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rst told me we wer

ass crack of America. I couldn’t imagine ever getting used to the heat and humidity. I mean, they don’t even get snow for Christmas! The whole idea of it ha

a couple of weeks ago. The only that made this place bearable was our next-door neighbor. He’d introduced himself shortly after

zing against his deep tanned skin. I’d tried to tell myself that no one could be that gorgeous, that he was probably bald beneath his red Ragin’ Cajuns baseball cap, but he’d removed i

on as he’d said goodbye, and I’d been doin

hat chang

our houses, a little trail through the woods that’s been kept mostly in check from the weeds that constantly try to encroach on it, and as I leave the shelter of the woods, I s

about how perfect it would be to sit out ther

grip

ay it cool, though. I don’t think he’s the type of guy who’s

’m close enough, I breathe in a deep lungful of the comforting scent of horse. My love of horses has been a truly shocking realiza

ous black-and-white Paint, and he immediately sticks his head out when he sees me, curious to see what I’ve brought. His f

nna spoil

rk boots, and the sweat glistening on all that tanned, toned muscle has my panties sopping wet in no time. God, his body is amazing. It’s the kind of lean, chiseled body a man gets from workin

age to say, giving Pie

ucking intoxicating. It’s not stinky B.O. It’s more like just raw, rugged manlin

r Pierre’s black ma

grin. “Pierre likes you. I don’t mind if

ile at him. I remind myself that I’m not supposed to be act

t ask me why I’m here, so instead he

graduated high school, right? I’m 18 now,” I throw in just so he know

anything. I just don’t want to go to college just yet,” if ever, I add silently, “and I

ant to add, but I don’t, showing rem