Chapter Six

Red

If there was ever a time I wanted to clout my baby brother, it was right this second. “What do you mean, you heard something?” I snapped, scowling at him across the kitchen table, where we’d come after I had shooed both men out of my bedroom so I could put on some clothes.

The moment between me and my goat had been totally ruined by the two men, who at least had the good grace to look a little embarrassed, sitting at the table. They’d frightened me seven shades of red bursting in on us like that, especially when…

Please, if you keep sending me pictures of what we were about to do, I might just mount you on this nice table in front of these two idiots!

“It’s all your fault, Gordon,” Tim accused, not giving me a chance to answer him myself. Once more, I was getting cock blocked—only this time it was a more imaginary cock block, if there was such a thing. “If you’d just answered me, then I wouldn’t have gone to tell Maxi something was up. You were so panicked, it was like you were sending out singing signals. That you can’t sing for rhubarb is enough to worry anyone something was up.”

He’d been singing the same tune for the last ten minutes and I was fed up when my goat had left me hanging and I could feel his embarrassment, along with the wish to not explain why he’d been singing. Not that I could figure that one out myself. I’d need to ask later, when we were alone—maybe after we’d gotten back to what we were doing before the interruption.

“Are you purposefully doing that?” accused Tim, looking directly at me.

“Huh? Doing what?” I asked, confused by the shift in conversation. What had I missed this time? Could I help zoning out? Probably, but I had other, more important things to be thinking about that had nothing to do with monsters coming to kidnap me.

Maximus chuckled at me. “Are you even listening? You did give us a fright. Tim was so worried we hightailed it over here. Maybe you could remember he’s pregnant. My omega doesn’t need this stress.”

I blushed scarlet and looked down at the mug I held, not wanting to look at Gordon.

He reached over, placing his hand over the one I was nervously rubbing up and down the mug. “Ignore Maxi. I had to put up with their horny antics for weeks. You have no idea how the singing drove us all nuts.”

“You were singing, I heard you!” Tim spluttered out, his gaze narrowing on Gordon. “Something about an elephant.”

“Yes, well, that was different. Now can we move on, change the rhubarb record?”

The tips of Gordon’s ears were a delightful pink when he shook his head, his waves shifting around his face, highlighting just how pretty he was.

“See, this is what you get when you do a rhubarb a favor.”

I side-eyed my brother. “How is it a favor when you cock blocked me?” I accused, before I could think to keep my thoughts to myself. In for a rhubarb, in for a parcel. “I was about to pop my mate’s cherry, and there was Maxi, trying to break my walls and slamming doors.”

I was off the seat; the fear returning at how they’d invaded my home so easily.

“It’s okay, my little rhubarb, I’m here, nothing bad is going to happen,” Gordon murmured softly, coaxing me back into the chair. “Shushhh. We’ll make sure to fit better locks and check in with the sheriff on what’s happening. Be assured, I won’t leave your side, I promise.”

Our gazes locked together, I could see he meant it. Feel it in my fuzzies from where he’d had his teeth in me. I shuddered as Tim and Maximus rose, mugs on the table. They hightailed it out the back door without saying a word. Did I care? Not one little fuzzy. My mate was being all sweet goat.

“I can be, but how about I be all sexy goat?” He stepped away and I kept my attention on him as he swayed his sexy backside to the door, bolting it.

He spun around and came back to me, his hands taking hold of the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it over his head. His hair fell in a sexy mess as he dropped the t-shirt to the floor. His eyes were all lust that matched the bulge attempting to tent his tight-fitting jeans. “Now, where were we?”

I gulped, my hand shaking as I placed my own mug down, licking my lips and projecting an image of him lying on top of me, his dick, slick and hard…

“Fuck,” he growled-bleated, dragging me off my seat.

Up in his arms, making my heart beat faster than a stalk in a relay race at his show of strength, I clung on to him. My fingers tangled in his silky tresses, dragging his lips to mine, desperate to taste. To lose myself in him and forget my worries about the mon—

No. There’ll be no thoughts of them. Think about this. One hand snaked under my ass and squeezed, lifting me a little higher so I had to release his lips. Panting, my body sticky with need, I stared down at my mate. “I’ll try.”

He shook his head. “I think we can do better than try.”

Then we were moving back toward my bedroom, my arousal pushing against rock solid muscles that flexed and made my worries disappear in a flood of hot, potent desire. His scent was stronger, warmer by the time I was naked on the bed. He’d sat with his back against the headboard, his legs splayed out in front of him and he had me straddle him facing the other end of the bed.

Oh Great Rhu, were we finally gonna play ride the pony?