Chapter Fifteen

Maximus

Eventually, I talked Burke off the edge of the anger cliff he wanted to jump off once more when everyone had gone to their own corner to hide. Ricky, who seemed as oblivious as Burke to what was happening between them, had left an hour ago, leaving our little bull stomping around the house.

After a shower to get clean/dirty again, my balls were empty, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching a naked Tim twirl his way about my bedroom, touching things and exploring. I didn’t have much. We’d left the pride in a hurry to escape retribution for what I’d done to protect Randy.

Tim glanced at me and smiled tentatively. “Why did you move here?”

The sudden question brought me from my musings, and I considered I’d maybe projected my thoughts at him. “We had an issue with our last pride.”

Tim’s brows rose. “An issue?”

The question came with a dose of worry, so I patted my knee, prepared to share the whole sordid story. Now we were mated, it was time he knew more than how good I could stalk my rhubarb.

“It’s a very good stalking,” he supplied, sitting on my lap, his arms looping around my neck as he smiled brightly.

“Thank you.” I kissed the tip of his nose, matching my smile to his before it dimmed, recalling the shit show, and I figured where to start. “See the scar on my neck?”

“Yep.” He traced a finger over the jagged skin, his eyes getting bright, but he said nothing.

“In my last pride, they didn’t take too kindly to having different animals join them. They were going to attack Randy, and I stepped in and got this.” It had been one of the worst days of my life as I wasn’t a fighter, but my protective instincts made sure no one got treated badly and if that meant fighting, then fighting it was.

“Asshats!” Tim exclaimed, his hand got replaced by his lips and my dick took instant notice. “What happened next?” he murmured against the scar— kissing it better.

You’re a sweetie.

I know, but stop avoiding the question.

“We got chased out of our home, out of town, and have been looking for a place to call ours ever since.” That was the short version, the long one came with finding ourselves shunned in some towns for being different.

His head sprung up, and he grinned. “You found it!” He lifted his arms out, shimmying his shoulders and wiggling on my lap. “See, if they hadn’t been mean ole shits, and you hadn’t left, I’d be a lonely ole rhubarb, left in the soil forever!”

His dramatic tone had the desired effect, and I roared with laughter as he laid the back of his hand to his forehead and leaned back like he was a damsel in distress in an old black and white movie.

“Why you laughin’ at me?” he said indignantly. Unfortunately for him, the facade slipped when his lips twitched and I got a dose of his amusement.

“Laughing with you, my little rhubarb stalk,” I spluttered through my laughter. “Always laughing with you.”

He nestled right into my chest, rubbing his cheek against me. He was quiet for a moment, but I could hear his thoughts because his mind was never quiet. I waited him out as he processed them to ask his next questions.

“So you said your home? Do you have a house in your old town? You won’t want to go back there, will you?”

“Actually, I own a farm, with lots of land, which has a big house on it. It was my family's before they died.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

I rubbed my chin against his hair, running a soothing hand up the silky skin of his back. “It’s fine, it was a long time ago. Mom died first and then Dad. He kind of pined away for her. I found a new family with Apollo, Leonidis, Burke, Randy, Drew, and Gordon.”

He sighed and snuggled closer. “Would you go back?”

The uncertainty was there, so I kissed his head. “Nope, you said you can’t be anywhere but here. Why would I leave you? You’re my stalk.”

His head came up so fast he nearly knocked my teeth out as it connected with my mouth. “Ouch,” I complained, tasting blood as I swallowed.

“I was always told I was hardheaded, I suppose they’re right.” He tugged my head down and kissed me gently. “How can I make it up to you?”

My cock perked up as he wiggled his butt against my groin. “Well…” I projected an image of his cock in my mouth and got a groan before he slid off me. Then, much to my amusement, he put his hands on my shoulders, placed one foot on my thigh and heaved himself up, wobbling on me as he towered over me, placing his other foot on my other thigh.

His cock bobbed in front of my face as I glanced up at the giggling stalk. “Your wish is my command, oh rhubarb king.”

I came forward and sucked his cock to the back of my throat, swallowing to clasp the head tight. He groaned, wobbled, and clutched tightly to my shoulders. “That’s it, hit my rhubarb one more time.”

He was too funny, and my laughter vibrated up the length of his shaft and custard cum hit the back of my throat a second later. He shuddered, his legs trembling while his hips jerked.

“Fastest rhubarb in the west,” he decreed breathlessly as his cock slipped out of my mouth and he landed in a heap of arms and legs splayed over my lap as I caught him before he tumbled to the floor.

“You might be the fastest,” I said, licking my lips. “But you sure are the tastiest.”

He beamed at me. “You sure do say the nicest things to a stalk.”