"Now, Tuumie, now!"
His rhythm increased. Her body convulsed while she gripped his shoulder with her free hand. He felt her hips gyrating, fucking his finger. Inside of the demure doctor was a hot sexbot waiting to be released.
With her body shaking and her fingernails embedded into his shoulder through his T-shirt, she let out a scream just as he pushed his finger deep inside of her and held it there. He waited for her to hit her peak and ease down a bit before he pulled his finger out of her slowly, then gave her one last kiss before the doors crashed open.
Still hidden in the dark, Cain managed to move away from Tuumlar and stand with his hands in the air as soon as the flashlights found him.
"What the fuck happened in here?" Cotton scanned the area. "Is that glass I'm stepping on? Where the hell is your blindfold?"
Cain heard the crunch under the troops' booted feet. He smiled.
"You think this is funny?" Cotton got right in Cain's face. "Another second longer and we would have called this a hostage situation."
"I'm fine," Tuumlar said, nearly out of breath. "No harm done. Just a freak accident with my recorder and the lights."
"Did this jerk damage your—"
"I'm fine," she said again. "Just fine."
"What about your interview with A-B-E-L? We're preparing him now."
"Leave him be in his living quarters and take Cain, um, C-A-I-N back to his."
"How's that headache, Doc? Doing any better with that?" Cain stared at her as she headed to the door.
Sonjie wouldn't even look at him. Without further explanation, Tuumlar ran from the room. Her scent that lingered in the air wasn't enough for him. Cain sucked his middle finger and finally got a taste of her, and she was good. Good and tasty. A salty flavor met his tongue as soon as his finger hit it, but it was quickly followed by a subtle sweet taste.
"Good thing Dr. Tuumlar has a soft heart otherwise you would be spending some time in The Hole tonight." Cotton, with the aid of three other men, cuffed him again.
"Yeah, good thing."
The group pushed him out of the room and led him back to his quarters. When they got to his door, they pushed him inside and locked him in.
Sitting on his bed, he scanned his living quarters. Now that he had a taste of heaven, his room felt empty. He fished through his pocket and pulled out the panties he'd ripped from Tuumlar's body.
Yeah, it was a very good thing that she'd liked him. Now if he could get her to make an unplanned visit to his room, he would be even happier.
Chapter Three
Sonjie showered for the third time, using up a month's worth of her water rations just to get the smell of Cain from her body. No matter how hard she scrubbed, his scent, a mixture of sweat, red clay, and processed oxygen, stayed in her nostrils.
Hours later, she still felt his powerful grip holding her leg. As her hands coasted down her slick body, she stopped the trek at her vagina, throbbing an hour after he'd given her sublime pleasure from one digit.
How could she have let him do that? She should have fought him off, told him no, screamed louder for help. Instead her instincts had taken over and her body told a different story than her conscience.
What she couldn't say verbally, Sonjie felt in her heart, in her soul, in her gut: she wanted Cain, desired him as soon as she caught his pompous swagger stomping across the laboratory room floor when she'd first come back to Mars.
Unnamed, both he and A-B-E-L, Sonjie decided then to give the two men monikers that would have meaning. She knew they weren't brothers. But they looked so much alike and they looked out for one another, too. C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L seemed to fit, just like with Eve's name since she was the very first of her kind.
Slipping one hand between her thighs, Sonjie brushed against her swollen and smooth labia, desperate for more attention.
C-A-I-N had noticed her shaved mound. A smile peeked through as her fingertips danced over her sensitive flesh.
Bringing one hand up, she cupped her breast, one area he missed in the brief moment he'd grabbed her, and given her the hottest two minutes she'd ever experienced. The danger of it all, first with what she was doing with her patient, then hearing the guards trying to break into the room to get at him, rippled a tingle over her skin.
Even when she had been with Lars, she'd never done anything sexually risky like that…aside from having sex in front of a catatonic E-V-E. When the man suggested bringing E-V-E into their lovemaking sessions, Sonjie had to draw the line.
