A Few Cyborgs More (Cyborgs On Mars Book 3)

by Honey Phillips

  “Normal,” he grunted, then pushed one of Bill’s hands aside, closed his mouth over her nipple, and sucked hard. Oh my God. His caresses last night had been amazing, but this felt like an electric pulse directly from her nipple to her clit. Bill teased the other nipple, the delicate touch contrasting with the hard pull, and a short, hard climax swept over her.

  “I want you,” Jonah raised his head, his lips wet.

  “Yes.” She reached for him, no thought of denial in her mind.

  “Hold her,” he ordered Bill, tugging her around until she was resting against Bill’s chest, his hands cupping her breasts as Jonah spread her legs.

  “So small,” he groaned as he ran a thick finger through her folds.

  For a moment she was afraid that he would withdraw once again, but instead, he knelt in front of her and drew her legs up over his. The position left her completely open to him but didn’t place any pressure on her stomach. He fisted his cock in one big hand, but his massive shaft still looked huge in comparison. He leaned closer and she could no longer see but she could feel as he pressed slowly into her entrance. The stretch made her gasp, but Bill hummed soothingly in her ear even as he thrummed a distracting rhythm on her nipples.

  Jonah’s face was fierce, his body rigid. He almost looked as if he were in pain, but she realized it was from the effort of holding himself in check. He pushed deeper and she balanced on the knife edge of pain and pleasure, her body overwhelmed by the massive intruder and the stretching fullness. Bill pinched lightly at her nipples, sending a shockwave of excitement straight to her pussy. Her channel tried to tighten but there was no room; Jonah filled her completely, and the knowledge sent her rolling into a second climax as her body shuddered helplessly. Jonah groaned as the increased wetness eased his way, as her walls milked his shaft, and he abandoned all restraint, burying himself to the root in a series of demanding thrusts. He gripped her hips as her body convulsed in wave after wave of pleasure and he cried out her name as she felt the heat of his seed filling her.

  He bent over her, his breath coming in harsh pants, his eyes anxious as he examined her face. “Did I hurt you?”

  She managed to raise a limp hand and touch his cheek. “Never,” she said honestly. The slight pinch of his body entering hers, the aching stretch as she opened for him, had only added to her excitement. She had never come so hard for so long.

  “I told you that I wouldn’t only watch.” Bill’s voice was so harsh as to be almost unrecognizable and when she looked at him over her shoulder, his face was taut with strain as he focused on Jonah.

  Jonah nodded. “Daisy’s choice.”

  “Do you want me, Daisy?” Bill asked, his eyes bright with blue fire.

  “Of course I do. I love you, Bill.” She felt Jonah tense and turned back to face him. “And you know I love you, Jonah. I have since the day we met.”

  “Love you too, baby.” His voice was harsh, abrupt, but she had no doubt of his sincerity.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Bill said impatiently. “We all knew that Sarge loved you, but what about me? Do you know I love you?”

  Jonah snorted, but a sudden desire to cry made her smile tremulous as she looked at the handsome young face. “I never doubted that you love me, Bill.”

  His charming grin appeared but she no longer had any fear that a monster lurked behind it. “Good. Because it’s my turn, and I intend to take my time.”

  He was as good as his word, worshiping her mouth, her breasts, then lingering between her legs until she was quivering with excitement.

  Jonah was there for all of it, taking whatever part of her body was left unattended with his greedy mouth and demanding hands. When Bill placed her on her hands and knees, her stomach supported by pillows, Jonah knelt in front of her, his massive cock in front of her face. She sucked on it greedily, desperate for relief as Bill resumed his teasing. The head of his cock slid between her legs until at last he pressed it against her swollen clit—and then it began to vibrate. She cried out around Jonah and heard him groan as Bill finally, finally entered her, still vibrating and setting each sensitive nerve on fire.

