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

by Ursa Dax

I gestured towards Shanti with her marvellous alien stature, then at myself with my ever-so-slightly less impressive five-foot-one human frame.

iM s0oO tiNy bUt yOu WiLl bE AbLe tO FiT uR Ha-UuUge aLiEN pEeN iN mEeE aNd NoT GiVE mE InTErNaL DAMagE

She made the act of pissing sound pretty. How was that even possible? I’d let her urinate on me if she wanted to.

PAUSE

If Garrek was hard, maybe it was only because this life had made him hard.

A big grumpy man who is deep down a softie makes me HARDDD

“Sweet pee,” I echoed in confused confirmation. “As in urine?” That could not possibly be correct.

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. I could tell her how lovely she looked right now, with her skin so soft and clean and her hair all loose and wet. I could tell her how much I admired her competence, her generosity, her spirit. I could tell her how her gentleness made me think of strength when in anyone else I would scoff at it and call it weakness. I could tell her how cursedly good she smelled. That I’d seen the bottoms of her tiny feet tonight and that I liked them just as much as the rest of her. I could tell her how when I first saw her on Fallon’s ranch, I felt every single particle of my being shift, minutely, but enough to tell me nothing would ever be the same. I’d experienced such a thing only once before, my first morning in this world, when I’d risen before dawn and watched the sun rise beyond the mountains for the very first time. I did not tell her any of this.

SIMP <3!!!!!

Lucky me, I’d nearly climaxed, untouched, in my leathers.

Okay cassian, pop off (prematurely)

“Have you ever felt that way before?” I asked him. “The first time you meet somebody new, and you suddenly just feel like, ‘yes, I know you. You’re somebody special.’ You just feel like you were meant to meet? And that everything’s about to change?” Garrek’s throat contracted on a swallow. When he answered, his voice sounded oddly thick. “Yes,” he rasped. “Only once.” I wondered who it was. I didn’t ask.

Old-Earth humans actually went out on the treacherous oceans in those vessels, putting so much faith in the wood and the wind and themselves that they were willing to risk their lives. Just to see what was out there.”

All I could think about were all those little ships in bottles, just like the real ships people had sent out on the sea, sink or swim. Live or die. You’d have to be so brave to do something like that. And I guess I wanted to think that I could be brave, too. I wanted to reach for happiness with both hands.

Gah!” Dramatic gasps. That’s what she said her old friend had done.

I DIDN'T KNOW THAT GAH WAS A GASP NOISE I THOUGHT ALL THESE BOOK PPL WERE PHONETICALLY SAYING GAH

“She told me that I could have her shit in a bottle.” “Ship in a bottle, Killian,” I groaned.

“The tips of your… Blast, I forget the human word. Your… teats…” I have clitohorses, nip-holes, and teats now.

“I feel like stress is just your default setting,”

me asfff