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

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.
     
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    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.
     
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    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?
     
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    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