  “I can’t… I can’t wait,” Bill gasped, and she felt him explode in long, heated pulses just as Jonah erupted too, his seed sliding down her throat in salty, delicious waves.

  When he finally recovered his breath, Bill reluctantly withdrew from Daisy’s body. Her tight channel clung to him as if refusing to let him leave, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that she was so clearly exhausted, he would’ve been more than happy to take her again. Instead, he collapsed down next to her, smiling at the silky canopy overhead. That had been everything he had imagined and more.

  But what of Jonah? He snuck a look at the other man.

  The Sarge was up on one elbow, a possessive hand around Daisy’s stomach as he gazed down at her, his face softer than Bill had ever seen it. As if he felt Bill’s eyes, he looked up and they stared at each other for a second. Was Jonah going to regret what they had done? Was he going to retreat back into his self-imposed prison? Instead, the other man held his eyes for a long moment, then inclined his head. It was an acknowledgment, a thank you, no less sincere for being silent. He suspected that Jonah would never willingly discuss what had happened, but for the first time, he believed that his friend had found peace.

  Daisy stretched and gave them both a contented smile. “It certainly took long enough, but it was definitely worth waiting for.”

  “What makes you think we’re through?” Jonah grunted, then laughed when her eyes flew wide.

  Bill hadn’t heard the Sarge laugh like that since before that final battle and his chest suddenly ached.

  “I think I need some recovery time,” Daisy said sternly, even though her eyes danced.

  “Expect I could convince you otherwise.” Jonah leaned over and licked a distended red nipple. She gasped and shoved halfheartedly at his head.

  “I expect you could at that.”

  “Nah, baby. I’m teasing. You need to rest.”

  They fell into a contented silence and Bill amused himself by watching the expressions playing across Daisy’s expressive little face. He knew she was going to start asking questions before she opened her mouth.

  “Jonah, were you always in the military?”

  “Yeah. Although I originally wanted to be a doctor,” Jonah said softly, his eyes distant, and Bill had to suppress his shock. But then he realized that it made perfect sense. In spite of his fearsome appearance and commanding presence, at heart, the Sarge had always been a caretaker.

  “Why didn’t you pursue it?” Daisy asked.

  Jonah shrugged. “My folks were poor. No money for college, let alone medical school. Military offered me paramedic training. Seemed like a good alternative.”

  “Mm. That’s nice. Now I have my own personal baby doctor.”

  They both saw Jonah’s body start to tense but Daisy put a soothing hand on his chest. “I have complete confidence in you, Jonah.”

  “Shouldn’t.”

  “Yes, she should.” He reached across Daisy and put his hand next to hers. “No one could ever care more.”

  Jonah sighed, and some of the tension seeped out of his body. Bill, too, breathed a silent sigh of relief. Thank God for Daisy.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jonah relapsed into silence, but Daisy didn’t push him, reassured by the fact that he hadn’t tried to leave.

  “What about you, Bill?” she asked. “What’s your story?”

  “I grew up in one of the big government orphanages,” Bill said, staring up at the ceiling. “I was lucky though. I met my friend Wes when we were still kids. He was only six months older than me but he was always so much bigger, tougher. He acted like my big brother, always watching out for me.”

  “What happened to him?”

  “We knew we were going to join the military. Neither of us had the scores or the patience for college but we wanted to do something important. Like I said, he was six months older and
you know how they are at those places. The minute you turn eighteen, you’re out the door. So he signed up and I was going to join him as soon as I was old enough. He died two weeks before my birthday.”

  Her eyes filled with tears and she squeezed his hand, unable to find the words.

  “I didn’t know that,” Jonah said. “You never mentioned it when you joined the squad.”

  “I know. I didn’t want to talk about it.” Bill rolled over and looked at the other man across her body. “I always knew what I was getting into. If Wes—who was so much bigger and tougher than me—could get killed that quickly, I figured I wouldn’t last long. But I lived. Because of you. I can’t say that every day since then has been a blessing, but when I remember Wes, I’m grateful for all of them.”

