Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Maybe Journey just has a bad personality,” Julio said dryly, in his lightly accented English.
I giggled.
“Is that even possible? Can horses have bad personalities?”
The handsome Argentine grinned at me in the low light of the barn, so gorgeous that my breath caught in my throat.
“Why not? Horses have personalities just like humans, cats, and dogs.”
“I guess so,” I acknowledged with a sweet smile. “I just thought ... well, it’s like human babies,” I explain. “There are no ‘bad babies.’ There are merely babies whose needs aren’t met, and so they cry and wail and scream. They’re not ‘bad’ per se. They’re just hungry, or tired, or frustrated, and don’t have the words to express it.”
Julio grinned, one big hand stroking along Journeyman’s gleaming chestnut flank.
“Well, that sounds like a child with a bad personality to me,” he said in a wry tone. “Why, do you think differently?”
I laughed again, so comfortable being together, and incredibly happy in his company.
“There are bad babies! There are bad horses too—”
But then my words were cut off because Julio had leaned forward to catch my startled lips in a kiss. It was intimate, tender, and so beautiful that my heart raced as my insides heated.
“Oh my god, Julio, should we be doing this?” I panted, eyes wide when we finally broke away. The handsome polo player’s expression was conflicted, his black brows drawn in a frown. But he lifted one big hand up, square and sure as he stroked the velvety skin of my cheek.
“I don’t think I can resist you anymore, mi corazón,” he rasped in a tortured tone. “You have tempted me for too long.”
Then, we fell into each other’s embrace, and my heart beat so hard that I thought it might fly right out of my chest. Here was a man! A real man, and not one of the nitwit teenage boys at my high school. Julio was gorgeous, athletic, and he was attracted to me, Jenna London. Of course, the problem was that he was dating my mother, but he assured me that he and Stephanie were basically platonic by that point. Sure, he and Stephanie kissed and hugged, but they saw each other as more as friends than anything romantic. According to him, they had a “mutual understanding,” and enjoyed each other’s companionship, but nothing more.
So yes, I engaged in a passionate, romantic affair with my mother’s boyfriend. The sex was incredible, and the first time we were together, Julio claimed my virginity.
“Mi corazón, you did not say,” he whispered tenderly in my ear after we were done. “Why did you not reveal you were an innocent?”
I smiled softly in the darkness, my curves flushed and sated although there was a bit of an ache between my legs.
“No, it’s okay,” I whispered, my heart fluttering as I clenched my thighs together. “I didn’t want you to know because ... well, I’m inexperienced and I thought adult men didn’t like that.”
Julio merely groaned deep in his chest before pulling my curves close.
“No, you’re wrong, mi corazón,” he murmured softly into the delicate seashell of my ear. “You’ve given me a gift. The most precious gift a woman can give a man, and I am grateful to you, mi amor. Gracias.”
My heart fluttered and then swooped as we embraced again, a flood of adoration filling my veins as I kissed Julio with all the passion in my heart. After all, he was my dream come true. He was a Latin stallion with the physique of a pro athlete, the heart of a gentleman, and who adored me in return – or at least that’s what I thought.
Because of course, we used condoms and yet somehow, I got pregnant during our brief tryst. I’m not sure how it happened because I don’t recall ever not using protection and yet, there it was. Two lines on the pregnancy test. My pupils dilated as I began to hyperventilate. Oh my god, was this for real? Was I really expecting Julio’s child? Then again, I’m a curvy, fertile young woman, and he’s a virile, experienced alpha male. It was totally possible.
Now, I’m here to tell Julio about the pregnancy, and my pulse races as I watch for his tall figure striding towards the barn. He’s just finished training, and I figure this is as good of a time as any to tell him.
Sure enough, that powerful figure materializes, and my heart goes flippity-flop.
“Mi corazón,” he murmurs tenderly, trailing one hand along my cheek. “I missed you. Let me just put Toto in his stall.”
Then my man disappears into the back of the barn, the grey polo pony following obediently. He reappears shortly, incredibly handsome in his polo whites. His dark hair is sweaty but falls attractively across his forehead, and oh my god! There’s a bulge in his pants. We’re so attracted to each other that it’s like constantly being aroused, with non-stop sex occurring at all hours in almost any location. We’ve even done it right here in the barn a few times, sweaty and hot, praying that no one would see our illicit coupling.