Page 6 of Rhubarb 2 Go

Then I remembered my previous confrontation with Ricky and grimaced.Food!How did I convince the stalk that I didn’t want to eat him?At least, not like that.For a moment I imagined being on my knees, my mouth around his stalk, pleasuring him.My rhubarb scent increased as I got more aroused.He was rhubarb, would he like that?Rhubarb smelling rhubarb?Even the thought made me release a little rhubarb aroma.

I had to quit thinking about that luscious stalk.He wanted, no, he needed an alpha like Leonidis.Not a teeny-tiny cow like me.I clenched my jaw.Ricky’s throwaway comment to Tim still rankled.I was all bull…even if I did want to be wooed.

I banged my head against the wall by the mudroom and instantly regretted it.My nose, head, and eyes went for maximum pain reminder.I was in a mess.

I shuffled outside and spent the afternoon grunting and sweating, digging up the bed.Every time my gaze slid to the rusty pole, I looked away and slogged through more of the weeds.No way was I going to try my luck on the pole again.I had the grace of a barge pretending to be a yacht…or something like that.

“Burke?Where are you?”

I was tempted to ignore Maximus’s call, but he was the pride leader and I knew better.

“Behind the greenhouse,” I yelled back.

Maximus appeared, Tim by his side as always.They looked and smelled like mates who’d been screwing each other’s brains out all afternoon.I tried not to be jealous.

It was an epic fail, so I swallowed a sigh and forced my lips into a half smile.

“Get showered,” he ordered.“We’re going out.”He squinted at me.“Have you shifted yet?”

“Uh, no.”I’d forgotten about that.I was too busy brooding.“Where are we going?”

Maximus ignored my question.“Shift, shower, shave, whatever.You’ve got thirty minutes.”

I slammed my fork into the dirt, grimacing at Tim’s wince.He was always urging us to be gentle to the soil.“What are we doing?We don’t go out.”

“Today we are.Hurry up.”

“Okay, big guy.”Tim left Maximus’s side and joined me and wiggled.“Get along, little doggies.”

I stared at him.Maximus stared at him.

Tim threw his hands in the air.“It’s an old cowboy song about herding cows.I’m gonna herd you back to the house.”

I scowled at him, ignoring the pain from my swollen eyes and nose.“But you said doggies.I’m not a dog.”

He put his hands on his hips.“Do you want me to make it about rhubarb, Burkie?Because I will.”

Oh, hell no.After all the days of wooing Maximus?Not that.Anything but that.I fled to the house, his mocking laughter behind me.I only breathed again when I shut my bedroom door.

Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I realized they were right about one thing.I needed to shift.My face was a mess.I stripped off my clothes, kicked them to one side so I wouldn’t fall over, and shifted into my bull form.I bellowed as my broken nose reformed and the bruising hurt like hell.Then I was on four legs, and I trotted up to the mirror to inspect myself.I was kinda pretty, even if I said so myself.All golden brown with fluffy ears.I may have been small, but I had a decent set of balls.Would Ricky like playing with them?

Gah!Quit thinking about the hot rhubarb.

What was it about Ricky and my balls?

I shifted to distract myself, pleased to see there was minimal bruising left and my nose was fixed.I showered quickly, trying to ignore my hard-as-nails dick and taut balls.I could deal with that later.

I was drying my head when Maximus bellowed from the first floor.“Move it, Burke.”

Seriously, what was his issue?He was never that bothered about leaving the pride house.

I dressed in tight jeans and a tight green shirt with tiny pineapples wearing shades.I left the rhubarb shirt behind.

“Let’s go,” Tim said as I jogged down the stairs.

“Where is everyone?”I asked, noting it was just Maximus, Tim, and me by the door.

“They’re busy,” Maximus said, avoiding looking me directly in the eye.

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