Free Submitting to the Alien (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Aislin's Alien Adventures Book 3) by Sophie Stern Page B

place is bustling with shoppers and locals rushing around, buying things, selling things, eating, arguing about prices, and talking.
    We catch the Ulexian version of a cab and Harry says something to the driver that I don't understand.
    "What did you tell him?" I ask.
    "I told him to take us to the best restaurant on the planet," Harry grins. He places his hand on my thigh, letting me know that I'm important, reminding me that I'm valuable. It's a simple gesture, but it means the world to me.
    I'm still uncomfortable sometimes when we visit new planets. There's so much that I don't know. I'm often afraid I'll stick out like a sore thumb, the way I did on Earth. Though I'm not an alien in my own world, I might as well be with the way people treated me.
    It seems that most people on Earth are not ready for a world of women who don't fit into size 0 pants.
    Or, you know, women who have opinions.
    When we reach the restaurant, Harry says something to the driver before handing over a small bag. The driver opens it and smiles. It's full of sand. Earth sand. Ordinary, plain ol' Earth sand, but apparently it's quite the thing here on Ulexi.
    The driver goes crazy with gratitude and Harry just laughs and waves, making an "it's nothing" gesture to the driver. Then we step out of the cab and walk up the steps to a tiny little restaurant. I'm about to try my first taste of Ulexi.
    But it certainly won't be my last.
    *
    Elia is tall and lean with short red hair.
    In other words, she’s everything I’m not.
    “Harry,” she waltzes forward and wraps her arms around him. Without hesitation, Harry begins kissing her deeply, darkly, sending waves of excitement and jealousy through my body. I’m used to sharing Harry by now, but I still feel a bit possessive when I see him with another woman.
    As she stops kissing him, I take a harder look at Elia. She’s tall: at least 6 feet, maybe more. Her hair is short and bright, hanging in soft curls to her ears. Her lips are bright red, even after kissing Harry, which lets me know that it’s her natural lip color: not lipstick.
    When Elia turns to me, I notice a small flicker of movement at the back of her body.
    That’s when I notice: she has a tail.
    It’s long and curvy and just as red as her lips.
    She smiles as she sees me noticing her tail and grins as a second one makes it way out from beneath her dress. Then a third. Elia wiggles her three long tails in unison as she walks slowly over to me.
    “And you,” she whispers, her mouth moving toward mine, “must be Aislin.”
    The kiss she gives me is soft and sweet, warm and cool at the same time. I blush as she grips my waist and pulls me into herself. Our bodies collide beneath the Ulexian suns, our words lost as we give in to the passion we’re both feeling.
    I slowly find myself drawn even more into Elia. As our kiss deepens, I begin to wonder how I lived so many years without knowing there were other species, other people, other planets full of life. How did I live so long without knowing the touch of this Ulexian woman? How did I live so long without knowing that the world was so much bigger than Earth?
    Harry clears his throat and Elia breaks away from our kiss, turning to him.
    “Let’s go,” she tells him curtly, suddenly professional. Harry nods, but I think I detect a hint of a smile as the three of us head back to his ship. Our visit to Ulexi is surprisingly short, given the amount of time it took to get here. The only thing I can figure is that Elia must be absolutely essential, absolutely vital to Harry’s goal of opening the Tomb of Ealo with the key we got on Pelaoi.
    We scurry up to the ship in silence, but Elia hasn’t let go of my hand. She gives it a reassuring squeeze as we climb up to the place I’ve learned to think of as “home” over the past few months. Once aboard, Harry goes to chart our course and Elia follows me to my room.
    “Can I stay with you?” She asks.
    I nod.
    “If you want company,” I