Why did she have to turn him away? Why couldn't she open herself up to him? The answer hit her like a rock.
She wasn't completely human. Knowing how Adam felt about robotics, E-V-E should steer clear of him. Despite Adam's earlier compliment of appreciating her as a fighter and as a woman, she couldn't envision herself as more than a machine with tissue.
How could Adam love something half-human? Could Adam want a woman who could bend a rifle in half with her bare hands?
What had started off as a means to take down an intruder had ended up sparking a maelstrom of feelings. E-V-E had to be honest with herself and admit that she'd wanted Adam's touch, craved his body. And when he opted not to embarrass her in front of the High Commander during their briefing, she felt a new emotion. It went beyond admiration and respect.
Her throat became scratchy and she put her hand to her eyes when they stung. What was this emotion that made her feel weak and vulnerable? Was it love?
With a deep plunge of the finger inside her, E-V-E let out a long wail as pleasure intensified through her body. She thanked the gods that the walls to her room were thick and no one could hear her exclamation of ecstasy, especially not Adam.
* * * *
"You should stay in bed," the medic warned Adam when he jumped up as soon as his foot was dressed.
"That's a suggestion, right?" Adam asked.
"It's a strong recommendation."
Adam snorted. He'd made sure to get pumped up with enough accelerator to speed up the healing process of a man three times his size. The idea of being out of action for more than a day made him cringe. And his stomach fisted into a knot when he thought about being away from Eve that long.
Call it his gut instinct or a sixth sense, but he knew she was up to something. Eve was bull-headed and determined about everything she did. The idea that she might leave the planet struck him hard. That notion came out of nowhere. Knowing her, it wasn't just a suggestion. She would leave and go AWOL.
"Would you at least use the crutch?" the medic asked with a pleading tone.
Adam stared at the device. Designed to strap around his injured leg, the robotic crutch would be cumbersome to use.
"I'll manage," he snapped before hopping out of the door.
He didn't need someone who hadn't seen any combat action telling him to take it easy. That was one thing he did respect about Eve. She looked danger and resistance in the eye and never blinked.
Then he thought about when he posed the question on how she felt about him. She blinked then.
He didn't know what it was about her. She was strength and integrity and passion, wrapped up in a riddle he wanted to figure out, wanted to solve.
He'd thought about her ever since he'd been introduced to her three months before, right when the Cerillions invaded their territory. Her milky white skin seemed odd in a planet full of mutts. Everyone had mixed heritages so everyone had a tint to their skin that made them all blend in…except for Eve. She stood out.
With her reddish-brown hair and her alabaster skin, she looked like she would need protecting, like she was too delicate to even look at let alone touch. But he had touched her. If his cock had a say so in the matter, he would be touching her now.
His penis must have had some control over his feet, for he now found himself walking—limping—toward her room. He bore his weight on just his toes as he made his way through the labyrinth-like living quarters.
Although she didn't have to work her way through the ranks because of her specialized training, Eve was considered to be on the same level as him, something that used to grate his nerves. How could someone become an officer without going through each grueling rank of the Federation's Army? In his eyes, she'd gotten over simply because of her chip.
And although he'd given her a hard time at first, watching her in action made him change his mind but quick. She'd proven she could more than handle herself in the field. Her knowledge of weaponry sometimes matched—if not on occasion surpassed—his vast insight. That bothered him.
Chauvinism was ancient and overly macho but he didn't like that she was on the same level as him. His only comforting thought had been that he was stronger than her. With just genetics on his side, he had the strength to keep her protected if needed.
But what could he possibly offer a woman who didn't need anything or anyone?
Love.
Adam now stood outside Eve's room.
"Lieutenant B'Luven requesting entry," he said to the door monitor.
After a minute, a male computerized voice responded, "Entry denied. Occupant non-responsive."
Adam huffed and paced briefly back and forth, then stopped in front of her door again. "Lieutenant Adam B'Luven, of the First Command in the Federation Army, requesting immediate entry into Emergency Violator Equalizer's quarters."
He hoped the computer caught the sternness in his voice. As it was, he hated having to repeat himself. And it would piss him off to no end if he knew Eve was on the other side of the door denying him access.
Another minute ticked by before it answered, "Access denied. Occupant is non-responsive."
"Shit!"
He pounded his fist to the steel door, then continued pacing. He stopped suddenly when he remembered the events of the past few hours. The love making session. Their argument. The talk with the High Commander. What if Eve had left already? What if she wasn't responding because she'd already gone AWOL?
Adam thought of one last way to gain entry. It was the same method he'd used earlier that day. It would be a risky move involving opening the doors to everyone's quarters, filing reports and alerting the main deck of a possible problem, but he had to get into her room and make sure she wasn't making a huge mistake.
"Rank number 789382, Lieutenant Adam B'Luven suspects that the occupant in this room has gone AWOL. Demand that the quarters be open for inspection immediately and that the dome be in lockdown mode."
