Chapter Five

Ricky

The call I'd made to Tim, asking him to convince Burke to come to the club, had worked. Now I needed to get my act together. I'd worked hard all day to create a perfect performance just for Burke. Something totally different that no one else had seen. By the way his beautiful eyes were glowing, that had to mean I'd done a good job?

Bewitched, the bull held all my attention. Some of which I really needed when I nearly slid down the pole and smacked the floor.

Get it together , I reprimanded myself. This is for my mate.

No one else existed for me as I showed my big-balled bull what I was capable of doing with my body, in both forms. Flipping upside down, Burke's eyes gleamed with a lusty light that set off a spark inside my rhubarb heart. It fluttered harder than birds' wings as I licked my lips and winked saucily at the bull who'd inched his ass to the edge of his seat, not taking his gaze away from me.

I twirled around the pole, losing eye contact for a moment before I came back to do a mid-air splits, giving him a good eyeful of my other stalk, one that was getting hard at how his gaze roamed over my body.

The music continued to play as sweat slicked my skin from the effort. I did a dismount a minute later as the song came to an end and bowed. There was silence. Nothing from Burke.

I looked at Tim, frowning. Was I missing something? Tim, who'd confessed to knowing Burke was my mate, and had assured me he'd help me woo Burke, shrugged.

"You… wow… flexible…" Burke muttered, his pink skin had a dewy quality to it under the spotlights.

I'd rendered him speechless. I could work with that.

Breathless and aroused enough to give everyone a different show, one Dom would never permit—unless it brought in a lot more money—I stepped closer to the edge of the stage. "Wanna be my pole?" I cough snorted. "I meant, try my pole."

Oh, that was so much better! Real smooth, you silly rhubarb. You might as well have invited him to mount you on stage!

Crap, I did…

My eyes widened when not a second later Burke rushed the stage while Tim and Maximus darted for the door, their sneakered feet hardly touching wood.

I blew out a breath as the door banged shut, leaving me alone with Burke and my pole. My gaze dropped to his crotch—and his big ass balls. I swallowed and rubbed my tingly palms down my oil slicked skin, ignoring the obvious stalk situation in my shorts.

Burke's gaze followed the move and my heart beat a little faster as I slid my hands to the waistband of my tiny shorts. Back was that hungry look.

Yeah… I could work with that… maybe.

I grinned cheekily. "You ever ridden a pole?" I asked sweetly, my rhubarb custard smell going a little crazy.

I was a beta. I had double the custard. My slick and cum were both a custard delight. I mean, I hoped they were. I'd not shared them with anyone, so I could only play the guessing game on that score. If my mate liked lots of custard, then he was in for a surprise if he ever got close to my ass, which I'd offer if that was what he wanted. Hell, he could have all of me. But how to say that aloud without looking like the dork-stalk of the town? I hadn't quite figured that out yet, beyond dancing my way around his balls.

I eyed the bull, who was staring at me with a look I totally couldn't read and hadn't answered me. "Have you?" I asked again.

"Yep… no… sort of," he replied, back to being all pink, glowing, and adorable.

"So, is that a yes?" I asked, frowning, trying to work out if this was some form of bull code. Give all the answers, and one of them was bound to be right?

His hands waved in the air. "I got a pole and tried it."

How cute. "You did?" I exclaimed excitedly. I slung my arm around his shoulders, feeling the need to touch when I got a dose of Burke's rhubarb smell. It was sweeter than mine and I wanted to lick him to find out if he was tasty everywhere. "How about I stand against my pole and you show me your moves?" When he didn't answer, I kept my sigh to myself and kept going. "That way I can give pointers and could catch you, help with limb placement." Yeah, like limb placement was what I wanted to help him with.

"How would that work?" he asked, sounding more breathless than he had a moment ago.

Was he excited?

I let him go and placed my back against the pole, spreading my legs, I wrapped my arms around the pole above my head, stretching myself to my full length, giving him one of my brightest smiles. "Climb me like you climbed your pole," I encouraged, feeling giddy at the thought of him climbing up me and his balls touching my oiled skin.

He made a kind of squealing noise that didn't sound too healthy.

Had I said the wrong thing? Was my position off?

I looked down and blushed at how my cock tented my shorts in a way that looked as if it was trying to poke its way out the top of the band.

Oops.

"It's a handhold to help you get your balance," I blurted out like the total dork-stalk I was. Who said shit like this?

Who?