Sonjie cut off the water.
"Thinking about him is wrong. These thoughts are wrong. I should know better. What's wrong with me?" she said to herself.
Nonetheless she couldn't stop thinking about C-A-I-N. And A-B-E-L took up just as much of her thoughts as C-A-I-N. It didn't help that she'd gotten to know the men during intense interview sessions.
Secrets were revealed. Fears, if any, were shared. And on a couple of occasions, they had managed to make her laugh, something Lars could never do.
Scrubbing her skin as though that was the start of her punishment, she dried herself off. Stomping her foot on the heated dryer button on the floor, she stood under the bubbled dome to dry her hair.
She had no other alternative but to remove herself as the primary scientist on their case. She could ask Dr. Zerlandt and hoped the cretin didn't ask for anything in return, as usual. But not before telling him what she suspected about C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L.
Only way to know for sure would be through testing. If she could perform the right tests in the week's time she had, then she would know for sure. She had so little time. If the suspected malfunction did exist she would have to work fast to correct them before shuttling them off to Earth to fight a war.
Wrapping a towel around her body, she sauntered into her one-room living quarters. Her feet smacked against the white cold tile floor.
"News," she bellowed.
A 3-D hologram of the local news appeared in the center of the room. She only had it on for noise nowadays, something to combat the loneliness of her spacious room.
Sonjie passed her bed and headed to her waist-high dresser. When she opened her top drawer, a twisted yet bland bunch of panties, bras and T-shirts popped out of the drawer and nearly spilled to the floor.
For as organized as she was in her normal life, dotting every I and crossing every T, it always amazed her how cluttered she kept the items in her bureau.
"One day," she mumbled.
The veiled promise to clean the drawers would be forgotten as soon as she got dressed. Sonjie knew her limitations. Menial tasks like this wouldn't rate high on her chart of things to do.
Her hand hit the bottom of the drawer where she felt something unusual yet familiar. Grabbing the object, she pulled it out to view it.
A small bottle half full of clear personal lubricant. She'd bought it years ago when she was still with Lars. The passion for him died long before she'd left him to come to Mars.
"Son-of-a-bitch." She reared her hand back to toss the bottle of translucent gel into a trash receptacle but stopped.
Suddenly remembering a second item she kept for an emergency, she dove through the drawer, looking for that seven-inch flesh-like toy that had gotten her through many a long night.
"Come on. Where did I put it?"
Her breathing increased so much that she had to open her mouth to accommodate more air into her lungs. She couldn't tell if the beating in her head came from her drumming heart or if she was experiencing the onset of another headache.
"Not now," she mumbled.
Halting her search for a moment, she grabbed her prescription stick and endured the quick sting to ensure a good night. Once administered, she put the stick back on top of the bureau and continued her search.
After exploring the top three drawers and coming up empty, she dove into the last drawer. As she slid it open, the locked door to her living quarters whooshed open. Her body went cold immediately as though she'd taken three ice cold
showers instead of hot ones.
Bringing herself upright and securing the towel around her body, she reached for her laser gun she kept by her bed. No one could access her room without the code. And she didn't hear an alarm so there wasn't a safety issue in the building.
By the time she turned around, holding the gun in front of her, she saw who the intruder was and lowered it.
"I know you weren't looking for your gun," A-B-E-L said with a smile. "What were you diving for in your drawers? What was it that you needed so badly?"
Ignoring his salacious inquiry, Sonjie said, "You know I almost shot you?"
"But you didn't." He took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor.
The sight of his bare chest made her lick her lips in an automatic response. She cleared her throat as a way to cover her obvious delight in seeing his body.
"You can't be here. You need to leave now." She pointed to the door but he kept coming toward her. "Get out!"
He stood directly in front of her with his bare chest against her gun, as though daring her to shoot.
"You missed our interview session," he said as he removed his boots. "I had so much to tell you."
