“What do ya have?” Liv leaned against the edge of the passenger side of the truck bed, smiling sweetly at him.
“Beer or water, oh there’s one of Regan’s icky orange sodas.” Drew surveyed while swiping ice back and forth. I probably should have put some sodas in here as well.
“I’ll pass on icky orange soda. How about a beer?” Liv grinned.
Drew stiffened, sure she’d have said “water.” Great, she liked beer as well. He was in hell.
“Thanks!” Liv offered a smile and stepped on the tire and leaned across the bed to retrieve the beer from Drew’s hand.
All Drew noticed was her cleavage bunched together as Liv leaned over. Have mercy. She was wearing a pale pink bra. Grabbing another beer out for himself, he got in the truck and slammed his door. She did that stunt on purpose, and he knew it.
Liv slid in and cracked open her beer. “I don’t know why it is, but drinking a beer on a hot day tastes out of this world!” She put her lips to the top of the bottle and turned it up. Her tongue lightly licked her lip when she pulled the bottle away. She seemed to notice that Drew was watching her, and she smiled like she loved that he was.
The truck roared to life, and Drew dropped it into gear, trying to focus on driving and not noticing little things like Liv’s little tongue peeking out between her lips. He wondered where Satan would like to go first. He didn’t dare ask. He didn’t need to be engaged in conversation right now and be forced to look at her cute pink lips, pale-blue eyes, and long legs…fuck!
* * * *
They had driven in silence for quite a while, each sipping their beer. Liv enjoyed just looking out the window at the vast open landscape and the cattle calmly grazing. When she glanced over at Drew, his face was drawn in a tight line, and his eyes looked determined as he stared straight ahead. Did he like her? Had she put him off somehow? She wasn’t accustomed to a man reacting to her this way, even ones that had issues which he definitely did. But still, it bothered her that he wasn’t even trying to make conversation. Did he have to though? Regan hired her, not Drew. Maybe he was upset because he was on babysitting duty until Regan and Damon got home.
Well, she’d just have to prove to Drew that she was worth enjoying time with. She’d wear him down. “Do you have a stick up your ass or something?” Liv asked calmly and sipped her beer.
Drew choked on his last drink. “What?”
“You heard me, and you haven’t said one word since we got in here. Am I that bad to be around?”
Drew was stunned, speechless. “I, uh, don’t know what you’re getting at. If I’m being rude, I apologize.” He was kind of standoffish, but why did he have to be Mr. Congeniality anyway? Liv was working his mind over with her subtle movements. Each one was designed to get his attention, and it was beginning to piss him off. She could tell by the way he tensed up and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“I didn’t say you were being rude. I asked if you had a stick up your ass,” Liv commented.
Drew chuckled, and his anger seemed to lighten, hearing her call him out. “I have never been asked that before.” He smiled and took a long sip of his beer. “I’ll try to pull the stick out of my ass if it would please you,” he said but didn’t look at her.
“It would.” Liv looked out her window. The man was impossibly gorgeous, and he felt absolutely no attraction to her at all, or he did and was working very hard to ignore it. It stung and it shouldn’t have, because she was here on business. She repeated that statement over and over in her head. I’m here on business.
The truck came to a stop, and Liv looked over at Drew. “What’s wrong?”
“I need another beer, you?” Drew answered dryly.
“Absolutely.” Liv needed to extinguish the fire that had developed in her womb. Squeezing her thighs together, she tried to calm her tingly nerve endings. “Can we walk for a while? All the bouncing around has made my butt hurt.”
“We can do that,” Drew replied and handed her a beer.
Liv accepted the beer and stretched her arms in the air as she walked around, trying to calm her jitters and irritation. Okay Liv, grow up…no, Liv, aggravate him, call his bluff. She walked around and surveyed the ranch while trying to show her best assets. Drew leaned back against the truck. He looked like he was deep in thought while he allowed her to stretch her legs. She knew he noticed how she moved and how each movement accentuated another region of her body. Tease him, she thought. She was working hard to goad him.
