Page 47 of The First Day of Breeding Season
She’s the smallest of the herd, I think, and Thor…he’s bigger than Ten Gallon. And we don’t think he’s had a chance to mount any of the cows yet, so if she’s in heat, this will be his first release of the season.
“Is she okay?”
“You tell me.”
I watch the bull circle the heifer, slow and deliberate. He’s caught her scent, it looks like. She shifts her weight but doesn’t move away. Her tail lifts, and my stomach flips.
Breeding is breeding. This isn’t that different from what we observed earlier.
But with Drew right beside me, close enough that his arm brushes mine, I can’t stop a startling parallel from forming in my head.
And in the details of how Thor approaches the smaller animal, it’s different enough.
“I think she’s ready…” Her tail is flagged to the side, and when she shifts, I can see she’s swollen. Ready.
Her first heat, and the bull knows.
My heart leaps into my throat. “But it’s still risky, right?” I’m not talking about the cattle anymore. “Being new. Being young. Letting someone that much bigger, that much stronger…”
Drew wraps his arm around me and silently tugs me in front of him. Holding me tight as we watch Thor mount the heifer instead, as she braces herself and takes his weight.
My whole body goes hot as Drew kisses my temple. “Some things just come down to raw biology. And sometimes that’s worth the risk.”
His voice is rough and his arms are strong around me.
He’s my massive bull. Bigger than me. Experienced, like Thor, but not interested in anyone else.
Just me, his little heifer.
His virgin.
My breathing goes shallow. It would be so easy for Drew to pin me down. Raw and basic and necessary.
Put me on all fours and?—
“Fuck, Brynn, I can hear your horny little thoughts.” He cups my aching breasts through my shirt, squeezing them in a way that lifts my back into an arch.
My ass comes up, too, rocking against his erection, and I moan out loud.
How many times in a day can we crash together like this?
Thor dismounts, and the heifer shakes herself, then lows, a long noise that makes the bull charge off.
In the distance, another cow moos back.
Thor changes direction, heading toward the watering hole.
And the heifer goes right back to grazing like nothing happened.
But if Drew takes me,whenhe takes me, it won’t be something I’ll just shake off. It will change me forever.
My breath rushes out of me, leaving me hollow.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want me to be the bull, and I’ve caught your scent?” He catches my earlobe between his teeth, his breath hot and lusty. “Watching you react like that does something to me.”
I moan. “Tell me.”
“It makes me want to fill you up.”
