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

by Hennessee Andrews

  Outside of the bond she and Regan shared, Liv also missed the feel of being passionate about someone, not that she had a lot to compare with, just her dreams. In her dreams, the man she envisioned was a lot like Drew, minus the hat and boots. It was funny how those two items completed him. But inside he had everything she wanted. There was no denying that there was a unique chemistry created between them. The type that became so hot it left her breathless. She smiled as she meticulously realigned the pictures of the cattle. Drew was so in charge and fearless, it didn’t bother him that he was moving around over twelve hundred pounds of beef that could stomp him on a whim should they have wanted to.

  That man, have mercy, he was working at her heart that she had erected numerous shields around after Brock died. Drew more than likely had no intentions of stealing her heart, but he had succeeded. A picture in the barn when they were artificially inseminating some of the cows was the last picture to go in, showcasing the ranch’s on-site genetic breeding. Liv sighed. It was the only picture where Drew was smiling and, have mercy, he looked wonderful when he did.

  When Liv finished the entire project and had it ready for final review, she shut down her computer and lay down on the bed. It was eerily quiet in the house, and the lack of sound made her uncomfortable. She was accustomed to vehicles, horns, and sirens humming her to sleep in her tiny apartment.

  * * * *

  Drew paced outside of the main house wondering if he should just go in and apologize to Liv. He hated the uneasy feeling he kept in his gut, the suspicious nature of his subconscious, and the anger that rippled just beneath the skin daily. But he didn’t know how to change it or get it all to go away. The ultimate was hearing his father admit that he had a mistress, and that they’d had a child together. Not only did they have a child, but he had kept the woman a nice home and provisions while occasionally stopping by to see their son. What was worse to know was the fact his mother was fully aware of all of it! If his parents kept that skeleton in the closet under his and Damon’s noses all these years then he was doomed when it came to people he didn’t know. No wonder Shay had fooled him so easily. His parents had fooled him most all of his damn life.

  Drew shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. It hurt badly to be so completely fooled by the very people that should have been honest with him. Now he was standing outside a window to a woman he knew little about but craved with every muscle in his body. Regan had set him straight about Liv not being a reporter, but he’d already figured that out for himself. He felt like he could see into Liv’s soul through her bright blue eyes, and when she spoke all he saw was complete, sincere honesty. And what did he do? He let his anger get out of control over his father and mother, and his new brother, son of his father’s mistress.

  “What a fucking tangled web we weave,” Drew mumbled and looked up toward Liv’s window. He wanted to be inside her, channeling his anger and soothing his soul. He wanted to hear her moan and watch her body writhe underneath him and feel her body quiver when he brought her to orgasm. Heaven—she was absolutely heaven wrapped inside a smoking-hot body with luscious curves, a perfect face, and a heart-stopping smile. Before Drew could stop himself, he was clinking rocks off Liv’s window. It was a real teenage-boy thing to do, but hey, he needed to apologize.

  When Liv opened the window, Drew felt relieved. He had worried that she’d ignore him and leave him standing out in the dark alone.

  “Did you forget to accuse me of something else?” Liv looked down at Drew without a smile. He expected that, though.

  “Come down, woman. I need to talk to you,” Drew stated flatly.

  “Why should I?” Liv teased him. He could tell she was teasing by how she bit her bottom lip when she asked. He scrubbed his jaw in frustration. Women could be so irritating when a man needed to apologize.

  “Because I told you to…Liv, so help me…you come out of that house right now,” Drew barked, knowing she seemed to like his usual asshole personality.

  “No.” Liv smiled and closed the window.

  “Did she just tell me no?” Drew questioned himself, stunned that Liv had not only said no but closed the window down as well. “She told me no.” He felt a little irritated but mostly surprised more than anything. Drew paced a little longer before he realized that she wanted him to come after her. Of course, he thought, and walked to the unlocked back door. He knew it wasn’t locked and should have used this route anyway.

  Drew walked through the kitchen toward the stairs and climbed them slowly. He didn’t want to wake up Damon and Regan, but really, they’d be waking up shortly when he got a hold of Liv and put an end to her teasing.

