After turning off the light, she settled down under the puffy down quilt. Georgie did some calming breath work and felt herself relax. She rolled over onto her side and snuggled deeper into the bed, beginning that wonderful drift into sleep.
The click of the door brought her back to the present. Ah, she chose the bed instead of the couch. As she felt Teegan’s weight on the bed, Georgie lifted the covers so she could slide underneath.
“I’m sorry. I am really, really sorry. I’m still pretty fucked-up about this whole situation.”
Pulling her close, Georgie stroked Teegan’s hair. “It’s is okay, Teeg. I understand. It’s hard, very, very hard to lose what you thought was yours forever. Do you want to talk about this now?” Teegan slowly shook her head no.
“Okay then. Let’s get some sleep and we can deal with all of this on Sunday, when the event is over.” Georgie shifted to make room for Teegan in the bed.
Teegan took a deep breath. “But, you promised to make love to me. I really need you. I want you. This morning you said you would do me today. I have been waiting. All day.”
She was running her hands up and down Georgie’s arms, legs, touching her breasts and face. “Please, Georgie.”
Georgie pushed all of the negative thoughts out of her head, threw caution under the bed and rose up onto her forearms, covering Teegan’s mouth, and giving her the answer she asked for.
Teegan was wearing a tiny celadon-green T-shirt and a pair of matching silk shorts. Georgie lifted her arms, took Teegan’s shirt off, and threw it across the room all the while kissing her neck and her breasts and biting her nipples and her belly. She pushed the shorts down around Teegan’s knees, and Teegan kicked them off the rest of the way.
“Ah,” Georgie breathed into her hair, moving her hips to lie on top of her. Kissing her again, Georgie thrust her tongue repeatedly, their breath growing ragged and rapid. Grabbing each of Teegan’s hands in her left hand, Georgie dragged them up and over Teegan’s head, holding her in place while, with her fingernails, she tortured Teegan, tracing them down her body. Georgie, pinched her nipples, hard, making her moan and twist in the bed. Georgie released her hands, moved down, and parted Teegan’s legs to expose her shaved pussy. Georgie lightly brushed the outside of her labia, feeling the wetness and the heat.
“Deeper, Georgie. Do me deeper.”
Teegan started moving her hips. Georgie knew what she wanted—to be finger-fucked hard—but she wouldn’t give into her immediately. She wanted her to want it, really want it, to beg for it. In the back of her mind, she wanted to punish Teegan in a small way. You are an idiot. Finger-fucking Teegan is not exactly punishment. Shaking her head to rid herself of the ridiculous thoughts, Georgie dipped her right forefinger in between Teegan’s labia, touching her liquid core. Teegan humped the air, slowly rolling her hips back and forth. Georgie dipped her finger in her pussy again as Teegan bucked forward, trying to get Georgie’s finger in deeper. Teegan’s head was touching the pillow and her feet were firmly planted on the bed—but everything else was arched up in pleasure.
“Oh, no, not yet. Not yet. Let me do this. You took such good care of me last night. It’s my turn.”
Georgie pushed her finger into Teegan’s hot, wet pussy. Teegan was moving her hips higher, harder, trying to make Georgie drive deeper into her heat and wet. Teegan moaned.
“Oh fuck me, Georgie. Please. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me come.”
Georgie moved her long, hard fingers, in and out of Teegan’s taut body. Georgie inserted a second finger into began stroking hard. Again, Georgie’s mind drifted. What am I doing here?
Teegan’s small hands were grabbing the sheets, balling them up in her fingers. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Georgie. I need you.”
She was getting very close. Georgie continued pounding two fingers, alternating moving them in and out and then in a circular motion. Suddenly, she pinched Teegan’s outer lips together, rubbing them up and down against each other. She let go and thrust her fingers in again. Teegan’s clit was engorged, poking out from between her lips like a flower pushing through the moist ground. She knew Teegan was close and what it would take to send her over the edge.
Teegan bucked harder. “Yes. Yes, fuck me, Georgie. I’m going to come.”
Georgie moved her thumb and began making circles around and around Teegan’s plump clit.
