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Radnor’s words still echoed in her mind. Bury his face between her thighs and feast on her sweet flesh until she screamed with pleasure. Just like her dream from last night.
A thought occurred to her. Compete. Did she really want to know? “Umm, what do you mean, compete?”
Radnor’s gaze was fierce as he watched her. A sense of determination surrounded him. “Sexually.”
Her mouth dropped open and she shook her head in denial. Surely he couldn’t mean what she thought he did.
He plowed forward, ignoring her denial. “We will take you to bed, separately and together, and pleasure you. That way you will be able to choose which brother you like better.”
“That’s…” she struggled to find the right words, “that’s crazy.” At least that’s what her brain was saying. Her body was thrumming with sexual arousal, as though it had decided to embrace this dream to the fullest and take advantage of what was being offered.
Radnor’s lips pulled into a thin line. He propped his hands on his hips. He looked huge standing over her. She realized she was still reclining on the bales of hay, her dress riding up, exposing a large amount of bare thigh. She scrambled to her feet and shoved the pink polyester down to cover herself. It wasn’t a soft bed anyway and the stiff blades of grass were sticking into her bare legs and scratching her arms.
“Not crazy,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “It is simply the way things are here.”
40
This was the strangest dream she’d ever had. It was very real. If the situation in her real life wasn’t so dire, she might like to stick around and see where things went. But she didn’t have that luxury.
She tried to reason with him. “Okay, let’s just say for the sake of argument, I believe this is real. I didn’t ask for this. What if I want to go home?” Roxanne backed up a step as Radnor stirred restlessly in front of her. He seemed to become even bigger, every muscle in his arms rippling as he crossed his arms over his chest. “The tapestry will appear again on the third day. You will then have to make your choice. Go or stay.”
She shook her head, making it throb. This was crazy. Totally unbelievable. Three days. She didn’t have three days. Not even in a dream. She had to wake up this very moment. Now.
She scrunched her eyes together and concentrated fiercely on waking. She opened her eyes to find herself still in her dream world. Try as she might, nothing happened.
She was still standing in a large, stone structure, her bare feet on the smooth ground and several strands of hay stuck to her uniform.
The sweet smell of the hay and the darker, lusher scent of hot male wafted around her. The sound of her breathing got louder with each passing second. There was still an incredibly handsome and extremely large man standing in front of her. It all seemed so real even though she knew it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
She was probably lying unconscious in her apartment. Or worse, maybe even now she was stuffed in the front seat of Michael’s vehicle as he drove her back to Nevada.
Maybe even the trunk, depending on what he was driving and his mood. She had to wake up.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated with all her strength. She tightened her fists by her sides and hunched her shoulders. “Wake up. Wake up,” she commanded herself.
She opened her eyes and Radnor was still standing there watching her. There was an aura of sadness about him she hadn’t seen there before and, somehow, she knew she was responsible for it.
“I’m sorry,” she began, willing him to understand. “But this isn’t real.” She darted around him, searching for an exit. “I have to wake up. I have to get back home.” He didn’t stop her as she ran through the opening behind him. Roxanne glanced around. The building was obviously a barn even though it seemed to be empty. Where were the horses? There was no time to ask questions. She had to wake up. There was an
Radnor’s words still echoed in her mind. Bury his face between her thighs and feast on her sweet flesh until she screamed with pleasure. Just like her dream from last night.
A thought occurred to her. Compete. Did she really want to know? “Umm, what do you mean, compete?”
Radnor’s gaze was fierce as he watched her. A sense of determination surrounded him. “Sexually.”
Her mouth dropped open and she shook her head in denial. Surely he couldn’t mean what she thought he did.
He plowed forward, ignoring her denial. “We will take you to bed, separately and together, and pleasure you. That way you will be able to choose which brother you like better.”
“That’s…” she struggled to find the right words, “that’s crazy.” At least that’s what her brain was saying. Her body was thrumming with sexual arousal, as though it had decided to embrace this dream to the fullest and take advantage of what was being offered.
Radnor’s lips pulled into a thin line. He propped his hands on his hips. He looked huge standing over her. She realized she was still reclining on the bales of hay, her dress riding up, exposing a large amount of bare thigh. She scrambled to her feet and shoved the pink polyester down to cover herself. It wasn’t a soft bed anyway and the stiff blades of grass were sticking into her bare legs and scratching her arms.
“Not crazy,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “It is simply the way things are here.”
40
This was the strangest dream she’d ever had. It was very real. If the situation in her real life wasn’t so dire, she might like to stick around and see where things went. But she didn’t have that luxury.
She tried to reason with him. “Okay, let’s just say for the sake of argument, I believe this is real. I didn’t ask for this. What if I want to go home?” Roxanne backed up a step as Radnor stirred restlessly in front of her. He seemed to become even bigger, every muscle in his arms rippling as he crossed his arms over his chest. “The tapestry will appear again on the third day. You will then have to make your choice. Go or stay.”
She shook her head, making it throb. This was crazy. Totally unbelievable. Three days. She didn’t have three days. Not even in a dream. She had to wake up this very moment. Now.
She scrunched her eyes together and concentrated fiercely on waking. She opened her eyes to find herself still in her dream world. Try as she might, nothing happened.
She was still standing in a large, stone structure, her bare feet on the smooth ground and several strands of hay stuck to her uniform.
The sweet smell of the hay and the darker, lusher scent of hot male wafted around her. The sound of her breathing got louder with each passing second. There was still an incredibly handsome and extremely large man standing in front of her. It all seemed so real even though she knew it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
She was probably lying unconscious in her apartment. Or worse, maybe even now she was stuffed in the front seat of Michael’s vehicle as he drove her back to Nevada.
Maybe even the trunk, depending on what he was driving and his mood. She had to wake up.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated with all her strength. She tightened her fists by her sides and hunched her shoulders. “Wake up. Wake up,” she commanded herself.
She opened her eyes and Radnor was still standing there watching her. There was an aura of sadness about him she hadn’t seen there before and, somehow, she knew she was responsible for it.
“I’m sorry,” she began, willing him to understand. “But this isn’t real.” She darted around him, searching for an exit. “I have to wake up. I have to get back home.” He didn’t stop her as she ran through the opening behind him. Roxanne glanced around. The building was obviously a barn even though it seemed to be empty. Where were the horses? There was no time to ask questions. She had to wake up. There was an
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