Adam 483: Man or Machine? (6 page)

The thought disturbed her.

Was she really that shallow? Or did her feelings run deeper? They’d just met, but she felt like he understood her better than any other.

She’d known from the beginning that he wasn’t a robot, just like he’d said. She had simply refused to accept it.

He affected her, clouded her judgment and made her yearn for impossible things. No man had ever caused her such emotional turmoil.

If she were no longer able to do her duty properly as an officer, she should resign her commission and get the hell out of space. Okay, maybe that was a bit drastic, but that’s how confused she felt over this situation.

She vaguely registered him hovering near the shower door. Did her brother know what he was, what he’d sent her? Certainly he must. Her brother would never do anything to endanger her. If he trusted Adam, shouldn’t she?

Adam opened the door and stepped in behind her. He had balls, that’s for sure. She stiffened, but didn’t turn around or say anything. He pressed his chest against her and drew her hips back. His body felt warm and firm against her skin. He caressed her shoulders, her arms, her hips. Her muscles slowly relaxed under his ministrations.

Strange, after all they’d done, she still hadn’t seen him fully naked. He always kept her back to his front. To hide his facial responses? Well, that need was past, now that she knew what he was. Even when she’d jumped out of bed, he was half-covered by the sheet. She turned, needing to finally see him, all of him.

His dark eyes, burning with desire, caught her attention first. True emotion. She averted her gaze, afraid he’d see more emotion in her eyes than she wanted revealed.

Her fingers skimmed his broad shoulders, strong and dependable. She leaned forward and licked a drop of water from his throat. He growled, but didn’t move.

Her hands fluttered across his lightly tanned chest and her nails grazed his flat nipples. He tensed, but still didn’t move to touch her. She admired his control.

Gradually, her gaze slid down his body to his cock. She gulped. Even longer and thicker than she’d imagined. And growing hard right before her eyes. That impressive dark purplish head and long shaft had been deep inside her body. She trembled. She needed him inside her again.

She reached down and fingered the cock and balls she’d yet to explore up close and personal. She pictured using her tongue on them instead of her fingers, and she licked her lips at the image.

“Tyree…” he groaned.

The erotic sound of her name sent a thrill down her spine. She fantasized all sorts of intimate, physical acts with him. He was so damn sexy. Unfortunately, she couldn’t separate the emotional connection that went with the physical. She cared. And he seemed to care about her too, at least a little.

“Follow your heart, Tyree.”

Could he read her mind? No. That was crazy. He was simply observant, keying in on her feelings, and he sensed her indecision. Anyone would have been able to do that, at this point.

If she were smart, she’d lock him inside her quarters, go to the command deck and then turn him in to the nearest security outpost.

When he reached out and his hands cupped her sensitive breasts, her eyes fluttered closed. He caressed the round flesh, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. Each touch from him made her feel less in control. She chewed at her bottom lip.

“Do you want to come again, Tyree?”

Her heart jumped, and she opened her eyes. “Trying to bribe me with sex?”

“Consider it the last request of a condemned man.”

“Man?”

“Yes, Tyree. I am a man. Never doubt that.” His fingers slid down her stomach and one hand cupped her pussy.

The warmth of his palm seeped into her and felt so right.

“Keep me around and I’ll get you off whenever you want, however you want. I’ll do anything, fulfill every fantasy you’ve ever had. I’ll protect you on and off this ship. And I’ll hold you close when you feel lonely or sad.”

That last part got to her. Up until right then, she wouldn’t have had any problems tossing him to the space patrol. Well…okay, that wasn’t true. She only wished it were. Things would be much easier that way.

Was she really willing to commit a crime to keep him with her?

He burrowed his fingers inside her.

A moan of ecstasy tore from her throat.

He slowly circled her clit, teasing her with light strokes. His other hand gently caressed one breast. “So soft.” He leaned forward and licked her ear. “You need to come.”

He was trying his best to please her. Her own personal sex slave. There were worse fates for a man on the run, she supposed. “I could lose my commission if I keep you on this ship and don’t report you. If you’re found out.”

“Your brother gave you that commission. And he knows what I am.”

So, she was right. Her brother did know. “I
earned
my commission. Nobody gave it to me.”

He gently eased her around, so that her back was against his chest and the water rushed over her sensitive breasts. He slid his arms around her middle and rested his hands on her stomach. “Forgive my too-quick words.” He kissed her neck, her ear, her temple. “You’re right, Tyree. I’m sorry.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

She trembled, her body ultrasensitive to his every touch. He actually did sound sorry, and her heart softened. “I’ll need to contact my brother to verify your story.”

She felt him stiffen, and he released her lobe.

“Don’t. Your communications could be monitored.” He nipped at her shoulder and widened her stance by pushing her feet further apart with his. “I’m here to protect you, Tyree. There will be no more lies between us.”

“I don’t trust you.” She said the words but wasn’t sure what she believed at this point.

“You trust me.” He knelt behind her and caressed her ass. “Lean forward a little.”

She leaned into the water, placing her palms on the tile in front of her. The force of the water continued to beat down on her breasts, specifically her nipples, sensitizing them even more. His tongue touched her from behind. She moaned and pushed back against his mouth. “Oh, yes, lick my pussy.”

He flicked her several times. Then he opened her wide, spreading her wet folds with his fingers, and pushed his tongue deep inside her.

* * * * *

“Damn.
I
should be licking that cunt.”

Ridgeway watched the monitor in his quarters. Everyone on the command deck had known something was going on between those two when they’d heard the transmission from her room. He’d made an excuse to leave his station, and had come back to his room to check it out.

