Wanted by the Alien Warden (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #4)

by Ursa Dax

I wasn’t going to let his Old-Earth golden retriever act derail me.

The ears in question twitched. Holy Terra. They were so… perky! And round! Cutie-patootie little Old-Earth mousie ears!

I was sensing a rather pathetic amount of masturbation in my future.

Masturbation. That is truly how I would have to survive. Masturbation and suffering.

“You’re hurt? What’s wrong?” How the hell did he do that? Close such considerable distance with what seemed to be no effort at all? In the span of a second, he was before me, his gaze white and searching. “Does loneliness count?” Holy Terra. I was such an idiot. This was legitimately embarrassing. He was probably going to laugh at me. Or turn that fine purple ass right around and- “It counts, Tasha.” Hoarsely, he repeated the words. “It counts.”

😭

“How does it feel,” he murmured, “to be the only one in this world capable of making a Zabrian warden beg?”