Teegan moaned deep in her throat. “I am coming Georgie. Oooooh.” She melted, shuddering on the bed. She slammed her legs closed with Georgie’s hand between them. Teegan moaned against Georgie’s neck and kissed her. “What can I do for you tonight, hmmm?”
Georgie hesitated. A fleeting vision of a good orgasm with Officer Victor passed before her. She pushed it away. She was feeling uncomfortable again, like she didn’t belong there. “Oh, Teegan, it’s late. Thank you so much, but I think I really need to sleep. I’m exhausted already, and it’s only Friday night. Is that okay with you?”
Teegan’s blue eyes narrowed. “I get it, Georgie. Really I do. We both need our beauty rest!” She laughed a tight, little laugh, belying her disappointment. “Good night. Sleep well. Tomorrow will be here too soon.”
“Good night, Teegan. Sleep well.” Georgie rolled over and stared at the picture of she and Dash in the oval silver frame on the nightstand. What are you doing, Georgie? This will lead nowhere good. Get a freakin’ grip.
She fell into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 4:
Stolen Comfort
The alarm blared at five. Georgie felt as if she had only slept for a few minutes. Teegan lightly shook Georgie’s bare shoulder. “Georgiana, you need to wake. This is your big day. Dash is looking at you and Freddie from heaven, and he’s giving you a beautiful day, I just know it. The footing’s good, the horses are ready, and your riders will make you proud. Let’s go.”
Georgie rolled over to face Teegan. “You know I have to be judge and host today, right? I can’t be with you today.”
Teegan dropped her head and nodded in resignation. “Yes. I get it. Totally. Besides, I have to be me today—Olympic rider, winner, golden girl of the field. Crap. Yes, I get it.” She took a deep breath. “I will take care of Bonnie for you today. Everyone will see that she is a huge talent.”
Georgie hugged Teegan. “You’ll ride beautifully today. I’ll see you after the awards and the dance. Have a great day, Teegan. You deserve a good one.”
Shoving her arms quickly into her robe, Georgie walked into the kitchen and flipped on the lights. The dogs looked up to say, “Hey, it’s way too early for this.” She petted them both. “No worries, boys. Don’t get up until you feel compelled.” They dropped their heads down to the beds with deep sighs.
Georgie ran through the shower and came out to find Teegan had laid her clothes out on the bed—tan full seat breeches, a white scoop T-shirt, a white button-down oxford shirt, and the blue blazer with the silver Honor Creek Farm Crest on the left pocket. She even put out jewelry—diamond and silver button earrings that Dash bought after Georgie won the Heritage Jump, the one show she wanted to win all her life. She saw her mother’s vintage Rolex watch and the silver bracelet Teegan gave to her as she left to go to Celeste. Next to that bracelet was a new one, a very thin silver chain.
Teegan looked into Georgie’s eyes. “You are an amazing woman and you deserve everything that is perfect in this world. This chain is perfect and you must wear it today, your perfect day.”
Georgie was stunned but didn’t have the time to register the import or the symbolism of the gift. “Thank you. Thank you for arranging my outfit. Oh my. Thank you, Teegan.” Georgie’s rational mind kicked in, and she quickly went into show mode. “I need to get into the kitchen and out to the barn, up to the cabin, and into the event.”
Before walking briskly through the kitchen and out the back door, Georgie grabbed piece of quiche, a cup of coffee in a thermal cup, She walked directly to her office and noticed the office door was slightly ajar, and Georgie pushed it open with
her foot, balancing both quiche and coffee. The door swung open. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. What the hell?”
The entire office was a shambles. It was torn up, with couch and chair cushions slit and stuffing strewn all over the room. Papers were pulled out of the file cabinets and flung, some of them shredded and piled in the corner. One pile looked as if it had been set on fire. Georgie began to shake with intense anger. Fire burns paper. Fire burns hay. Fire burns horses. This is the biggest fear of my life. Georgie stomped on that pile, just in case and lifted some of the burned paper to her nose. It was not fresh.
“What the fuck?”
