Every mining outpost
needs a sheriff, and Eidan Cozad is just the Eleoni for the job. Newly arrived
on planet with his deputy sister in tow, he faces corruption, hostility, and
nearly continuous rain. A chance encounter with a defiant human postal worker
adds yet one more complication to his mission.
Neat and tidy Teah
Ruida thought when the Eleoni arrived and enforced some law and order, it would
be easier for her to deliver her packages. Instead, she’s somehow become
embroiled in spat after spat with the handsome and assertive Sheriff himself.
Even though she doesn’t want to think about it, she’s become madly curious if
the rumor about the strange markings Eleoni hide under their clothes is true.
Tension between Eidan and Teah ignites into passion
that defies the barriers between their races. When there’s a violent ambush
initiated by the settlement’s criminal organization, the future of their love
hangs in the balance.
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Eidan had been enjoying himself immensely. Watching
Teah’s outrage grow as her eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed, had made him
forget all about the bruises forming on his torso and the chill rain
surrounding them with grim humidity. He hadn’t teased a pretty woman in far too
long.
He’d taken advantage of her distraction and moved
close to her, his body urging him to stay near, be as tactile as possible
because everywhere he touched made him want more. She didn’t seem to be
searching for an escape as she had upon their earlier acquaintance, but that
might be because she was so aggravated. She frowned, and he braced himself for
a snappy comeback or perhaps even a push to move him out of her orbit. Instead,
she reached out a hand and grasped his shoulder all while she rose up on her
toes and pressed her mouth to his.
Shocked at her actions, he failed to react for a few
beats. Such tender lips, so sweet. The unexpected caress had him reeling, so
when she drew back, still frowning, he took only a moment to decide return the
gesture, and he wouldn’t be nearly so chaste about it.
“See, I can be—”
He stopped her protest with a kiss of his own,
circling one of his hands around the back of her head as he allowed the other
to drop to her waist as he took over. With only a few nudging encouragements,
she’d opened her mouth to him, allowing him to taste her, tease with his tongue
in a new way as she quivered in his grasp. With a pent-up little moan she
leaned against him, her breasts firmly pressed to his chest. His cock, which
had been on alert since he’d first touched Teah, now sprang to near-painful
attention.
Teah kissed him back, her little nips and licks the
only encouragement he needed to lift her up and press her against the wall of
the building sheltering them. He grabbed at her thighs and pulled them around
his waist even as he ground his hips into her, his thickened cock sliding along
the plump flesh between her legs. All the residual adrenaline from the fight
ignited in his veins as he allowed sexual energy build between them. He wished
he’d removed his damned gloves so he could finally grasp some of her curves.
She made a soft sound deep in her throat and
clutched harder at his shoulders, her tongue teasing his then retreating to the
safety of her mouth. He followed with a foray of his own and her whole body
softened against his as he thrust his tongue inside her. A sudden flash of
awareness filled him: Teah would melt against him when he penetrated her. She
was incredibly responsive and he was certain when they finally had intercourse,
it would be a fulfilling encounter. The way she suddenly clamped her thighs
around him and rocked her pussy against the ridge of his cock only confirmed
it.
The sudden chirrup of his alarm startled him, and he
pulled away from Teah’s succulent lips, the need to return to duty overriding
arousal in a painful snap. Teah’s head fell back and she blinked groggily as he
answered his comm link summons. An emergency required as much of his attention
he could provide even though he was in the middle of foreplay.
“Hey, Eidan! How’d the fight go?” His sister’s voice
rang out in a cheerful query, and he winced. No emergency, just inopportune
curiosity.
“I won.”
At his brief answer, Teah focused on him, then
glanced down their tightly entwined bodies. A deeper blush rose up her cheeks,
and she pressed at his forearms and wriggled her legs. Her movements were quite
stimulating—everything about her was stimulating in fact, but it was clear she
was trying to escape him yet again. In response, he tightened his grip on her
full buttocks and she let out a tiny squeal.
“What was that? Are you still at the location? Do
you need me to escort you out?”
“No.” He included Teah in that denial. She was
staying exactly where she was. The woman in his arms sucked in a breath and
pushed at his chest. He flinched because she happened to compress a new bruise
and he almost lost his grip on her. She took advantage of his divided attention
and kicked her legs. His cock appreciated the rhythmic motion.
“Let me down,” she whispered with a scowl.
“Who was that?” Brida asked quickly. No longer
willing to put up with eavesdropping, Eidan reluctantly removed one of his
hands from the lush curve of Teah’s ass and hit private link on the comm. Now
his sister wouldn’t be able to hear anything but his voice. As soon as he let
go of her, Teah struggled in earnest and with an agile twist she was free,
ducking under his arm as he reached for her.
“Was there anything else?” he asked as he followed
Teah along the walk. She picked up the pace, and he allowed himself the luxury
of watching her hips sway.
“Not really. Just checking in to make sure my little
brother hadn’t gotten his skull cracked open by some smelly human savage.”
At these words, Teah spun around suddenly, a
thunderous frown on her face. “Smelly human savage?”
“You’re not a savage,” Eidan tried to reassure her,
though the idea of Teah sinking her teeth into him as they engaged in a naked
tussle definitely brought out the primal in him.
“Who’s a savage?” Brida asked.
“No one’s a savage.” He nearly shouted it,
frustrated that Teah wasn’t touching him and that his sister had used such a
derogatory term so openly. Yes, they had joked about how primitive human
society seemed, but it wouldn’t do to entertain even superficial judgments now
that they were here among their new constituents. “Brida, I’m signing off.”
With a jerk of his hands he shut off the link and
faced his peeved human.
“Don’t even think it.” Teah warned him off with a
raised hand. She shuffled backward and eyed him like he was armed and
dangerous.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” Eidan knew it
was a lie, the bulge in his trousers clearly advertising what he was after.
J. J. Lore has been interested in the dashing men who roam outer space since she was transfixed by Han Solo piloting the Millennium Falcon a long time ago in a theatre far, far away. Sadly, there is no way for her to join in the fun of intergalactic adventures unless she writes them, so that’s what she does whenever she isn’t taking care of the business of life. If you can’t find her typing madly on her sluggish keyboard, she’s probably poking around in a thrift store searching for the perfect pair of worn jeans or a vintage kachina bolo tie. These days she puts her anthropology degree to work when she whips up dishes from many different cultures, most of which benefit from a liberal dose of sriracha or a smear of green curry paste. Her favorite reading topics are costume history, epidemiology, and permaculture, all of which she’d like to work into a story if she’s suddenly overcome with a brilliant idea someday.
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