"Why aren't you listening to me? I'm telling you to go."
After removing his footwear, he stopped before shedding his pants. "I have heard what you've said verbally." He jutted his head forward to stare at Sonjie more intently. "Your pupils are fully dilated and since I know you don't take recreational drugs, it has to be due to excitement. Your skin is flushed in a rosy, pink color. Temperature in here is normal so you can't be too warm." He unzipped his pants and pulled them down, revealing his erection. Then he took in a deep breath. “You’ve self-lubricated. I can smell it.”
She almost blurted that Cain had said the same thing to her but she stopped herself. Didn’t need A-B-E-L asking questions about that session.
She hoped for as close as the two were that Cain hadn’t revealed what had happened just a couple of hours ago. From watching the two over the past couple of years, the competition she viewed between them became apparent each day they stayed together.
“The physical relationship I had with you was a mistake. I shouldn’t have started it, but it needs to stop. It has to end today,” Sonjie said and tightened her towel around her body.
Completely nude, A-B-E-L put his hands to his hips as he studied Sonjie’s expression, gauging her seriousness.
When he must have deduced she meant every word, he said, “Okay. You’re right, Sonjie.”
Hearing A-B-E-L say her name released a flood from the apex of her thighs, an area that begged her to accept him in her bed just one last time. Her overwhelming need consumed her like a raging fire, unable to be extinguished.
She’d known the very moment she’d crossed the line with A-B-E-L that she’d made a mistake. Unlike with C-A-I-N, she had initiated the relationship. She had, at first, claimed their coupling was in the name of science.
“We’d made a mistake with E-V-E when we trained her, Dr. Urlean and I,” Sonjie had explained to the cyborg with ropy muscles and an intense stare with dark, chocolate eyes. “We showed her how to make love but she never experienced it until it was almost too late.”
Standing alone with her, A-B-E-L’s face remained stoic, still. In a rigid military stance, he crossed his hands in front of his body, his feet were planted shoulder-length apart. Thinking about him now, Sonjie rubbed her legs together remembering how his black pants hugged his powerful thighs and firm backside.
“Will sex make me a better soldier?” he’d asked.
His voice hadn’t sounded flat, not like E-V-E’s voice whenever she had asked about sex before encountering Adam. When A-B-E-L asked, a seductive lilt came at the tail end, which with his deep, rolling voice sounded more like a dare than an inquiry.
“I don’t want the same mistake that almost happened to E-V-E to happen to you…or C-A-I-N,” she’d quickly followed.
“Have you requisitioned a sexbot for me?”
Keeping her back to him, she set her recorder on her desk. “No.” Suddenly feeling too hot, she slid her jacket down her arms and laid it across her desk. “The inanimate touch will not suffice, especially since you’ll be working alongside with both cyborg and human soldiers.”
“No offense, Dr. Tuumlar, but with the advances made in technology, the sexbots are more lifelike than the ones from ten years ago.”
A-B-E-L. He was the logical one of the two. Some days he sounded like a TV ad than someone all-human.
Sonjie took the clip from her hair, freeing it from its bun prison. “None taken, A-B-E-L. And you’re right about the sexbots. They are more lifelike than earlier models.” She turned to him. “But they can’t give you the emotional and physiological responses that you need.”
“Like a real woman?”
“Yes.”
“Like you?”
Sonjie folded her arms. “I’m here. Plus if you’re going to do something harmful, I’d rather you do it to me than to hurt an unsuspecting woman.”
“I would never harm anyone who has not threatened me. It’s against my program.”
“No, not program. Your nature.” She wanted him to get in touch with his human side, especially now that she stood in the room with him and stared at his incredibly taut body.
The green T-shirt he wore accentuated his packed muscles.
By gods, what had she gotten herself into? Sure, when she’d initially thought of the idea after hearing E-V-E’s story after the birth of her son, Sonjie thought about C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L in that same manner.