He’d arranged an onboard assignment, after drugging the former officer’s drink at a tavern on Jenway, then had secretly set up video surveillance in the security and docking bays to gather sensitive information for his superiors. One video camera, hidden in Tyree’s bath, was placed as an afterthought. The cam had paid off.

“Yeah. Tongue-fuck that uppity bitch.” He opened his pants and his cock sprang out. He pumped his aching dick while he watched the action.

He had watched her do herself in the shower once or twice but this was better. Definitely more stimulating.

When the Devron Council sent him undercover to cause havoc within Ambassador Samou’s regime, he’d decided to start with the man’s sister, Tyree. Psychological blows from loss of family were the most devastating. Once she was neutralized, with the Ambassador mourning and unable to effectively command his troops, Devron would take first advantage. Eventually, they’d shut down Jenway Station and the weapons research plant there that Samou thought was so cleverly disguised as a retreat for soldiers on leave. Then they’d destroy the Ambassador and all who served him. He had no doubts about their victory.

Tyree came hard against Adam’s mouth, and Mick groaned. “Man, I’d love a taste of her cream.” His dick twitched and spurted. “Oh, yeah!”

* * * * *

Adam pulled the covers over Tyree and held her close. He’d given her another orgasm in the shower, wearing her out completely. She fell asleep immediately upon hitting the mattress.

He’d jacked himself off while lying beside her, his hand gently caressing her ass, not wanting to wake her just to service his needs. But he knew he’d need her again before morning. At this pace, he would wear them both out. But that was fine with him. He’d never enjoyed being with a woman so much. He even liked arguing with her.

He still wasn’t sure what was going on in her head. But he knew she needed him. She needed his protection. And he needed a place to safely exist. They could help each other and, if they could enjoy the added perk of hot sex, why not?

He stared at her beautiful features, and his heart softened. Emotionally, he realized he was in trouble. He knew that with a quiet certainty and wasn’t afraid to admit it—to himself, anyhow.

Even after the short time they’d been together, Tyree had touched something deep inside him. But telling
her
that, well, it scared the shit out of him, so he intended to keep his mouth shut, for now.

He eased away from her and sat up on the side of the bunk. He raked his fingers through his hair and pushed to his feet. Tyree would probably sleep until morning. Normally, after sex he’d be out for hours, but he couldn’t settle down. He plodded into the bathroom.

His contact was probably wondering about his status by now. He should check in. He’d hidden a communication device behind the toilet. Having a friend on ship was a major plus. Hopefully, their connection wouldn’t be discovered. If Tyree changed her mind and decided to turn him in, he might need help in escaping.

He felt bad about the deception, especially after promising no more lies, but at least for now, he had to be extra cautious. After he was certain of his safety, he’d reveal everything to Tyree, apologize, and do whatever he needed for her forgiveness.

“What are you doing?”

He spun around. “I thought you were asleep.”

“And I thought you were.” She glanced down his body. “I need to get you a robe.”

He smiled. He enjoyed not hiding his expressions from her anymore. Though he’d still have to play bot with the crew. “Why? Don’t you like what you see?”

“Too much. That’s the problem.”

His hand grazed his cock and it started to grow hard again. “It doesn’t have to be. I’m sure we can take care of this bad boy if we keep trying. Wear him down until he’s no good for at least a week.”

She rubbed her brow and chuckled. “Don’t distract me. I need to know some things, so I can decide what to do. Why weren’t you destroyed?”

“Do we really need to talk about that now?”

“Yes. Now.”

He turned serious, his heart pounding in a dull thud against his ribs. “All right, Tyree. Your brother hid me and then helped me escape before my true identity was discovered.”

“Why?”

“We’re friends.”

“That simple?”

Tyree was definitely a determined woman. He knew he wouldn’t be able to put her off on this, so he gave her the much abbreviated version. “There’s a history. It’s not important.”

When that’s all he said, she huffed out an exasperated breath. “I want to know more than that, Adam. Tell me.”

He supposed she did deserve the truth. Or, at least, as much as he could remember. “Before I was Cyborg, I was in an accident. Your brother felt responsible and repaired me, turned me into a cybertronic, so I could live.”

She waited for more, but again he said nothing else. “And? I need to know details.”

“Details are overrated.” He didn’t like remembering—the pain, the months of uncertainty over what he’d become. Not knowing what to expect from his body and brain.

“Not if your life hinges on them.”

He studied her a moment, worry trickling through him. Then she lightly touched his arm, and a smile tugged at his lips. He saw the decision in her eyes. His heart expanded and soared. “You’re not going to turn me in.”

She blinked as if surprised by his words. “What makes you think not?”

His fingers grazed her cheek. “Because you’re intrigued by me, and I think you care too much about what happens to me. I can see it in your eyes, Tyree.” His cock hardened so much it was painful. He needed relief. “Go wait for me in bed. I need to fuck you again.”

She raised her chin defiantly. “You give too many orders. Did anyone ever tell you that? Submissive is not in my nature. And you changed the subject. We were talking about your accident.”

His smile widened. “Submissive is in your fantasies, my beauty. You know it, and I know it.” He peeled the robe off her body.

“Um…wait a second.”

He slid the tie from the loops, then dropped the garment.

“Okay, what are you doing?”

Stepping behind her, he grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her back. He locked them together in one of his large hands.

“Hey!” She tugged against his hold.

“Quiet.” He draped the tie over his shoulder and slapped her ass with his palm. She immediately stiffened but stayed silent, so he didn’t repeat the punishment. He wasn’t concerned that his actions were out of line. If she really didn’t want this, she’d be fighting like a space-devil.