  * * * *

  Liv lay on the bed with her back to the door pretending to be asleep. She knew Drew wouldn’t take no for an answer, but she wanted to see how far he’d go. She heard the distinctive clunk of boots walking down the hallway to her room and felt her body quiver. Oh, lord. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to find any relief.

  The doorknob turned, and heat spread between her legs. Breathing in lightly, she didn’t bother to turn over to greet Drew. He stood quietly in the doorway. God, she wanted him. Her body craved his rough touch, her mind wanted to hear his voice command her, and her pussy that tingled in anticipation couldn’t wait for his cock to enter with a hard thrust. Yeah, the thought had her creaming her panties more. The wait for him to come to her was excruciating. It felt like an hour, but she knew it had only been seconds. He was purposely trying to drive her wild, and it was working.

  The door creaked shut, and the sound of his boots striking the floor followed. She almost purred until she no longer heard his boots. He stopped. Oh, no, don’t stop!

  Then the chair by the wall began dragging against the floor, the dull scuff echoing off the walls. What was he up to? He needed to hurry up because her body was thrumming erratically, waiting impatiently. His boots clunked again until he stood next to the bed. Now her breathing was irregular. What was he doing?

  “Get up!” Drew stated sternly, and Liv found herself complying. She looked up into his blue eyes. There was no hint of humor inside them. His straw hat made him look delicious, and she wanted to eat him up. But that would come later when he was finished with the game he was playing with her.

  “Take off your clothes.” He crossed his arms across his chest and watched her. “Faster,” he barked, and Liv jerked her T-shirt over her head. Next she shoved her shorts and panties down in one quick push.

  Drew walked slowly around her, like he was admiring the view. She knew he was because she saw his wicked little smile. She loved that smile and was glad to see it since he used it so rarely. “Why didn’t you come when I told you to, Liv?”

  “I didn’t want to,” Liv responded quickly. She was lying, of course. She wanted to rush down the stairs and jump into his arms, but right now was playtime, and she loved the results she received when she pushed.

  “I see.” Drew grinned and walked to the chair and sat down. He pulled her close, and then in a quick motion he overtook her and positioned her across his lap with her ass in the air.

  Liv tried to breathe, but she was too excited. “What are you doing?” She played along.

  Smack! Drew hit her ass openhandedly, and Liv stiffened and groaned. “Next time I call you, you’d better come,” he said and smacked her other cheek. Liv squeezed her eyes shut. The sensation sent a trickle of heat oozing down her leg.

  “Hello, naughty.” Drew groaned. His fingers slipped between her folds to explore. “God you’re wet. I bet you want my cock here,” he said and plunged deep into her cunt.

  “Oh, yes!” Liv tried to maintain a whisper, but his fingers thrust in hard again, and she bit her lip trying to be quiet.

  Drew chuckled. “You’re afraid of waking Damon and Regan…you don’t want them to know that I’m up here finger-fucking your tight pussy.” He groaned and thrust harder and faster into her. Liv squealed, and her hands gripped the chair legs tight. “Yeah, baby, y
ou like my fingers fucking you.” He kept stroking and groaned. When Liv felt her orgasm hovering, her body tensed, and Drew also felt it and immediately quit. “Not yet.” He laughed.

  “Ass.” Liv shook from head to toe. Her body was a mess of nerves waiting to explode. Drew’s hand rubbed her red cheeks gently.

  “Seriously, I’m very sorry for—”

  “I don’t need apologies, Drew. I know, now seriously, you’re killing me here!” Liv groaned. The truth was she forgave him as soon as he yelled at her earlier. She knew what was going on in his mind and didn’t blame him. Heck, she was the only target, and he really needed to get that shit off his chest.

