Adam 483: Man or Machine? (9 page)

“Your cock, Adam.” She raised her ass. “Stick it in,” she pleaded. “Hurry.”

He crawled up on the bed and spread her ass cheeks. He massaged the puckered skin around her hole. “Relax.” He grabbed the clit chain and wrapped it around his wrist, so it would tug while he fucked her.

Positioning himself, he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.

She pushed back against him.

“Slow, Tyree.” With a groan, he eased the head just barely inside her. The erotic sensation and sight made his cock ache.

Tyree clenched her ass and he about lost it. “Damn!” He tugged on the clit chain.

She gasped. “Fill me up!”

He pushed in deeper. She was so fucking tight. He clenched his teeth.

“Oh, yes!” She came fast and kept coming. “Adam!”

“Yeah!” He pumped her ass, teetering on the edge of losing it himself. He knew she’d be good but he hadn’t expected this. Back and forth, the pleasure along his cock intensified. His balls tightened. He wrapped his arm around her waist, stilling his movements, and held her tightly.

“Don’t stop.”

“Just catching my breath. Extending the fuck, baby.” He pushed his dick a little deeper, careful not to go too far or hurt her. “Is that good?” It was damn fantastic for him.

“Yes! Come up my ass, Adam. I want to feel you spurting into me.”

Her words pushed him over the edge. He squeezed one of her ass cheeks, pumped his hips and spewed. “Ahh-hh!”

Tyree came again, thrashing beneath him. She didn’t scream this time, only made little whimpering noises that sounded sexy as hell.

Her ass clenched him tightly, holding his cock inside her, and he groaned her name. Finally drained of cum, he collapsed across her back. She relaxed, and he slipped out of her body. That was, by far, the best fuck of his life.

He rolled off her, unclipped her clit and dragged her into his arms. “Are you all right?”

“Completely satiated.”

“Me, too.”

Chapter Six

Tyree sat on the command deck, filling out reports on an electronic, handheld data pad. She normally did entries in her quarters but, if she stayed in her room, she’d end up in bed with Adam. Or on the floor, or bent over the desk, or any other place he wanted to fuck her.

Making love with him was better than anything she’d ever experienced, but sex was not conducive to work. Even now, concentrating on mundane, operational reports proved difficult when images of him lying naked in bed, waiting for her, played through her mind.

He’d shown her things about ecstasy and her body that she’d never thought possible. Including some acts she suspected
must
be illegal in more than one star sector. A grin crossed her face.

The memory of her submission to all of his sexual demands almost shocked her. But the pleasures she experienced were phenomenal.

Their last encounter, before duty finally called, readily came to mind. He’d found her vibrator in the bathroom and immediately put it to good use. He’d tossed her on the bed, tied her wrists and ankles to the side supports, then teased her clit mercilessly, not allowing her to come until, practically mad from unfulfilled desire, she’d begged him for release.

Once he let her climax, he’d given her orgasms she thought would never stop—first with the vibrator pressed against her clit and three fingers pumping deep inside her pussy, then he’d replaced the vibrator with his talented tongue and licked her through two more massive climaxes. Finally, he substituted his cock for his fingers and used the vibrator on her nipples, all the while saying wild, sexy things to her, encouraging her to come harder and longer with each orgasm.

After she was completely spent, his cock remained hard as steel. If he hadn’t come inside her pussy, up her ass and down her throat multiple times already in their affair, she’d have questioned if his cock was even real. He had exceptional staying power.

Once she’d somewhat recovered from her own orgasm-a-thon, she’d crawled on top of him and ridden him like a wild animal, determined to work his cock hard. He came then, his shout of pleasure so loud she was surprised that crew members hadn’t busted in to investigate.

He’d promised her something extra special tonight, extra-kinky with specially designed toys he planned to fashion himself. She could hardly wait.

What he didn’t know was that she had erotic plans of her own. After she finished with him and his cock, he wouldn’t walk for a week. And he definitely wouldn’t seek pleasure outside her body or bed ever again.