  Jonah looked at him, then ducked his head, and Daisy wondered if he had finally begun to accept the fact that Bill didn’t blame him for what happened. Bill nudged her, drawing her attention.

  “Don’t you think it’s time you told us all your dark secrets?”

  He kept his tone light but she could see the questions in his eyes.

  “Maybe so.” She sighed and snuggled closer to Jonah, pulling Bill in behind her. “I wanted to be a teacher. I know it doesn’t sound very exciting, but I always liked showing the younger kids how to do things. It just felt right. I even got a scholarship, but it turned out that it only covered tuition.”

  She shuddered as she remembered how desperate she had been when she realized. “There was an older girl from the orphanage who I kept in touch with after she left. She let me stay with her and got me a job working nights at a… well, I guess you could call it a men’s club.”

  Jonah growled and she felt Bill tense.

  “Not like that,” she hurried to clarify. “I wasn’t a dancer or anything. I just served drinks. And it was a nice place—very high-class. Everyone looked out for me.”

  “But?” Bill prompted.

  “This man came into the club one night. Tall, handsome, and… charming.” He had seemed so perfect, like the hero out of a book. “The other girls were all over him but then he ran into me. Literally. I was carrying a tray of drinks and they spilled all over him.” She had been mortified, but he had been so sweet about it.

  “He came back the next night and the next. Eventually, I agreed to go out with him even though Mr. Tomlinson, the manager, tried to warn me. But he couldn’t give me any real reason and I was so blinded by all the attention that I didn’t listen to him.”

  They were both still, waiting for her to continue, but neither one of them had relaxed.

  “A month later, I moved in with him.” She stared up at the ceiling. “I had never had anyone pay that much attention to me. To want me that much.”

  “He the one you’re running from?” Jonah asked.

  “Yes.” Her hands started to shake but she forced herself to continue. “He was good to me, especially at first. He liked to give me jewelry and dress me up. It took me much too long to realize that he was treating me like a plaything, not a person. Even when I began to suspect he was seeing other women, he still put on a good act and I wasn’t sure—didn’t want to be sure. I finally started noticing things about him that bothered me, like how cruelly he dismissed anyone who wasn’t ‘the right kind.’ How he treated the people who didn’t matter to him. But I was a coward and I kept trying to ignore it. And then…”

  “Tell us, sweetheart,” Bill urged.

  “He decided to go on a camping trip.” The words sent a chill down her spine.

  “Camping?” He frowned at her. “Where? There aren’t any wilderness areas left.”

  “His family was very wealthy and they still owned property, deep in the Rockies. They had the most amazing house and they even had a small patch of uncut forest. The first night was wonderful.” How awed she had been by the hint of what the world must have looked like once upon a time.

  “He brought some friends with him on the trip. I knew something was going on because they were all excited—and they weren’t the type to get excited—laughing, drinking too much. Then he told me they were going hunting and that I needed to stay in the lodge.”

  “There’s nothing left to hunt,” Bill said, but Jonah was oddly still. Did he know where the story was headed?

  “They weren’t hunting animals,” she said quietly, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I didn’t realize until I heard them talking the next morning. They were hunting people.”

  Bill’s mouth dropped open. “People?”

  “He paid someone to round up some of the people who slipped through the cracks—unimportant people, he said—and bring them to his forest.”

  “That bastard!” Bill exclaimed, but Jonah only nodded, his face grim.

  “What did you do?”

  “When I realized, I was sick to my stomach. I told him I wanted to leave and he laughed in my face. We were in the middle of nowhere and I had no idea how to get out of the mountains, but I would have tried. I promise I would have tried if he hadn’t locked me up until it was time to come back.”

  “I know, Daisy.” Jonah pulled her closer. “I know.”

