Page 66 of Journey to Love

He laughs and we head toward the stables, where the majestic animals await. I approach one of the stalls and find a beautiful black horse, its coat shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the windows. "Can I pet you?" I ask, addressing the horse directly.

"She's really good at it," Jacob chimes in mischievously, shooting me a wink.

I roll my eyes at his innuendo and laugh. Then, he hands me a carrot and gestures for me to offer it to the horse. I eagerly lift my hand, gripping the carrot, and begin to move it toward the horse's mouth. But before I can get too close, Jacob steps in behind me and gently lowers my hand.

"Not like that," he advises. "That's one way to accidentally get bit."

I'm taken aback by his sudden intervention. "Oh, sorry," I mumble, feeling embarrassed by my mistake.

"No need to apologize," he reassures me with a chuckle. "Just trying to help you keep your fingers."

He adjusts my hand, showing me the correct way to offer the carrot to the horse. As his warm hands guide mine, I can't help but feel a flutter in my stomach at the closeness between us. With his body wrapped around mine, I tentatively extend my hand toward the horse, grateful for Jacob's guidance and his protective presence.

The horse takes the carrot eagerly, munching away contentedly as I stroke its soft nose. "You are so beautiful, you know that?" I murmur, feeling a sense of peace wash over me in the presence of such a magnificent creature.

"Yes, you are," I hear Jacob's voice behind me, but his words aren't directed at the horse. When I turn to look at him, I find him gazing at me with a tender expression, his eyes filled with warmth and admiration.

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I shyly glance away. "Oh, stop," I murmur, trying to conceal my growing blush.

But Jacob steps closer, enveloping me in a tight embrace. His lips find the sensitive skin of my neck, planting a gentle kiss there. "I'll never stop telling you how beautiful you are," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.

My heart skips a beat at his words, filling me with a sense of joy and contentment unlike anything I've ever known.

In the quiet of the stable, nestled in Jacob's embrace, it dawns on me: I've fallen hard for him. It's a revelation that catches me off guard, but it feels undeniably right. Being with him is like finding that missing piece of the puzzle I didn't even realize was missing.

As his heart beats against mine and his arms envelop me, I feel a sense of contentment I've never experienced before. Jacob has been a constant source of love and support, showing me a depth of affection I've never known. And now, I can't imagine my life without him.

However, there's a nagging voice of doubt in the back of my mind. My past hasn't been easy, and the idea of opening up to someone and risking heartache again is daunting. Can I truly let Jacob in, flaws and all, and still be loved unconditionally?

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. But when I look into his eyes and see nothing but love and acceptance, it gives me hope. Perhaps I can take that leap of faith. With Jacob, I've found a sanctuary—a place where I can be authentically myself and still be cherished.

So yes, it's official: I've fallen deeply in love with Jacob, and I wouldn't change a thing about it.

“Jacob?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for bringing me here, I needed this more than I ever knew” I say and he holds me tighter. “I love that you are here with me” he says.

I turn and lean up, my lips seeking out his in a desperate embrace. He responds eagerly, pulling me in even tighter and wrapping his arms around my waist. I press myself against him, feeling the warmth of his body through our clothes. His hands roam over my back, sending shivers down my spine. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as we both lose ourselves in the moment. I can feel the hunger and passion building between us as our tongues dance together in a heated exchange. Suddenly, he lifts me up from my ass and pushes me against one of the walls, his firm body pressing against mine. I can feel his erection through his pants, rubbing against my entrance and driving me wild with desire. He continues to kiss me hungrily, his lips trailing down my neck and igniting a fire within me. His hands move down to my waist, pulling me closer to him, as I moan softly into his mouth. I feel him hardening even more against me, his desire plain for all to see. At that moment, I realize that I can't resist him any longer. I reach down and unzip his pants, freeing his erection from the confines of his clothing. It springs free, hard, and pulsing, its thickness making my heart race with anticipation.

"Jacob! Anya! Dinner's ready!" Jacob’s mom's voice rings out from the porch.

"Fuck!” “Shit" we both mutter simultaneously under our breath. Jacob hastily adjusts his pants while I hastily straighten my shirt. After a moment's pause, we both burst into laughter. "We should probably find a more private place for this next time," I suggest between giggles.

Jacob grins mischievously. "Eh, I think the horses enjoyed the entertainment," he teases. I turn my head to see at least a half dozen horses poking their heads out of their stables looking at the two of us, their ears perked forward in clear interest at what has just transpired. We both let out a laugh as Jacob began wrapping his arm around me as we headed back to the house.

As we gather around the dinner table, Jacob’s mom turns her attention to me. “How was the tour of the farm?” she inquires.

"It was really wonderful," I respond warmly. "Your property is absolutely stunning. I especially loved meeting the black horse; he's quite majestic," I add with a smile.

Jacob’s mom beams with pride. “He's a gem, that one! Have you ever ridden a horse before?” she asks curiously.

I shake my head. “Not much, just a few times as a kid. There was this one birthday party at a horse farm, but that's about it,” I explain.

She nods understandingly. “Well, maybe Jacob can take you out tomorrow for a ride,” she suggests.

Suddenly, Jacob starts coughing, and I can't help but stifle a laugh inwardly, knowing exactly what he's thinking.

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