Resisting the Alien Rider (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #3)

by Ursa Dax

I tried to ignore the fact that I was now rather pathetically envious of Killian, disappointed that Magnolia had not also referred to me as sweetened piss.

What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I just imagined cozily nestling my cock against the backside of the woman intended for my cousin! What’s wrong is that somewhere at the back of my idiotic brain, I’m still imagining it!

“Oaken has not even seen a female since childhood,” Garrek said, his tone flat. “You’ll impress him simply by breathing.”

“You presumably haven’t seen a female since childhood, either,” I replied tartly, “and I certainly don’t impress you just by breathing.” “How would you know?”

It was like I’d been moving through my life as if it were nothing but a series of numbing repetitions. Eat. Chores. Sleep. Each day bleeding into the next with the familiar unreality of a recurring dream. But now, I was waking up.

She was right. I did not give out compliments often. To anyone. And yet I had dozens, hundreds of them lined up and waiting for her.

“You think that I am happy?” I snarled. “You think that I want to give her up? When I said no to the bride program, I had no idea it could be her. If she were any other woman – any other woman, Killian! – I would not feel like my heart is being ripped up and out of my throat every time I so much as look at her!”

“I want to marry you,” he said. “I want to build a life with you. Family. With you and Killian both.” My battered heart took flight. “I’m not Oaken. I’m not the man you came here for. But I can be the man you need. And I’ll work every day to be the man who deserves you.” His jaw flexed. His eyes searched mine. “If… If you’ll have me.” “Why, Garrek,” I murmured, happiness warming every inch of me, “Are you asking me to marry you?” “Asking. Pleading. I’ll beg you if I have to,” he groaned. “Get down on my knees and… Wait. I am already on my knees.”

“I learned,” he huffed on a hoarse breath, “about mating positions. And female erogenous zones. Like the clitohorses.”

I have clitohorses, nip-holes, and teats now. Learn something new every damn day.

And if that ardu bite had taught me anything, it was that life is short. A girl had to seize the moment… And the alien dick.