Chapter Eleven

Ricky

Burke's thoughts filled my head. He seemed amazed I was his rhubarb. I couldn't come up with just the right word for how it made me feel. Instead, I got all pink and leafy and did one twirl in his hands, rubbing my fuzzies against his palms, sending delightful sparks straight to those glorious balls. Then I wriggled, feeling the last of my energy drain. Gimme the soil, ballsy-bull.

He dropped to his knees in the twilight and, holding me carefully in one hand so as not to squish me, he used his free hand to create a little trench. Then he placed me down and tucked the soil around me like it was a blanket.

I was grinning on the inside at how unsure he was about fully covering me up and if he did, would it suffocate me. He was the cutest. The soil is my friend. But your fingers rubbing it against me feels soooo good. Don't stop.

A sigh followed my demand, and in my rhubarb, all I got was his contentment at being told what to do by me, making me feel all kinds of special. I was about to tell him that he could stop when I went to sleep. My brain switched off fast, like it always did when I was in the soil. I had a level of consciousness, but not the type that could make conversation because I was so tired.

Although on my stringy insides, I grinned, stupidly happy that he didn't stress because we had such a strong connection already. It was as if he knew what I needed without asking. Did Tim have the same connection with Maximus? I'd have to ask, just not now, when I was a rhubarb on a mission to recover my stamina.

Did I doze off? I was uncertain if Burke's arms must finally have protested at the constant movement, because I scented a change in my bull. The soil moved around me, but I sensed the air vibrate against the soil. I stirred briefly as my bull's hide touched my stalk.

My bull snuffled at the dirt, making sure to not trample on me. I might be small, but I wasn't concerned when he plonked himself down right by me, pushing more soil over me. His head right next to that of my stalk, his tongue licked at my leaves. Still not fully regenerated, I nudged a little closer when he settled down to have a nap next to me. I needed him to be ballsy fit for me when I woke up. No one wanted empty balls, no siree.

Movement in the bed of soil made my body vibrate with the renewed energy I'd lacked hours before. I noticed that the sky was lit with the first signs of daybreak as I lifted my leafy head at the sound of a mooing.

Wow, how long had I slept for?

I wiggled in the soil and couldn't figure out where my bull was. I felt the earth move, but it wasn't close to me. Burke mooed loudly and—I grinned at the thoughts of him seeking out my rhubarb—it came with a flood of panic.

I spun in the dirt. My bull was not stealthy as he tried to stalk me. He was careful as he stepped in the soil, but he was heading in the wrong direction. I giggled, about to give him a clue, when my head filled with Tim making loud gagging noises.

I shifted in time to watch my bull, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He had the most spectacularly long tongue which, it appeared, could twist and flick as good as me on my pole. Then I got all of Burke's thoughts on how much I liked to lick him.

He flicked out his tongue with enthusiasm at thoughts of impressing me once more, only it wasn't me he was impressing.

There was a roar from inside the house, then the sound of feet thundering on wood before a door hit something and Maximus shouted, "Who the fuck is licking my mate?"

Burke's head lifted. Huh?

When he glanced back down to find Tim at his hooves, rubbing his hand over his dripping face, I started laughing at his oops!

"Did you tongue the wrong rhubarb?" I asked through my laughter.

He shifted, and I got a dose of his alarm when he swung around, his balls slapping against his thighs.

Ouch, that had to hurt. I'll need to kiss them better for him.

He stared from Tim to me, and I got another dose of his thoughts at seeing me naked and covered in soil. "I thought… he… was you… against my back… a leaf tickled my hide, rousing me from the best sleep I'd had in days and…"

Maximus skidded to a stop, growling. Burke buried his head in his hands right as Maximus scooped Tim out of the dirt. "You're a little drippy there, Twirlie."

"I got good and licked for sure. That's some tongue you got there, Burke."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, not looking in my direction.

I've done it now, licking the wrong stalk!

Maximus seemed more amused than angry now he had Tim in his arms, who was looking like the stalk who got all the custard with his mate wrapped around him.

"It's an easy mistake to make, just don't do it again," Maximus warned, even as he smiled. "Tim's mine."

"Honest, I felt something tickling my back, and it woke me up. I was thinking about…"

Oh yeah!

Heat, the epic kind that made him glow hotter than the sun, hit his cheeks as everyone grinned knowingly at Burke.

"Licking Ricky's stalk?" Tim supplied helpfully.

I hope so, my mate.

Apollo, Leonidas, Drew and Randy appeared, looking sleepy.

"What's all the fuss about?" Randy asked, coming down the steps, his pajama bottoms dragging in the dirt as he strolled over to us.

"Burke licked the wrong stalk," Tim said gleefully, as he gave his wet hair a tug, squinting at it. "His tongue is huge and drippy, I tell ya!"

I'll take some of that action, I demanded, because that tongue was all mine.

His eyes widened at the flood of arousal that came from me as I eyed him, smirking so big there was no doubt he could think I was pissed at him.

"You want my bull to lick you?" he asked aloud, forgetting we had an audience in his excitement.

"I'm outta here," Apollo muttered. "I thought it was bad with a singing Twirlie, now we're gonna have a licky bull. Whatever next!" He stomped back into the house, losing the effect when he was wearing a cute pair of sunshine yellow shorts and a baggy T-shirt. The slogan printed on it read, "Moon the rhubarb to shine some light on your day," with two stalks bent in half with cute little ass's painted on them. He was clearly getting in the swing of the rhubarb.

A naked Burke grabbed my arm, and I gave him a sexy grin because it was time to show him just how energized a rhubarb got after a soiling. "Wanna play hide the tongue?"