Drew [The Texas Senator's Sons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (11 page)

“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, you 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.

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.

Pulling his shirt over his head, Drew walked out the door and headed downstairs. When he walked into the kitchen, Damon sat with a cup of coffee looking at a guy that could have stepped out of a Calvin Klein advertisement. He looked cocky and arrogant sitting there with a smug grin on his face. Who was he, and why in the hell was he here? Drew ignored them and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee first. He didn’t want to know anything before.

While he poured, he could hear Damon talking, but he couldn’t make it out. He was too tired to process. Drew yawned and walked into the dining room and sat down in a daze. He noticed Damon looking at him. “So, I’m up,” Drew said sarcastically and sipped his coffee.

Damon motioned toward the Calvin Klein guy. “Meet our brother, Drake.”

Drake’s facial features resembled those of his brothers. All had a strong, stubborn jaw, thick black lashes, and deep-set, brilliant blue eyes. But Drake wasn’t as bulky with muscles and had sandy-blond hair.

Drew coughed and looked toward Drake. The guy still had a smug grin on his face, and all Drew wanted to do was knock the look off. “Drake, huh? What kind of damn name is that?”

Drake grinned and leaned back in his chair. “It was my grandmother’s maiden name, as in Drake fucking Drilling.” He raised a brow.

Drew nodded. He was aware of the large oil company. “Sounds fucking great. So why are you here?”

“Knock it off, Drew.” Damon growled.

“Look, I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here.” Drake stretched his hands behind his head like he was totally at home. He was wearing faded denim jeans, a white T-shirt, and tennis shoes. And he was obviously having too much fun with the whole situation by the looks of it.

“So, why the hell are you here?” Drew smarted off again, watching Drake. This day already had a suck factor of ten, ten being the ultimate, and it was before eight a.m., great. He thought he’d made it clear last night that he didn’t want to meet the bastard son of his father and his mistress. Did anyone listen when he talked? Apparently not.

“Grandma Drake is requiring me to introduce myself to you before she’ll release my inheritance.” Drake sat forward and looked at Drew with his deep blue eyes that were identical to his.

“Well that’s just wonderful, Drake. You want your inheritance so you come here to fuck up my day. That’s kind selfish, don’t you think?” Drew stared back, wanting to knock the smug grin off his face even more now.

“Damn it, Drew!” Damon barked. “That’s enough.”

“Selfish or not, I do what I need to,” Drake replied dryly as he studied the pair that he had only heard about.

“So, why does your grandmother care if you meet us? I don’t understand her thinking since you don’t want to be here,” Damon asked. Drew doubted Damon liked the guy any more than he did, but Drake was their brother. They at least owed it to him to hear him out.

“Well, Grandma Drake never did approve of Mom and the life she was living. She wanted her to marry a rich oil baron…you know the story. Since she didn’t and had me, grandma cut off her ties but kept a fund for me…after all, I’m her grandson, and I do carry Drake blood,” Drake said smugly and continued. “Grandma always worried about me, ya know, being an only child and all, and outside of her, my mom, and a couple of uncles, I have no family.” Drake leaned back again and put his arms casually behind his head.