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  The Texas Senator’s Sons 2

  Drew

  Drew Radcliff hasn't had good luck with women, which created an enormous chip on his shoulder, and Liv Lancaster is just the woman to knock it off. When she sets her sights on taming the demons inside him, she finds a man able to satisfy her in ways she could only dream of.

  In order to free Drew from the pain of his past, Liv knows he must forgive his own indiscretions. Putting him through what she calls The Course may be just what the doctor ordered for expelling demons keeping him from love and the happiness he truly desires.

  In Liv's quest to uncover the man hidden beneath the pain, she unleashes a highly sensual and sexual man able to give her all and more. Erotic spanking and bondage prove to be the weapon of choice when fighting for the heart of the sexy senator's son, Drew.

  Genre: Contemporary, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 46,598 words

  DREW

  The Texas Senator’s Sons 2

  Hennessee Andrews

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  DREW

  Copyright © 2012 by Hennessee Andrews

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  “Well-behaved women rarely make history.” Thanks, Mom.

  DREW

  The Texas Senator’s Sons 2

  HENNESSEE ANDREWS

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  The hot Texas sun blazed down, and the humidity was thick and unrelenting on Drew Radcliff as he pounded steel posts into the hard ground. It was July, and the earth was hard from lack of rain, the landscape turning brown and making his work miserable. But misery loves company. After hitting rock three times, Drew took a break to wipe the sweat off his brow that kept finding its way into his eyes. With each swipe of his towel, more sweat developed.

  The radio in the truck was blaring country music, and Drew resumed his work, tossing his towel into the bed of the truck. He had taken off his shirt, and muscles rippled across his back, abdomen, and arms with each downward stoke of his driver.

  An announcer interrupted Drew’s rhythm he had found to the music. “Looks like another hot day in the listening area as temps are expected to reach ninety-eight degrees in the shade. Stay hydrated out there.”

  “Just fucking wonderful!” Drew said as the thud from his post driver thumped on another rock. “More rock, great!” He cursed it and kicked the T-post he was trying to drive into the concrete-like soil.

  This wasn’t a good day to be out building fences, but Drew needed to stay busy. He needed to keep his dick at bay that woke him this morning. His dick had landed him in a hell of a lot trouble last year, and now he was punishing himself and his wayward cock.

  Today was the anniversary of the day his world came crashing in. One year ago today, his stripper fiancée had taken a bullet to the back that was meant for Regan, his brother’s wife, and wound up in the hospital in critical condition. It served the bitch right, Drew thought then and now as well.

  Drew had been a major fool by getting involved with the stripper in the first place. He had met Luscious Cherry at the Dollhouse Gentleman’s Club in Dallas at a buddy’s bachelor party. Drew had been taken by her immediately, his vision blurred, and his heart hammered in his chest. Of course his dick went rigid instantly when Cherry took the stage. She was petite and short with nice round breasts, pouty lips, and flaming red hair. Drew loved her confidence and admired her wicked smile and how her body was seduced by the music. He supposed another reason he was attracted to her was because of her career choice. It was definitely the type of job that would give his father a heart attack, stroke, or any other life-threatening ailment, and for some reason that was a plus. All he wanted after watching her dance was to own her heart or mindlessly fuck her. It didn’t matter which at the time. He just wanted her.

  Thank heavens his brother Damon had been so distrustful and stuck his nose in to find out more about Cherry. If Damon hadn’t meddled and devised a plan to learn more about Luscious Cherry, aka Shay Reynolds, pictures of Drew would have wound up in the tabloids and newspapers in very compromising positions, the triple-X kind. And it wasn’t just him that would have suffered.

  With his father, Eugene Radcliff, running for re-election as a senator of Texas, Drew became a prime target as well as Damon. Not that Drew gave two shits about his father’s election or anything like that, but he really didn’t want to disgrace his mother and their family name. Thinking back, it might have bothered him if the situation cost his father the election, then again maybe not. His father was, for the most part, a moral man with stern rules. He didn’t tolerate insubordination or failure. At times before his elected position they had lived a rather normal ranch life, with the exception of his father’s state-prosecuting position which kept him away from home constantly. That wa
s okay with Drew, too. It meant less brow-beating and ass-chewing from the man. At times, he was a good father as far as fathers went. He kept them fed, paid the bills, and kept the ranch running, but other than that he was too much into his work to be a dad. Then his father ran for office and, well…life changed again, and Drew saw less and less of the man except during a campaign when his father needed to show the state he was a family man, i.e. a good person.

