CHAPTER 184: DOES MY BUTT LOOK TOO SMALL

Zack pulled out of the Z1 before he realized that Tim was waving at him, trying to get his attention and to speak to his father. A trip into town would have been nice, but hey, he always had the old speeders and he could catch up.

Unknown to Zach, Tim really did need to talk to his father. It seemed Jared was finished with any relationship with anyone. He just couldn’t get over the loss of the baby and had already moved out to guest quarters away from the main house of Ed and Carter’s. He did not want to see Tim; he did not want to hear Tim; he didn’t want to think about Tim.

Tim knew it was coming. He told Ed that he needed time away—the twins could stay exactly where they were. Carter and the twins had a perfect relationship, and he had settled into the role of Uncle Tim, not dad. And there was some good news: Carter had just found out he was pregnant again, so Tim wasn’t needed as a surrogate for Ed and Carter anymore. He was okay with that. He had given Ed two strong sons and was ready to move on. Maybe he would find someone else to share his life with, but he wasn’t actively looking because the pain of losing young Timothy and now Jared was strong.

Sonja met Zack with her arms open wide and hugged him. "Oh my gracious, what brings a good-looking man like you into my shop this early?"

"Sonja, I’d like you to meet the O’Malleys—Mason and Madison. They’re the oldest of six boys, and after last night they’re going to need the Miss Sonja treatment, so work your magic, young lady."

Sonja stepped back and saw two fine-looking young men standing there. "If I wasn’t engaged to Ty, these two here would not stand a chance, Mr. Zack. I might even have to tie them up in the back room and use them as my personal sex slaves." She paused, looking them over. "But they’re a little young and fresh. Let me see what I can do with this good-looking Mason. Follow me, young man—I’m about to take you off into the heavens. By the time I get through with you, you’re going to turn heads from miles around."

She pointed to Madison. "Cute little blonde boy over there, you have your big self sit down in that seat and I’ll get to you soon enough. Have the girls come out and work on your feet, work on those hands, trim those nails, buff you down, and look presentable. Because when I get through, you’re going to have the choice of any woman you want in town. And by the way, that weapon of mass destruction—cover it up. The girls around here like to swing on it. Doesn’t matter what it’s attached to, human or hybrid, as long as they get some dick, they like it."

Madison didn’t realize his robe had slipped and his tackle was showing. He blushed and sat down really quick. The girls were chattering around, talking to him, putting cream on his face, scrubbing his elbows, making him look good, making sure he was all polished and ready for his big debut.

One of the girls flat out told him, "I know you’re hybrid and you’re good-looking, and I definitely want to have me one of your babies. I just need to go off my birth control. Next time I’m coming out to see Mr. Zack—we’re going to get us one of those rooms and you’re going to do me. I’ll show you everything a human female can show a good-looking stud like you."

Madison swallowed hard and looked at Mr. Zack for help.

"Claire, don’t go scaring him—he’s never made it with no one. He has to learn the ropes," Zack intervened. "I have thought about asking him to join the program, and if he wants to be trained by Ben, he’ll be available. But that’s only if he wants to."

Claire smiled and took her little tray and walked away.

Madison looked at Zack. "What program were you going to ask me about, Mr. Zack?"

"We’ll talk about that when we get back to the Ranch. I’ll sit you down in the office and I’ll have Ben there to help explain."

Sonja came back out and looked at Madison, who was still blushing from Claire’s statements. "Okay, good-looking, follow me and I’ll get some of that hair cut off of you so you don’t look like a shaggy rackknar."

Tim walked into the shop looking for his father when Mason walked out, not paying attention to who was standing there. He turned around, looking toward the floor. "Do these pants look all right? Is my butt too small?"

Tim couldn’t help himself—it was an automatic reaction. "Far as I’m concerned, your butt looks just fine in those pants. In fact, it’s beautiful."

Mason spun around, red in the face, and realized it wasn’t his brother Madison standing there but a complete stranger. He began to profusely apologize for the choice of his words and asked for forgiveness.

"I’m not apologizing for telling the truth," Tim smiled. "You are gorgeous and those pants fit perfectly."

Zack cleared his throat and shook his finger at his son. "Watch it, young man."

"Yes, Sir," Tim replied.

"I was hoping maybe I could take Eli, as I promised him the next time we were in town we’d go next door for a super sundae. But now that I’m here, I think I might have to invite this young man over for a malted so that we can get acquainted a little bit. I’ll have a chaperone with Eli—he won’t let me make a fool of myself, and you know, Mr. Zack, that if I step over the line, he’ll let you know."

Tim held his hand out to Mason. "I would like to apologize for my words and invite you next door to the soda shop for a malted, along with me and young Eli here. By the way, my name is Tim."

Zack stood up and walked up to his son, speaking in a low voice. "Do you think this is proper? Jared’s at home."

Tim looked down. "Father, he’s not at home. He moved out almost three weeks ago into small private quarters behind the main house. He has made his position known that he no longer wishes to cohabitate with me or anyone, and no children are in his future. We’re through."

Zack shook his head. "Okay, be careful with this one—he’s special. And there’s no hanky-panky, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, abundantly clear. Just next door—we’re going to talk. Eli will be right there, so nothing else will happen."