Liv placed her beer on the hood and bent at the waist and touched the ground then slowly rose up so Drew could look down her shirt, again. She didn’t know why she was acting this way, but he was driving her bonkers. He was all male and quite a sexual package that she wanted to open. When she stood completely upright, Drew stood in front of her with his eyes piercing through her. It almost felt like hate. It rolled off him in waves. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides. He was irritated.
“Why are you teasing me?” Drew demanded.
Liv’s eyes widened, and fear ripped through her, causing her panties to soak and her nipples to become as hard as rocks. She momentarily quit breathing, daring him. God, she wanted him. She returned his look, said nothing, and turned to walk away.
* * * *
Drew couldn’t take any more. The entire drive, her breasts bounced every time the truck hit any kind of bump, divot, or rock. His eyes caught every movement even though he looked straight ahead. And really, she was teasing him by leaning over to get a beer, sucking it down then licking her lips, and most recently, bending over to give him another peek, along with every other move. He followed her around the truck, thinking she apparently didn’t like being called on it.
“You didn’t answer me, Liv,” Drew barked.
Liv turned toward him in defiance. “If you hadn’t been ignoring me, I wouldn’t have had to get your attention.” She turned toward the truck and reached for the handle.
Drew’s body pushed her against the door, his erection hard at her back. “You want this, don’t you?” He growled and pulled her arms up above her head and pinned them against the truck. He began to grind his dick against her ass. He heard her whimper. “You do, say it.” His teeth clenched together right at her ear. “Tell me how much you want my cock in you.” His teeth nipped her neck. Game on. If she wanted him, he’d oblige, but she may not like to results. A man that hadn’t touched a woman in a year may give her quite a lesson.
* * * *
Liv’s body was on fire. She could feel his hard cock at her ass, just inches away from where she wanted it. She felt warmth trickle down her leg. She found it sexy as hell to be dominated and taunted. His breath at her ear and the vibrations from his voice made her body quiver with excitement. She felt herself nod.
“Say it.” Drew growled. “I want you to fuck me, Drew.”
Liv’s mind raced. Oh, she wanted him, and she could feel that yeah, he wanted her, too. “I want you to…” Liv began, but she couldn’t catch her breath. His teeth biting her shoulder blade had her on edge.
“What do you want?” Drew thrust his cock hard against Liv’s ass, and she whimpered louder.
“Fuck me, Drew!” Liv squealed and immediately felt his hands grasping her breasts and pinching her nipples while his erection rubbed the crack of her ass. “Please!” she cried.
Drew pulled her away from the door and opened it. Then he pushed her over the seat with her ass toward him. The glove box slammed open, and he pulled a condom out. His body was trembling. She could tell he needed to be inside of her. He also wanted to punish her for teasing him with her tits and ass. “Unbutton your shorts, but stay exactly like you are,” he ordered.
Liv reached her hands underneath her shirt and unbuttoned her shorts and immediately felt Drew yank them down. His fingers plunged into her pussy, hard. Stars clouded her vision. She was seconds away from her orgasm, and it wouldn’t take much.
“Tight, wet pussy just for me. I knew you wanted to fuck me!” Dre
w pulled out of her and thrust in again.
“Oh, god, oh!” Liv squealed.
Drew pulled his fingers out of her quickly and slapped her ass. She felt empty. Her body reacted to the absence of his fingers and tried to push toward him.
“Oh no, sweetheart, I’m punishing you for my making my dick hurt with your teasing. You’ll come when I decide you can.”
Liv nearly came listening to his gruff voice, and did he say punish? Yeah, baby, she thought. Punish me. She was already tightly wound, ready to explode. Knowing how awesome it would feel to have him inside her, she braced herself and nearly demanded he make good on his threat immediately. She wanted to see him with his jeans down around his knees and see his cock straining away from his body. But he told her to stay like she was, and she wasn’t about to ruin the moment.
It felt like an eternity waiting, but then she heard the foil wrapper tear and felt a trickle of her heat ooze down her thigh. Her mind was spinning a thousand miles an hour, and it felt like an hour since he took his fingers away. She felt a hard slap against her other cheek, and her pussy began to tingle. If he thought he was punishing her, he was sorely mistaken.
