My Cyborg Savior (Crimson Romance) (8 page)

“I was one, once. We all were. We were freed when a small group managed to break their brainwashing techniques. They started kidnapping us whenever they found us, and deprogrammed us.” His hands shook visibly as he maneuvered the regenerator. “It’s a very unpleasant process. And most importantly, it’s not always effective, so never tell an unknown cyborg anything.”

She laughed but even to her ears it didn’t sounds pleasant. “Well, I don’t expect to meet many more. Unless someone revokes the kill order on them. You really should find a way to escape this place. It’s not safe for you. If you fail my father or he decides you aren’t needed, he’ll hand you over to the government. They’ll kill you for sure.”

“I won’t be as dead as you’d think. We’re an expensive piece of equipment. Even though the government says they’re killing us, they’re actually pretty desperate to have us back. They’ve lost billions. More.”

That didn’t make her worry less. “Then you really should leave. Unless you want to go back to working for them.”

“Lord no. Talk about hell. Of course, you don’t realize it at the time. Its only after you’ve been deprogrammed that you figure out they’ve stolen everything you were. Right down to your soul.”

He placed the medical instrument on the bed. “All done.” He ran his hand up the back of her thigh until it came to the curve of her butt and then back down again. Little goose bumps followed in the wake of his palm. “Good as new. Why don’t you get in the shower and clean up. You’re bloody and dirty.”

“Right.” She pushed herself to sitting and dizziness swamped her. “Wow. I don’t think I’m capable of bathing right now. Maybe later.” She lay back down and he pulled her back up.

“No, no. I need you clean, and I need to get rid of the evidence of this evening’s exciting little adventure, even if I have to shower with you.”

She giggled. “Well, that does sound intriguing. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how very lovely you look shirtless.”

And she certainly had. No one was that ripped. It didn’t happen. At least no one she’d been around. Eight pack of abs and incredibly defined, broad shoulders, which she’d always found gorgeous on a man. Yep, none of the noblemen her father had set her up with were built like that.

He grinned. “Well, that’s always nice to hear from a lady, but the point is to get clean. I need the shower too.”

“Hmm … how about giving me that orgasm we were discussing on the ship?”

Good lord. Why had she said that? She couldn’t have him. Even though he’d saved her life, he was still dangerous. Being gorgeous didn’t change the fact he could cause hull damage to a ship by kicking it. Or that he could probably bend steel. Or that his brain could hack computer systems. Dangerous. Period.

He pulled Jamila to her feet and the world spun. So much for those drugs wearing off. Apparently, they were just getting started.

“This is a bad idea, Galen.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t look.”

She snorted. “Since you’re supposed to help bathe me, explain how that will work.”

“Okay, so I will look, but I’ll be strictly professional about it.” His voice had dropped into a deep, sensual purr that gave her goose bumps, and his hands were roaming over her back. Yeah, he was going to be professional.

“Why don’t I believe that?”

“Because you’re hot, and men jump into your bed at regular intervals.”

She groaned. Clearly he’d heard too many rumors. Okay, she was no blushing virgin, but she got more action in the media than she ever got in real life.

“Half that shit they say about me is a lie. And even if it weren’t, my father has been keeping damned close tabs on me for the last year.”

“So you need to get off. I think I can arrange that.”

“That’s not — ”

“Shh. Chill.”

She sighed. This was a bad plan. If her father ever suspected, he’d turn Galen over so fast his head would spin. Though she got the feeling telling Galen that wouldn’t stop him. He walked her into the bathroom and turned on the water before lifting her onto the counter. He slowly undid the clasps on the flight suit she was wearing all the way to the crotch. He parted the material, baring her breasts.

He sucked in a breath. “You are so tempting. If you weren’t hopped up on painkillers, I would take you right here.”

He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue plundering her mouth in an imitation of what his body would do to hers if only she could let him. He ran his thumb across her hardening nipple and a little thrill shot straight to her clit.

She broke the kiss as she slid off the counter. She grabbed his hips to steady herself before peeling the tight suit off her body.

“Hmm … the view gets lovelier by the second.”

She smiled. “Well, I’d like my view to keep improving too.”

