Chapter Eight

Red

Water cascaded down my back and I hissed as it hit my ass, relishing the sting. I twisted to look down my back at the bite marks on my cheeks and chuckled to myself. Gordon loved to nibble on my ass for sure. I had yet to take a bite of him, which was harder than it should be considering how long we had spent in the bedroom, naked, sticky, and sweaty.

My cock plumped at thoughts of my rutting ram. He was something else. It was as if someone had leashed him, and I had been the one to cut the tie. My soapy fingers ran over my hole and I shivered at how loose and well used it was. I worked my fingers inside, cleaning myself, not that it probably needed much because something else I’d discovered was how Gordon loved to get his long tongue in the most interesting places.

One glance told me my stalk was firming at my thoughts and finger action. I groaned. Alone in the house, and doing naughty things to myself, wasn’t my plan.

Are you being wicked?

Maybe… will it bring you back to me?

I promised to go and see the sheriff for you, and then pay a visit to the dude Glass recommended to sort the locks in the house. You feeling safe is important to me.

I sighed loudly, competing with the water hitting the tiles. I know, just hurry, I miss you.

I did, and it wasn’t because of being scared, either. The last few days, where we’d stayed locked in my house, had been perfect. He could make me forget all my worries. One nibble and I got lost in him.

The problem was, reality had intruded, and as Gordon was a goat of honor, he’d insisted he would get the locksmith to come and make sure the house was secure, so I felt safe. I couldn’t tell him I only felt safe in his arms. He’d gotten dressed in the clothes I’d finally laundered and headed out. His plan to see the sheriff and follow up on the monsters they’d captured was what had driven me into the shower. I looked for something, anything, to take my mind off the fact Gordon was going to be close to those fuckers.

What if they got out and hurt him?

Stop that, I’m being careful, and I’ve got Maxi with me, so you don’t need to worry about me. I’ve also made sure you aren’t alone.

What?

He’d barely mentioned it before there was knocking on my front door.

Come on, Red, let me in, I need to pee. The babies are kicking my bladder.

Seriously? I turned off the shower and stepped out, dripping water all over the floor to grab a towel and wrap it around my hips as I trailed downstairs, moaning and complaining as Tim chanted at me.

Pee. Pee. Pee. This stalk-a-doodle needs to pee.

I yanked open the door and didn’t have time to utter a word as Tim ran past me, leaving Burke staring at me sheepishly. “I wish my babies just kicked my bladder.”

Stepping back, I ushered Burke inside and closed the door, quickly bolting it. “Still got you climbing up stuff?”

“Yeah, and practicing getting down isn’t going so well with my belly getting in the way.” As if to make the point, he ran a hand over the round mound of his T-shirt covered belly.

I glanced down at my own flat stomach and wondered if, after everything we’d done, I could be in the rhubarb patch like Tim and Burke. It seemed we were all a fertile bunch. What about Glass and Apollo? They hadn’t mentioned having babies yet, or not that I’d heard.

Would that mean the potato doctor would have to stay? I’d not met him, but I’d heard the parcel gossip about the guy who it seemed was a friendly potato. If not a little reserved as he’d yet to partake in any of the rhubarb activities in town, much to the dismay of the gossips, who were stalking to get to know more about him.

“Are you gonna dry yourself and get dressed?” Burke asked, his gaze sweeping down my body.

Blushing all shades of rhubarb, I darted for the stairs. “Make yourself at home, I won’t be long.”

Towel flapping, I ran head first into Tim as he came out of the bathroom. “Hold your stalk,” he muttered, using his hands to ward me off as I tried to backpedal to stop him toppling over.

My foot caught on the top stair, and I wobbled backward, heart racing, nearly heading back down the stairs. I swayed forward to gain my footing, scowling at Tim. “Sorry,” I muttered crossly. “But you’re the one who invaded my home, needing the bathroom, and nearly pushing me down the stairs!”

He grinned, not looking at all offended. “Hey, you tell that to my babies because they aren’t getting that they shouldn’t kick their daddy’s bladder. Right now it’s any toilet in a storm. And is it my fault you came up the stairs like a rhubarb out of hell?”

“I—”

He did the same as Burke, eyeing me before interrupting me. “Aren’t you gonna get dressed? I mean, I’m your brother and I believe this look might be more suited to your goat.” He came closer, lowering his voice. “Is he as randy as the others made him out to be?”

Back to the blushing season, I glared at Tim. “That is none of your business!” I swung in the bedroom's direction and my towel unraveled from my waist, dropping to the floor.

“It seems he is!” Tim exclaimed, giggling.

I stomped into my bedroom, knowing exactly where Tim’s gaze was. “At least I have an ass worth nibbling on!”