Rescued by the Alien Bull Rider (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #6)

by Ursa Dax

That settled it. I was going to this Zabria Prinar One. I was going to find myself an alien rancher. And come Hell or high water, I was going to marry him.

Even if the alien cattle here floated through the air and munched on clouds like cotton candy instead of grass, I’d figure it out.

He was beautiful. And he looked fucking pissed.

“I’ve come to marry an alien cowboy.”

Zohro’s skin was pink as strawberry lemonade, pink as sunrise, pink as my favourite fucking colour, though I’d spent most of my life pretending that it wasn’t.

“I was more concerned about my poor little human in that moment.”

Nice. Good. Kind.

Hair like liquid metal in the dark and like liquid fire in the light.

I’d probably still want her even if she’d murdered someone.

Scattered, just as her face was, with tiny splotches of human melanin that I had the sudden, bizarre urge to trace with my tips of my fingers. Followed by my tongue.

when he likes her freckles. So cute

I stared down at my wayward genitals, trying to menace them back into submission with little success.

My God, the ass on this man!

Maybe it was a little rude to be mentally curating a shrine to Zohro’s booty, but I couldn’t help it! The universe needed to know about Zabrian butts!

“Don’t call yourself a fool in front of me again.”

Damn. I love this man.

“Because even a blade this sharp,” he rasped, “couldn’t shred me like the look on your face right now.”

It felt like a message. It felt like a goodbye.

But I must also tell you that you are infinitely irritating. Very stab-able.”

“I have come prepared.”

Match maker warden strikes again!!

“I was thinking of my wife without her jamdildos.”

“Apologies,” Fallon said sadly. “I seem to have shown my whole ass.”

Im cackling. I miss fallon

These guys? They don’t do things by halves. And when they choose you? They really fucking choose you.”

And he… He accepted me.” I looked down at the curve of my stomach. “All of me. When nobody else did.”

Woo her? No one had said anything about wooing.

Sometimes the truth did have the power to explode like a bomb. Leaving us with ringing in our ears and shrapnel in our lungs as we stumbled through the wreckage.

Incoming Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: YOU ARE RAVISHING!!!! OUR REDHEADED QUEEN OF FERTILITY!!!!

Incoming Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: I know where you should come… Incoming Tablet Communication Cherry Dawson: Darcy… Incoming Tablet Communication Darcy Dubois: ON ZOHRO’S BIG PINK DICK!

Incoming Tablet Communication Tasha Wallace: Dear God, this entire chat is like one big human resources nightmare.

“Why have we not yet kissed?”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You have a smile that I fear I would lay down my life for.

I think I’m about to ejaculate.

“Vomit is the last bodily fluid I am worried about involuntarily ejecting right now.”

“I would wipe no other bottom but yours. Except your mother’s, of course.”

Incoming Tablet Communication G. Jaya: No one told me my ovaries were going to get absolutely obliterated by the chat today.

“And for the things you cannot do, that is when you turn to me.”

“How he could have watched you sleep. Held you as I have held her. After all that… I will never understand how he could have possibly let you go.”

I was also feeling tingly. Though in a far less appropriate place.

But I wanted them. All of them. I wanted her joy, her boisterous laughs. And I wanted her pain, if only so that I could soothe it.

“I think that I was always meant to burn down my old life. So that I could find you and Autumn in the ashes.”

“No,” he said, his gaze finally returning to me. “It looks like mine.”

“I’ve never been a patient man, Jolene. I’ve tried to be. For you. But now that I know that you love me, too…” He dragged me against his body, letting me feel the unmistakeable heat of a hard cock. “No. I can’t wait.”

Ooh. So they’re sensitive, sensitive.

“snakey lord and saviour”

“It wants to come out! Hello in there!”

“do not speak to it as if it can hear you.”

“You are going to be consuming it in a moment,” he warned, his throat choked with lust. “My control is fraying. Rapidly.”

“My tongue. My fingers. My cock. My tail.” “Your tail?!” “Yes.”