He shook his head before his hands went to the buttons of his pants. He released them slowly, watching her reaction as he revealed the dark thatch of hair at the base of his cock. He pushed the pants slowly over his hips until it sprang free. His dick was long, thick, and partially aroused, swelling quickly under her gaze.

She stepped close enough that her nipples brushed his chest and wrapped her hand around his shaft. He let his breath out slowly as she cupped his balls. “The view gets lovelier by the second.”

He chuckled and raked his teeth gently over her neck. “As much as I’m enjoying this,” he hissed as she gave his cock a leisurely stroke, “the goal really was to shower, and I can’t do this right now. Not while you’re … ”

She squeezed him gently. “While I’m what?”

“Sorry, I lost my train of thought.”

She laughed. “Glad I have some power over you.”

“Oh, I’d give you all the power if you keep doing that.”

“Well, I must say I like the sound of that.” But she doubted it was true — he was too aggressive to give up any power. Her pussy was getting soaked. She wanted him in her. She didn’t give a damn about the consequences right now.

He laughed and grasped her wrist. She let go of his shaft and he pulled her under the water.

“Enough of that. I do believe it’s my turn.”

He pressed her against the wall. “You might want to hold onto that bar.” He pointed to the hand hold to her left before dropping to his knees in front of her. He lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder.

“You smell good. Like you’re very turned on.” He ran his finger around her clit, and down to circle her sex before he dipped his thick finger inside. “Hmm … perfect. Tight and hot and so wet for me.” He pumped his finger in and out of her vagina while he rubbed her bud with his thumb.

She gasped and rocked her hips against his hand as he stared at her.

“You’re gorgeous when you move like that. Someday I’ll have you under me, I swear it.”

God, let that day be today. Now. As she approached the edge of orgasm, he removed his hand. Before she could even whimper in protest, he shoved his mouth against her aching clit; his tongue rasped over her with hunger and urgency. He thrust two of his fingers back into her vagina, hard. Sparks of pure pleasure shot up her spine as her pussy clamped down on his invading fingers and she rocked herself against his tongue.

For several seconds he stayed with his head pressed against her inner thigh, while the water rained down on them. His breathing was fast and harsh. He pulled back and dropped her leg. “Go. You need to go in the other room.”

“But why? Let me touch you. Let me taste you.”

He stood and backed away. “No, go lie down. I shouldn’t have gone this far with you. It was wrong. You’re out of it, and if you touch me now, I’m not sure what I’ll do.”

“Everything I want.” She took a step toward him and he clasped her shoulders.

“Go get in bed. Now.”

She frowned at him, but quickly left the room. Did he really not want to take advantage of her because she was loopy or was it something else? She had enough control to make this decision. He must know that. But he’d made her leave anyway. She glanced over her shoulder. His back was to her, his arms braced on the stall wall. His head was down. Was he ashamed of what they’d done? He didn’t want her. In his mind she was a spoiled princess. Not someone he wanted to be with. But she’d hoped even if he didn’t want her in the long term, he would want her now. Long term wasn’t an option for them.

He stepped back from the wall and grasped his cock in his hand. He stoked it slowly as she watched. Did he sense her eyes on him? His speed built as he tossed his head back, biting his lip. His harsh roar filled the bathroom, echoing off the walls. If she hadn’t seen him, she still would have known what he had done. White ropes of cum shot onto the floor of the shower, and coated his hand before rinsing down the drain.

His eyes opened and his heated gaze locked with hers. She spun around and sprinted for her bed. Even after what he’d done to her, it was still embarrassing to get caught watching him jerk off. She flopped onto her stomach in bed, facing her head away from him.

Would he really rather handle himself than be with her? Did she disgust him that much? He was beautiful when he came. She wanted to see it up close. But apparently he didn’t want her to.

She sensed, more than heard him as he entered the room, his stare like a physical touch. “Surely you’ve watched a man masturbate before. You’re acting very shy about it.”

“No, I haven’t. It’s something well brought up gentleman deny doing.”

He snorted. “I’m sure they do.”