With shaking hands, Georgie dialed the sheriff, Jan Gamble. She picked right up. “Jan, it’s Georgie.”
“Hey, Georgie. Today is the big day. I’ll be up with the fam later. What’s up?”
On the verge of tears, Georgie explained the situation. As she was talking to the sheriff, Georgie detected an unusual and unfamiliar smell—powdery and sweet. She figured it was related to the burned papers.
“Okay, we’ll be right there. Don’t touch anything.” She paused. “Did you check your medical office and the truck?”
“No. Hold on. I’ll walk over there.”
Georgie walked slowly across the fairway and tried the door of the medical office. It was locked and with shaking hands, she unlocked it. “Okay. No damage to the office, and the truck is downtown at the clinic since they’ll bring it up today fully loaded in case we need it.”
“Okay. We’ll be over in a few minutes. Stay cool.”
Georgie went back to the office and stamped around the room a bit more to make sure there were no sparks. She turned around, closed the door, and went to find Osvaldo.
Georgie found Osvaldo mucking out one of the stalls. Shaking and angry, Georgie grabbed Osvaldo roughly by the arm and pulled him into the empty stall. “Sometime overnight, someone broke in here and did damage to my office. Have you noticed anything odd in the rest of the barn?”
He shook his head no.
“Okay, do a bit more checking. I need to go get the laptop in the house and get the info I need for today. Let’s not tell anyone else about this. Jan and her guys will be here and let’s just see if we can keep this as quiet as possible. Okay?”
He looked stricken. “Miss Georgie, I can’t believe this. I was here until very late. Oh, God. All the horses are okay. I promise you.”
“I know. We are fine. It’s probably just some dumb kids. We’ll figure it out. Jan will figure it out. Let’s go have a good day today. Make sure you and the guys get quiche.”
He looked at Georgie and raised his eyebrows high, not comprehending.
“Oh, sorry, Osvaldo. Egg pies. There are egg pies in the kitchen. Go get some. Get your guys. Make sure you eat this morning.”
He nodded and slowly walked down the fairway of the barn.
Georgie checked the time on her mother’s watch and decided Mom was sending a message that Freddie needed to know about the break-in, without everyone else hearing. Standing in the yard between the house and the barn door, she dialed Freddie’s number. When Freddie answered, Georgie deliberately used the Freddie tactic—a full paragraph with questions, answers, and positions in one unit. “Freddie, hey, someone broke into my office. Not the vet office, my business office. Probably just some dumb kids, but I called Jan, and she and her guys are coming up to check it out. No horses are in danger. We are okay. We need to get on with the day. Where are you?”
“Holy crap, George. What the fuck?”
“That’s what I said. Look, there was a little damage, but I’m willing to bet it wasn’t terribly bad. So, come to the house. Let’s regroup and then get the show on the road.”
As Georgie walked toward the house, she could see Jan’s Jeep coming up the hill. Deciding to let Jan do her job, Georgie resolved to do hers—get the event off to a great start and an even better finish. Georgie walked back in to the house and as she did, she could hear Misty saying to someone, “Well, this is just a little vanity show for Georgie. She likes to show off her judging creds.”
Georgie stalked angrily up to Misty. “I’m sorry, Misty. I must have misunderstood what you just said.”
Misty lifted her head and looked Georgie directly in the eye. “Well, Doc, you have no idea what really goes on out on the road, now. Your time out there has long past. Besides, this is a vanity show—no points, no cash. I’m pretty much wasting my time here. If I had something else to do, believe me, I’d go do it.”
Freddie walked right into that conversation and stood next to Georgie, shoulder to shoulder. Georgie felt her stiffen and take a small step forward as Misty was talking. No one called Georgie “Doc.”
Misty turned away. “I need some more coffee before I kick ass in this dumb little show today.”
Under her breath, Freddie asked, “Who the hell does she think—” Before she could finish her sentence there was a commotion in the kitchen.
“Stupid dammed dog. You made me drop the milk,” Misty said.
Georgie had to keep herself from grabbing Misty by the throat. The last refuge of a bitch—blame the dog and use him as a distraction. Georgie suddenly wished Misty would do something really dumb and get disqualified today.
