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Now he and I were both coming at the same time—and Eve was helping.

I felt myself dripping down Nick’s cock. My walls clenched around him, and I could feel him pulsing inside of me—emptying himself.

And it felt unbelievable.

“Honest to Christ, you two are going to be the fucking death of me.” Nick’s hot breath wafted over my neck and cheek. He kissed the side of my head and pulled out. “Now, get your asses upstairs for the next round.” He slapped my behind and helped me off the ottoman. He reached his hand over and helped his wife next.

“I mean it.” He kissed Eve’s lips and grasped her behind with both hands. “Upstairs, now.”

6

Giselle

The next day, Carlo showed me all around his estate. The others had been there before, so they walked along with us but hung back a bit with the kids.

To say Carlo’s estate was huge—was an understatement. It took up the entire hilltop and down—way, way down. His vineyard contained neat, tidy, never-ending rows of grapes.

Carlo took a lot of pride in what he had. I could tell not only by the way he spoke about his property—but how he acted while he did that.

His entire demeanor changed and a certain light inside of him appeared to switch on.

A light I hadn’t seen yet.

And it warmed my heart to know Carlo felt that way about something.

“And last but not least,” he said as we turned around a break in the trees.

He guided me down the narrow path and—“Whoa,” I said and my feet suddenly came to a jarring stop. In front of me was a huge barn with an even larger paddock.

With so many horses.

So.

Many.

Horses.

I took a deep breath and felt my eyes getting watery.

“Why are you stopping?” Carlo’s hand squeezed mine. But I didn’t answer. I was frozen to my spot. “Giselle,” he whispered into my ear, and kissed the side of my face. “What’s wrong?”

I blinked.

And then I blinked again.

“Are they—are they real? Or am I dreaming?”

Carlo chuckled and kissed my cheek. I felt the scratchy scruff from his beard. “Come and meet them. I’ve told them all about you.” His voice was playful but part of me wondered if Carlo talked to the horses when no one else was around.

I know I used to.

At one point in my life, horses had been my best friends. Without them, I’d probably be—

Well, let’s just say I’m alive because of them.

I followed behind Carlo as he pulled me along to meet the horses. A few neighed right away and trotted over to see us.

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