, and the dancing into the late evening. It made her teary to think that on the twentieth anniversary of the event, Dash wouldn’t be there to see what he had created.
Chapter 2:
A Confusing Surprise
At the close of the very long day, Georgie poured herself a small glass of wine, checked the dogs’ water, and gave them pets. “Good night, boys. See you in the a.m.” She grabbed the laptop and headed for the bedroom.
Georgie put her glass of wine on the nightstand, thinking that she would have a quick look at e-mail, strip down, and crawl naked into the bed. Because you never know. Chuckling to herself, she opened the laptop and settled into the pillows on the bed for one final check. She scanned them, seeing requests for slots in the trials and appointments from the hospital. Then one caught her eye. She clicked it open, roughly grabbed the wine, and started reading.
My dearest Georgiana. I hope that you are well and that this e-mail does not distress you. I know your event is this weekend. I should have written sooner, but things have been a little crazy here.
My wish is that it is not too late to register for the Annual Honor Creek Farm Hunter Trials. As you well know, I have ridden in it many times and have always loved the competition and the atmosphere. You and Freddie put on such a superb event. I do not have a horse in the states, so I was also hopeful that you had an “extra” I could ride. If that is too much to ask, I understand. I want to come to the event anyway.
All of the hotels around are booked, so not only am I asking for late entry and a horse, but I also need a place to stay. May I stay with you? I know some of the pros will stay at your house. I will take a couch. My embarrassment is acute, but I am in a rather difficult position right now. Celeste and I are no longer together, and as our formal separation is being completed and the property divided up by our respective attorneys, I have decided I need to be home, in the US, to try to figure out what I do next. She and her new lover—a man of all things—will take over management of the farm, but they must buy me out and split the horses with me. All of that is underway now. I am at loose ends, and the only person I could think of was you. Please don’t be angry with me. Just tell me that it is okay if I come—to you, to the event.
The end of the e-mail was signed Teegan, with a phone number.
Georgie choked on her wine. “Oh my God. Teegan. I am wearing her good-bye bracelet right this minute.”
Georgie took another long drink of the wine, slammed the glass on the night table and lay back against the pillows. Holy crap. Holy crap, crap, crap. What the hell? I don’t need this. Teegan. Oh God. I don’t think I can do this. I never had closure. She taught me so much about myself, my needs, about being with a woman. Then, she left me. She used me. I don’t know who I am, what I want. Georgie lay in her bed and began crying, sobs wracking her body. She let it happen, all of her confusion and anger, sadness and stress flooding out. Gradually, her sobbing quelled. She grabbed the wine and finished it off in one swift draught.
Calm down and decide. Can Teegan stay here? Where would she sleep? Who would she ride? Who the hell has Celeste dumped her for? Answer the first questions first. Answer the ones you know the answer to. Yes, Teegan can sleep right here, with me. I want that, despite what I know in my heart. She can ride Bonnie. I have no clue about Celeste’s new squeeze and frankly, I don’t care. Okay, all settled. Now to compose the text. I wondered where she is right now? It doesn’t really matter. I need to sleep, and she won’t get here until morning anyway.
After drafting several notes, some sounding desperate, some sounding harsh, she finally pushed send.
T—of course you may come here. I have room for you and a horse—Bonnie—if you really want to ride in the trials. See you in the morning. If I am not here when you get to the house, the key is in the same place it has always been and the alarm code is the same. Let yourself in and make yourself at home. Let the boys out. Ride. See you soon. G.
Georgie washed the tears from her face and returned to bed. As she was exhausted, she fell quickly to sleep. Her dream was the same as the night before. It was very dark. She was snuggled deep in the bed and heard tires crunching the gravel in the driveway. In the dream she heard a door open and close, then nothing. She was sleeping deeply, and then felt a weight on the side of the bed. Maybe I left the door ajar and one of the dogs was taking advantage of that. She rolled over and felt around but found no dog.
It was a wonderful dream—all warm and sensuous. Someone was gently touching her back, caressing her neck, her ass. God it felt good, dreaming about long, slow fingers running up and down her back, legs, and hips again and again.
Georgie’s dreaming mind said, “Touch yourself. You’re going to come.” Her body responded, and as she reached for her clit, she felt hot breath on her neck and a long slow se
t of kisses down the side of her face, a tongue flicking toward her mouth. Georgie’s eyes flew open and she rolled over onto her back. Before she had a chance to say a word, her mind exploded.
Teegan. Here. Kissing me. Crushing her mouth on mine, thrusting her tongue deep. Oh my God.
Teegan’s hands were greedy with Georgie’s breasts, grabbing them whole and squeezing them, making Georgie moan. She pinched her pink nipples and dove her tongue deeper into Georgie’s hot mouth. Teegan bit at her lips and pinned Georgie to the bed with her arms, her body, her hips. Naked, Teegan was rubbing her whole body on Georgie’s, moaning, mewling, needy.
Georgie’s brain was working overtime. God, this is so hot. I have missed this. Oh God, it’s so good. I can’t do this. I can’t. Teegan kissed Georgie hard and then slid her way down Georgie, licking and nipping her flesh as she made her way to her goal of Georgie’s pulsing pussy. She spread Georgie’s legs wide open and kissed her inner thighs. Moaning, Teegan thrust her tongue deep into Georgie’s pussy.
“Oh God, Georgie. You taste so good. I am going to make you come hard, baby. I need to you come hard for me.” She inserted one then two fingers deep into Georgie’s wet folds. She was relentless, finger-fucking while her expert tongue drove Georgie’s clit to the perfect place.
“I am going to come, Teeg,” Georgie moaned. “I want…”
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