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

by Ursa Dax

I was weak and I was trapped. Stuck. Bamboozled by Fallon’s boobs, Terra help me.

Hell yeah. I was a cleaning fucking machine. Killing this wife shit.

Fallon and Darcy, sitting in a shuttle. Kissing and smooching and having a nice cuddle. Fallon is paper and Darcy is rock. Fallon wants her to touch his…

“Fallon,” my wife said, her frown deepening and her cheeks darkening, “can you please get that boner under control because I am trying to look at your burn, here!”

My husband was about to die, and I was going to be a widow, because of a snakebite to the dick.

prodded anxiously, trying to get a look at what was happening with his dick. Was the snake still there with its fangs latched onto him? A sudden rush of possessive rage went through me. If anyone was going to bite my husband’s dick, it was going to be me!

“Please tell me,” I said, speaking very slowly and trying to keep the shaking out of my voice, “that I did not just mistake a part of your anatomy for a venomous serpent and try to rip it off.” “I believe,” Fallon panted, “that is exactly what just happened.” Even in his pain, the big dope managed to give me a sweet smile. “Thank you for trying to save me, anyway.”

“Can I,” he groaned against the top of my head, his fingers rubbing my ass needily, “touch your clitorosaurus?” Clit…orosaurus… “My… My what?!”

“Alright. Say it with me now, Fallon. Clitoris.” “Clitorosaurus.” “Try again. Clit-or-us.” “Clito… Clitoroni.” “What? That’s even further away from the original!”

I should have felt humiliated, standing like this in the bright-ass daylight, holding up my skirt, panties around my boots, displaying myself so that my alien husband could have a go at petting my Tyrannosaurus-Clit.

I did not look at my exile like some of the other men here do. I considered it a relief. It was a fresh start. I love working with my hands. I love the land. I love Sora and the shuldu and the bracku. And I love you.” He said it so easily, looking right into my eyes. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Being sent here saved my life. Marrying you completed it.”

“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. I do not care if you do not respect me. But you will respect my wife.”

“Who are you to speak to me this way?” she gasped. “I am her mother!” “And I am her husband,” I growled. “Her partner. Her protector. And if I have to protect her from you, then so be it.”