Horse play by AngelGoddess1981.pdf

I dedicate this story to you, the readers. If it hadn’t been for all of your continued

support throughout my “career” in the fandom, this story likely wouldn’t have been

released in any form. I truly appreciate all of the kind words each and every one of

you has offered to me over the years. It’s because of you that I have become the

author I am today.

As always, Twilight belongs to the always amazing Stephenie Meyer. She created an

amazing group of characters and if it hadn’t been for her, well, then none of us would

be here.

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Contents

Chapter 1. Upside Down 4

Chapter 2. Agree to Disagree 24

Chapter 3. Grounded 47

Chapter 4. Playing House 74

Chapter 5. This is Me 100

Chapter 6. My Heart: Where No Man Has Gone Before 130

Chapter 7. Revenge is Best Served Wet 155

Chapter 8. Spoken Answers & Untold Truths 186

Chapter 9. Nothing Left to Hide 211

Chapter 10. Road Trips & Rehearsals & Stylists…Oh My! 235

Chapter 11. Going Back to Move Forward 272

Chapter 12. Does Love Really Conquer All? 300

Chapter 13. The World Needs to Stop Running Interference 329

Chapter 14. The Next Step 357

Chapter 15. Mending the Bridge I Thought I Burned 376

Chapter 16. Happy Birthday, Indeed 407

Chapter 17. Riding Bareback is Always Risky 434

Chapter 18. Back in the Saddle 455

Chapter 19. Full of Surprises 479

Chapter 20. Unexpected Liaisons & Conmmitments 507

Chapter 21. Campfire Tales 526

Chapter 22. Tripped Up by Deja Vu 554

Chapter 23. Unable to Let Go 579

Chapter 24. Accidental Admissions 596

Chapter 25. Start Spreadin’ the News 620

Chapter 26. One Thing at a Time Here 641

Chapter 27. S & M: Suspicion & Misunderstanding 662

Chapter 28. Fatherly Advice & a Mother’s Approval 689

Chapter 29. Payback Doesn’t Always Have to be a Bitch 715

Chapter 30. Let the Countdown Begin 733

Chapter 31. Progression 754

Chapter 32. Caught in the Crossfire 779

Chapter 33. Rescue Mission 799

Chapter 34. Making Headway 824

Chapter 35. Is Anyone Ever Really Ready? 846

Chapter 36. And Baby Makes Three 862

Chapter 37. Lullaby & Goodnight 877

Epilogue. What Happens in Vegas 890

Horse Play

Chapter 1. Upside Down

Birds chirped in the tree outside my open bedroom window, the cool morning

breeze wafting in and tickling my feet because, at some point in the night before, I

had kicked them free from my duvet. One at a time, I opened my eyes, looking

around my room groggily. My clothes from the day before were draped over the

edge of my hamper, my laptop was half‐open on my desk, and my curtains were

open wide, allowing the early morning sun to filter in.

My house was eerily quiet, and I lay in bed staring at nothing in particular as I

tried to wake myself up. The sun was shining in through my window, and it made

me giddy for today’s training since I was likely going to be able to ride outside.

Living in Forks didn’t allow for a lot of outdoor rides, but every once in a while,

we were blessed with the opportunity. Suddenly it occurred to me that it was far

too bright to be before six AM—which was when my alarm clock was supposed to

go off.

Looking to my right, I noticed it was almost seven in the morning. I bolted upright

and ran over to grab my jeans from yesterday and a fresh t‐shirt. After quickly

pulling them on, I ran to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and pulled my

hair up into a haphazard ponytail before heading for the door. I slipped my

paddock boots on, quickly lacing them, and then rushed out the door.

As I ran all the way down my front walkway, I prayed that my father wouldn't be

too upset with my tardiness. I threw the front gate open and looked over at my

dad's house on the right and it appeared that no one was home.

"Shit!" I cursed breathlessly as I picked up the pace in an effort to make up for lost

time. By the time I reached the large barn, I was gasping for air, and the sound of

my boots hitting the pavement that was laid between the stalls startled several of

the horses that had been tethered there for the morning lessons.

"Bella?" a small, familiar voice called out.

I looked up and saw Jacob Black, the sixteen‐year‐old son of my dad’s best friend

and our lead horse trainer, Billie Black. He was also the stable hand we had hired

for the summer. He was smiling wide as he walked behind the small chestnut

mare and toward me as I tried to regulate my breathing.

"Oh," I wheezed. "Hey, Jake. Have you ... seen my dad?" My chest felt tight and hot

as I continued to suck in breath after excruciating breath.

"Not since he helped me muck out the stalls," Jake said timidly.

I looked at Jake apologetically. "Damn it. I'm so sorry; I overslept. I should have

been here. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Jake smiled. "Nah, don't even worry about it. It’s what I get paid for, right?"

I shrugged and patted him on the shoulder. "I guess. Listen, I need to go find my

dad and see just how much trouble I'm in, all right?"

"I wouldn't worry too much," Jake assured me. "He didn't seem too upset."

I narrowed my eyes teasingly. "See, it’s that "too upset" that has me nervous."

Jake laughed loudly. "Come on, Bella. You're a grown woman. How much trouble

could he possibly give you?"

"He's my boss, Jake. A lot." I had just turned to go check the paddocks for my

father when a large silver car drove past the barn door. The windows were tinted,

so I could only make out the faintest silhouette of the driver as it sped around the

far corner of the barn, disappearing from sight.

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