  “I tried to leave again when we got back to the city but he had a guard watching me all the time. He told me that I belonged to him, and he was the one who would decide when he was through with me. I was desperate. Even if I managed to get away from him, I just knew he had enough money and power to find me anywhere on Earth. When I saw the advertisement for the mail order bride program it seemed like a miracle.” She gave them both a misty smile. “Once I made the arrangements with Bill, I bribed the guard with the jewelry Richard had given me and snuck out just in time to sign the papers and catch the ship. The last thing I did before I boarded was send an anonymous tip to the police with all of the information I could remember about the hunt.”

  Bill hugged her. “That’s our girl.”

  “I don’t know if anyone will act on it—he has a lot of friends in very high places—but at least I tried. I sent the same message to the media as well.” She had to force the next words out of her. “But you know what this means, don’t you? He is the father of my child.”

  “No, he’s not,” Jonah growled, putting his hand on her stomach. “This is my child—our child,” he added with a nod at Bill. “You never have to worry about that bastard again.”

  As their bodies surrounded her with warmth, their words surrounded her with comfort and one of the fears that had haunted her since she found out she was pregnant finally drifted away.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  The three of them lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and then Jonah sighed and sat up.

  “Need to check on the drill. It should be almost finished creating that new tunnel.”

  “All right, all right,” Bill grumbled, starting to sit up.

  “Nah. You stay here. Make sure Daisy eats a good breakfast.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Won’t need you until the rubble is cleared.” Jonah bent down and kissed her, a quick, hard kiss. “I’ll be back.”

  A moment later, he was gone.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Do you really think he’s okay with this?” Daisy asked Bill, her eyes fixed on the airlock door as it closed behind Jonah.

  “Yeah, I do. Shocked the hell out of me, I have to admit.” He cleared his throat. “And you, Daisy? Are you sure? Because if you’re going to change your mind, I’d rather know now.”

  His voice sounded so uncertain that she rolled over to study his face. He returned her look, his face defenseless, braced for her to hurt him, and her chest ached.

  “Why do you think I would change my mind?”

  “The Sarge… well, he’s pretty impressive. If you have him, why do you need me?” The last words were almost inaudible.

  “Because you make me happy. You’re sweet and thoughtful and you make me laugh.” His face started to relax. “And it doesn’t hurt that you are very, very good in
bed.”

  He laughed, his usual cheerful self once more.

  “I’m sure I’ll get even better with practice.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled. “But I promised to feed you, so get moving, woman.”

  The playful swat to her bottom made her wiggle happily, and his eyes darkened before he shook his head. “You are far too tempting, sweetheart.”

  He reluctantly pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for his shirt. She admired the broad width of his shoulders, the lean muscles of his back leading down to a tight round bottom. Then she noticed the line on his right hip that separated his cybernetic leg from the rest of his body. Unlike Jonah, whose metallic skin faded almost seamlessly into his flesh, the line on Bill’s hip was both clearly demarcated and reddened. She reached forward and ran a gentle finger along the seam. Heat radiated from the place where his two aspects joined.

  “Why is it so red?”

  The muscles in his back tensed and he scrambled for his shirt, trying to cover the area.

  “You don’t need to hide from me,” she said softly.

  He turned to her—on his unwounded side—and attempted to flash her his usual carefree smile, but she knew him well enough by now to see the shadows in his eyes. She put her hand out and slowly lifted the shirt away. His muscles were like rigid iron, but he let her look. As she leaned closer, she could see the ragged edge where the two parts met, like a scar that hadn’t healed properly. And if he’d had the scar for eleven years, would it ever change?

  She gently rubbed her thumb back and forth along the line, feeling the heat still radiating from his flesh.

  “Does it hurt?”

  He shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

  “That’s not what I asked.”

  He sighed, his face suddenly worn and older looking. “Cyborgs don’t process things exactly the same as humans. I’m always aware of it.” He put his hand down to cover hers. “It’s the heat I notice most.”

  “Why is it hot?”