  Drew had, over the years, become tired of the political life, campaigning, and the whole running-for-office concept. He was under a microscope, and that got old real quick. He really just wanted to be an average man and not be held to the expectations that were so generously doled out to him. So maybe in the grand scheme of his mind, his actions were in rebellion to what his father stood for. It sounded stupid really because Drew was twenty-eight years old at the time. But when Shay turned him down for a date the night of the bachelor party, he became determined to win her. Drew now knew he should have cut his losses and walked away, but no, he had to let his dick lead him. He should have known better.

  Shay Reynolds was Drew’s ex-fiancée’s real name, but she did go by “Cherry” at the club. Drew knew he wanted her and had to have her that first night he saw her, so he set out to do just that. He had heard about a floral shop in Dallas that had a unique reputation for helping men like him out. On a whim, he called What Women Want Florist Shoppe and spoke with the owner and floral designer, Regan O’Connor. She was sweet, professional, and she put him at ease. He explained his situation to her, and she assured him that he would, indeed, get a first date. Regan formulated a strategy for him, and she handled the rest. Lo and behold, the day the arrangement was delivered to the club, Drew received a call from Shay.

  The conversation with Shay had been easy. She seemed fun and outgoing with an added bonus of having an exotic-sounding voice. It was then he claimed her in his mind. One thing led to another, and after a few dates and some damn hot nights, Drew was eating out of her hands. Before he knew it, he was proposing.

  Drew shook his head, thinking back. Shay had really had him, and now he couldn’t understand why. He’d had plenty of hot women warming his bed, but with Shay it was different. Not only did she fit every desirable quality he had for a woman he dated, but she was a stripper, and his father never would have given his blessings. That was an instant plus one in Shay’s favor. But Drew didn’t mention her occupation when he introduced her to the family, and instead concocted a story that she was finishing college. His parents beamed, and Shay won their heart with her very well-crafted personality and charm, the same charm that sucked him in.

  With a thud, Drew’s post driver landed in the back of his truck. He reached for his towel to wipe the trickling sweat again. His mind was unable to let go of it all. If Damon hadn’t hired Regan to go into the club and obtain a job in order to learn about Shay, they’d have all been screwed, and not in the good way. Not the kind Drew liked anyway.

  As it turned out, Damon’s suspicions were dead-on. Shay was involved with the owner of the club, Randy Morano, in business as well as intimately. Drew gripped his towel tighter thinking about all the times he went to that club and Shay would disappear to fuck Randy. His blood boiled, and not because Shay was his woman, but because he was such a damned fool and so blinded by her. He gritted his teeth just thinking about Shay looking at him with her smoldering eyes and professing her love for him. And what topped it off was the fact that it was planned. Shay and Randy planned a blackmail scheme against Drew when they realized who his father was. What better way to get to the senator of Texas than through his half-cocked son? But really, what trumps your fiancée fucking their boss?

  Drew threw his towel in the seat and started his truck. It was really too damn hot to be out working right now, and with his state of irritation it was even hotter. Besides, it was lunchtime, and he needed to cool off physically and mentally.

  At the main house, which was his brother Damon’s house, Drew parked his truck. He and Damon had taken over the ranch a few years back and were currently buying their father out. It was a good deal, and Drew couldn’t think of a better partner to have than his brother. The guy had his back, and he was eternally grateful for that. Damon was the only person keeping him reasonably grounded, and he also gave him some sort of hope that life would, indeed, get better.

  Some good did come from the whole mess, though. Damon ended up marrying Regan, and both were very happy. Drew was happy for his brother. Regan was a good woman. She was honest and hard- working, and they really deserved one another. Regan didn’t have to put her own ass on the line and get a job in the strip club. She only had the job for a week in order to help Damon find out about Shay. The fact that Regan cared enough to help made her an angel in Drew’s book.

