Page 5 of Stalk of the Town

“Hey, where are you going? What’s he playin’ at?”

I didn’t stop to answer. The smell of Drew and how his small body lay limp in my arms was my only concern.

“He’s a good stalk, Randy. He won’t hurt Drew. You know mates can’t harm each other.”

Those words warmed my heart. It was true, and I was grateful to my friend for saying it when the pride didn’t know me.

Carefully putting Drew in the truck, I ran around the hood and, two seconds later, shot out of the drive like the devil was chasing me because the smell in the small cab was dangerous when I needed to concentrate.

You need to get home safely.

The truck juddered around the next corner, as it felt like I’d taken it on two instead of four wheels.Killing your mate would not be good.

Abso-fucking-lutely, it wouldn’t.

My eyes left the road to meet grey-green eyes that sparked with… passion?

Chapter Six

Drew

I fainted…

I’ve got a mate…

He’s huge…

Those muscles…

Each thought stopped before I could finish them as he carried me like I was precious into a gorgeous, big house. Pretty fretwork in white graced the porch where a seat hung. The house was not in the least bit shabby like one I’d just left. Heck no, this was well tended to, if I ignored the messy clutter I could see when he placed me very carefully on a massive couch. It had the most comfortable cushions which could encourage a llama to lie down and snuggle on the wide chest…

You want to snuggle… with me?The huge stalk blushed so brightly I was sure that outside, he would light up the neighborhood, if there was one. I’d missed most of the drive while my brain remained on the fritz. I’d taken one look, one sniff to know—what—who he was to me.

My fingers curled into a fist to resist reaching out to find out, while my brain attempted to play catch up and something else crossed my mind. His smell. “You’ve been in our garden,” I exclaimed in a far too screechy voice, getting a very sheepish nod. “Were you…” Oh gods,he’d seen me playing with my cock.

He nodded again at my unspoken question, and it was my turn to feel the heat grace my cheeks. Each time I’d been in thegarden ran through my mind, right until the recent encounter with the…leaves.

Leaves had touched me.

His leaves had touched me.

I’d come all over him.

We’re…my eyes widened, and it dawned on me why I’d felt so weird. “I… we’re mates, aren’t we?” It was the only thing that made sense as I craned my head back to keep my gaze locked with his when I felt his insecurity.

I didn’t mean to. Oh, he’s going to hate me. I knew I shouldn’t have stalked him.

It registered in that moment he might be an alpha, but there wasn’t anything about his behavior or his thoughts that said he was an ‘in charge’ type of rhubarb.

Unsure what to make of these new circumstances, my gaze wandered down his body. His chest was wide, and the shirt he wore didn’t hide any of the manly, muscular body beneath. His hips were surprisingly lean, despite having thick thighs encased in denim that felt like they went on for miles. It was the rather enormous bulge in the front of his jeans that made my ass slick at how it would feel stretching me wide open. Next to him I was tiny, and when fright wasn’t what immediately came to mind at how that would feel inside me, my lips tugged into a delightful smile.

The stalk, although a mountain of a man, actually took a step back.

My cock went from interested to rock hard in a split second. I glanced about the messy room as I stood up, barely coming up to the middle of his chest. The tenting of my sweats meant he could see exactly how interested I was in him.

His scent thickened the air, and it was all arousal. I’d lived in a house with other rhubarb, and I’d smelled something similar, just not as fruity as this stalk. “What’s your name?”

“Goliath,” he mumbled, back to blushing.

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