Cutlass: Motor City Alien Mail Order Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency by Ellis Leigh Page B

thrust, it was with a roar that nearly shook the windows. Guess the neighbor knows my dry spell’s over.
    He fell on top of me, both of us exhausted and clinging to the other. His weight almost soothing to my tired muscles.
    “Well, that was different,” I said, my words coming out mumbled as the sheets pooled around my face.
    Cutlass chuckled and kissed my shoulder before rolling us both to our sides so we could face each other. And so I wasn’t strangled by bed linens.
    “Good different or bad?” he asked as he ran his hands over my back.
    “Good. Very, very good.” I let out a moan at his massage-like rubdown. “Though you might not want to yell so loud next time. These walls aren’t exactly soundproof.”
    He looked around as if seeing the loft for the first time, which perhaps he was considering how our entry happened. “Was this once a home for much taller creatures?”
    It took me a second to understand where that question was coming from. “Oh, the ceilings? No. This wasn’t a home at all. It was a warehouse. Someone turned the big, open spaces into apartments, and here I am. At least, for a little bit longer.”
    His eyes lit up as he looked around once more. “ Were-howss ?”
    “Yeah. Why?”
    The man jumped out of bed and ran for his clothes. “I have an idea.”

Epilogue
    Chloe
    “ S hit , Cutlass.” I came awake with a gasp. My gorgeous alien boyfriend had his shoulders holding my thighs apart, his yellow eyes watching me, and his tongue flicking madly over my clit. Typical weekday, it seemed. Alien alarm clocks were the absolute best.
    I grabbed hold of his mane—he’d been growing it out, and we were at the point where you couldn’t call that shit hair—and held on tight. We’d been living together for two months, and I knew how this morning would go. But I didn’t have time for the entire wake-Chloe-up-with-lots-of-hot-sex thing. I almost felt bad stopping him.
    Okay, I felt really bad. Mostly for myself because the man was a master at giving me the Os.
    “We don’t have time,” I said, groaning through the words because oh, my God, his cock was resting on my calf and I could feel the wetness running down from how excited he was. Fuck, that bit of precome drove me wild.
    As if he knew—and let’s face it, he did because I was a total hussy for him—he climbed up my body and pressed inside me.
    “Shush. I’ll claim my mate today so all the new non-earthling males in the building know you’re mine.”
    His hips rocked against mine, every thrust sending sparks shooting up my spine. In a good way. I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips. Hanging on for dear life.
    “That’s sort of like pissing on my leg, you know.”
    He grunted, leaning down to bite my ear as he pulled one leg higher. Oh hell, that angle was the best.
    “I have no idea what you mean, but I don’t care. Should I?” He slid his fingers between us, teasing my clit. The bastard.
    “No,” I gasped. “Just keep going.”
    “Whatever my mate wants.”
    Fast, hard fucking and a doozy of an orgasm—sometimes that was all it took to make a morning go from good to best-ever. I knew that fact well. Cutlass made sure every morning was the best-ever before I left for work. Which reminded me…
    “I need to shower,” I said, still recovering from the three orgasms he’d given me in about four minutes. The man had serious skills.
    Cutlass grunted his acceptance and rolled out of bed with me, refusing to stop touching. A weird habit I was oddly in love with. Well, that and him. Because falling in love with my alien mail order boyfriend turned out to be way easy.
    “When will the others get here?”
    I led the way into the bathroom the agency had remodeled for us. A real, working bathroom. Amazing. “Agency said ten.”
    He passed by his colored contacts and headed for the shower. I’d stopped caring about the neon yellow eyes the man sported. In fact, they’d sort of grown on me.
    “We