Page 70 of Resisting the Alien Rider

Me.

“Have I changed you, Garrek?”

The snort he gave in reply seemed to imply I should already know the answer.

“Still not sure if I should thank you or curse you,” he muttered. He left the spot he’d been standing, crossing the empty, roofless room to me. “But I do know that I’m no longer the man I was before you. 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.”

Garrek’s words got lodged in my throat. I tried to swallow but couldn’t.

Instead, I raised my hands to slide over the heated curves of his chest. His abdominal muscles contracted sharply when I skimmed my fingertips over them.

His breath became a strangled hiss when they fell to his belt.

“Please,” I whispered, already undoing the shiny buckle at the front. To my delight, I could see a bulge forming below it already, Garrek’s flesh straining for me even as his mouth said, “You need to rest.”

“Fine. We can get on the ground, then, so I’m lying down. But please,” I repeated, desperation twisting. “I need you, Garrek. I’ve missed you so much.”

“You should be in a bed. Soft and warm,” he groaned as I tugged his belt apart and peeled theleather of his trousers away. “I don’t want you on the cold hard floor. I want to take care of you.”

“You’ve done nothing but take care of me,” I whispered, my veins heating when Garrek’s swelling flesh sprang forward. “And don’t you remember? That very first night? I said I’d be fine out under the stars.” I took the huge, hot length of him in my hands. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

Still holding him, I got down on my knees. He followed at once, his knees hitting the boards so hard I was sure it had to hurt.

“Just sit back,” I told him. He watched me, his gaze piercing, unsure. He listened, though, sitting down and giving me space to shuffle forward between his thick, spayed thighs.

I gasped at how reactive he was, his cock leaping and throbbing with every nimble touch and stroke. This was the first time I’d ever seen it. I lowered myself so that it was at my eye-level.

And promptly reared back when something darted and nearly poked my eye out.

“Um, Garrek, what is that?” I asked, slowly opening one eye, then the other, to see some wiggly little bit of… something… attached to the base of Garrek’s dick.

“It’s my cock tail,” he said, his voice serrated with need. A tantalizing bead of moisture appeared at the smooth, dark tip of him. “I know that human men do not have them,” he went on. “Oaken let me see his book.”

“OK, what is with this book everyone keeps mentioning?” I asked. “Oaken talked about it, and Iremember Cherry saying something about it at Fallon and Darcy’s wedding.”

If I remembered correctly, Cherry’s exact words were, “That fucking book.”

“Oaken has it downloaded on his data tab. It is a guide,” Garrek groaned, his hips twitching. A heavy dark sac beneath his shaft visibly pulsed.

“A guide to what?”

“To… To understanding human females.”

I gave a shout of laughter, because wasn’t that the most dopily optimistic thing I’d ever heard. Anyone who thought they could nail down all the quirks and quandaries of human ladies with something like a book was kidding themselves. But Garrek looked absolutely serious, bless him.

“Alright,” I said, giving him the benefit of the doubt, “if this guide is all about human females, how do you know what human men are packing? Or, aren’t packing,” I added, giving the wiggly tendril at the base of Garrek’s cock a wary glance.

“Because I saw no cock tails in the pictures.”

“Hold on. Pictures?”

“Yes. The mating pictures.”

“You’re telling me you were looking at pictures,” I said, not sure whether to laugh or be offended, “of humans mating.”

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