Falling for Sky (Cyborg Seduction Book 11) Read online

  “They exist. Are you aware of what they are?”

  “My supervisor said they were androids that could pass for human but were malfunctioning. I was told their first protocol rule got deleted. That’s when I was ordered to always carry a weapon on my person. Before that, I didn’t. It’s not like there’s anything alive on Velion One.”

  “First protocol rule?”

  “The one that states they can’t harm any living being.”

  “That would be an understatement of epic proportions. They are self-aware and believe anything other than Markus Models need to be destroyed. Earthers. Pirates. Cyborgs. Aliens. They deem all life a threat to their existence.”

  “It’s just a few of them, right? That’s what my supervisor said. He said they’d stolen two ships and were attacking outposts. He assured me they weren’t in my vicinity but to ignore any incoming hails from anyone but him, just in case they were looking for a target to attack next.”

  “There are more than a few, and they stole four ships. They still have access to three. We took one from them.” Then he grinned. “You disobeyed orders by answering my hail.”

  “I knew you before I got that alert. And I trust you.”

  Her words warmed him on the inside. “I’m glad.”

  “You saved my ass.” She grinned. “Thanks for that. I can’t say it enough. I wouldn’t be here right now if you hadn’t disobeyed orders, too. We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”

  “We are.” He wanted Mick so badly. The urge to kiss her became stronger every minute. He silently studied her lips. They looked soft, and he wanted to find out firsthand if they would be.

  “Sky?” She leaned in closer.

  “Yes?”

  “Do it.”

  He hesitated.

  “You want to kiss me, right? You keep glancing at my lips. Do it,” she urged. “Please.”

  Chapter Six

  Mick leaned closer and closed her eyes as her lips brushed against his. Sky reached up and gently cupped the back of her head. Their breath mingled…and then he groaned, pressing their mouths firmly together. She opened up when his tongue touched her lower lip. He explored her mouth as she clutched at him.

  Sky could kiss.

  He pulled away too soon, and she opened her eyes, gazing into this. “We need to take this slow. I don’t want to rush you.”

  “That’s sweet. But it’s been just over four years since I’ve had sex, Sky.” She decided to be blunt. “I really want you.”

  “I want you, too, but I don’t want to make a mistake.”

  She wasn’t sure how to take that. Her confusion must have shown on her face, because he dug his fingers into her hair, caressing her scalp.

  “I want you to really enjoy us being together.”

  He was a good guy. Most men would have already thrown her onto her back and torn her clothes off. “We’ll go slow then, but I want to have sex with you now.”

  Sky peered at her instead, inches away, and he smiled. “We will. But I want to be honest with you.”

  “Uh-oh. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. It’s just that cyborg women are different than you are. Remember those implants I told you about?”

  “Yes.”

  “They can order their bodies to become aroused.” He leaned back a little and glanced at her lap before meeting her gaze again. “You don’t have implants. You need to be manually stimulated, and I’m worried that I’ve become rusty with my techniques. You said that was a concern of yours. I share it.”

  She could totally understand that. “Let’s get naked. We’ll figure it out.”

  He chuckled. “You are perfect for me.” He slid off the bed and stood. “I’m also a little worried I might frighten you when I undress.”

  “Why?”

  He reached for his shirt and removed it, dropping it on the floor. She openly admired his chest. He was sculpted and beautiful. The color of his skin fascinated her, too. The urge to run her fingers over him rose, and she climbed off the bed, stepping close. Sky held still as she raised her hands and pressed them against his abs. He sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Your hands are very soft.”

  “I don’t see anything to be afraid of yet.” She loved touching him already, sliding her palms up his smooth skin and over his dusky nipples. They instantly beaded. She glanced up at his face, identifying lust when she studied him. “You’re perfect.”

  “It’s my dick I’m worried about.”

  His blunt confession had her looking down. The outline of it was clear, since he was obviously hard. Her mouth parted. “Wow.”

  “Scientists engineered us, Mick. Someone must have believed size mattered down there, as well. I don’t have to enter you if you’re concerned it will hurt.”

  She lowered one hand, only hesitating for a second. Then she gently rubbed the bulge of his cock through the material. He was hard and thick. He groaned, and she liked that she could get that reaction from him. Mick ran her fingers along the length…then reached for the waistband of his pants.

  “I’m willing to risk it. Let’s get these off you.”

  He stepped back. “I’ll do it. Remove the shirt.”

  She stripped out of the shirt then looked up at his face, partially worried. He was really fit, and she wasn’t. Would he be disappointed? She didn’t try to hide from him, though, as he seemed to study every inch of her body. He finally met her gaze—and the look he gave her filled Mick with relief. He was still turned-on.

  “I want you so much,” he rasped.

  She turned and lay down on his bed, stretching out on her back. “I want you, too.”

  He shoved down his pants by bending at the waist, forgetting to remove his boots first. She rolled onto her side, trying to hide her smile while he stumbled around, trying to tear them off.

  Her amusement died when he straightened—and she got her first look at Sky totally naked.

  “Oh wow.”

  “Is that a good wow or a bad one?”

