Free The Wild One by Theodora Taylor

her by the arm. “Come on,” he said.
    “Where are we going?” she asked.
    He didn’t answer, but their destination was soon revealed when he opened the door to the master bedroom. This bedroom was much larger than the one he’d given her, with furniture made out of the same material as the old-fashioned barn, which Jeb had told her was used to store hay for the horses and feed for the cows.
    “I was like you when I first got here, after leaving my wife,” Andrew said, after indicating she should go into the room ahead of him. “I knew our marriage wasn’t working, but I couldn’t get to sleep at first because I was used to having somebody else in bed with me.”
    “That is definitely not why I can’t get to sleep,” Roxxy assured him. If only he knew how long it had been since she’d had anyone in her bed overnight.
    “Just lay down,” he said. “I’ll stay on my side, you can stay on yours. If you’re not asleep within an hour, then feel free to go downstairs, make more tea, and resume your pacing.”
    Roxxy frowned. “Just an hour? Then no more complaining if I need a few more cups of teas to fall asleep?”
    “If you’re not asleep within an hour, I’ll escort you to the liquor cabinet and pour you a glass of scotch myself. That’s how I eventually started getting to sleep on my own.”
    “I don’t really drink. Two nights ago was fluke,” Roxxy said.
    But she tentatively climbed into the left side of the bed, getting as close to the edge as she could before she let the sheet settle over her.
    “But if this means I can go back to making my tea in peace…” she said. Then she closed her eyes so Andrew wouldn’t be able to accuse her of not at least giving it the old college try.
    She never got her fourth cup of tea. And the next thing she knew, she was having some kind of weird sex dream. In it, she was lying on her side and grinding her naked hips against someone’s very large erection.
    “Let me in, Layla.”
    “Take off your pants,” she gasped out, barely able to contain herself.
    But he didn’t, just kept grinding his hips against hers, until she thought she might go crazy with lust.
    “Layla, wake up.”
    “Please,” she cried. “I want you inside of me. I’m going to come if you don’t take off your pants.”
    “Layla…stop.”
    But she couldn’t stop her hips from seeking out what they so desperately wanted, and soon she felt herself shatter against his cloth-covered erection. She moaned as her dream orgasm rippled through her, riding her body in waves.
    The sensations were so intense they jerked her awake with a loud gasp. And that was when she discovered it hadn’t been a dream. She was in Andrew’s arms, and his gray eyes were open, boring into hers with unbridled anger. And from what she could feel, she had just come all over the crotch of his pajama pants.

CHAPTER 9
    ANDREW had never had a dream like this. In it, he and Layla were laying sideways in his bed, kissing, and everything else had fallen away: the ranch, Nathan, Amy—nothing else mattered but their joining together.
    He ground his hips against hers, but though they were both completely naked, some invisible force was keeping him from what he wanted the most. To be balls deep inside of her, fucking her the way that sweet body of hers had been tempting him to ever since she showed up in Sinclair Township.
    “Let me in, Layla,” he groaned.
    “Take off your pants,” she answered back, even though he wasn’t wearing any.
    Andrew came awake in a blaze of hot confusion, only to find an even hotter sight in front of him: Layla, her guest robe open to reveal her tight brown body, was grinding against him in the wild throes of a sex dream.
    Even as his dick rejoiced and demanded he do exactly what she’d asked, his conscience let him know no matter how unbelievably sexy she was at the moment, he couldn’t plunge himself into somebody who wasn’t awake, somebody who wasn’t his girlfriend.
    “Layla,