Drew [The Texas Senator's Sons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Hennessee Andrews

  Drew continued to flip through the stations while drinking his beer. “One down and more to go,” he mumbled and got off the couch to fetch another. Stumbling through the kitchen, Drew opened the refrigerator and felt his muscles ache. Maybe he had worked a little too hard today. He stretched then grabbed a beer and made his way back to the couch, picking up the remote as he sat back down.

  “Not a damn thing on!” Drew leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. Maybe he should get out for a while, he thought. He could go to the local dive and shoot some pool. Nah, he didn’t have the energy or desire to do that, and there would more than likely be women there, considering it was a Saturday night. Nope, he didn’t need that kind of distraction. Most likely he’d see a woman that his dick would go nuts over. Well, he could always watch a good skin flick, he thought. Those always seemed to keep his libido in check, especially when he felt his control wavering, like today.

  The movie began to play as Drew tipped up his beer up, feeling his dick already stirring. It really bothered him that he was so weak sexually. That was indeed his major problem. He had no control, and rational thinking always took a backseat. He shifted uncomfortably and rubbed at the hard erection he had already obtained just seeing the exposed flesh of a woman. At least he was alone and didn’t have his heart on the line, and that made it worth it somehow.

  This particular flick Drew enjoyed quite a bit because there was no kissing and no intimacy. It was just hardcore sex that escalated into rough sex that both the stars seemed to like. If he could find someone that just liked to have wild and rough sex with no intimacy and no feelings involved, he’d be on cloud nine. But since that wasn’t going to happen, he’d have to settle for this.

  Although it seemed a little pathetic, Drew was taming the demon inside him or, rather, appeasing the demon. He unbuttoned his jeans and eased them down along with his boxers and began to lightly stroke his cock while watching the couple on the screen. He tipped up his beer again while watching. The woman in the scene began to give the man a blow job, and Drew gripped his cock tighter, watching her mouth stretch open to accommodate his girth. Her bright-red lips smoothed up and down his length while the man’s hands tangled in her hair. At first he was gentle then became a little rougher and thrust his cock deep into her mouth and groaned in satisfaction when she hungrily sucked, apparently loving being dominated and controlled. How Drew would love to have a great blow job right now. It would sure beat jacking off alone, but he’d do whatever was necessary at this point. He continued to drink and stroke himself.

  The male porn star jerked the woman to her feet and pushed her over the edge of the bed. A hard slap to her ass had her whimpering and pushing her ass toward him, begging to feel his cock inside her. He quickly complied and shoved his dick in to the hilt with one hard thrust. The woman screamed out in pleasure, and her body pushed for more. Drew began stroking himself harder and a little faster. How he’d like to sink his dick into a woman.

  “Yes, oh fuck me harder!” the woman squealed, and the man complied, almost ruthlessly thrusting in and out of her wet pussy. Drew stroked harder and felt his release hovering close. His cock throbbed and ached. Jacking himself didn’t seem to fulfill him, but it was enough. It would be enough, because he wasn’t about to get involved with anyone for a very long time. Drew could feel his balls tighten with each stroke. His eyes continued to watch. His right hand stroked, and his left hand turned up his beer, trying to quench his thirst.

  The man on the screen flipped the woman to her back and teased her clit with his dick. She purred then squealed when his dick entered her again, her ass slapping against his thighs. The man began to rub her clit with his thumb while he plundered her pussy over and over again. Yeah, just like that, fuck her, punish her.

  “Ooh, baby, I love your huge cock. Please don’t stop!” the woman breathlessly moaned out. Her tongue licked her lips, and her hands pinched her nipples.

  “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?” the man said while sweat began to drip from his brow, his hips still thrusting in hard and long.

  “Yess!” the woman squealed. Her body contracted as her release ripped through her, and her cry echoed from the television.

  The man followed and thrust into her pussy hard. “Yes, hell yes!” he shouted, shooting his release deep inside her, pumping quick thrusts, and pulling every ounce of pleasure from her he could.