One of the caterers appeared out of nowhere, dropping to the floor to clean up the mess and to soothe the dog. Freddie and Georgie moved quickly to Tex—he looked up, stricken as if he had really done something bad.
“Oh, Tex, good boy, buddy. Let’s go outside.” Mack took both dogs outside.
Brock’s hands were clenched in tight fists as he stepped up to Misty. “You might want to go to your room. Or maybe a hotel. You have been inexcusably rude in Aunt Georgie’s home. You clearly don’t want to be here—I don’t know why you came. In fact, I don’t think you need to be here today. Please leave.”
It was Misty’s turn to look stricken as she realized that it was their family show. She was there by invitation only. And Brock had just rescinded her invitation. She stalked off up the stairs to the bedrooms. The room erupted into intense chatter about what they had just witnessed.
“Okay, folks. Deep breath. More coffee. And then we’ll get going,” Freddie said, trying to get Georgie calm, get everyone organized, and get the event off to some kind of reasonable start.
Freddie handed Georgie coffee. “I have the flyers, the posters, and I made you and me notebooks with the divisions, the horses, the riders, and the info that the announcers have. What else do you need?”
“I need my course map. I need the diagram for the course, the details for each jump. The large diagram was in the office. Fuck. That’s what was missing.” Georgie slammed down the coffee cup and went running back across the yard to the barn, bursting in on Jan and her two guys, standing in the office looking around at the mess.
“Jan, my diagram. It was on the table. It’s not there. It’s the diagram of all sixteen jumps, their precise placement, the measurements, the distances, the projected speeds and the times I anticipated for each division.”
Freddie had followed Georgie in and looked at Georgie with fear clouding her eyes. “Why would someone want that information? What could they do with that information? Change their riding? Not such a big deal. Change the course. Not likely without us seeing, since we walk it, as does every division, and it’s printed on posters and flyers for the participants to use. Damage the course and potentially hurt the horses? That’s a possibility. Deliberately alter one or more of the jumps to hurt a horse? To discredit us? To hurt a rider?”
Jan raised her hand,. “Okay, let’s settle. A few questions, just quick ones, I promise. Then we can get you back to your event.”
Jan proceeded to ask the routine police questions—what time Georgie discovered the break in, had she moved anything, what was missing, and if anyone suspicious had been around the farm in places they shouldn’t be this week. Georgie answered all of her questions and then looked at her watch.
“Jan, I have to get going. Horses are
arriving, spectators are coming and the first division goes at nine. I’m sorry. Can we finish this later?”
“Sure. We will take some pictures and do our notes and get out of here. I’ll talk with you later.”
Georgie ran back in to the house, grabbed the laptop, and ran to the truck.
Chapter 5:
The Divisions
The next time Georgie looked at her watch, it was ten thirty and time for a short break to move horses, check the jumps, and let the next division walk the course. So far, so good. No safety issues and lots of fun. Some of the junior riders had shown marked improvement over their rides last year and were very excited. As Georgie walked into the cabin to get a cup of coffee, her phone rang.
“Miss Georgie, almost everything is perfect except for this rider Misty. She wants me to load her horse and take it to Turnberry where she says she is going to board him. I thought she was riding in the show. I don’t have time to do a transport now and neither do my guys. Will you talk to her?”
“Of course, Osvaldo. Hand her the phone. Misty. Here is the deal. You need to make your own arrangements with Turnberry if that is where you are taking your horse. We’re in the middle of a show and cannot and will not move your horse. So call them and make your own arrangements. And finally, Misty, let me give you some advice as an old hand in this business. You are rude and arrogant. That attitude is not going to serve you in the long run. Please give the phone back to Osvaldo.”
Georgie gave her no opportunity to respond. She had neither the time nor the patience with someone who blames dogs and makes unreasonable demands.
“Thank you, Miss Georgie. We are fine otherwise. How is it going up there?”
“Really well. On time and no serious safety issues that I can see. We are on break between divisions one and two. Is Jan still there?”
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