“I do not believe he is trying to conceal it,” Silar said thoughtfully. “He did not organize this program. The Empire did. He is only helping to facilitate it and has never once indicated that our brides would be in ignorance of our histories. I do not believe he even knows about this miscommunication.”

“Huh…” I absorbed Silar’s words, weighing them inside my head. Maybe he was correct. It had never seemed like the warden had purposely hidden anything from me in the short conversations I’d had with him. Maybe his one chat with Tasha had been the same way. He’d assumed she’d known, and so it had never really come up. “Actually… I think you may be right. I guess it’s the Empire concealing the details.”

I thought about the way the Empire was treating us, the human brides who apparently didn’t deserve to know who they were marrying, and the way they’d treated Silar, convicting him and sending him here at such a painfully young age.

“You know,” I said tartly, “that Empire of yours does a lot of stupid shit.”

“They sent me here,” Silar said without malice, his lips drifting down to brush my ear. “And they sent me you.” His fingers tightened on my waist, his cock thickening against my back. “I think I could forgive anything,” he added huskily, “so long as I have you.”

“Well, I can’t! I’m still mad at them,” I said. But there was no bite to my words. Silar was slowly grinding his erection against me, bending his knees until his hard shaft jutted against the curve of my ass. “But,” I said throatily, “I will concede that I am very, very happy they brought me here. Even if it was kind of under slightly false pretenses.”

Silar made a pleased sound at my words, then made an even more pleased sound when his hands rose to cup my breasts. I gasped, feeling my nipples instantly harden beneath his claiming touch. Need rose instantly, and I arched and pushed my ass against Silar’s arousal.

“Cherry,” he panted, his voice lust-thickened as he rubbed himself on me. I moaned in response, turning myself in his hold so that I could kiss him. His mouth met mine with hot urgency. It was like he was pouring every moment of doubt and desire he’d had since my arrival into my body.

Silar’s feet began to move, and I let him lead me, still sliding my tongue with blind abandon through his mouth. I gasped when I suddenly felt myself tipping backwards. My back hit the angled part of the roof and my eyes snapped open. Silar stood above me, blotting out the sun, snapping his belt open and shoving down his trousers. Wiggling against the warm roof at my back, I did the same thing, pushing my leggings down with a trembling franticness I barely recognized in myself.

Silar gripped his shaft, squeezing as he cast his gaze appreciatively down my body. His tail loosened from its place around my waist, the tip of it dipping between my legs until I squirmed. It slid back and forth over my clit, then gently probed inside, flicking and swirling while Silar jerked his needy cock. His white eyes never left me, roving greedily between my flushed face, my naked legs, and the place that his tail disappeared inside me.

Just as my insides fluttered, a tell-tale indication of climax, he slipped his tail out of my wet core. I whimpered in complaint, only to be swiftly stuffed with his cock. He bracketed the sides of my head with his forearms, supporting the fronts of his legs against the angled rooftop while he took up a possessive, thrusting rhythm.

“I… I’m going to…”

Silar palmed the side of my throat, holding my jaw with his fingertips, forcing my gaze up to his.

“Say it,” he hissed, almost savagely, his hips moving with feral, lawless need.

“I’m going to come,” I whimpered, feeling myself constrict on him already.

“Not that,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, his hips surging forwards. “I mean… Yes, that… But also…” He forced his eyes back open, linking them drunkenly with mine. “Say you’ll stay with me.”

“I… I…”

Had I not said that yet? I’d told him I loved him. I’d told him that I would always be his wife. That it was him and me, forever.

But maybe my sweet Silar just needed to hear it in those exact words. And if I’d already said it once, maybe he just needed to hear it again.

I’d say it as many times as he wanted.

I threw my arms around his neck, lifting my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. The angle instantly changed, sending his surging cock even deeper.

“I’m staying, Silar,” I whispered between the frantic meeting of our hips. “I love you. And I am staying with you.”

My orgasm crashed down on me with the force of a falling planet. My head tipped back against the warm, angled surface of the roof. A cry tore roughly from my throat when I felt the responsive swell of Silar’s cock. In his rising pleasure, his cock tail snapped and writhed between our bodies, fanning my clit into a frenzy.

“You’ll stay with me,” Silar repeated groaningly. He punctuated every word with a shuddering stab of his spewing shaft. “Stay. With. Me.”

“I will,” I sobbed as my whole body accepted him, claimed him, took him in as my own. Silar rose up slightly, planting his hands on the roof beside my head instead of his elbows. Staring down at me, raw and hungry, he thrust into me for the final, ecstatic time.

“Good,” he growled, going still and spilling the last of his lust into me. “Because at this point, Cherry, even if you wanted to…”

“What?”

“I don’t think that I could let you leave.”

His words touched a nerve somewhere deep in my psyche. The possessive edge in his voice making a second climax rise up and spin out inside me. My body spasmed, my throat so hoarse I couldn’t make a sound as I came apart on my husband’s cock once more.

For a long time after it was done, we stayed there on the roof. Tangled up in each other and letting the sunlight drape down around us.

Eventually, when we were ready, we went back down the ladder. We ate breakfast together at the table Silar built. We cleaned up the bloodstains both inside and outside our home. Silar inspected the fences while I tended to the garden.

And then, together, we planted the cherry tree.

Thank you so much for reading Cherry and Silar’s story. In all honesty, Married to the Alien Cowboy wasn’t even supposed to be on my 2024 publication schedule. But Cherry and Silar and this weird cowboy colony world was so vivid in my head that I couldn’t wait to write it any longer! I am so excited to continue with this series and bring you the stories of all our cowboys, including the warden. Book two is slotted to be Fallon and Darcy’s story. If you want to know the MOMENT that book goes up for pre-order and keep up to date with all my book news, be sure to sign up at www.ursadaxwriting.com/contact for my newsletter.

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If you want to read some of the other books in my Elora Station universe, including the story of Sophie at the coffee shop and Cherry’s friend Maggie and her alien orc, check out my Elora Station novellas!

HOLIDAY ROMANCES OF ELORA STATION

Chimera for Christmas (Sophie and X)

Alien Orc for Christmas (Maggie and Archie)

Other Ursa Dax Books

Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords

Alien Tyrant

Alien Enemy

Alien Orphan

Alien Reject

Alien Exile

Alien Hunter

Alien Victor