Drew [The Texas Senator's Sons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

Liv blinked her eyes, trying to stay conscious. Her orgasm was intense. Trembles racked her body while Drew looked down at her. “Drew, that was awesome.” She sighed and felt his cock thrust into her pussy harder, making her squeal.

How could he give her such pleasure and command her body so perfectly? Her back arched, loving everything he was doing to her. He stopped, and she wanted to command him to keep going and keep pleasuring her until she passed out.

Drew sat back on his knees and looked at her spread open wide for him. His cock glistened with her cum. “Are you ready to feel my cock stretch your ass, Liv?” he asked, taking the butt plug out with trembling fingers.

“Yes, please!” Liv begged again, wanting the ultimate sensation that she knew she’d get.

Drew’s cock nudged her hole, and Liv felt her clit tingle. “Please, Drew.” She arched her back with his dick nudging a little harder.

With a groan, Drew slowly eased into her tight channel while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. “So tight,” he purred until he was fully seated.

Liv hummed. Her tongue licked her lips as pleasure coursed through her veins. Such amazing pleasure, she thought, feeling another orgasm looming. Drew eased out and glided in again gently. She could tell a lot about a man by how considerate a lover he was. As for Drew, he was a gentle, loving man that was trying to fight a demon that had lodged in his heart.

“I’m okay. Lose control, Drew. Give it to me!” Liv encouraged him, wanting his control shot, wanting feel his anger being channeled into her.

“Fuck!” Drew hollered and pounded into her ass. His eyes became dark and wild while his hips thrust in and out of her. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His breathing had become rough as he funneled his anger through his dick and into her tight ass.

“Oh, yes, Drew!” Liv screamed, feeling his cock fill her, his thumb furiously stimulating her clit. “I’m going to come. Oh shit!” she wailed and let go.

Drew came a moment later with a thunderous roar and collapsed across her chest. His hot breaths came fast while sweat trickled down his temples. Liv could feel his cock pulsing in her ass and felt short thrusts from his hips. His arms looped around her shoulders and he held her tight, with his head on her breasts. She could hear his erratic breathing and smiled. She was taming the beast.

Liv stretched and rolled over to check the time. She had returned to the main house shortly after her and Drew’s sexual escape in order to avoid an uncomfortable situation. Ideally she would’ve wanted to snuggle with him and feel his large biceps wrapping around her and holding her close. But alas, that wasn’t meant to be, so she got dressed and thanked him with a smile and out the back door she went.

It was actually an interesting relationship they were developing. Drew didn’t want a woman around, but he couldn’t resist sex. Liv loved the sex and worked hard to provoke him into giving her what she wanted, and she did it in spades. Neither wanted a relationship, so the friends-with-benefits term danced through her mind, but they weren’t even friends. She couldn’t even consider the talking they did as conversation.

There was an ultimate goal in mind concerning Drew. What Liv was doing was as much for her benefit as it was his, but it had purpose, and she was considering upping the stakes earlier than she originally planned. She smiled at the delicious thought and quickly dressed so she could get downstairs and help Regan with breakfast.

“Good morning, Regan!” Liv smiled and began to chip in.

“Wow, well good morning to you!” Regan replied and giggled. “I don’t want to know.” She waved a hand from the stove where she was cooking bacon.

“Suit yourself,” Liv teased and poured a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter deep in thought. She hoped that Drew would come for breakfast, but she wasn’t going to hold her breath. He was still very distant and trying every way under the sun to stay away from her, which was why she went to him last night.

Liv considered giving Drew the day off today to see if it affected him at all. Really, who can have fantastic sex and not want a repeat? Certainly not me, she thought. It would probably be harder for her to stay away than him. She wasn’t as stubborn or strong as him.

“So, uh, is Drew coming around?” Regan couldn’t help but ask.

“Not really, but give me a couple more days, and I think you’ll like the end results.” Liv smiled and stared out the window.
Hopefully.