  With a whoosh through the air, Liv hit the bed and giggled. Drew stalked toward her like a cat on the prowl, his hands slowly working at his belt. Yes, she thought, it’s about damn time. A small grin curved at the corner of his mouth. It was sexy to watch. She could see his cock straining beneath his jeans. Instinctively, she licked her lips. She wanted her mouth around him and to feel his strong hands tangle in her hair with each stroke of his hips. The man was teasing her ruthlessly as he slowly unzipped his jeans. His eyes watched her like a predator on the prowl. His tongue flicked over his lips. She wanted to taste them at least once, but that wouldn’t happen, and she knew it. He didn’t want that kind of intimacy, but she did.

  When Drew began to slide his jeans down his legs, Liv sat up and fell to the floor on her knees. His dick slapped his belly as it sprang out, and she hungrily grabbed it, her mouth seeking the droplet of his pre-cum. She licked the tip, running her tongue through the slit. Drew groaned and reached for her hair. His hips quivered and gently bucked into her mouth.

  Liv loved the feel of him stretching her mouth. His smooth skin was like silk on her tongue. She purred and sucked the head hard, and he reacted, gripping her hair tighter. When she looked up, he was looking down at her, admiring the view. “You’re an angel, but you have a very wicked mouth.”

  Liv suppressed a giggle and opened her mouth wider. Her tongue caressed his shaft while her mouth pulled him deeper inside. She could feel him touching the back of her throat and opened, allowing his dick to ease all the way in.

  That got his attention. “Fuck!” Drew growled and pulled gently back and eased back in. His pleasure was hers. Her swollen pussy ached to feel him, but first she wanted to please him in the most intimate way she could. He pulled his hips back and thrust a little rougher, and she swallowed all of him, her tongue wrapping around him as he pulled back again. “Ah, Liv. Stop, baby.” Drew sighed and pulled free from her mouth.

  Drew pulled her to her feet and pushed her back toward the bed. “I’m going to eat that sweet pussy of yours now.”

  Liv found herself nodding in agreement with wide eyes. Something was different. Drew was gentler, somewhat loving in his movements now. She was breaking through, and he was beginning to feel and not just use sex as an outlet for anger. It was wonderful on one hand but not in another. She loved being submissive for him and loved that he took what he wanted from her. Then his tongue thrust inside her cunt, and any thought that was in her mind vanished. His hands held her thighs open wide while his tongue began to assault her. Yes, finally, she thought and ran her hands through his hair. Her hips bucked up to meet his mouth, and his hands efficiently pinned her down. His tongue swiped across her clit softly.

  “More. Harder, Drew, please.” Liv began to beg. She couldn’t take being on the edge any longer. Drew sucked her clit hard then nipped it with his teeth then sucked again while his fingers plunged inside and found rhythm with his mouth.

  Liv squealed as her orgasm shook her. She squirmed underneath his strong arms. Her hips quaked, and her legs trembled. Drew held her tight and lazily swiped his tongue between her pussy lips. He looked up and smiled. His mouth began placing soft kisses up her stomach, and his fingers rolled her nipples between his fingers. “I’m not done with you yet.” He kissed her ribs, and she giggled.

  Drew stood up watching her while he pulled off his boots. His jeans slid down, and he kicked them off and reached inside the pocket. Liv watched him with anticipation while he slowly opened the foil packet and rolled it down his length. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor and crawled back onto the bed.

  “What do you want, Liv?” Drew asked between clenched teeth and pushed her legs apart with his knees.

  Without thinking, Liv asked for what she wanted. “I want you to kiss me, Drew.”

  Drew looked stunned for a second. His eyes studied her intently and then, heaven. His mouth crushed down on hers, and his tongue lunged in and found hers. It was exquisite, the feel of his tongue and the strong pull of his lips. Their tongues found rhythm. Liv’s hands went into his hair and pulled his mouth harder against her own. She moaned, loving how he felt and how he tasted. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he thrust in balls deep.

  Long and hard thrusts had Liv whimpering into Drew’s mouth as he continued to kiss her senseless. Then his hips slowed, and his kiss softened and broke free. He looked down into her eyes with a hand caressing her face. She looked into his gentle blue eyes and almost cried. He was making love to her now. His eyes showed her a man that was fighting his feelings, but they were crashing through. He was gentle now with each thrust, his hips grinding into her. His thumb moved to her swollen clit and lightly pinched it between his fingers.

