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

an easy walk.
     
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    When Liv heard the whinny of a horse, her heart immediately began to race. Nervous energy began tickle her skin, and heat rushed in between her legs. Her pulse raced, and the rushing sound of blood pounded in her ears. With each thud of the horse’s hooves, her anticipation grew. She waited but dared not sit up. She had a role to play, and that role didn’t require a giddy, sex-crazed, wild woman throwing herself at Drew.
    Everything that Liv had been doing to this point was for a purpose. That purpose was to give Drew the feeling of control in his life that he needed and also an outlet for his pent-up anger and sexual issues. If she were really honest, this experience was as much for her as it was for him.
     
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    Drew rode up the truck and looked over into the bed. There Liv lay with a smile and a beer. “Thirsty, cowboy?” she asked with the moon shimmering in her seductive eyes.
    A smile tugged at his lips. A beer would have been nice, but he had better plans for slaking his thirst. He dismounted without a word and tied Chief to the side mirror. As he walked around the truck, Liv sat up and pulled a beer out of the cooler for him.
    “Have a seat, cowboy.” She shot him a smile that was more of an invitation than a howdy, nice to see ya.
    “Thanks,” Drew said and twisted off the cap. He sat quietly for a moment, sipping his beer thoughtfully. The aroma of apples invaded his nostrils, and they flared open as he inhaled. Why was that scent so alluring?
    “You’re quieter than normal. Do you have a lot on your mind?” Liv asked softly from her spot in the middle of the bed.
    Drew smiled but didn’t turn to face her. “I have you on my mind, Liv, just you.” Such an admission was uncharacteristic of him, but it was true. He was bewitched by her, and no amount of effort could clear her out of his mind.
    That was the truth of it all. Liv had taken over his thoughts and invaded his mind, his senses, and his desires. It bothered him that she could have any effect on him, and it bothered him even more that he’d allowed her to.
    “Hmmm,” Liv hummed and sipped her beer. “Does that bother you?” she asked with a light questioning tone in her voice.
    Drew turned and looked at Liv leaned back on her elbows with her knees bent and feet flat on the bed of the truck. Her pink toes wiggled on the quilt, and before he could stop himself, his mouth fell and sucked them lightly. His lips kissed the top of her foot and traveled slowly to her ankle where his tongue swiped lightly.
    Gentle kisses continued up Liv’s shin, and Drew felt her tremble. He wanted her like he wanted the air he breathed. He needed it, needed her. The sweet smell of her arousal pulled at him. His mouth kissed her thigh, and her hips bucked.
    Headlights flashed over the bed of the truck, illuminating Liv’s legs. A quick blast of a horn then the familiar rumble of a truck had Drew sitting up at attention quickly. Liv sat up and shielded her eyes from the bright headlamps of the truck.
    Damon bounded out and jogged to the truck. “Drew, get to the house now, we have a problem.”
    “Oh, my god, Regan!” Liv squealed and jumped out of the bed of the truck.
    Before words could be exchanged, Drew had mounted Chief and raced across the pasture. Damon followed quickly behind.
    Drew thundered across the pasture on Chief, his mind racing as fast. Damon looked worried to a degree that had Drew nervous. Damon was always calm and coolheaded no matter what the situation. When they were kids and Drew fell out of a tree and broke his leg, it was Damon that calmed him and got him home so their parents could take him to the emergency room. Not once did Damon look anything other than a little worried. What could get Damon so upset? Was Regan okay? No, it couldn’t be Regan because he would have said something to Liv as well. Shit, what was going on?
    Chief whinnied when Drew brought him to a hard stop near the back