Page 31 of Married to the Alien Mountain Man

My heart had only barely recovered from my earlier worries about her. And now, it was being pummelled by her prettiness. I was going to die a very early death at this rate.

Ah, well. I would just have to accept the risk.

“Um. The outhouse is free. I was just… Just enjoying the fresh air out here.”

“Were you?” I asked, noticing the tiny bumps cascading down the bare lengths of her arms. “You have caboosebumps.”

Jaya’s brows crashed together. “Excuse me?”

“You’re cold, aren’t you? I’m talking about these,” I said, skimming a fingertip gently up her arm, from elbow to shoulder. But this only seemed to make the caboosebumps more pronounced.

A violent shiver wracked her small frame.

Yes, there was no doubt about it. My human wife was cold.

“Come back inside,” I urged, now plagued with new worries about keeping her body temperature in the correct range.

“Alright. But just for a bit,” she said. Her focus appeared to move upwards, above my eyes. “I want to do something before I go back to my ship for the night.”

Her ship for the night. So she still wanted to do that.

Well, there was nothing for it. If that’s what she wanted, that’s what she would get. I had a tent. It was still bundled in my pack from when I’d gone out travelling to meet Magnolia in the spring.

“What is it you want to do before leaving?” I asked as I held the door wider. She passed by me, so close that her caboosebumpy arm brushed my front. Every microspan of my body went briefly taut with the sensation.

“I want to take a look at your head,” she said, returning to the kitchen.

“Truly, my head is fine,” I assured her. “The warden was exaggerating when he talked about me having a concussion.” The last thing I wanted was my capable, clever new wife thinking I was not operating at full capacity.

“Still,” she said, retrieving a small clean rag. “Let me have a look.”

It was unnecessary, but she had asked, and I found that I could deny her nothing. Realizing I’d be too tall if I remained standing, I sat back down at my small kitchen table. As I waited for her, I watched her as she bent over the sink, running the rag under water from the tap.

It was so very odd, being confronted with a tailless backside in person. Of course, I’d been around Magnolia for some time now, and she had no tail, either. But I’d never really found myself preoccupied by the lack of hers the way I was with Jaya’s. Jaya’s legs seemed long for a human female’s – at least, they were longer than Magnolia’s. Her tight trousers emphasized the slender shape of her thighs, leading my eye helplessly up to their apex.

In the book, I’d seen at least one image of a human male rutting into his woman from behind.

My flesh stirred, then swelled, in my trousers.

I quickly scooted my chair in to the table, so that the now unbearably-tight crotch of my pants was hidden beneath the tabletop. The legs of the chair scraped loudly against the floorboards as I did so.

“Everything alright back there?” Jaya asked, wringing out the cloth and then looking at me from over her shoulder.

“Of course,” I told her weakly. I was merely in danger of ejaculating untouched for the second time today. Not that I would tell her that. A good Zabrian male maintained control at all times.

I couldn’t even control my eyes around her, let alone my cock. No need to draw attention to the latter.

“Here,” Jaya said, crossing the kitchen floor to me. “I just want to clean you up a bit.”

“Thank you,” I said. I reached for the cloth, only to discover that Jaya apparently meant she wanted to do it herself. Dual urges warred within me.

The urge to take the cloth from her, to wordlessly let her know that I was a competent male, more than capable of taking care of both myself and her…

And the urge to give in and let her touch me.

The second urge proved the greatest. I let my hand fall to the table.

Jaya’s touch was firm but gentle as she swiped the cool, damp cloth along my forehead.

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