“Captain?” Hanson interrupted from his station.

She looked up. “What?”

“A patrol ship is coming up on us from behind. They’ve opened communications.”

Tyree immediately went on alert. Her heartbeat increased, and her pulse began to race. She set aside the electronic pad and stood, looking toward the monitors. “Confirmed patrol ship?”

“Yes. I have a visual.” He brought it up on his screen for her to see.

The compact ship sported the silver, yellow and orange colors of an official patrol. “Okay.” She turned toward Corporal Pratt. “Put them on speakers.”

“Yes, Captain.”

A moment later, a male voice filtered onto the control deck. “This is Space Patrol Ship 1-1-4. Prepare to be boarded.”

“This is Captain Tyree Samou, salvaging for Jenway’s Ambassador Samou. What is this about?”

“We have reason to believe you’re harboring a male Cyborg on board. As such, we have authority in this sector to board and search your ship.”

Tyree gasped. Adam. No!

“Incoming pod, Captain,” Hanson informed her in a low voice.

“There is no Cyborg on this vessel.” Raising her chin a notch, she fought to keep her voice steady. She didn’t want them suspecting her of deception.

“We will make that determination. We’re coming aboard. Our pod is docking in your bay now. Any resistance will be deemed a criminal act and result in the confiscation of your freighter.”

“Cut communications.” She raked her fingers through her hair, pulling the bun from its neat coil. “Shit!”

“Captain?” Hanson asked with concern in his voice. “Your orders?”

She glanced around the command deck. Each crew member looked at her expectantly. But suspicion knifed through her at what she didn’t see. “Where’s Ridgeway?”

“I…don’t know,” Hanson answered. “He left about fifteen minutes ago, and didn’t say where he was going.”

“Accompany me to the docking bay.”

“Yes, Captain.”

After a short, silent, but tense ride in the lift, Tyree and Hanson arrived at the freighter’s docking bay. They spotted Ridgeway already there, talking to the space patrol team. Tyree was so mad she expected steam to come out of her nose. “Ridgeway, what are you doing up here?”

At the sound of her voice, the group of men standing next to the official hunter green pod turned toward her. The large yellow and burnt orange star painted on the side served as a reminder of just how much trouble awaited her.

“Captain,” Mick greeted. He glanced at her loose hair.

She flipped the long strands behind her back.

“I’m doing my duty and following regulations, Captain. Let me handle this situation. We’ll talk later.”

Had he just issued an order to
her
?
Talk later, my ass
. “Excuse me, Corporal?” If the patrol weren’t here, she’d grab him by the collar and jerk the insubordination right out of the idiot. “What the—”

“Captain.” The patrol leader stepped forward, his face a mask of concentration. “My name is Lieutenant Stanton. My team will search this ship now.” He didn’t wait for her permission but simply moved forward, leading his men.

She rushed to follow. “This is completely unnecessary.”

“Then there will be no problems,” he answered over his shoulder.

She glanced around for Hanson. He’d disappeared. What the hell was going on around here?

She could tell from the smirk on Ridgeway’s face that he was the one who had alerted Space Command. She wondered how long he’d been in contact with them, and if the communication Adam had picked up had anything to do with this.

Damn! She couldn’t even get a message to Adam. To warn him. Not without the patrol knowing. It would look too suspicious if
she
suddenly disappeared.

“He’s probably in her quarters,” Ridgeway offered. “I’ll show you the way. The Captain doesn’t know anything about this. He fooled us all. I just recently found out myself.”

They all crowded into the lift and descended. Tyree elbowed Ridgeway in the ribs when he pressed his groin against her butt in the close confines.

What was Mick up to? And how had he figured out Adam’s identity? No way could Adam fool the space patrol. Their instruments would register his human side and his cybertronics.