  Her gaze traveled from his handsome face to his chest, then lower to his straining cock, and finally to his muscular thighs. “You could make a fortune if you allowed someone to vid you.”

  “In what way?”

  “You know, those vids for women.” She licked her lips and her heart rate increased. He wasn’t going to have to work hard to get her aroused, since she was already wet just looking at him. He really was perfect and beautiful. “The ones they make of really hot guys that single women play on lonely nights to see men strip. I own a few, and you blow those guys away.”

  Sky approached the bed. “You watch vids of naked men?”

  She nodded. “Should I not admit that? I knew I was going to be stuck alone for ten years.”

  “What do they do in those vids? I haven’t seen them.” He lowered to his knees by the side of the bed, his gaze locked on her breasts. “Tell me.”

  “They usually strip out of their clothes and then masturbate. I don’t want you to do that, though. I want to be the one doing the touching.”

  He met her gaze. “I’m already highly aroused. I’ll come if you do. I’m excited just by looking at you. I want to touch you instead.”

  She rolled onto her back. “Come here then.”

  He didn’t need any more urging. She scooted over to make room for him as he lay on his side next to her. He ran his palm lightly over her breast. It felt good, and she wanted more…and harder.

  “You don’t have to be that gentle.”

  “You’re smaller than a cyborg or a sex bot. I’m afraid I’ll accidentally hurt you.”

  “I’m a miner.” She grinned. “I’m tough, Sky.”

  He pressed his hand to her ribs and trailed it lower, stopping at her pelvic bone. She spread her legs and lifted the one farthest from him. He explored farther, his fingers tracing the slit of her pussy.

  “You’re wet.” His voice deepened. “I want to be a miner right now. I’d like to drill right here,” he growled, his finger lo
cating the entrance to her pussy. Then he froze, tearing his gaze away from his hand as his cheeks darkened. “I apologize. That was crude.”

  Mick laughed. He blushed! It was refreshing to see that ability in a man, and delightful. It also removed any last doubts she had about Sky being anything like a robot. He was a person. That very human response proved it. “Sex should be a bit dirty, don’t you think?”

  His expression softened. “Do you feel any fear of me, Mick? Be honest.”

  “I trust you.”

  “You can. I take it that you don’t mind dirty talk?”

  She shook her head, staring into his eyes. “Bring it.”

  He grinned. “I know what that means—and I love a challenge.” He shifted his weight to turn more toward her. He braced his arms on each side of her and lifted his upper body while sliding down the bed. “Spread those thighs wide for me, sexy. I’m dying to lick your pussy.”

  Nope, not robotic at all. As he maneuvered farther down her body, she adjusted her legs until they were spread apart. He slid off the end of the bed, shoved his hands under her ass, and yanked her closer to the bottom of the mattress.

  Sky paused, looking up at her. “No fear, Mick. Let me hear you to tell me if I’m doing this right.”

  Her heart pounded as he released her ass with a squeeze and spread his hands over her inner thighs, holding them open. He dipped his head and lowered his gaze to stare at her exposed pussy.

  He didn’t give any warning before he opened his mouth and went for it.

  She jerked at the sudden feel of his hot tongue. His hold on her tightened, and he applied some of his weight to make certain she couldn’t jerk away, not that she wanted to.

  He zoned right in on her clit.

  Pleasure poured through her as he tormented her by teasing with the tip of his tongue. She moaned, reaching down for his head, but grabbing her bent knees instead. He grew more aggressive when he flattened his tongue and rapidly rubbed against that bundle of very sensitive nerves. He was merciless as he applied more and more pressure. Mick arched her back, crying out. It was intense, the feeling incredible.

  One of his hands left her thigh and slid lower.

  “Yes,” she urged. “Don’t stop.” She was going to come fast and hard. It had been way too long since a man had touched her.

  The feel of one of his digits slowly breaching her pussy had every muscle in her body clenching. She was pretty sure he was using his thumb. He moved it in and out, emulating what it might feel like when he was fucking her. The combination of him finger fucking her and stimulating her clit at the same time was the last straw.

  Mick threw back her head and yelled his name when she went over the edge. It was wicked and wonderful, the climax so powerful it felt as if she might die from the intensity. She was barely aware of him pulling his mouth away from her clit and withdrawing his thumb from her pussy as she fought to remember how to breathe.

  She opened her eyes and looked down. Her nipples were taut, and the look on Sky’s face was sexy as hell—dark and possessive. He rose up to his knees and slipped an arm under her waist, tugging her ass to the very edge of the bed.

  He broke eye contact and reached between them. She lifted her head slightly, watching as he gripped the thick shaft of his cock, aligning it with her pussy. He rubbed the crown against her slit, teasing her clit, before sliding the head lower and lower. His gaze lifted and he locked his stare with her own.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Mick.” His voice came out deeper than normal.

  She was really wet from coming, and it didn’t hurt as he entered her. He was big but gentle. He paused when he was a few inches in, gripping her left ankle, lifting it to his shoulder. It left her wide open to him. The arm still around her waist kept her in place when he surged forward, taking her completely.

  Mick moaned. Her gaze flickered down his body. He didn’t just feel amazing, but he looked it, too. He withdrew a little, and she watched his stomach clench, revealing all those sexy ab muscles.