  “Mmm.” Liv smiled and touched his face. She felt his strong jaw. He was beautiful.

  “Come for me, Liv,” Drew said, his hips moving a little harder with each stroke. Liv squeezed her eyes shut, assailed with too much emotion. “Open your eyes, Liv, and look at me!” Drew pounded his cock inside her. “I feel you squeezing my cock…squeeze it, Liv, and let go.”

  Liv’s fingers grasped his arms tightly, and her mouth opened to cry out as her release gripped her. Drew covered her mouth with his own, absorbing the noise. His tongue thrust in hard, and he moaned, sharing the moment.

  Drew slowed as his dick began to soften inside her. He held her tight and kissed her softly, completely covering her body with his own. He breathed at a rapid pace and looked into her eyes, his finger trailing along her jaw and neck. His eyes were intense, and Liv found it hard to hold back the emotion that swelled insider her. Drew rolled off her to his side and pulled her tightly against him. He kissed her neck softly, and she heard him sigh. She snuggled close and just enjoyed the moment.

  Chapter Six

  The next morning, a knock at Liv’s door had her opening her eyes. She blinked and tried to clear the confusion of just being woken up. Drew had his arm draped around her hip, and he was soundly sleeping. She didn’t want to get up. She wanted to stay wrapped safely in his arms and push the world out. There was no telling how long this would last, and she didn’t want to miss a second.

  The knock came again, and Liv eased out from under Drew’s arm. She pulled her robe around her and opened the door.

  “Liv, I’m sorry to wake you, but I need to talk to Drew,” Damon said. He looked embarrassed that he had interrupted them.

  “Oh, okay, um…I’ll just grab my things and head for the shower.” Liv felt heat blossom in her cheeks and avoided eye contact with Damon. She felt somewhat like a floozy. In under a week, she had managed to bed his brother daily.

  With a change of clothes in hand, Liv closed the bathroom door behind her. Of course she wondered what Damon wanted to talk to Drew about. His look was a little intense, like something was up. She shook her head, telling herself that she was blowing it out of proportion. It was likely about a cow, a bull, or something with the ranch that he needed help with. But still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on. She really wished Regan was home today.

  * * * *

  Damon nudged Drew and hated like hell to wake him. For the first time in a long time, Drew looked relaxed and rather peaceful. That was getting ready to change when he let him know who was downstairs.

  “Drew, bro, wake up, man.�
�� Damon tried to be gentle and not jar him out of the bed. Damon couldn’t believe what was going on, either. There was just too much to process this week already with his father and mother showing up unexpectedly the night before. How he really hated that they hadn’t had time to process the information.

  “Drew, man, get up!” Damon felt his irritation with the situation growing.

  “What, Damon? Damn, man,” Drew mumbled and pulled the quilt up around his shoulders and rolled over.

  “Drew, really, you got to wake up.” Damon pushed him again.

  * * * *

  Drew realized quickly that he wasn’t at home but was in Liv’s bed. He sat up quickly. “Where’s Liv?” He blinked the fog out of his eyes.

  “She’s in the shower. Get up and dressed and get down the kitchen. We have a visitor.” Damon started for the door.

  “If it’s Dad, tell him to kiss my ass.” Drew ran his hands through his hair then rubbed his eyes.

  “Just get up. It’s not Dad. See you downstairs.” Damon walked out the door.

  Drew took his time getting out of bed. He didn’t need to deal with anything else this week. He pulled on his jeans, and he thought about the night he and Liv had shared. It was passionate for him, and for the first time in over a year he wanted to love a woman. He wanted to love Liv. She was made for him, body and soul. It sounded crazy as hell that he was interested in pursuing more than sex with her. He had promised himself that was all it would be. To be honest, he was trying really hard to hate women before she showed up. He pulled on his boots. It was a foolish thing to do. He hadn’t even known her a week, and really, all he knew was her body. Hell, he didn’t even remember her last name! What was wrong with him? He realized that in the last year he hadn’t learned a damned thing.