“You’re falling for him, Liv,” Regan noted and pulled the biscuits out of the oven.

Liv laughed. “Yeah, and the world is going to end tomorrow.” She couldn’t be falling for him, maybe falling into lust with him but that was all. No woman in her right mind wouldn’t want seconds or thirds of Drew. Anyway, she didn’t have time for a relationship.

“Say what you want, but I know that look. I sported it quite often when I met Damon, and really, these Radcliff men are mighty hard to resist,” Regan teased.

Liv knew she was transparent. Regan knew all her tells. That was why Regan always cleaned her out in poker. Liv didn’t possess a poker face, and she was a terrible liar. Two traits Regan was well aware of.

Liv turned around and began pulling plates out of the cabinet. She shook her head, knowing Regan couldn’t be further from the truth. Was she? She had to admit, Drew oozed a pheromone that she simply couldn’t get enough of. He was, in fact, addictive. Liv’s mind was filled with images of his fantastic body, piercing eyes, and yeah, his very large cock. Reasoning with herself, she decided that any woman with decent eyesight would drool over him, and besides, she was too busy being her own independent woman to worry about a relationship of any kind…well, since she lost the love of her life and all.

Liv thought back to the person she was. After her fiancé was killed in the airplane accident six years ago, she put her head down and kept as busy as possible with work. Brock was a good man, decent and honest. She missed him and, of course, would never forget him, but she moved on a long time ago because she knew he would have wanted her to. She began to think about the sex they’d shared. It was wonderful, but it didn’t have the intensity and fire as the sex she shared with Drew. That somewhat bothered her because she loved Brock, adored him, and was engaged to him. And now? Liv argued inside her consciousness that Drew was the unobtainable prize that kept her mind and body seeking him then reveling in what time she could get. No, she had to stop the comparison, because there was no comparing the two men. She wasn’t falling for Drew, period.

With the food at the table and a quick greeting from Damon, they sat down quietly and looked out the back window. No Drew again. Damon looked crushed, and Regan, well she was so tender she had tears welling up in her eyes.

“So, Damon, are you still AI breeding today?” Liv asked, trying to get everyone’s mind off the white elephant in the room.

Damon nodded with a mouthful of bacon.

“I’m really excited to see how the whole process works. I’ve never seen it.” Liv smiled brightly, and Damon chuckled. Liv said a silent prayer of thanks.

“Well, it’s similar to artificially inseminating a woman. Well, no…bad example…women have a monthly cycle, and cows have a similar cycle, give or take a few days. With cows, we can make them cycle on a schedule so we can make the most of our time and resources. Today, for instance, we have around twenty-five that came into standing heat together. We’ll more than likely have cows tomorrow that cycle together,” Damon started to explain.

“Wait, wait…what’s standing heat?” Liv laughed, and Regan choked on her juice trying not to laugh at Liv.

Damon smiled and blushed. “Well, a cow will be in heat for quite a few days but won’t be…uh…exactly ready to conceive.” He laughed. “Women have a window that is the optimal time to conceive, and it varies, so it’s a hit-or-miss kind of moment, but with cows, they know that perfect time to conceive, so they will stand on that day and allow the bull to mount her.” His face reddened, and he picked up his fork to occupy himself.

Liv’s grinned at the thought. “So, what you’re saying is that when the cow knows the perfect time, she will let the bull, yeah, do the duty, so to speak.” Liv couldn’t believe they were all having this conversation during breakfast, but it was fascinating, and she really wanted to know.

“Yes,” Damon answered and grinned.

Liv sat quietly for a moment and thought about the process. “So, they don’t have sex just to have sex?” She giggled when she got the question out. It was a silly question, but hey, she didn’t know.

“No, cows are not sexual creatures. They mate to produce offspring,” Damon replied and shook his head with a large grin on his face.