The computer waited a beat before red siren lights on the ceiling flashed and all of the room doors slid open, including Eve's.
"Request granted. All quarters are subject to inspection. Demand that the person in question be named and that name given to the High Commander."
"Fuck you," Adam muttered.
"That request does not compute."
Adam hopped into Eve's room. On her bed sat an open silver case filled with a few clothes and lots of rations.
"Damn it!" he said between gritted teeth. "Don't fucking do this, Eve."
He heard a noise coming from her bathroom. So she was still there. She was probably making a call to the destination planet she'd plan on heading to when she ran like a coward.
With quiet, careful steps, he headed to the bathroom and stood outside the door. He listened. The noises weren't of her talking to someone. They sounded more like moans, like sounds of passion. The woman couldn't wait until she at least left home base before she found another lover?
Damn, maybe Eve really was a sexbot in disguise. Not even he could swallow that theory. He was the one who had taken her cherry just hours ago.
Sexbots had no virtue or shame. Eve contained all of those values and more including integrity. At least he thought so before this moment when he saw her suitcase on her bed.
Adam balled his hands into fists. Whoever was enjoying Eve would get a taste of teeth when Adam punched them down the sorry bastard's throat.
He barged into the door preparing to confront a guilty Eve and the pitiful asshole. Instead he found her in the shower stall, her leg propped up and her finger inside of her pussy—the pussy he could smell and taste even now.
Just seeing her pleasuring herself woke his cock. It swelled and ached until all he wanted to do was join her in the stall and experience that tightness again.
After a few breathless seconds, Eve turned her head over in a languid manner and finally peered at Adam, who remained frozen in his spot. He knew she would scream. She would have had every right.
Instead she lowered
her foot to the floor and turned to face him, her naked body glistening with water and perhaps sweat. In the full light, her pert nipples held a dark pink hue. He watched her chest heaving up and down as she stared at him.
Adam heard the commotion outside her room. He suddenly remembered he'd called for an AWOL inspection.
"No culprit. False alarm," he said to the computer. "Inspection over."
After a moment, her door closed and locked itself.
"Affirmative. The suspect will have to be named in your report, Lieutenant B'Luven," the computer stated coldly.
Eve stepped out of the stall and moved to stand in front of him. No doubt she'd figured out how he'd gained access to her quarters. Adam thought for sure she would want to bite his head off for calling an AWOL search.
Instead she slid her hand up the back of his head and kissed him so hard he nearly fell over.
Chapter Six
"Whoa!" he managed to say between frantic kisses. "Slow down."
"No." She kissed him harder and backed him out of the bathroom, into the main room. "I need more. Doing it by myself isn't the same."
"I know what you mean." He laughed.
If she knew about all of the masturbation sessions he'd had while thinking of her, she would probably call him a pervert, or worse, an unfit soldier.
"I need to feel you, taste you, experience you." She clawed his clothes off, ripping some in the process. She tossed his shirt to the floor.
"Damn, Eve. Slow down." But he didn't want her to slow down—he just wanted to take control.
She lowered herself to her knees. With frantic hands, she unfastened his pants and yanked them down, hitting his injured foot.
He flinched and stumbled back before gaining composure.
"Sorry," she said as she gazed up at him.
"That's oooo—oh my!"
She had wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and her tongue now licked over the head, rendering him speechless. Then her mouth slid down midway and held him there. The warmth of her lips around his penis shook him to his core until he thought he would come right then.
She eased her mouth back and kissed his tip. As though she'd done it before, she cradled his balls with her other hand. With one leg craned and the other leg now trembling, he stood on shaky ground.
As much as he didn't want to separate from her hot mouth, Adam fell back on her bed, knocking his elbow against her hard traveling case. But he hardly noticed. He didn't think about the pain or about her leaving. It was all about them.
Eve's mouth descended all the way down to the hilt, taking all of him. Although she didn't need any encouragement, Adam put his hand to the back of her head and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.
Her wet hair still felt silky in his hand. He braced his other hand on the bed as she sucked him faster and skillfully massaged his balls until he felt like he would explode.
He undulated his hips to fuck her mouth. She tightened her lips around his cock until the feel and the sight became too much for him.
"Eve, wait!"
He wanted to come inside her. He wasn't sure if he would be able to if he ejaculated in her mouth right now. But damn it, he would sure try.
When she brought her mouth to his bulbous tip, she stroked his cock. He felt the slow burning fire building in his belly until it became a roaring flame that couldn't be contained. As gently as he could he pushed the back of her head down until she took his whole shaft again.
She didn't need much more prompting than that. She let her tongue snake around him until the feeling became unbearable.
"Fuck, babe!"
The cum that had been bubbling in his sac shot in a hot stream into her mouth. He heard her sucking more, extracting all his juices. A normal, healthy man probably would have been spent after that. But he wanted Eve even more.
When she pulled her mouth off of him, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. She didn't need much direction. She straddled his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist.
