Only the Clonely (Sunrise Cantina #1) Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Sunrise Cantina Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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Her eyes flick up to meet my gaze. "On my nipples."

...did...

...did I hear that correctly?

"I'm...sorry?" Shit, my voice is breaking again. My cock heard “nipples” for sure, but I'm not sure the rest of me did. I put a finger in my ear and vigorously rub it, trying to make sure my hearing isn't going. "Where again?"

"Nipples," she says, and there's a strange confidence on her face now. She pushes off the door and walks toward me, and kef me, she's cupping her small tits and pushing them out as if I need a reminder what a breast is. "Here. I want to pierce my nipples, but I need them to be even, and that's why I need a second set of eyes."

Oh, kef me.

She needs a second set of eyes.

On her naked breasts.

That are going to get pierced.

My cock may never be soft again.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

KAZEX

I'm sweating. Is it hot in here? Are the environmentals on? I tug at my collar as Ruthie gazes at me with expectant eyes. "You want me to pierce your breast?"

"The nipple, actually. It's a fairly common piercing for humans and it's supposed to be really appealing. I like the thought of doing it but I didn't want to go to Sakkar. Do you mind helping me?"

"Of course not." Just the thought of Sakkar seeing her naked breasts and touching them makes me want to punch something. "I'm glad you came to me."

"I wouldn't approach anyone else with this." There's a strange little smile on her face. "I trust you."

"Good." It's all I say, and then I want to smack myself in the face for not being more eloquent. Good? Good? That's all I've got? When Ruthie's about to bare her breasts to me and trust me to pierce them?

Kef me, just thinking about that makes me sweat.

"So how should we do this?" Ruthie reaches for the fastener at the top of her collar and activates it. The fabric immediately loosens as the auto-fastener slides down the path, showing a good deal of her throat and the bare skin underneath. "You want to look at my breasts and mark the spot first⁠—"

She breaks off as I move toward her and grab her tunic, closing it tight at her throat. "Wait."

"What?" Her brows furrow. "If you don't want to help me, just say so."

I have to bite back a groan of frustration. "It's not that. It's..." How do I tell her the truth? How do I point out that if she takes her shirt off, my cock is going to get hard and remain that way? That I'm not going to be able to remain objective because I've dreamed about seeing her naked? That I've beat off to it too many times to count? That if she reveals even a smidge more of her skin, I'm not going to be able to remain unaffected? "Ruthie, I might not be the best person for this after all."

Kef, I'm sweating so hard.

Ruthie looks crushed. "Oh."

She takes a step back, pushing my hand away from her tunic. I idly note that it's one of mine, cut and sized down to fit her. She hasn't had new clothes printed for herself. She prefers to wear my cast-offs. Kef, why do I love that so much?

She looks so wounded that it physically hurts me to see her like this. I need to explain. "It's not you. It's me."

A bitter laugh escapes her and she fastens her tunic shut again. "Funny. That's what guys say when they want to break up with a woman. Just say you're not interested in seeing me naked, all right?"

She can't truly think that. It's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. And yet the look on her face is shut down, closed off. Hurt. I have to fix this somehow. I reach out and cover her hand as she fusses with the fastener on her clothes. "That's not it at all. I'm too interested in seeing you naked."

Ruthie cocks one eyebrow and gives me a skeptical look.

"It's true. That's why I'm all wrong for this. I can't stay unbiased, Ruthie." I take a step back and rake a hand through my hair. "You think I haven't keffing dreamed of seeing you naked? Of touching you? I think about it all the time. That's why I'm telling you now. I can't help you with this because it's going to...affect me." I clear my throat. "Very specific parts of me."

Her smile returns. The look she gives me is soft, and to my surprise, she taps the auto-fastener again, re-activating it. It slowly descends down the front of her tunic even as she shrugs the material off her shoulders. "That's why you're perfect to help me. You won't act on it."

I want to. Kef me how I want to.

"I'd feel strange exposing my body to one of the others, like Zaemen or Aithar or even Salvotor. But I trust you."


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