  Drew stroked hard, and his release racked his body. His cum spurted out in a steady stream as his body quivered with shorter spurts, lessening until his cock only dribbled his cum out. His chest heaved in and out while aftershocks gripped him. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes, his breaths still coming hard. Drew kept his eyes squeezed tightly shut and shivered as he milked his cock with slow strokes. He rested like that for a few minutes and felt the world shift beneath him. The anger he had pent up all day seemed to fade away effortlessly. He needed this. He had to have sexual release, and since he had no plans of finding a woman, this would have to do.

  After Drew cleaned up his mess he grabbed one more beer out of the refrigerator and stood nude, looking out at the starry sky from his back porch. The breeze was warm and inviting, so he continued to drink and enjoy his sated feeling.

  Chapter Two

  Drew woke early and shuffled to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. His head seemed clearer, and his dick, well, it felt a thousand times better. He thought about today and how he would occupy his time while Regan and Damon were gone. There was plenty to do at the barn after he fed, so he decided on a plan for the day.

  Pouring a cup of coffee, Drew tried to get his mind off Shay. She still wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t that he pined for her or still wanted her. It was the fact that she had fooled him so well and effortlessly. How could a woman have that much control over him? He did have to smile when he thought of her current location. Yeah, he was sure she wasn’t having a real good time in the Woodman State Jail, located in Gatesville. Yep, he hoped she would rot there.

  Drew continued to sip his coffee and went out on the back porch and sat in his chair to watch the blaze of the rising sun. His thoughts had him beginning to chuckle. He could almost see Shay in an orange jumpsuit bitching about it. She really hated the color orange.

  * * * *

  After finishing up the feeding, Drew headed to the barn. The stalls for the few horses they owned needed to be mucked, and one stall needed to be repaired where Ginny had kicked a hole in it. She was a sweet horse, but hell on stalls.

  When Drew walked into the barn, Chief, his Palomino, was out and looking at him with a blank expression. “I bet you think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?” Drew said while walking up to pat Chief on the neck. Chief threw his head up and down like he was agreeing, but actually he was just impatient for feed.

  “All right, I’ll get your feed and maybe a different type of lock for your stall door while I’m at it.” Drew smiled and opened the door to the feed room. Chief whinnied behind him, following close. Drew came out with a bucket of oats, and Chief promptly went back into his stall to wait.

  “Just what am I supposed to do with you?” Drew asked while rubbing Chief’s head while he ate.

  * * * *

  Liv stood in the doorway watching the hottest cowboy she had ever seen talking to a horse and scratching its head. It was cute. Normally she wasn’t attracted to cowboys but today, oh yeah, she was. The man radiated power with his strong, muscular arms, broad shoulders, and thick, muscled thighs. She licked her lips and thought about where she’d like to explore with her tongue. It felt like the temperature shot up twenty degrees in seconds while her eyes roamed. She loved his profile. He had a strong square jaw, deep-set eyes, dark hair peeking out from under his hat, and sun-kissed skin. After a few minutes of watching, Liv felt she needed to at least introduce herself, but she hated for her show to end. She watched him bend over to pick up a square bale of hay and begin tossing sections into each stall. She wanted to groan while watching him wor
k in his tight denim jeans. Maybe he’d take off his shirt so she could see what she knew was underneath. Mmm, she purred softly to herself and felt her panties become wet thinking of what else might have lain under denim. If his body so far was any indication of size, she was sure that beneath his jeans he was thick and long. Yeah, and he’d sure as hell know how to use it, too. Her heart thumped and thumped. With trembling fingers, she wiped the small beads of sweat that had collected on her chest. Mercy, she thought and kept watching.

  The cowboy turned and seemed to catch a movement in his peripheral vision. He stopped and looked toward the door. Dropping the rest of the bale of the hay, he began to slowly walk toward her as she stood in the doorway. He seemed to clench his jaw, gritting his teeth, as he looked at her, and she looked down and noticed he had an erection.

