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

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.”
     
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    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!
     
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    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