Liv chewed her bottom lip for a minute, processing that bit of information, and decided quickly that she was damn glad she wasn’t a cow. “Okay, I understand so far, but what if the bull wants”—she laughed—“what if the bull wants a piece early, ya know he might want to if he can sense when she is cycling.”

Regan nearly fell out of chair laughing, and Damon’s face turned three shades of red. “Well, she won’t let him mount.”

“Really, that’s interesting…” Liv mumbled while Regan regained her composure. “So this standing heat you said these cows are in means that they can conceive today when you AI them?”

“Yes, but just because she’s standing doesn’t mean it will take, and there could be a lot of reasons for that. We have a success rate of about eight to nine out of ten each time.”

“Wow, that’s great, but I still feel sorry for the cows.” Liv frowned and continued to eat.

* * * *

When Liv, Regan, and Damon got to the barn, Drew was already there and setting up. He was all business as he talked to Damon. “The cows are ready in the pen. I have the tank with all the straws we need. You did want AR Advantage 654 for the cows and DCC Baseline 511 for the heifers, correct?”

“Yeah, Baseline should throw a smaller calf than Advantage, so he’ll be the best for the heifers.” Damon went into work mode and picked up his clipboard.

Liv looked at Regan with a confused look. “What in the heck are they talking about? And why do they need straws?”

Regan smiled. “AR Advantage and DCC Baseline are bulls that we have the semen for. The semen is contained in straws, and they’re in the semen tank ready to go.”

“Wow, there’s more to this than I thought. So, why would you want one bull over another for a heifer?” Liv asked, making mental notes with each answer so far.

“Well, heifers need to have smaller calves since it’s their first time to calve. If the calf gets too big, a person can run the risk of her not being able to have it without help. It’s also easier on her. So the type of bull matters a lot. Some will produce really large calves while others produce smaller calves.” Regan tried to explain the process as simply as possible.

“How do they know what size of calf a bull will produce?” Liv studied Damon and Drew laying out their instruments on a table.

“Well, science can tell a lot about cattle. We can figure out what kind of marbling they will have in the rib-eye area and what percentage of milk female offspring should produce.”

“No way.” Liv laughed.

“No really.” Regan picked up a sire catalog and showed Liv a page that pictured the bull and all the numerical figures of expected performance. “See, it’s right here in his EPDs.”

“For fear of what kind of definition I may receive that I can’t comprehend, I’m not even going to ask. It sounded so simple at first, take sperm, put into cow’s vagina.” She grinned and shook her head at all the mind-boggling information.

Regan laughed. “But yet you understand the terms ‘aperture’ and ‘F-stop.’ Come on, the first cow is ready, and I want you to see how it works up close.”

Liv wasn’t at all prepared for what she was about to witness and worked hard to keep her breakfast down. Damon pulled on a glove that stretched all the way to his shoulder. With straw of semen in his fingertips he entered the backside of the cow with his arm over halfway inside her. Liv went green and actually heard Drew chuckle. At least that was music to her ears.

Regan nudged her. “You okay?”

Liv nodded and pulled out her camera for a distraction. With the camera between her and the action, she began to feel better because she had a scene to capture. The scene didn’t matter through the lens. It became space, arrangement, position of subject, and action. Those few terms kept her mind off the obvious.

After the tenth insemination, Liv managed to stomach it all a little better but not much. She could appreciate the time and effort it took, not to mention training, but this would be an aspect of ranching she wouldn’t care to witness again.

* * * *

That afternoon, when lunch rolled around, Drew didn’t show again. At the barn when they finished up with the cows, he gave the excuse of gathering the cows that needed to be showcased in the sale brochure. Well, it wasn’t an excuse, really, because it needed to be done, but Liv did think he could spare twenty minutes for lunch and a break from the heat.

Damon disturbed Liv’s thoughts with a chuckle. “So, what did you think of the overall experience, Liv?” He chuckled again before crunching down on a potato chip.

Liv hadn’t touched her lunch and looked blankly at him. “I don’t understand why you don’t let them just do their thing in the pasture.”