If Sonjie was able to program E-V-E so that her sexual satisfaction, her love, could countermand Dr. Urlean’s Cerillion army, then what made her think Lars hadn’t done the same?
Sonjie felt like it was her duty and responsibility to find out if Lars had altered their programs. Plus she wanted to get back at the man who had used her and made her feel worthless and cheap, unlovable. Now it was her turn to get back at the man.
“Will you do the same with C-A-I-N?” A-B-E-L cocked his head.
What had she gotten herself into? How could she answer that question?
“I’ll have to see how you react first before proceeding with the second cyborg.”
The mention of them both being cyborgs was meant to bring some sort of reality to the situation. This was a test. She needed to get a reaction. It had all been done in the name of science. Maybe if she repeated those excuses in her head enough she would be convinced of it herself.
“Would you like to do it here?” A-B-E-L had asked.
Scanning her dimly lit but small office space, she answered, “No. We would have more room and privacy in my quarters. Follow me.”
Each step, executed with confidence, actually came about on quaking knees. Not only had staring at his bulging muscles made her nervous but she’d seen him naked on several occasions. She’d seen his impressive penis, long, sleek, with a thick tip.
Just as she slid her room card key through the reader at her door then punched in her code on the pad, a thought hit her: she would be taking his virginity.
When her door swished open, she turned and placed her hand on A-B-E-L’s chest.
“Wait,” she began. The thrumming of his heart pulsed against her palm and increased in speed the longer she touched him. She gazed into his eyes. “I don’t think—“
“You’re afraid of me?” he asked, cutting her off and filling his gaze with wonder mixed with pain.
“Um, no.” Stammering had never been a part of Sonjie’s nature but she felt at a lost for words in this situation.
“You appear worried. Your breathing rate has increased. Your pupils are dilated.” He reached his hand out to her neck, making her flinch. With two fingers pressed firmly against the side of her neck, he proclaimed, “Your pulse is rapid. You should sit, Dr. Tuumlar.”
Before she could protest, he took her hand and pulled her into her own living quarters. Her door shut behind them but it didn’
t stop her stomach from knotting or her hands from sweating.
Why was it that Dr. Urlean had no problem being a perverted sexual predator? Why couldn’t she have sex with someone to get back at what he’d done to her?
Once A-B-E-L had her seated and he stared into her eyes, Sonjie figured out the reason. She cared for A-B-E-L and C-A-I-N too much to use them.
“I’ll get you some water,” A-B-E-L said.
“I’m fine.”
But he was already in her kitchen area, searching the cabinets for glasses and pouring her a glass of the rationed element. When he came back to her, instead of letting her hold the glass herself, he held it and tipped it into her mouth.
His tenderness overwhelmed her. She hadn’t taught A-B-E-L compassion and she knew Dr. Urlean couldn’t have passed on this lesson.
“Better?” He set down the glass.
She nodded.
“I should be naked for this exercise, correct?”
She chuckled at the clinical way he talked about their impending coupling. “A-B-E-L, we don’t have to—“
He pressed his lips against her mouth. Rigid at first, like he was acting out what he’d seen on a movie or maybe what someone else had done in front of him, A-B-E-L’s lips soon became soft, yielding against hers as hers molded against his.
Her hands rested on his arms as he held her waist. Coasting them up his muscled arms, she coiled one hand behind his head, feeling the prickly stubble of his shaved head. The other hand rested on his chest until her nimble fingers found his nipple. Hardened already, she petrified it further with her delicate handling, swirling her fingertips over the nub through his shirt.
A-B-E-L broke from the kiss to stare down at her hand touching his chest. Mirroring her movements, his massive hand cupped her breast through her shirt. He massaged it until he must have felt her stiff nipple brush against his palm. A smile curled at the corner of his delicious mouth.
Experimenting with him, Sonjie moved her hand over to his other nipple. He responded in kind, this time letting his thumb caress her sensitive bud to an aching degree. For a novice, he sure did know how to make her react.
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