  “Can I help you?” he asked, squinting in the afternoon sun that blazed into his face.

  Liv stepped into the barn further and extended her hand. “I sure hope so. I’m Liv.” Her breath caught when she looked at his face. His sapphire eyes were highlighted by the sun. Gorgeous, the man was absolutely gorgeous. That was going to make her assignment so much harder.

  The cowboy shook her hand with a firm grip. His engaging blue eyes flickered with irritation. “Drew,” he said in a deep, sensual voice. It was his voice that caused her heart to race a little faster. He had a pleasant drawl that rolled across his sumptuous lips, making her body react with a light quiver.

  “Of course. Drew, you’re Damon’s brother.” Liv smiled at him. She licked her lips, surveying his body and taking notes. He had an amazing body. He was tall, thick. Oh look, she thought, he has a very large erection greeting me as well. Her stomach felt giddy, and her mind raced through the possibilities.

  * * * *

  Cold shower was the only thought Drew could run through his mind. His cock begged him to just take her, right now, here in the barn. She wanted him, and he knew it. That smile of hers wasn’t innocent in the least. Yeah, I should take her now, without words, without warning. No, hell no! His conscience screamed, women are evil, remember Shay? With Shay’s name running in his mind, he was able to collect himself. “Well, Liv, I’ll help you with your things and show you to a room. Regan has it ready for you.”

  Liv cocked her head to the side and studied him intently, making Drew’s libido kick back into action. He had to get the hell away from her, or he’d do something stupid like claim her mouth with his own or rip her flimsy pink tank top off and suck her nipples until she squealed. He turned quickly and walked off toward the house.

  Drew turned, almost feeling Liv’s eyes following him. The woman stirred his inner desires so much his cock was hard and aching. He didn’t have time for this. His control was weak, and rightfully so. Jacking off didn’t quench his sexual hunger, it was only a Band-Aid on the underlying problem.

  “What do you need out of here?” Drew asked, standing next to Liv’s Jeep.

  “Everything,” Liv said with a smile and reached for a couple of bags.

  * * * *

  When Liv said “everything,” Drew nearly fell over. There were so many cases and bags that it looked like she’d be staying awhile. He didn’t need that kind of temptation. “You, uh, staying awhile?” he asked, walking with his arms full.

  Liv laughed. “Most of it’s my equipment.”

  That laugh was intoxicating, sweet. Damn it. Drew walked to the back door and opened it for Liv to go in ahead of him. Manners mattered. By the look of it, he should have gone in first. This sucked. He had the perfect view of her heart-shaped ass that was barely covered by short denim shorts. Her blonde hair was long and straight, swinging just below her shoulder blades. He wanted to tangle his hands up in that hair while her pink lips stretched around his cock. He took a deep breath. He had to get the hell out of here, he thought as he pointed her toward the stairs. He didn’t need this distraction, this temptation. Damn. He had already thought that once. Code red.

  With each step Liv took up the stairs, the cheeks of her ass peeked out and seemed to wink at Drew and tease him. Son of a bitch, his mind roared. Get the hell out of here! But he couldn’t. He told Regan he would help get Liv settled and show her around. That was another very big problem. If it hadn’t been for Regan counting on him, he’d run.

  “Turn right, last door on left,” Drew directed and wanted to hold his breath so he couldn’t smell how absolutely edible she was. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to not look at her ass sway down the hall. He watched her open the bedroom door and head in. God, it would be so easy to take her now. Do it. She wants it, and you need it!

  Drew walked in behind her and set her bags down by the door. “Extra pillows are in the hall closet if you need any…bathroom is across the hall,” he said and began to leave. Liv grabbed his arm. He stopped and turned to her. “Yes?” He ground his teeth tightly together.

  Liv smiled. “Thank you.”

  “If you need anything, I’ll be down at the barn. I’m supposed to show you around the ranch, but I bet you’re tired after your drive, so if you’d rather not today, that’s fine.” Drew tried to sound distant, uncaring. Please say you’re tired and don’t want to see the ranch today.