Instruments… Wait! Sheera. She’d said she examined Adam. She had to know he was Cyborg. Her medical equipment would have picked up his human tissue.

The lift glided to a stop, the door slid open, and they all piled out.

Where was her brain? Adam had totally screwed up her thinking. She should have connected everything before now.

Her friend had betrayed her and told Ridgeway. There was no other way he could have known. A sick feeling clenched her stomach.

Ridgeway easily opened the door to her quarters and the space patrol team ran in. A tremor ran through her. He knew her entry code. Tyree’s heart beat so hard it hurt.

The patrol searched the bathroom, closet, under the bed, and even looked for hidden panels in the floor and along the walls. The room was empty. So, where was Adam? Hiding places on the ship were practically nonexistent. The odds of him evading the patrol weren’t good.

“Spread out,” the patrol leader said to the other three team members. “Search the entire ship.”

They rushed out, leaving Tyree alone with Ridgeway. The team leader must have believed Mick when he’d told them she had no knowledge of Adam’s Cyborg status, otherwise they would already have placed her in custody. Or maybe Mick was working with them, as an undercover patrol agent, and intended to take her in himself. No, she mentally shook the thought aside. He wasn’t smart enough for an agent, only a lowly informant.

“I expect appropriate payment for protecting that sexy ass of yours, Tyree.”

What? The scum-sucking leech wanted money?

“Come to my quarters tonight after you get off duty. Oh, and don’t wear any panties. You need a
man’s
dick up your hairy cunt. Not some subhuman’s.”

With an enraged shriek, she turned and punched Ridgeway in the jaw, sending him tumbling back into the bar. A glass fell and broke, spilling its liquid on the floor. Tyree wished it were Mick’s blood instead. “I’ll see to it that you never see the light of a real sun again, you fucking bastard!”

“Captain?”

She spun around, her hand throbbing. She ignored the pain.

Hanson stood inside the open door, pistol in hand.

Her pulse raced faster. “Are you on his side or mine?” She fingered the knife on her belt. She would attack anyone who stood in her way. She needed to find Adam, before the patrol team did. She knew this ship better than anyone. She might be able to shuffle him from place to place unseen. If located by the patrol, he’d be killed, no questions asked.

Hanson, looking wary, kept his eyes on her as he strode across the room. He bent down and checked Ridgeway. “He’s out cold. I’m on your side, Captain. Always. I’ll secure him so he can’t cause more trouble. Go to the command deck. When the space patrol can’t find Adam, they’ll go there.”

“You know where he is then. Where?”

“The less you know right now, the better. Keeps you from getting caught in a lie.”

Frustration rolled through her like an electromagnetic space wave. “I don’t like this, Hanson. I want some answers. You disappeared on me in the docking bay. And now you expect me to trust you?”

“You have to trust me.”

“No, I have to—”

“You’re running out of options, Tyree. Don’t blow Adam’s only chance.”

Damn! She didn’t know what would be the right thing to do. Obviously, Hanson knew, too, that Adam was Cyborg. Too many people knew now. But if she went searching for Adam, it might look suspicious to the patrol and seal his fate, as well as hers. She needed to appear unconcerned. Not involved, and not guilty of the accusations. It could be the only chance to save them both.

* * * * *

None of the crew said a word to Tyree when she stepped onto the control deck. They only waited, the tension in the air palpable. She paced in front of the engineering panel, feeling guilty and rethinking her decision about leaving Adam to fend for himself.

Finally, as Hanson predicted, the space patrol leader stepped out of the lift. She turned toward him, making sure she looked composed and in command.

“My apologies, Captain. It seems the tip we received was wrong. My men are preparing to return to our ship. I’d like to speak to Corporal Ridgeway before we leave.”

Relief spread through her. They hadn’t found him. Then a shaft of panic hit. Had Adam somehow escaped the ship undetected in a pod? No, he couldn’t have. Even if he’d managed to block sensors, he’d have been caught on visual. He had to still be on board somewhere.