Page 3 of Rhubarb 2 Go

Wait!Why did I think about my balls?I had balls.I am a damn bull.But I didn’t think about them all the time.Just the times they were blue.Which, I had to admit, was pretty much all the time.I sighed heavily, feeling their weight.

In my last herd, I was the bull who sniffed out the ladies in heat.That was my job.Did I ever get any action?Eck to the hell, no.And what was worse about that job?I am gay!I wanted action with the bulls.Yeah, that didn’t happen either.They all said I smelled like rhubarb and that was weird.What was wrong with that?It’s better than smelling like cow shit, right?

Joining Maximus’s pride hadn’t helped with the blue balls, but at least I was with other gay guys who didn’t fit in.We were a true herd, and I loved them all.Even when they were giving me those pitying looks.Like right now.

“He’s bleeding into my soil,” Tim whispered to his mate.“Shove him near the roses.He can fertilize them.”

I held back what I wanted to say.It just wasn’t worth facing the alpha’s anger.But then Maximus turned and guided me into the house, his touch gentle.I swallowed hard, my swollen eyes stinging.My previous alpha never showed kindness like Maximus did.

“Drew!”Maximus bellowed.

I smacked my ear, wincing at the volume.He was so loud!

Maximus ignored me.Had falling done something to my hearing?

Okay, I was being dramatic, but my nose and balls still hurt.

The llama appeared in the kitchen doorway.“What’s wrong?Burke, did you play on that pole again?”He tutted at me like I was a two-year-old who didn’t listen to reason.“I told you, you’re a bull, not a rhubarb.You ought to get Ricky to teach you.Come here, I’ll clean you up.”

I submitted to my nose being wiped, poked, and prodded.Drew tried to be gentle, but seriously, it throbbed exactly like a nose hitting metal would.

“You’ve a broken nose, but shifting for a while will heal it,” Drew said, patting my shoulder.

“I’ll shift later,” I muttered, going cross-eyed to see if my nose was now wonky.

Every time I shifted, I got all horny again.And then I thought of Ricky.He was gorgeous.All lithe and limber, an excited look in his dark eyes that went straight to my dick.He was all I thought about these days.Me wrapped around his tight muscled body.Him pressing inside me—balls to bull.I sighed at the wave of heat coursing through me that had nothing to do with pole dancing.

“Stop that!”Drew glared at me.“It’s bad enough with our alpha broadcasting what's going on in his head night and day.I don’t need a running commentary about your sex life, too.”

“I don’t have a sex life,” I muttered, disheartened.

“Not yet.Because you haven’t gotten off your ass and found your ma—”

Maximus coughed loudly.Drew scowled and spat out a yellow love heart with purple writing.I picked it up.

Rhubarb 2 Go.

I waved it at him.“What does this mean?”

“Work it out for yourself,” he snapped, and vanished with the bowl of bloodied tissues.

I turned the love heart over and over.Nope, no clue.I turned to ask Maximus, but he had vanished with Tim.

On my own, again.I groaned and buried my head in my arms on the kitchen counter.

“Wanna talk about him, brother?”Apollo came and stood beside me and poked me in the ribs…painfully.

I raised my head to stare at the second-in-command of the weird pride I was part of.“Him?Who him?”

Apollo stared at me.“Uh, Ricky.You know, the skinny stalk from town.”

“I know who Ricky is,” I snapped back in confusion.

“Then why did you ask?Wait, I don’t care.Why are you being a broody bull in here?Is it your nose?Did you know you’ve got two black eyes now?”

“I need to shift,” I muttered, “and I’m not brooding.”

“Uh-huh.”Apollo didn’t hide his skepticism.

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