  “Actually, I’m from Dallas, so the drive wasn’t that bad, and I would like to see the ranch,” Liv said as she began to unpack her equipment while looking at him over her shoulder.

  Of course you do, Satan. “Well, all right then, just, uh, meet me at the barn when you’re ready.” Drew turned and walked out of the room and down the hall, trying to hurry every step of the way. He didn’t need this today, not at all.

  * * * *

  Liv grinned when Drew hurried out the door like his ass was on fire. He had some issues he was dealing with. She knew because she had her own a few years back. She felt terrible for teasing him by adding a little extra swing to her hips as she walked. Poor guy, she thought. She suspected his trouble was from a woman. Most likely she’d done him wrong, cheated. It was funny for Liv to know she could read people so well. Most people didn’t realize how much their body language told her. In Drew’s case, he would have liked nothing better than to get down to business and have sex. She knew that’s all he would want, just sex. She could handle just sex. It had been nearly seven months for her, and seeing that hunk of gorgeous man made her pussy slick and her nipples ache. She sighed and finished unpacking and headed to the bathroom to freshen up before she headed out to see the ranch.

  * * * *

  Drew stomped into the barn and headed for the small refrigerator he and Damon kept stocked with beer. His nerves were shot, his dick ached, and his hands trembled. He could hardly believe it had been a year since he’d touched a woman, and he was proud that he’d had the control to do so. But now that control was wavering and he was in serious trouble. If Liv didn’t radiate sex and want it as much as he did he could ignore her…maybe. He had her number all right. She was purposely aggravating him and his dick.

  The masturbation wasn’t working anymore, he thought at once. It was getting more frequent all the time. He chugged his beer and started back to the refrigerator for another, but his groin ached, and he nearly doubled over. Heaven help him, he couldn’t drive Liv all over the ranch like this! She would see plain as day that he was as hard as a steel post if she hadn’t already. Maybe, he thought…maybe he’d better take care of this before she got to the barn.

  In the back stall, his hands trembled while he unzipped his jeans and reached for his throbbing dick. He gripped it hard. He was pissed off that he didn’t have any more control than this. His hips thrust firmly into his grip. His release was right on the edge. Just a few more strokes and he’d be okay. He’d be able to resist her. Thrusting again, he gripped himself harder, squeezing his dick. It hurt, ached. Dear god, please make the pain go away.

  “Drew?” Liv called at the front of the barn.

  Drew froze in the stall and thought his heart stopped. “No, not now. Please not now, fuck!” he lightly mumbled
and stroked a little faster.

  “Drew, are you in here?” Liv called again.

  Quickly, Drew stopped and poked his dick in his jeans and tucked, zipped, and buckled quickly. He tried to catch his breath. His dick felt like it was stuck in a vise. “Be there in a minute!” He tried to say it clearly without groaning in pain. Why? Why did she have this effect on him?

  * * * *

  Liv stopped when she heard Drew answer. He was in the back stall, most likely brushing a horse or finishing up his feeding. She wanted nothing more than to go into that stall and, without words, begin to unbutton his shirt and run her tongue across his chest and neck. Liv fanned herself. She shouldn’t be thinking that way at all. Regan was a friend, and she was here to visit and help with the advertising for the ranch, not seduce her brother-in-law. “But it would be so much fun!” her inner devil whispered.

  Thank goodness Regan wasn’t here right now, to see her like this, she thought. Liv’s skin was flushed, her hands just trembled of their own accord, and her breathing was erratic. What to do…something would have to be done and soon. It would have been a lot easier to pleasure herself if she’d have brought her vibrator, but of course she was too prim and proper to pack that to go to her friend’s house, ha! She had to stop this now. She wasn’t thinking professionally. She needed to be professional.

  Drew strolled out of the stall and shut it behind him. “Ready?”

  Liv smiled. “Sure.”

  * * * *

  Drew threw a cooler of beer in the back of the truck to help out his condition. “Thirsty?” He thought he should be polite and offer.