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Then I’m going to wear nothing but the new jacket and give you a show on the pole you’ll never forget.

My rhubarb scent flooded the room as I imagined him twirling around the pole in just a jacket he’d bought for me.

“See, no one cares in this town,” Ricky said, as though he hadn’t just nearly made me come on the spot.“Apart from my mom, maybe.”

Pulse doing a jig, I stared at him in horror at the thought of being introduced to Ricky with my cock and balls hanging out.“You have a mom?”

Oh, this was not good.Would she want her son mating with a bull?

He blinked at me.“Of course I have a mom.How do you think we’re seeded?”

I realized I needed to have a serious sit-down conversation with Ricky about rhubarb living.I knew nothing.I mean, nothing.Tim and Maximus had been together for five minutes.At least we weren’t going to need the bull and the stalk mating talk.He couldn’t make me pregnant.

Chapter Nine

Ricky

If my ballsy-bull thought he was keeping his thoughts to himself, he’d be totally wrong.I was getting everything loud and clear, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that if seeded just right, he’d be just like any other stalk with a belly full of seedlings.That conversation wasn’t one I wanted to have now, not when we had to go see Dom.

Was I worried?Nope, Dom needed me, and he knew it.I believe he was just jealous.I was totally getting my stalk on, and he hadn’t seen any action in years.I mean, who wouldn’t be jealous—besides Tim, who had someone to stalk on—of my gorgeous ballsy mate?

“Are we going out there?”Burke questioned as he looked nervously at the door, looking all kinds of cute in my clothes, which were a bit too long for him.

I grabbed his clammy hand, squeezing gently and tugged him unwillingly to the door.“Yep.We might as well face the rhubarb.”I unlocked the door and opened it, the familiar noise of music and chatter hitting us like a wave.The club was open for business.

Oops!No wonder Dom had gotten annoyed.Had the whole of Valentine Growville heard us?Did I care?I had won the ball lottery.Smugly, I guided my bull into the busy club, nodding at other stalks as we passed.And making sure to give them warning looks.Yeah, look all you want, stalks.He’s mine.

Nice as that is, no one's gonna look at me.

I glanced at my blushing mate.“Why not?You're gorgeous.All pink and flushed, smelling like a little bit of rhubarb heaven.”I got closer and whispered in his ear, “With balls to stalk on.”

He coughed and glanced at the other stalks close by.“Erm… thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”I kissed his cheek.“Now let's see what Dom wants before we go and have that conversation you want.”Still close to his ear, I added, “By that, I mean getting you to moo for me.”

His whole body shuddered, and his scent flooded my nose, making me grin wider than Glass’s rhubarb stalk.He was the longest stalk in town.

“Hey Ricky, looking good my friend,” said Tartie, a rhubarb stalk that lived in town, but often traveled out of state as he had decided sheep shearing was his thing.Although why anyone would choose sheep shearing to hair cutting on stalks, I’ll never know.“Aren’t you gonna introduce us to your friend?”

Burke’s hand clutched mine, and he tugged me closer to him.Wasn’t that sweet.“Tartie, this is Burke,my bull.”

I felt Burke’s big-ballsy swagger in my head as he grinned at me.

“Hey there, little cutie.”Tartie, who wasn’t all that tall but had some muscles on him, arm flexed in his shirt.His bicep bulged as he held out his hand to Burke, smiling sexily.

Was he showing off to my mate?

Flirting with him?

“We’re mates, Tartie,” I pointed out very quickly.Nobody was going to get any ideas about my bull.I’d never been possessive over anything—ever.But Burke was mine!

You don’t need to scream it at me.I know I’m yours.

Sorry.

“All good, you know I was just bein’ friendly an’ all.”Tartie smiled charmingly at us, dropping Burke’s hand.“You got any friends?A sheep that needs shearing, I’m your stalk.”

Burke blinked.“Actually, one of my pride is a ram.Randy mentioned the other day he could do with a shearing.”

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