Page 12 of Sticky for You

“I’m Burke, I’m a bull,” the short, wide one said.

“Aren’t bulls like huge?” I said, then caught his angry expression. He’s a bull, Tim. Bulls are angry. “Not that you aren’t broad, I mean wide…”

They waited for me to quit digging the hole a rhubarb could get lost in and at the same time I noticed Maximus wasn’t coming to help me, although he had to hear me unwittingly insulting his family.

Could a rhubarb dig itself into a bigger hole?

The pink-haired guy laid an arm around Burke’s shoulders. “He’s a mini bull. I’m Randy, I’m a ram.”

“Are you pink all over?” I asked curiously, because that hair didn’t look as if it came out of a bottle.

Randy grinned at me. “All the way down. Want me to show you?”

“No!” Maximus stomped back and grabbed my wrist, but although his fingers clenched tightly, they didn’t dig in.

How sweet.

Give over.

Okay, how about… finally! Action time! I wiggled in anticipation, offering him my sexy smirk one more time, hoping for a better reaction this time.

“You’re not showing him anything. Tim is here to visit with me.” He hauled me toward the kitchen.

I gave a helpless wave to Burke and Randy, who waved back and vanished into another room, laughing their asses off.

“Do you want tea?” Maximus growled, all snappy lion teeth.

Was that a lion euphemism for let’s get naked? Because yes, yes! Naked now! My dick woke up, ready to do its thing, baby.

“Sure,” I agreed, poised to strip off my T-shirt.

Then Maximus opened the ancient refrigerator and pulled out a jug.

“What’s that?” I asked, staring at the brown liquid.

He looked confused and peered into the jug as if he needed to check the contents. “Iced tea.”

“Tea?”

“You said you wanted tea.”

I sat down in a wooden chair, which creaked alarmingly. “I thought it was a lion code thing for fucking.”

Maximus stared at me as if I’d grown two heads. “You think lions fuck with tea?”

Oh, Great Rhu. You never told me finding a mate was going to be this complicated. Our lessons told us it was all fuzzy stalks and heavy breathing from the second mates locked eyes on each other. My dick retreated, sulking at the lack of action.

“I thought you invited me over to, you know, fuck.” I pointed to the sudden tent in his sweats at my suggestion. “Want me to climb your stalk? I’m more than willing.” I didn’t think it would harm to try one last time to give off the sexy that was all me.

“I thought we could drink tea and get to know each other,” Maximus said, his gaze dipping to my mouth.

I increased the wattage of my rhubarbness. I mean, who could resist that?

“I could drink your cream and we could do the ‘getting to know each other’ that way,” I suggested, bouncing to my feet. Two steps and I’d be in his arms.

Maximus shook his head, taking a step away from me. “No.”

Huh? Now I was confused, I’d given him all my best come hither looks, the ones I practiced in the bathroom mirror. Was a mate immune to my rhubarb charm? “What did you invite me over for?”

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