Free The Wild One by Theodora Taylor Page A

wake up,” he said, hating the reluctance he heard in his own voice.
    Please,” she cried, still writhing against him with her eyes closed. “I want you inside of me. I’m going to come if you don’t take off your pants.”
    His dick was thrumming, he wanted her so bad. “Layla . . . stop,” he said, but he was barely able to get out the words, his voice was so clogged with lust.
    Then she came, so hard her climax soaked through the crotch of his pants. And that was what finally woke her up in the end.
    Her big eyes flew open, and she looked six different kinds of stricken as she realized what had happened.
    Andrew’s heart iced over. “You thought I was Nathan, didn’t you?”
    “No!” But still she scrambled away from him, sitting up in the bed and closing her robe as if something horrific had just happened. “I’ve never done anything like that in my life. I thought—I thought it was a dream, but I definitely thought it was you in the dream. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—“
    “Stop fucking apologizing to me,” he said angrily, unable to bear the contrition in her voice, as if doing anything intimate with him was the worst thing on earth.
    That’s when it occurred to him. “You didn’t come here because of me, did you? You came here because you knew this would be the last place on earth anyone, including Nathan, would look for you. That’s why you took the bus into town as opposed to a plane, because you could pay in cash. You’re hiding out here.”
    Her eyes flashed with guilt before she looked away and that told him all he needed to know.
    “Say something,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
    “Like what?” she shouted back. She stood up and firmly tied the robe’s belt around her waist. “You told me to stop fucking apologizing to you.”
    For a moment, Andrew was taken aback. He’d never heard Layla curse, even in the heat of anger. Then the moment passed and she was suddenly on the move.
    “You don’t want me to say I’m sorry, but I am. I really am. I shouldn’t have done that, and I shouldn’t have come here. You don’t understand, I’m not who you think.”
    “I know you’re not. The Layla I knew would never use one brother to hide from another. You know, I’ve always thought you were the innocent victim where Nathan and I were concerned. He came after you because you were dating me. I was to blame for letting him believe you didn’t want to be with him after your accident. And after what Diana tried to do to you, I was eaten alive with guilt. It would have killed me if something had happened to you because of what I’d done. But right now, the way you’re acting, like you’re as hot for me as you used to be for Nathan? I’m seriously wondering if you haven’t been playing us against each other from day one.”
    Her eyes widened with the insult and she opened her mouth to say something back. But then at the last moment, she clapped her hand over her mouth and ran out the room.
    Andrew cursed silently as he watched her go.
     
     
    AFTER THE ARGUMENT WITH ANDREW, Roxxy ran straight out of the house. Didn’t even bother to get her shoes. Just grabbed the same clothes she had been wearing for three days straight off the line and walked down the ranch’s main dirt road until she came upon the old gray barn where they stored the hay and other feed. She pulled open one of its double doors, grateful for the refuge. She then put on her clothes before putting the robe back on and curling up in a fetal position on a hay bale.
    She’d once had a nip slip on the red carpet that made the front covers of several European gossip mags. She’d flubbed the American national anthem in front of millions of World Series viewers. There was even a viral video going around of her falling on her butt at a concert, an animated gif of which had been turned into a popular meme people liked to leave in the comment sections of articles about people saying or doing stupid things.
    But she