  Just because Drew was happy for them didn’t mean he didn’t get fed up with their cutesy talk, kissing, or Damon disappearing now and again only to turn up with a smile a country-mile wide a half an hour later. Hell, Drew wasn’t a dummy, and he supposed if he was as lucky and had a woman like Regan, he’d sneak off for a quick roll in the hay, too. But that wasn’t going to happen. Drew had made a pact with himself to steer clear of all women. They were just bad, evil creatures. Well, except for his mother and Regan, anyway. As for the rest, well, they were Shays, women who had ulterior motives, and it was in Drew’s best interest to stay away from all of them.

  When Drew stepped in the back door, he was greeted by the smell of fried chicken, and his stomach growled. Regan was turning out to be one hell of a cook and wasn’t working all the time at her shop. Instead, she chose to hire more help so she could be at the ranch with Damon more. Really, it was great to have home-cooked meals, but on the other hand, the sweet cutesy talk was more than he could bear at times.

  “Oh, Mr. Radcliff, you’re so naughty!” Drew overheard Regan giggle in the kitchen. Yep, that was the downside. It was a reminder of what Drew himself would never have and currently didn’t want.

  “Shhh, Drew is here,” Damon said and peeked around the corner at Drew. “Hey, bro, I hope you’re hungry. My little lady has been busy today.”

  Drew bet they’d both been busy, by listening to them make out all over one another. “It smells fantastic,” he said loudly so Regan could hear him.

  Regan came out with a basket of fried chicken and potato salad. “Thanks, Drew!” She smiled sweetly and set the food down and headed back toward the kitchen.

  Damon swatted Regan’s ass and followed her back to the kitchen to help. They returned quickly with hot rolls, green beans, and sweet tea. Drew rolled his eyes even though he was happy for Damon. He just got tired of seeing them kiss and watching Regan’s eyes light up with love for him.

  “I hope you’re hungry, Drew,” Regan said and sat down. Her brown hair was pulled up. Her bright-green eyes were sincere and sweet.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Drew drawled and reached for some chicken. The chicken was out of this world, and Drew was sure that Regan had conned this recipe from his Aunt Betty. He chewed slowly, enjoying the moist and succulent fried heaven. He would put up with the two lovers for food like this.

  Regan and Damon both smiled at one another while they ate. Damon leaned over and kissed Regan softly on her cheek, and she giggled.

  Ugh. Drew tried to resume eating and ignore everything that he’d never have. His position was simple. He didn’t have enough brains to find a woman worth keeping because his dick always got him in trouble chasing the wrong ones. So he vowed to stay away from women. He hoped that his monk-like existence would clear his mind and punish his dick for bad behavior, and hey, it worked for Damon. But still, the thought at this point of getting involved with a woman, good or bad, didn’t really appeal to him. Drew looked at Damon and Regan and just shook his head. He couldn’t get that lucky finding a woman anyway.

  Regan interrupted Drew’s thoughts. “Hey, Drew, the photographer I was telling you about will be here tomorrow. I was wondering if you’d mind showing her around and
getting her set up in a room upstairs. Damon and I have a wedding to go to tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Sure,” Drew said between bites. “What time will she be here?”

  “She said around two. By the way her name is Liv Lancaster,” Regan answered and sipped her tea.

  “Not a problem, Regan.” Drew took a drink and wiped his mouth with his napkin. If Regan needed him to do anything, he’d do it in a second.

  * * * *

  Late in the afternoon, Drew finished up his fencing project that he had started that morning. He hated to leave things undone and felt a little bit of pride as he looked at the long expanse of barbed wire glistening in the sun. Not to mention it was straight as an arrow. Being here working on the ranch had been very therapeutic for Drew, but he had his days, like today for instance. His anger was a little more in check now, and that had come from the hard work he had put in. Of course the fantastic lunch was an immense help also. Drew loaded his fencing supplies into the truck and surveyed his work one last time. The sun was a blaze of orange off in the horizon, and all that was left to do now was to head to his house. A shower and nice cold beer sounded great.

  After his shower, Drew settled on the couch with a beer in his hand and turned on the television. This was standard protocol for him. He sipped his longneck and began flipping through channels. “News. More news. Old comedy. Seen it.” He grumbled, trying to find anything that would take his mind off this anniversary day that had his mind revisiting hell. “Forget that, not watching the Golden Girls or a Hallmark love story, either.”