Page 18 of Sticky for You
“He’s part of our pride?” asked Apollo softly—expectantly.
“He is.”
They all nodded, and a warmth filled my chest at their acceptance. My pride was the best.
Randy came and took the dirty bowl. “Let’s wash this and see what we can make that won’t upset Tim.”
The stalk bounced into the room a moment later wearing one of my T-shirts. It drowned him, hanging off one shoulder as he asked, “Have you tried rhubarb and custard ice cream sandwiches?”
“No, but I wanna.” Gordon went and hooked his arm through Tim’s, dragging him to the counter where the rhubarb stalks I hadn’t gotten around to cooking were spilling out of the bag.
Randy scurried after them. “Show me, too. I wanna try them.”
“Me too,” Drew said. “If it stops you from throwing your rhubarb to the wind.”
Tim turned and used his free arm to slap Drew on the shoulder. “I can’t promise that, but what I can promise is a taste sensation you’re gonna love.” He looked around. “Anyone got a cell phone I can borrow to call Glass to get the recipe? He’s blocked me after,”—he gave them all an innocent smile—“my fifth encore last night.”
“Blocked you?” Apollo paused while pulling out a chair at the table. “Can he hear your thoughts?”
“Of course. It’s a rhubarb thing… or maybe a fruit and veg thing? I believe the fingerlings can communicate with their family this way, too.” He shrugged and the T-shirt slipped a little further down his arm, and a pink nipple peeked over. I fidgeted at the delicious sight, and they all turned to look at me.
Tim’s smile was beatific as he continued. “Though, I’m not sure about that, as I’ve only seen what’s on the news and you can’t always believe them.”
Gordon, who’d let go of Tim’s arm, took an interest in his bare shoulder, and reached to touch the fuzzies.
“Touch him and I’ll have to break your fingers!” I snapped, fangs bared.
Gordon blushed and gave us a look of apology. “Sorry… you know… it’s hard for me to… resist.”
Tim patted Gordon on the arm, giving him a smile that made my lion growl. “Stop that, Maxi. My rhubarb is your rhubarb.” Tim returned his attention to Gordon. “I’ll introduce you to some other stalks,” he winked cheekily, “I know a few that would custard over you.”
Chapter Ten
Tim
“Stalk this way, ba-dum ba-dum, stalk this way. Shake my tushie, rhubarb-da-custard.” I sang and danced along the road from Maximus’s house, waving my arms in the air and wiggling my butt just because I could. I was tired, but nothing was going to stop me from celebrating my mating.
None of Valentine’s residents paid me any attention beyond a smile and a wave. They knew me too well.
My alpha hadn’t been thrilled when I said I needed time out for a while to do rhubarb things. I got it, I did. I left a big horny alpha wanting more. But Maximus was a big, bold lion and I’m a little stalk. I felt weak and needed time to recover my custard. I could sleep with him, but the best way to recover was by burying myself in the soil for a few hours. How was I going to explain that to him?
A sliver of worry I’d not felt before wiggled past my happiness. Would he get me?
“What the heck are you singing this time?” Ricky leaped across the road and twirled me around. He should be called Twirlie, not me. This stalk could twirl around a pole like no one I’ve ever met. He made sweet love to the pole.
“Who knows,” I sing-songed. “I make it up as I go along. You know that. Stalk with me, baby!”
We wiggled and jiggled together in the middle of the street, then my legs wobbled, and I collapsed into his arms, laughing.
Ricky sniffed into my shoulder and grimaced. “You smell like custard and other monster stuff.”
“Lion cum,” I said dreamily. “It tastes like bubblegum and cream.” He pulled a face, and I shoved him hard, sending him stumbling down the road.
“Hey, watch the legs,” he groused. “I need those.”
“Then don’t diss my lion. He’s perfect. And don’t ever say the monster word again. They’re not monsters.”
My Maximus was the most perfect alpha who ever lived. I’d protect him and our pride to the end of my days. I heard a rumbling purr of approval in my head and realized he’d caught what I said over our link. I sent him an image of me between his legs, sucking his gorgeous dick, just because I could.