“What I’m about to do is selfish. This is for my pleasure only,” Drew said in a hateful tone. He groaned and thrust into her pussy, his hips slapping hard against her ass.
* * * *
Drew’s mind went blank as the euphoria of sinking his dick into her took over. He missed this feeling, unsure of how he had managed to stay celibate for a year.
“Yesss!” Liv screamed.
“You like that?” Drew asked and pounded into her again. “Do you like my big dick fucking you like this?” He thrust in again and heard her whimper and watched her head nod.
Liv trembled under him. She liked it. He could tell by the slick wetness that coated his cock. Exhilaration took over when his pace picked up, and he began furiously pounding and growling. He could feel his balls slap her clit each time, and now they vibrated. Dizziness set in, and Liv’s pussy clenched his cock tight as she orgasmed, leaving her convulsing and screaming.
Drew felt Liv’s pussy grip him tight and a hot rush of cum coat his dick. He couldn’t hold on, not when Liv wanted and craved what he was giving her. With one last thrust in, he fell on top of her and bit her at the curve of her neck and sucked hard. His balls got tight as his release erupted. He could feel his cum shoot out like a rocket. With each small thrust, he could feel Liv’s channel tighten around him, milking him with a sweet pull. Have mercy, he thought, trying to breathe. His breath rasped hot at her neck, and the hot afternoon sun had their bodies glistening with sweat. Her body was soft beneath his. Damn, he had missed the feel of a woman. Drew kept Liv pinned under him while he tried to catch him breath. He needed to just feel her, if only for a minute.
Finally Drew felt he had the strength to rise off Liv. His legs were weak, so he steadied himself against the door. He noticed Liv hadn’t moved. Her breathing was shallow, and her body was limp. “Are you okay?” he asked, panic spiking through his body. He leaned over to look at her face, and she was smiling.
“Oh, yeah,” Liv whispered.
Drew pulled up his jeans after he put his condom in an empty sack that was on the floorboard. Heaven help him, the woman loved it.
* * * *
At this point, all Liv needed was a cold beer and a soothing bath. When Drew walked around the truck, she shook as she pulled up her panties and shorts. She knew he’d be the kind of lover she craved, and she was right. She wanted to giggle. His selfishness was her gain.
Liv walked around the truck where Drew was opening the cooler. “I’ll have one of those.” She smiled at Drew, but he didn’t smile back. He looked lost, his mood solemn. Personally, she felt like squealing and jumping up and down.
Drew handed Liv a beer and stepped around her to open his door. Yeah, she had his number all right. She’d concede for today, she thought and walked around and got in the truck also.
* * * *
Later that evening Liv sat on the deck watching the sun make its way toward the horizon. She found Damon’s beer stash in the refrigerator in the utility room, and it tasted mighty good right now. She was beginning to wonder when the two newlyweds would be coming home. She had a heck of a lot of questions for Regan. Really, she already knew the answers to most, but wanted confirmation.
The way she figured, Drew had been royally screwed over. The man had enough pent-up anger to keep her well satisfied into the next century. “Mmm, mmm,” she purred to herself and took another sip of beer. She leaned back in the chair and relaxed, truly relaxed. She had been pushing her business pretty hard the last couple of years and had little time for men. A couple of times she made time for sex, only to be disappointed. There was nothing worse than needing sex, only to be totally disappointed after the act. But today, wow, it had been worth the effort. She knew he’d react like he did. Well, she hoped anyway. A wicked grin curved at her lips. This week would be a lot of fun.
* * * *
Drew paced across his kitchen with a beer tipped up. His mind wouldn’t quit racing and replaying the day. He was shocked at his behavior. Never had he ever talked to a woman that way, and never had he been so selfish or demanding. But it felt so good to.
The more he thought of how he took Liv, the harder his cock became. Why? He didn’t ever remember wanting to take a woman like that. Then he thought about his skin flicks. Had they desensitized him? Was he so angry with women in general he wanted to punish the population?
