Page 39 of Rescued By the Alien Bull Rider

“Oh!” Tasha said. “Those look nice. Good work, Zohro.”

“I would like some credit for advising him,” Warden Tenn rumbled, pulling her closer. She swatted him on the chest, but she was smiling.

“You’ll get credit if you pronounced the word correctly,” she said.

“Of course I did,” he scoffed. “I always do.”

“Sure you do,” Tasha said. “Tenn, can you get out the tent? We’re going to stay here for a bit.”

“Pardon me?” I asked, staring at her.

“It’s what Jolene wants,” Tasha said. Despite her soft and pretty appearance, she could be brutal in her own way when she wanted to be, especially when she was looking out for the interests of the human women. Her expression became suddenly cool and smooth, no cracks to allow opposition. “We won’t get in your way and we won’t sleep inside the house. But we will be staying on the property for at least a few days, and will require access to your water and other supplies. Is that clear?”

“She would have made a marvellous warden,” Tenn said, his eyes going pathetically white for his woman, “Would she not have?”

Tasha’s firm expression never wavered. But her cheeks did darken at the warden’s lovesick compliment.

“Fine,” I snapped, already grating at the idea of having supervisors. “But only because Jolene wants it. Otherwise, I’d be sending the both of you on your way.”

“Very generous of you,” the warden said dryly. “You will surely have no trouble winning Jolene’s heart with that open and giving attitude of yours.”

“Funny,” Tasha said, her smile slowly returning. “I actually don’t think he’s going to have any trouble at all.”

I left Warden Tenn and Tasha to erect their tent, hopefully somewhere not too close to the house. I was not used to guests, and the only one I was actually interested in putting up with was Jolene.

I found her in the kitchen. She appeared startled when she saw me. Nervous. I wished that did not hurt me, but it did.

“I, um. I made you some food,” she said, avoiding my eyes. “Or, I slapped it on a plate, at least,” she said, indicating a dish of smoked meat and pickled root vegetables on the table. “I ate earlier. I only just realized you didn’t eat any lunch or dinner. And I felt bad.”

She felt bad for her hungry convict husband?

Well, that was something, I supposed.

I stared at the plate. It was a simple thing. No cooking involved.

And yet, that act strangely touched me. I wanted to recoil from it, but forced myself to sit with it instead.

“Thank you,” I said.

The words were stiff. When was the last time I’d thanked anyone for anything?

“I made you something as well. Jamdildos.”

She looked startled all over again. Fascinatingly, her neck flushed red a moment before her cheeks did. I wondered how hot her skin was now.

“You… Pardon?!”

“The warden told me about it.”

“The warden told you to make me a dildo?”

“That is not exactly how he pronounced it,” I said. “But yes.”

“I, um. Wow. OK.” She raked her fingers through her bright hair, leaving the strands fluffed out from her face. I wanted to catch one of them between my fingers. Touch it to my lips.

“I really don’t think I’ll need a dildo,” she stammered. “Unless…” She bit her lip. “Let me see it first.”

I crossed the room to her and put the slippery garments into her hands.

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