Both Georgie and Vicente shook their heads.
“Fine, then let’s go.”
The captain signaled to his officers and strode to the door of the large manse. The door opened, and they could see Angelica, looking stricken and scared. The detective went into the house with several officers, and shortly, he emerged with Angelica and Andrew in handcuffs.
The detective nodded to Vicente and Georgie. “Go into the barn, and identify your horse please, Doctor Faris.”
Angelica gasped and slumped over onto the ground, crying. The detective said, “Stand up, Missus Duarte. You will be present when Doctor Faris identifies her horse.”
As the group made its way to the barn, a light breeze blew from behind the group to the front, wafting a powdery scent into Georgie’s nose. She leaned into Vicente. “That smell. I have smelled it before—in my office after the break in. What is it?”
Vicente’s eyes grew wide with renewed anger. “Angelica’s god-awful perfume. I hate it. She must have been the one who stole the things from your office! She has been at your farm.”
Vicente held Georgie close as they walked into the barn. He directed her to the stall in which he found Bonnie. Georgie broke into a run, found the stall, and opened the sliding door. She began to cry, rubbing Bonnie’s face and crooning softly against her neck. Bonnie nickered and pawed the ground.
“I know, my girl. We will get you home as soon as we can. You are going to fine, beautiful girl.” She looked over at Vicente and saw him looking at her with complete love in his eyes. She looked at him and said, yet again, “Thank you, Vicente. Thank you.”
The detective spoke, his loud voice booming through the huge barn. “Doctor Faris, is this your horse?”
Georgie replied, “Yes, sir. This is my horse, which was stolen from a barn in Florida a week ago.”
“Is there anything you wish to say to Missus Duarte and Mister Saint Romaine?”
This surprised Georgie. She hesitated for a moment, nodded, took hold of Vicente’s hand, and then said in a very clear and unemotional voice, “You both are a disgrace to horse people. Your moral corruption is outweighed only by your stupidity in thinking that you would not get caught. I have known you, Saint Romaine, and have never trusted you. You are an abuser of your animals, and I am fearful of what we will find when we examine all of these horses.
“And you, Missus Duarte, I have no adequate words for you. You stole my horse. You broke into my office. You took advantage of my good friend, and somehow, while in your care, my horse was injured. I cannot imagine what other unfathomable things the two have you done, but I promise you, the truth will be told. I hope you both rot in hell.”
Vicente stepped forward, still holding Georgie’s hand. He looked at Angelica with pure hatred in his eyes. “Your selfishness and greed ultimately caught up with you, Angelica. You finally will suffer something close to what you deserve. You will rot in hell, I am sure of it.”
As the police were taking Angelica away, she started to yell and scream. “I did this for you, Vicente, so that you could see that I could do what you taught me. I still love you. You must see that I did this all for you…”
The officer pushed her into the car, and Vincente and Georgie could no longer hear her.
Chapter 15:
Life Is Like a Bed of Faris Tulips
Georgie and Vicente were sitting on the front porch, sipping coffee and enjoying the spring breeze. Across the drive, they could see the early-morning activity in the barn—horses being turned out, hay being thrown down from the rafters—and someone had started the tractor to drag the indoor ring.
From around the corner of the barn came Osvaldo leading Bonnie. “I knew you would be out here this morning, it is so beautiful. I thought I would bring you your girl for a good-morning rub before I turned her out.”
Georgie rose out of her chair, glancing back at Vicente, forever grateful to him for helping to find Bonnie and the other horses. She put her arms around the big horse’s neck and spoke gently to her, so quietly that neither Osvaldo nor Vicente could hear what she was saying.
Osvaldo took the opportunity to whisper to Vicente. “I think that today may be the day the tulips begin to open. Can you keep her in the front of the house until later this afternoon?”
Vicente laughed lightly. “I have had to try for the past two weeks. I think I can manage a few more hours.”
Georgie handed Bonnie back to Osvaldo and thanked him for bringing her over. She sat back down and grabbed Vicente’s hand. “So, what shall we do with our day? We have the whole day to ourselves. No work, no people, just you and me.”
Vicente stood up and extended his hands to Georgie. “Here is my idea. I would like to kiss you all over and see what comes up!”
They both laughed as they walked into the house. They put their coffee cups down on the counter and stepped forward, falling into each other’s arms. Vicente held Georgie tight, kissing her, running his hands up and down her back and her hips. He led her to the bedroom, the bed still unmade from the night before. Georgie started to say something, but Vicente put his finger to her lips.
“Shhh. No talking, my love. Let me take care of you.”
He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. He gently kissed her clavicle and her throat while dragging his fingers back and forth across the top of her torso. With one hand, he unhooked the front closure of her bra, freeing her breasts. Her breathing was coming in ragged spasms, now as Vicente began the slow buildup she loved so much. He moved his mouth down to her right breast, taking her already-hard brown nipple in his mouth. He squeezed her other nipple, making it hot and hard.
