Page 2 of Embracing the Stalk

I thumped on the door, hard.Now will you go? Please, please go.

Not yet, hold on…

The door opened.

And I’m out of here!

But I wasn’t listening, because Red was standing in front of me, looking tired and confused, his brow wrinkled. I hated to see the dark smudges under his eyes. I wondered if he was sleeping at all.

“Gordon? What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Is Glass alright?”

Where did I start? I licked my lips. “Uh… everyone… we… uh… I… Glass. He’s okay.”

Although Red’s brother, Glass, had been abducted by the monsters. Although he’d gotten rescued and his mate, Apollo, was all over him. He was a pampered stalk.

Red looked more confused the longer I stuttered. What was I doing here? This had to be the worst move I’d made!

“Here!” I lobbed the bunch of flowers at him. “These are for you.”

Red caught the bouquet before it unraveled and stared down at the blooms. “You bought me flowers?” He traced one of the pink petals with his fingertip.

“From the pride garden,” I added, like a complete dork.

He stared at them for so long, it made me fidget. “You picked them for me?”

“Silly. I know it was silly. Really, I should go.”Yeah, that was definitely for the best.I turned to leave before I made a bigger idiot of myself.

“No, wait,” Red murmured softly, placing a large hand on my bicep.

Red was a meaty sized stalk, at least five inches taller than me in his human form. He was an omega, but unlike Tim, who’s the bossiest omega who ever existed, Red was a gentle giant with huge brown eyes framed by long dark lashes and a soft full mouth I wanted to kiss. He made my heart pitter-patter faster, just being near him.

“Stay.” He blushed the color of his name and dropped his hand like he was holding a hot potato. “Come in.”

I hesitated, heart racing at thoughts of being alone, without any cameras. “Are you sure?”

“It would be nice to have some company.”

He stood back, smiling hesitantly at me, clutching the flowers to his chest in the cutest way. I walked into his house, telling my dick to quit with trying to drill out of my jeans. My libido needed to calm the heck down. This didn’t mean anything, right? I told myself I was just being a polite neighbor. It kinda worked until I sniffed.

I glanced down, gah!

His scent was driving me wild. It was sweeter than any of the flowers I’d given him. Was I trying to date him? Seriously though, why would this juicy stalk want me? I’m an alpha with too much testosterone, who most of the time behaves as if I’ve swallowed a truckload of Viagra. I’m the goat who never gets his goat on,if you get my drift.

Chapter Two

Red

The aches and pains from the beating I’d taken while fending off the monsters all sang together as I moved to shut the door and lock it behind Gordon. My body was like the fruit that had gotten squished between two watermelons.

I was not a happy stalk. Life was pretty sucky when I couldn’t force myself out of the house to even check that my older brother was okay after his run in with the monsters.

I shuddered at the outcry about the large pan they’d found in the barn, which was ready to… I shivered violently, holding my flowers like a protective barrier.

“Hey, I can go if you don’t want me to stay?” Gordon asked in the sweetest voice. It was quite something, listening to him talk. It did all kinds of things to my fuzzies. I’d not been able to think too hard about it, my fear of the monsters outside overwhelming me.

Was I a bad stalk?

I didn’t think so.

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