Drew [The Texas Senator's Sons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (3 page)

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.

“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.”