Devi's Distraction (Icehome, #6)

by Ruby Dixon

maybe that’s my crusty twenty-nine-year-old virgin side talking. She doesn’t want anyone to score before she does, Old Crusty.

“But I would rather have you for one day than regret it for all of them.”

Everything I do from this point forward, I do for Devi. She is my reason. I know this as surely as I know my own four hands.

“Can I touch it?” “My…cock?” As if I could ever refuse such a thing.

Now I know why the human females always titter and make jokes about spurs. It hits them right in the pebble.