“Galen, why did you — ”

He grabbed her shoulder and flipped her over. “Believe me, Jamila. I want you. Never doubt that. But I can’t have you now, for the reason I’ve said. And others. I’m a slave, and if anyone found out we were sleeping together, you’d be ostracized and I’d be killed. And there are other things. Things that I can’t tell you yet. Someday I intend to have you, but not now.”

She sighed. “Whatever. Let me fix your wound. Sit.”

He dropped obediently at the foot of her bed, and she reached for the regenerator on the bedside table. She flipped it on and put it to his shoulder wound. It was already scabbed over. It seemed days old rather than hours. “Jeez, whatever super vitamin you’re taking, I want some.”

He smiled. “Believe me, it’s more of a curse than anything.”

She could believe it. The government was hunting his kind, and according to him, they’d stolen everything from him.

The regenerator quickly said that healing was complete. She ran her hands over his smooth skin. “That should be it.”

“Actually, you need to get the exit wound in the back.”

He faced away from her and her gaze fell to it. She lifted the regenerator again. “Wow, the original wound must have been bad.”

“Not enough to take me out.”

She rolled her eyes. How macho of him. “Clearly. Well, you’re all set, even if it wasn’t necessary.”

He chuckled. “Thank you, but you should probably stop running your palms over my back.”

She jerked her hands away. “Right.”

He turned around, tangled his hands in her hair, and pulled her into a short, scorching kiss. He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

She pulled away with a grumble. “Why?”

He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his stiffening cock.

She snickered. “Oops.”

He stood, and she let her hand slip down his dick.

“Goodnight, Jamila.”

She leaned back on the bed and ran her hands lightly over her breasts and down her thighs. “You sure you don’t want me to take care of that?”

He closed his eyes as if praying for patience, or restraint. “God yes, but its late. Get some sleep. Your father said you have a suitor tomorrow.”

“Fuck. Yeah. Like I’m going to sleep now.”

Jamila tried to hide her smirk as she watched Galen over the shoulder of this jerk. He was making faces at him, trying to cheer her up. She’d been in a foul mood all morning. Something directly related to the skinny, whining man sitting across from her. He’d arrived early. Six in the morning. That was quite enough to make her hate him, when her father had roused her and Galen only three hours after they’d gotten to bed. Galen was a much better sport than her. He’d called her spoiled again, but ruffled her hair as he said it.

“You’re not used to getting up early. I’m used to being roused with a beating. Your father calling me over an intercom, albeit a loud one, is a much better wake up call, trust me.”

But he’d quickly lost his patience as well when they’d gone to breakfast to find her father and William Reginald Barry the Third debating the finer points of the upcoming elections. She’d almost fallen asleep at the table, Galen standing silently at her back.

Now they’d been left alone with the horrible William. She restrained another sigh. She’d spent her morning sighing, and Mr. Pompous Ass still wouldn’t shut his trap. He’d also insulted her several times, saying basically that women weren’t equal to men or as smart as them.

When she’d expressed her opinion on keeping the genetically engineered locked away in Haven districts, his response had been, “You have no sense, dear. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve met these people. They’re dangerous.”

Only Galen’s hand on her shoulder had stopped her from popping him in the mouth. Just when she’d seriously considered jumping off the SkyTemple from the balcony in the breakfast nook, Galen had changed positions, and started entertaining her.

“What do you find so funny now, Miss Clearborne?”

She coughed and straightened in her seat. “Oh, nothing. I was only smiling at you. You’re very witty and charming.”

She could almost gag on the lie as she forced it out. Billy-boy beamed at her, revealing rows of solid gold teeth, something popular among the gentry, and she tried not to flinch.

“I’m pleased you find me charming, my dear.” He grabbed her hand in his clammy palm and kissed her knuckles, leaving imprints of blue lip tar on her. She didn’t jerk it back, but oh how she wanted to. She’d never understand the latest trend in blue lipstick. Particularly the shade he was wearing. It was like a dead blue grey. Like he’d died of hypothermia. If only.

She glanced at Galen, only to find he wasn’t staring at her anymore. His gaze was fixed on the news feed screen mounted above the far end of the table. His jaw clenched and his grip tightened on his wrist, causing the muscles in his arms to stand out. What had him so riled up? His gaze shot to hers, and he jerked his head toward the screen. She nodded slightly and turned her full attention to it.