Page 10 of Sticky for You
“You called me one, though, more than once,” I pointed out, still hurt that anyone would call me that when I wasn’t.
“Are you talking to me or yourself?” Gordon questioned, his gaze not moving from the canvas in front of him.
Thoroughly pissed, I stomped my foot, realizing I was now talking aloud on top of everything else. Tim was driving me crazy. “No, I was talking to Tim.”
Gordon’s attention returned to me after giving the room a sweeping glance. “But Tim isn’t here? So why are you talking to him?”
I tapped at the side of my head. “Oh, he’s here alright and driving me nuts.”
This was going to be another long day. I could see it as the singing, with dance descriptions, started again! How was it that one delectable stalk of rhubarb could upend my whole life when we hadn’t mated officially?
Roar, let the lion roar.
“I never asked for a mate,” I said huffily, doing everything I could to block the warmth spreading through my chest.
“He smelled real tasty and his body…” Gordon smacked his lips together. “That looked yummy, too. I can’t see a downside.”
“Hey, that’s my mate you’re talking about, despite the fact he called me a monster.”
“Something you haven’t let us forget at every opportunity.” Gordon grinned cheekily. “By that, I mean at least ten times every hour.”
“Is it my fault when he’s up in my head being all… rhubarb?”
“Is that even a thing?” asked Apollo as he strolled into the kitchen, clearly having heard some of the conversation, if not all of it.
“It’s a thing, believe me,” I said wearily. “It never stops.”
“You’re gonna have to do something before we put you in the crumble,” Apollo said dramatically, heading for the one seat at the counter that I’d made the day before, when I’d had the urge to stroke some rhubarb… feel the furry stalk against my palm.
You wait till you get to fondle more of me. How do you like your custard?
The tent housing my dick extended, and I groaned when those in the kitchen grinned at me.
Bloody sexy rhubarb, you aren’t helping!
The early rhubarb gets all the custard.
Stop it, I snapped back with no heat at all when he sent an image of me licking custard off him. All the heat was in my sweats, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to cream myself in front of my pride. This rhubarb was a complete menace.
Save all your cream for me. Save all your cream for me. I’m here, lion, I’m here. Uh doop doop doop doop.
“He’s gone again,” Gordon said, bringing my attention back to him.
What had I missed this time?
“Can’t you just go find him, bite or do whatever, and stop torturing us!” Apollo asked, his voice full of laughter.
I was the one being tortured. I huffed and finally caved.
Tim, get your ass over here, now!
Woo hoo! On my way, oh love of my stalk.
We’ll see about that. I had one order.
And no talk of damn monsters!
Chapter Six