Page 9 of Rhubarb 2 Go

I put a finger over his mouth.“If you call me a cow again, I’m outta here.”

He tilted his head to look at me.“Because you’re all bull,” he said against my finger, which sent a direct line to my dick.

“Yeah.Bulls don’t take kindly to being called cows, yeah.”

Ricky deliberately looked down.“I can see that.”

I glanced at my erection, desperate to drill through my jeans, and blushed.“We’ve got the stalk and—”

“Balls,” he breathed out.

My balls twitched in appreciation at the sound of awe in his voice, but I shook my head.“They’re just your…I meanmyballs.”

“Oh no, honey, you were right the first time.They’re all mine now.”Ricky practically purred the words at me.

I didn’t know what to say.If my balls could have danced the macarena, they would have.They wanted to belong to this stalk forever.They wanted to be his mate!

Oh!My!Bovine!

Oh fuck!He was my mate!But he couldn’t be.We couldn’t talk to each other through our mind link.I listened, but there was nothing there.

I opened my mouth…

He grabbed the waistband of my jeans, yanked me in closer, and pressed his mouth against mine, swallowing the word I’d been about to say.“Mmfmfh.”

Then he cupped the mountain growing in my jeans and my brain melted into ice cream that had been left out for too long.This stalk couldkiss.He was sweet and tart, firm and soft all at once.Not that I had anything—much—to compare it to.

Ricky dragged his head back and stared down at me.“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but stop it.It’s so loud.It’s overcooking my pudding.”

“I’m sorry,” I said helplessly.Could he hear me?

He swung me around with a skillful spin of his hips, my thoughts sliding right out of my head.Then I was the one pressed into the pole, his mouth back on mine, and please, bovines of the world, let us be alone until I’ve been stalked to custard and back.He had one hand cupped around my neck and one hand cupping my arousal and—

“I’ll teach you how to pole dance another time, but right now we’ve got to come stalk to stalk, you and me.”Ricky sounded desperate.

I nodded, because that sounded like an awesome idea, but then my head went back to my thought.“Is anyone here?”

Ricky gave me the sweetest of smiles.“We’re on our own for another thirty minutes.”

“Is that enough time?”I asked worriedly.I was positive that Tim and Maximus had needed way more time than that.

He paused.“Burke, have you done this before?”

What should have come out of my mouth was, “Of course I have.”What actually came out of my mouth was, “Um…”

He stroked my cheek.“Baby?Are you unpicked?”

I clonked my forehead on his shoulder, not wanting to meet his gaze, feeling like someone was trying to roast me from the feet up.“If by unpicked you mean a virgin, then yeah, I’m a bull with no cow.”

“Thank Great Rhu for that,” Ricky said enthusiastically, beaming like a hyena I’d once seen, “or you wouldn’t be interested in me.”He tilted my chin to look at him.“You are interested in me, aren’t you?”

Since I’d laid eyes on him, he was all I was fascinated with.I looked down at where Ricky’s hand remained pressed.“Do I actually need to answer that question?”

Ricky’s lips twitched.“I guess not.”Then he moved his hand up until I felt him unbutton my jeans, and he pushed them, and my briefs, down over my ass.His next sound caught in his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“Fuck, baby.How did you manage to keep these beauties hidden for so long?”He cupped my balls and I gasped.For a moment, it was as if I was in his head and I could sense every person in Valentine.

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