With her hands on his shoulders to help him, he hoisted her up just enough to slide her down over his still-hard cock. His hands cradled her firm backside as she rocked herself on him.
"Can't get enough," she grunted in between grinds. "Want more. Want you. All the time."
He squeezed her ass. Her strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and held onto him like her life depended on it.
Eve smelled like sex and soap. He kissed her shoulder. She bit his. He smacked her ass cheek. She dug her fingernails into his skin.
Ordinarily to be grabbed like that would have turned him on. But her nails dug deep into his flesh until he thought she would draw blood soon if she hadn't already.
Her arms squeezed him tighter until he found it hard to breathe. But he didn't want to stop. Her tight pussy made him ravenous for her until he didn't think about the stabbing pain in his back, his crushed shoulders or the idea that the Cerillions were gearing up for another attack. All that mattered was this woman.
The feel of her hard nipples against his chest made his toes curl. A mistake. He curled the toes of his injured foot and got a sharp, painful reminder of the shot that crippled him.
Eve squeezed her thighs around him and gyrated her hips up and down his cock. The tightening of her pussy walls alerted him that she was close.
He brought one hand up to the back of her head as he wrapped his other arm around her. Her hungry mouth kissed his neck, his cheek, his eyes and nose. She kissed his lips. And when he slid his tongue inside of her mouth, she sucked it like she had with his cock.
Adam had never been with a woman this passionate before. He wanted more of her. He had to have her—in his life, in his bed, by his side. Where had she been all of his life?
When he felt her contracting around his shaft, he dipped his finger down between the crack of her ass. The tip of his middle finger played with her puckered asshole until she let out a gravelly moan that didn't sound human.
Her body stiffened on her last gyration. For a moment they remained still. Neither one breathed until Adam felt the surge of his own orgasm, and lifted her up and down his cock, his release matching her powerful climax.
Huffing like a wild dog, she finally relaxed her hands and legs. Adam stroked her hair as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"Again," she said between breaths.
Adam laughed. "I need a little more time than that, babe."
"But I don't have time."
He sat up and glared at her. "What the hell does that mean?"
She glanced at her opened suitcase but quickly returned her gaze to him. "Nothing."
"You're not still planning on going AWOL, are you?"
She turned away. "Not for the reason you think."
"You think you're the reason Cerillions attack us? You're not. They attack because they want power. That's all. We stopped their one robot. We can do it again."
She shook her head. "No. We got lucky. You got in a good shot. The sex had nothing to do with it."
"Bullshit! It's all related. I can feel it. We just need Dr. Tuumlar here to—"
"We can't get her."
Adam scrunched his eyebrows. "And why is that?"
"Because she's been taken to a hidden sector on Mars to create more soldiers like me. After what she went through with Urlean, she didn't want to be found. She said there was a way to contact her if I need her but she never told me how."
"Okay, so, we can't get her. Big deal. I'm not letting you go. I can't."
"The sex is good."
"It's fucking fantastic!"
She tried getting off of his lap but he didn't want to release her. The cool air running through the room chilled her damp body down until she quivered.
"That's another reason I need to leave." She shook her head.
"Just earlier today you questioned me about a young soldier who did what he thought was right for the sake of himself, his career and his family. Now you're wanting to do almost the same thing."
"Yes, you are. You're making a decision that I don't agree with but you feel is the best thing to do for your life, career and, well, our situation."
"We can't have a situation."
"Why is that?"
"Don't you see? I've become nothing more than a sexbot now!"
Adam wanted to laugh until he saw the expression on Eve's face. It reminded him so much of the desperate expression on Goren's face.
Just like with Goren, Eve probably felt like there was no hope for her, that she couldn't be fixed, that no amount of accelerator would erase her need, a need that Adam released.
"That's ridiculous. You're the same fighter you were before."
"No, I'm not. You caught me in the shower doing something I have never done to myself before. I can't stop touching my body. I want sex all of the time. I'm useless now. That's why I was packing. I'm going to S&G because I can't be any good to the Federation, not the way I am." She chuckled derisively. "Dr. Urlean. Always had to have the last word. Dr. Tuumlar figured out a way to disable Urlean's robots. Dr. Urlean figured out a way to disable me. I want sex all of the time now. It's like you flipped a switch inside of me."
"It can't be that simple, that basic." Had Adam known she would have had a reaction like this, he would have never pushed her into sex.
"Yes, it can be."
He framed her face in his hands. "Baby, don't you have a need to fight? Isn't that soldier still inside of you?"
She grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands down from her face. "Not enough."
"I don't believe that. Once a soldier, always a soldier. You have to believe that."
"It's so hard now. I don't know who or what I am anymore."
"You're still the best fighter this Federation has ever seen. Well, the best under me."
That statement finally got her to smile.
"Now tell me something. I don't know much about the sexbots but I have a feeling about their function. You say that you've become a sexbot yourself, right?"
Eve nodded.
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