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

by Ursa Dax

“Oaken told me… He told me the wedding is off.” Garrek didn’t look surprised by this. “Yes.”

“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.”

“Well, you’d better get used to that sound,” I said softly, “because like it or not, you’re pretty damn good at making me laugh. And you’re going to hear it every single day. When we’re married.”

“I’ve been alone here a long time,” he said. “I find that I don’t mind so much.” Please, please, let him get an awesome human wife. He deserved one. Even if it wasn’t me.

And I believe it is the same for Killian.” “He’s not a man yet,” I pointed out. “No,” Garrek agreed. “But he will be soon. And he’ll be a better one for knowing you.”

“You’re telling me you were looking at pictures,” I said, not sure whether to laugh or be offended, “of humans mating.” “Yes,” he said at once. Then, his voice going thick. “It was… very informative.” Jesus fucking Christ. I’d bet it was.

“Garrek, what in the holy hills of Terra are nip-holes?” “The…” He was for a moment lost for words, as if contemplating the exotic reality of human nip-holes while I tickled the tip of his weeping cock was just too much for his virgin cowboy brain to handle. “The tips of your… Blast, I forget the human word. Your… teats…”

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

I pulled the sides apart, letting Garrek see my bare breasts for the first time. The look on his face was one I’d never fucking forget. It almost made the whole nip-holes debacle worth it. His eyes blazed, roaming over my exposed chest and belly. With a guttural sound, he gripped his cock in a murderous fist, squeezing tightly. More viscous fluid oozed from the tip.

“Are you,” Garrek panted, “talking to my cock tail?” “Somebody has to,” I told him as the cock tail pulsed around my finger. “That thing was going crazy!” Garrek groaned. “Why am I not surprised? You talk to fabric animals. Why would you not also talk to my genitals?”

By the time I took him in my mouth and started jerking him with my hand, his body was as taut as leather stretched on a frame. His breath came in little spastic hisses, his hips writhing, his cock tail squeezing. Despite stripping out of my jacket and shirt, my whole body felt feverish, my clit on fire, my thighs squeezing around nothing.

“You didn’t have to push me back,” I told him, panting, my sex clenching at the thought of Garrek letting loose in my mouth.

“Oh,” he said at length. His cock gave another spasm, another shivery explosion of fluid. “You’d be alright… With my seed in your mouth?” “I’d be alright with it anywhere.”

Half to prove my point, and half to see just how crazy I could make him, I lowered myself once again, took his drenched tip into my mouth, and gently suckled.

His shaft twitched and swelled once more. The flesh of his thighs quivered with tension. His hands found their way to my hair, tentative at first, and then firm. Possessive. I moaned

And then moved inward to the slick heat of my pulsing core. Garrek seemed to stop breathing when his tail began to push inside. I moaned again, my body already spasming to take him deeper. His tail wasn’t as big as a cock, but it was certainly thicker than a finger. It slid and stretched until I was dripping, useless on my knees, my mouth slack around Garrek’s engorged organ.

“You never need to beg me for anything, Magnolia.” It was a stoic, sacred vow. “Never.”

He made a savage sound, the sound of a starving man, as he devoured my swollen, tingling nub.

“Yes,” I told him, nodding, the back of my head bumping the wood floor. “I want you, Garrek.” “I have wanted you,” he hissed, nudging his tip inside, “since the very first moment that I saw you.”

His cock tail spasmed, writhing against my damp flesh until it found my clit and seized upon it, coiling tightly.

“Magnolia, sweet thing, I’m going to-” “It’s OK,” I gasped,

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ve got you. Just let go, Garrek. Let go.”

“He doesn’t care what the words mean,” Garrek said. I could feel the rumble of his smoky voice vibrating against my back. “He only cares about what they mean to you. He knows you care for him. That is enough.”

“I love him,” I said fiercely. “And tomorrow I will definitely clarify that for him. Peas have very nice flowers! They’re beautiful and fragrant and there are delicious little pea pods and… Ugh. I’ll find a picture to show him on my comms tablet. Poor kid.”

“I will blame it on you,” he retorted darkly. “You and Killian. I never felt as if my heart was going to give out on a daily basis before I met the two of you.”

“I suppose that stress goes hand in hand with caring. The more you love something, the more you worry. And want to protect it.” “Yeah,” I whispered, “I think I know what you mean.”

Magnolia was in my arms. And she was naked. Because I had mated her.

This was the first time I’d woken with Magnolia and had not felt sick and terrified and guilty about my joy.

“That doesn’t mean you should be sleeping with her!” Killian cried, as if shocked to the very core of his being at the idea. “And… Are you naked?!”

“No! There’s barely any room in that bedroll! She should not be subjected to your… your nudity this way!”

He lunged for me, and I wasn’t sure if he meant to drag me from the bedroll or throttle me for my indecency. Maybe both. I swatted him away. “She’s fine with it. At least I think she is.”

I was not horrified. I could not think of anything better than waking up with her nude body so smooth and deliciously warm against my own.

Killian glared, aimed a hostile tail-tip in the general vicinity of my covered genitalia, and imperiously sniped, “Absolutely horrendous.” Then he positively careened out of the cabin, the soles of his boots smacking the wood before he leaped out into the grass and disappeared.

Incoming Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: BECAUSE I NEEDED TO KNOW WHY FALLON KEPT GETTING DOPEY FUCKING FLASHLIGHT EYES EVERY TIME HE LOOKED AT ME!!! I THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH HIM!!!

“There,” Garrek said. I perked up, thinking he was about to say something else to me, but then just about dissolved into a puddle of goo when I realized he wasn’t talking to me at all. “You’ll be able to see the wedding better like this.” I didn’t ask him if he liked his gift. His gruff words spoken to the beaver, the careful placement in the pocket, told me everything I needed to know.