Chapter Thirteen

Gordon

Making Red come with my tongue in his ass made me feel I could climb a mountain, stick a rhubarb flag on the top, and sing one of Tim’s interminable disco songs. If I had a tail in this form, it would be wagging so hard I’d take off.

What am I talking about? Of course I have a tail.

And it’s wagging for you, my mate. I wanna bury it deep inside your glorious ass.

No answer.

“Uh…Red?”

Red was facedown, ass tilted up. I peered around his butt to look at his face. His eyes were closed, and he wore a sated smile that I’d put there. I loved that smile.

Red, honey?

Still nothing.

I chuckled at what I’d achieved. Little old me had got his goat on and my mate had passed out again in the custard patch.

There was no panic this time… or not so much when I reached out to press a finger to his neck to check for a pulse. I really didn’t want the pride bursting into our room. Had I locked the door? Not that it would stop an alpha lion or a worried bull… or Red’s brothers.

Most definitely, I needed to keep my thoughts on the down low. I made sure Red was comfortable—and breathing—then lay down beside him and stroked the length of his spine, caressing his soft skin gently until a long time later, his eyelids fluttered open and he blinked dazedly at me.

“I…” Red coughed, back to looking like the color of his stalk. “I guess I passed out again?”

“You did,” I agreed, holding back my smug satisfaction. I was such a goaty god in the sack.

“I think you switched my brain off with your monster tongue,” he mumbled sheepishly.

I didn’t know whether to be offended or laugh, but he was totally sated, all his muscles relaxed, all the unhappiness of earlier that had etched his features drained away. I ran my hand down his back again and cupped his tight ass.

Yeah, I could live with a monster tongue when it could make him look this chill. “You leave it switched off, honey,” I crooned. I didn’t want to see him come online just yet.

“What about you?”

I looked at my engorged cock, which looked like it was ready for a battle. Selfish? No, that wasn’t me, and I snuggled into my stalk. “It can wait until you’re ready.”

“You’re so good to me.” Red flapped his hand at me. I caught it and held it tight before he smacked me in the face. “I love you, Gordy.”

My heart just melted into a gooey mess at his declaration, and the nickname. I leaned down to brush my lips over his lax mouth and we shared a sticky kiss. “I love you too, my sweet omega.”

My sigh was hard to contain when I saw the worry was back in his eyes.

“Are you sure—”

Placing a finger over his mouth, I considered my answer. “I’m sure about everything when it concerns you, darling.” It was not a lie. I’d spent so long waiting for this moment and now it was here, it all made sense. He was mine, and nothing else mattered.

With considerable effort, Red heaved himself over and wrapped himself around me. I swear my mate was part-rhubarb, part-octopus, neither of us caring that he rubbed his custard all over me.

“We smell like strawberries, cream and custard,” Red muttered into my neck. “We’re gonna stick together like rhubarb and custard candy.”

My thoughts drifted to a certain candy kink-fest we had arranged for Apollo and Glass.

“We could have one of those too,” Red murmured, reading my thoughts easily. “Not the kink, but the candy. I have a sweet tooth.”

With a wide, silly grin at how to please Red, I murmured, “I’ll put it on our sex-to-do list.”

“I like that idea. Gordon and Red, sexing to-do list.”

I chuckled into his neck. “We could sell the idea and make millions!”

I swear I heard an excited shriek in my head from a certain Alpha’s omega, but I ignored it. “OnlyGoats,” I muttered aloud.

“OnlyStalks,” he countered.

‘OnlyGoalks.” Maybe not that one. It was hard to pronounce.

“OnlyRhoots.”

“OnlyGoots.”

Red burst out laughing, rocking himself against me. “Now you’re just saying goats with a Scottish accent.”

I chuckled along with him. “I sound like my Uncle Angus. He had a deep Scottish accent.”

He kissed me hard. “Could we just have sexy times for you and me? No cameras? And not your Uncle Angus.”

“No cameras, I need you safe.” The warmth that burst through our link made my body heat. “So let’s play pretend that we’re filming ourselves so we can watch it back later and see me bury my cock in your body? Don’t you think I’ve waited long enough,” I said plaintively, pointing at my cock which still waved hopefully at Red, a drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit.

With no hesitation, Red rolled over onto his back.

My grin was back at the sight he made sprawled on the bed. He was a mess, his fuzzy hairs matted together in drying custard. Our cuddle had produced a custard sandwich and now it was time to add my cream to it.

“Come fuck me, mate,” he begged with hungry eyes.

“Do you need me to prepare you? We have extra cream.”

“Just stick your big, fat dick in me.”

Whoa, that growl from my stalk was all kinds of sexy. It made my dick sit up and take notice. I licked my lips in anticipation.

A glance at the bed and I grabbed a pillow, putting it under his hips. I settled between his thighs, feeling the fuzzy hairs rub against me. The scent of strawberries gave me yet more ideas.

“This time, just us,” he pleaded, catching my thought.

Fuck, he was a temptation. “Just us.” My mate was sweet enough for me.

Red pulled my head down to kiss me fiercely. “When it’s safe, I want you and me in the soil, rhubarb, and goat. Bite me, make me your mate every way a goat can.”

I would make it safe for my stalk to have me anyway he chose. We might still have to have a certain conversation about a buck getting it on. Sometimes a goat got excited, get what I’m saying?

I pressed a kiss to Red’s full mouth, moving to the tip of his jaw, and nibbled up to his earlobe as I pressed inside him until I was flush against his sticky body. His body gave way, his ass clasping tight as we both whimpered, and I held still, letting him adjust.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Please Gordy, move before my custard spills again and I take another nap.”

My boy needed me to make him mine, and that’s what I was gonna do. “Hold on, my sweetheart. Hold on.”

I pulled back until the head of my cock stretched his hole, feeling it pulse and try to suck me back in. I stayed there until his eyes opened and the fiery need was all I could see.

“Bastard,” he muttered without heat as he shuddered with need.

“You’re welcome,” I growled and thrust in hard enough to make us both cry out. All the need drove me to pound hard into his willing body. I groaned in approval as he took every punishing thrust I gave him, and more besides.

Red was made for me.

Perfect in every way.

I am?

You are.

To make my point, I changed position, and he yelled as I nailed his sweet spot. Sweat trickled down my back. The room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and the heady scent of rising custard and cream. I wanted to come so badly, my balls aching to empty themselves into my mate, but I wasn’t going to come until he took his pleasure again. He was so close… almost… just there .

Red stiffened under my hands, and he came untouched, his cock spraying me with custard as I let go, burying deep inside him and filling him with my thick goat cream.