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"No reason. I just remembered you're on the VIP package, that's all."
He raises his head, resting his chin just below my pec. "You going to show me all the sights and tourist spots Scuttlebutt has to offer?"
I grin at him. "Have you seen the main street outside?"
"I have."
"Then you've pretty much seen it all. But don't worry." I graze my fingers along his jawline. "I'll make sure your next few days here are unforgettable."
9
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"Lube me up, Muir." Wilby stretches out a gloved arm toward his colleague and winks at me. "I'm going into her rectum."
I watch in a mixture of horror and curiosity—okay, mainly horror—as Wilby burrows his arm all the way up to his elbow into poor Daisy.
That's not her name, but I figure if I'm here watching one of the most invasive things you can do to a cow, I should at least give her a name.
When we woke up together this morning—yes, he stayed the night with me, and, also yes, we fucked several more times—he repeated what he said last night. That he wanted to make my time here unforgettable.
The problem is, he has to work. When he asked if I wanted to tag along on his rounds, I readily accepted. I was excited at the prospect of possibly getting to see some more native Australian animals.
I certainly wasn't expecting rectal palpation—which is the fancy way of saying manually testing to see whether a cow is pregnant—to be the first order of business.
Definitely unforgettable, just not in the way I expected.
To be fair, he and Muir did warn me on the way over, and they gave me options. I could stay in the pickup truck (which they call a ute for some unknown reason). Or I could tag along with Mr. Kearne, whose farm we're at, and he could take me around his paddocks while the guys did their thing.
But, nope, I was determined to get a glimpse of Wilby's life—warts, fisting cows, and all.
"How ya holding up over there?" Wilby asks.
"I'm happy being me and not you right now."
"Just so you know," Muir pokes his head up from behind the Hereford. "That statement is true all of the time."
"I'm giving you both the finger as we speak, you just can't see it," Wilby mutters with a good-natured laugh.
I take a closer look at what he's doing, flinch, then avert my gaze again. "How is it possible that in the twenty-first century there's no better way of pregnancy testing thanthis?"
"Believe it or not," Muir answers since Wilby's busy doing whatever he's doing inside Daisy. "This actually is the best way. Ultrasounds are too expensive, plus you need equipment. This is how pretty much all cattle farmers do it."
"We have a baby!" Wilby beams. "I can feel it."
I shuffle forward excitedly. "No way."
"Way." He squints in concentration. "I'd say she's getting close to being a hundred days into her pregnancy." He lowers his voice and speaks to Muir. "Ovaries have shifted. The uterus is enlarged, but not yet pulling down into the abdominal cavity. All in all, I'd say Daisy here is in good shape."
Muir scribbles it all down in a notepad before Wilby starts pulling his arm out. A sheen of sweat glistens on his face, and he's laser focused, moving with great care.
"There, all done," he announces with a smile once he's out of Daisy. He turns to look at me and stretches out his gloved arm. "Give us a kiss, would ya?"
I lurch back. "No fucking way."
The guys laugh as one of the farmhands leads Daisy out of the crush, a narrow stall of tubular steel, which, as Wilby explained when we got here, is designed to hold an animal still while it gets examined or treated. There's a head bail at one end, a pair of sliding metal doors that grip the animal just behind the head, and a kick gate at the rear to restrain any wayward hooves.
Another farmhand leads the next cow into the crush for her exam.
