Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)

by Ursa Dax

Only once, in the doorway, did she turn to look back at me, making sure I’d followed. She didn’t know me very well yet. Because if she did, she never would have needed to turn around and check.

“A man could read a thousand books on human women and never be any closer to actually understanding them.

Oh, no. Absolutely not. I was not going to get turned on by my own husband.

me asf <3 misandrist at heart

I had not known that having a wife would be so incredibly stressful.

Was this man for real? Was he actually this happy all the time? What the hell was his deal?

Goddamnit, why was he so straightforward? Didn’t he know you were supposed to obscure and conceal every real thing you ever felt?

“Is that your way of asking nicely for another blow job?” I asked, grinning. “I… I am not sure how effective blowing on it would be,” Fallon said.

“Can I,” he groaned against the top of my head, his fingers rubbing my ass needily, “touch your clitorosaurus?”

“Alright. Say it with me now, Fallon. Clitoris.” “Clitorosaurus.” “Try again. Clit-or-us.” “Clito… Clitoroni.”

“Clitorious!”

I studied the diagram extensively. I know where it is located.” “Well, you’re already ahead of the majority of human men,” I said with a laugh.

“Every day,” I seethed, as if my very soul were seeping out from between my teeth, “I thank the sun for rising just so it can shine upon her. Simply to breathe the air beside her is something that I treasure and fight every moment to deserve.

*telepathically sending this to my boyfriends brain so he thinks like this*

both holes hot and clenching

Not both holes clenching