She moaned, as he moved his mouth to her other breast and sucked, hard. She gasped in pleasure. He grabbed her ass in both of his hands grinding his hips into her as he kissed her neck. He slammed his mouth on hers, moving his tongue, exploring her lips, her mouth. She could feel his cock straining against her leg, throbbing through his pants.
He held her away, looked deep into her eyes and then leaned in again, kissing lightly from her breasts down her stomach until he reached the button on her jeans. He blew hot breath through the fabric, making her squirm in anticipation. Unbuttoning her jeans, he pushed them down to the floor and slipped a finger between the silk of her panties and her pussy and slid it back and forth, front to back. Georgie dropped her head to the pillow and heaved a huge sigh of pleasure.
“You are wet, my love, just the way I like you to be. I want to taste your sweetness.”
Vicente gently pushed Georgie onto the bed and removed her panties. He moved a pillow under her hips and ran his hands slowly down her entire length. He spread her legs with the palms of his hands and dragged his fingers, feathering, from her thighs all the way to her ankles. Vicente knelt between her legs and leaned down, deeply breathing in her sweet and musky scent. He dipped a finger between the folds of her lips and drew it out, hearing her moan deep in her throat, a growl of expectation.
Georgie started to move her hips, letting him know she wanted to come. He leaned in and began lapping at her pussy, circling her clit again and again with his tongue. He sucked on her labia, and felt her shudder, her entire body quaking in need of release. He wanted to give her what she needed. Shifting slightly for a better angle, he softly stroked one finger beside her clit. Vicente had discovered that this soft stroking gave her long, deep orgasms that made her become unglued. He used his other hand to finger her deeply inside her pussy.
He loved watching her face when she came. She was so beautiful. He continued to stroke her, softly, careful not to push directly on to her clit. He moved slightly and put two fingers inside her, wiggling them up and down to hit her G spot. He gently stroked near her clit and she began to pant. “Come for me, Georgiana. Let go. Come on my fingers.”
Georgie could feel her orgasm rising, causing a hot ripple from deep in her womb, emanating out and taking over her entire body. She was circling her hips, panting and saying, “Oh God,
Vicente, finger me harder. I am going to come. Oh God. Oh, Oh, Oh. Ahhhh. Oh my God. Vicente, I can’t take any more, oh my.”
Vicente continued to gently stroke her, she continued to come, releasing more of her sweet juice until Vicente’s hand was covered and wet. It seemed to Vicente that her orgasm went on for several minutes. She was sweating and panting, as she gradually came down, breathing hard, but was smiling broadly at Vicente. “How did you do that to me? Wow.”
“You are so beautiful when you come. I love giving you pleasure, my love.”
“Well, come here. I want to give you some of the same.”
Vicente and Georgie finally awoke later in the day sated, satisfied, and hungry. After a light lunch, Vicente suggested that they go for a walk. He had an ulterior motive. He wanted Georgie to walk back toward the house so that she would see the tulips beginning to bloom.
They walked round the barn and out to the cabin holding hands and quietly talking about their future, the two golden retrievers trailing behind. On the way back, they cut around the paddocks and walked up the back service driveway.
As they came to the crest of the hill, Georgie stopped. “Oh my God. Vicente, look.”
She picked up to a run, stopping in front of the field. It was full of tulips, all beginning to bloom. She gazed at them, tears forming in her eyes. Suddenly she was hit with recognition and shock. She looked at Vicente. As far as she could see were tulips, in so many colors— yellow, white, red, a purple so deep it looked black, and orange. She knew that there were many more tulips than last year, more colors and types. Georgie looked deep into Vicente’s eyes. “You did this, didn’t you? You finished Dash’s tulip garden. It is incredible. Oh my. When did you do this?”
“Ah, Georgiana, it was not just me. I did it a little at a time when you went to the hospital and on call. Then when I had to go to Spain, and we had all of the excitement with Bonnie, Valdo and his guys finished it. I wanted to honor Dash and make it my gift to you. I know how important the project was to him. Just to be exact, there are now twenty-five hundred tulips planted there.”
“Vicente, I am so deeply touched. Thank you, my love. I love you with all my heart.”
Vicente opened the red gate to the field and gestured for Georgie to walk through it. With sharp clarity, Georgie had the sudden realization of the truth in William Faris’s belief about the red gates. She knew she was different, better, happier since Vicente had come into her life.
With an adoring look at Vicente, she slid her hand into his, gripping it with all the love and strength she could give. She squeezed his fingers tightly, vowing privately never to let go.
“Let’s go home, Vicente. Let’s go to our home.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bobbi Perkins writes every day in her cozy, tiny office, overlooking the Chesapeake Bay. After many years of teaching college-level writing, she knew that her own writing needed a charge and some real excitement. She decided to try her hand at erotic romance, and Honor Creek Farm was born. Bobbie lives with her husband, two huge Golden Retrievers, and four horses on a small farm in Southern Maryland.
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