  He surged forward, entering her deeper.

  Mick moaned louder.

  Sky stilled. “Am I hurting you at all? You’re so tight.”

  She shook her head. “You feel amazing.”

  “Fast or slow? Which do you prefer?”

  She licked her lips. “Fast.”

  He released her ankle and flattened his hand on her lower belly, pressing his thumb against her clit. She jerked, still a little oversensitive there, but then Sky started to fuck her in earnest. He drove his cock in and out, hard, fast. His thumb rode her clit as he hammered his hips against the cradle of her thighs.

  Mick threw her head back and closed her eyes. She clawed at anything her fingers could grab. Nobody had ever taken her so roughly before, and she couldn’t even think. Pleasure and slight pain blurred. She managed to wrap one of her legs around his thigh when the urge to slam her knees together overwhelmed her, the pleasure too intense, too raw to handle, but Sky was strong, and he didn’t slow when she squeezed her knee against his hip. He kept hammering in and out of her body, his thumb firmly against her clit.

  She cried out when the second climax tore through her, pretty sure she wouldn’t survive. Her heart seemed to explode in her chest and a red haze stole her vision.

  Sky suddenly came down on top of her, pinning her upper body to the bed as he buried his face against her throat and groaned loudly, mouth pressed to her skin.

  His hips slowed, then stopped, and he shifted his weight to unpin his hand between them. They were both breathing heavily, and she felt fused to Sky. He was still inside her, and his cock remained hard, but she knew he had come, too. She could feel his dick throbbing, as if it had a heartbeat. That might have been her inner vaginal muscles trembling though, she reasoned.

  He lifted a little and raised his head. Mick forced her eyes to open and she stared into his.

  “Marry me,” he rasped.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, still panting. “You don’t mean that.”

  “I do.”

  “Your mind is fried if you’re feeling the way I am right now. Is it just me or was that the best sex ever?”

  He flashed a grin. “It was the best. We’ve ruined each other for anyone else. Face it, Mick. You’ve got to marry me.”

  She laughed. “Is that so?”

  His expression sobered. “Yes. You must save me from loneliness and agree to spend every night in my bed. Just think of what we can do together when we aren’t so rusty. I don’t plan on letting you go. Ever. So we should just make it official.”

  Her humor faded. “You’re serious.”

  “I am. We know each other, Mick. I don’t want to drop you off on Garden, only to rarely see you. I’d have to kill someone if they tried to pursue you. Any single cyborg is going to want to share his life with you.” He winked. “Save me from a life in prison for committing murder by taking out my competition and just say yes.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “No. Well, maybe about that last part.” His expression turned somber. “I mean everything else. I’d love to marry you.”

  She adjusted her legs, wrapping them more firmly around his waist. “Well…you saved me. It’s only fair if I save you back.” She grinned. It was scary, the idea of jumping into a serious relationship, maybe even stupid…though, she was falling for Sky already. She’d been feeling things for him for a long time, if she were honest. Every time his voice reached out to her from space, he’d become more and more important to her. The fact that he was a cyborg wasn’t an issue. He had proven he had emotions enough to rival any human. “But we have time to get to know each other better before we jump into marriage, right?”

  “Life can be very short, Mick. You know that as well as I do. Things can change in an instant. I want to marry you and enjoy every moment we have together.”

  It sank in that he was being completely serious.

  She opened her mouth to respond, but Sky brushed a kiss across her
lips, peering into her eyes.

  “We’re very good together. Take another chance with me. This will be an adventure we can share together. You’ve already left everything you knew behind. Become my wife, Mickayla.”

  He was incredibly tempting. Too much so. After that sex, she wanted to agree to anything he wanted. “You don’t play fair, do you?”

  “Never when I want something as much as I do you.”

  His eyes were so beautiful, and nobody had ever looked at her the way he did. It was as if she meant the world to him.

  It helped her take the plunge. “This is insane…but, yes.”

  He kissed her tenderly, brushing his lips against hers again before pulling away. “You won’t regret it.”

  “I just hope you don’t.”

  He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her cheek. “Never. I’m very glad you’re here, Mick. It’s not every day when your good friend turns out to be the woman of your dreams. That was the best surprise ever.”

  Tears filled her eyes but she blinked them back. “And I’m so glad you’re not bald and old,” she replied, using humor instead of admitting that he was melting her heart.

  He laughed. “I am old, but I look good for my age.”

  “How old are you?”

  “We’ll discuss that later. I don’t want to ruin this moment if you freak out.”

  She studied his face. “You don’t look much older than I am. I’m thirty.”

  “I was created on Earth before cyborgs escaped.”

  That was well before her time. She couldn’t remember specifics, but was certain it had happened decades before she’d been born. She unwound her arms and touched his face, inspecting it.

  “What are you doing, Mick?”

  “You said the scientists engineered you with gray hair to make you fit in with them. I know a little something about clones. They usually grow them to a certain age, then they don’t age further once they’re removed from their growth tanks. What about cyborgs? Were you a child when they got you out of one of those growing tanks?”

  “No. I was an adult.”