Drew shook his head and continued to pace. He totally expected Liv to call his bluff, which was what it was at first, kind of. He really expected that she’d knock his ass in the tulips for being such a bastard, but no, she got off on it. It excited her! The evidence of that excitement ran down her leg and coated his dick. Call him naïve, call him stupid, but he really thought the whole domination and submission roles were fantasy to be watched on porn videos. He’d have to admit they got him off, but never in a thousand years would he ever attempt such ruthlessness. What was going on with him?
This was Shay’s fault. Well, his actually because he was too damn stupid to outthink his own dick. He’d have to admit, not having sex this last year had played a big role in his performance today. Yeah, it was pent-up sexual frustration and nothing more.
* * * *
Damon and Regan pulled into the drive and parked. When Regan noticed Liv sitting on the deck with a beer in her hand she began to worry. She really hoped Drew had been nice today, and really she kind of thought he’d keep her company until they got back, apparently not.
They made their way to the deck, and Regan noticed that Liv was smiling. Whew. She sprinted up the steps to hug her friend she hadn’t seen in ages. “Oh, Liv, you look great!”
“So do you. Married life has you absolutely glowing!” Liv teased.
Damon walked up to the squealing women. “Liv, it’s nice to finally meet you, and I’m looking forward to what you can create for us.”
“Nice to finally meet you, too, Damon. Of course I have heard a lot about you, and I’m really looking forward to this project.”
* * * *
Liv smiled, noting how very similar Damon and Drew looked. Amazing. If it were not for subtle differences and little difference in height, she could almost swear they could pass as twins.
“Well, ladies, I’ll let y’all catch up. I’m going to hold the couch down.” Damon excused himself with a smile.
When the screen door smacked shut behind Damon, Regan immediately turned to Liv. “Was Drew nice? So help me if he wasn’t, I’ll put Ex-Lax in his brownies.” Her face was completely serious.
Liv laughed. “Seriously?”
Regan nodded. “Absolutely.”
“Actually he was…well it’s hard to explain.” Liv thought about what she should confess. “That man has gone through quite an ordeal, but he was…fine.”
Regan leaned back in her chair. “Uh-huh, there was quite a bit of pausing in t
hat sentence, and yeah, he went through a hell of a time a year ago…so what’s the word?”
Liv knew what that meant. Regan wanted her to spill because she was on to her. Caught red-handed. Regan knew all of her tells, and that was exactly why Liv refused to play poker with her. “Ah, you got me.” She blushed.
Regan squealed in surprise. “Oh my god!”
Liv nodded and took a swig off her beer. “Sorry, I know I’m here for business but…”
Regan laughed. “I don’t care, and I can tell you that if you could be around Drew and not get hot then you’d be blind.”
“You’re not mad that I screwed your brother-in-law?” Liv’s eyebrows drew together in confusion.
“Of course not! I mean, you two are adults, and really, Drew needed to get laid. He has been real uptight.” Regan giggled. “If you only knew how I wanted Damon when I first met him.”
“Do tell!” Liv smiled.
Chapter Three
Drew woke with the sun streaming in his window. He groaned when he got up, not wanting to start the day. Well, he just wasn’t looking forward to facing Liv this morning. She may have enjoyed the sex yesterday, but it was in the heat of the moment, and she may realize he was total jackass today. Overall though, he didn’t care. She wanted it, and she got it. He was actually mad at himself, mad because he couldn’t resist, and mad because he lost his cool. Honestly, he didn’t know who the hell he was anymore. He went to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt, figuring he might as well get it over with.
Deviating from his normal routine of a cup of coffee and a leisurely wake-up period on the back porch, Drew got in his truck and headed toward the main house.
* * * *
Regan and Liv giggled and cooked breakfast together in the kitchen while Damon just sat at the table with a cup of coffee, shaking his head. It was almost like revisiting the third grade. It was cute, though, in an overly giddy, girly kind of way. Regan hadn’t spoken much of Liv, which didn’t surprise him considering they’d technically only been together a little over a year. They had stayed busy with the ranch, dodging bullets and the press over the debacle at the Dollhouse Gentleman’s Club where everything changed. For Damon it was for the better, for Drew, it was…awful.
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