Man-Droid the Orgasmatron (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

He was positively standing on the doorbell now, and Beth yanked the door open without looking through the spy hole. She reared back in horror. Elliot stood smiling down at her. Only it wasn’t Elliot, was it? It was the Orgasmatron Brian was delivering. Sure enough, she spotted Brian behind him.

Replacement Elliot lifted his hand to cup her chin, and she reared back in horror.

“How could you, Brian. I told you I want no part of this.” She glared at a worried looking Brian and crossed her arms to stop herself from reaching out to touch the machine in front of him. He looked so much like
her
Elliot it hurt to look at him. But it wasn’t him. Elliot had sacrificed himself to protect Beth, for the knowledge that a sentient Man-Droid was a possibility would have meant her death sentence. Brian was engaged in the recreation of said chip for government purposes, a thought that sent a shiver down Beth’s spine whenever she allowed herself to dwell on it, which wasn’t often. Brian so far had been unable to recreate it, but surely it was just a matter of time.

However, this…this had to be the worst thing he could have possibly done to her.

“Get this thing out of my flat—now!” Beth knew her voice bordered on hysteria, but she could not have this thing in her flat touching her things and looking at her with Elliot’s eyes. She just couldn’t.

“Beth, calm down. This isn’t what it seems. Let me explain.”

“Fuck your explanations, Brian. Get it away from me. You have lost your marbles if you think that this could ever be okay.” She edged away from the advancing Orgasmatron, who mirrored her every move with Elliot’s long-legged stride. The determined expression in his amber gaze held her under his spell, and when her back connected with the wall, she had nowhere else to go.

“Brian.” For some strange reason she didn’t seem able to project her voice with any conviction because the Orgasmatron had stepped close enough for his scent to seep into her consciousness. Achingly familiar, it wrapped itself around her senses and her heart beat faster. But it was an illusion. That was all it was, she had to remember that.

“It’s okay, Beth. Trust me. And if you don’t trust me, then put your trust in Elliot. He’s outwitted us all.” Brian’s voice seemed to come from far away. She could barely hear him over the rushing in her ears, for Elliot…no, not Elliot…
remember that…
cupped her chin and ran his thumb over her lips.

His warmth drew her like a moth to the flame. The fine hair on her body rose, and her lips tingled where his thumb rubbed. Elliot smiled again and inhaled deeply.

“Kiss him, Beth. You need to kiss him for this to work.”

She shut her eyes against the sinful temptation that was the perfect replica of her Elliot, and Beth shook her head. Brian had lost the plot, and yet her body wasn’t listening. With her eyes shut and the Orgasmatron’s hard body pressed against her, caging her in against the wall, his erection pressing into her belly, she could almost believe this was her Elliot. Would it be so bad to pretend? Just for this moment.

She needed to know for sure, and a kiss would prove it to her. Her wayward hormones would calm down. Before she could lose her nerve she closed the distance between them, sensing rather than seeing his mouth descend. The firm pressure of oh-so-familiar lips made her open to his gentle tongue licking along her seam.

He slipped into her mouth, and a shudder went through Elliot’s frame. A surge of electricity sparked between them, and Beth was vaguely aware of Brian’s cheer before she lost herself in the kiss.

Elliot groaned and deepened the kiss. One hand fisted in her hair, and the other pulled her ass closer into him. It
was
Elliot,
her
Elliot. Beth knew it with a certainty that stole her breath as effectively as his ever-more passionate kisses. The salt of her own tears invaded her mouth. Elliot pulled back and kissed the tears off her face with such tenderness, the broken pieces of her heart reconnected with every kiss, touch, and sweet exhale of their breaths into each other. Elliot drank her in. He slid his lips across her jaw and down her neck to nibble her ear, and back again to claim her mouth again and again. When her knees turned to jelly, he picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom. One swift kick shut the door in Brian’s smiling face, and then they were on the bed.

“My sweet, sweet Beth. I missed you so much. Life is very lonely when you’re stuck in a hard drive.”

She touched his face and ran her hands over his shoulders.

“Is it really you?”

Elliot touched his forehead to hers and kissed her nose.

“It’s me, my sweet Beth. I couldn’t leave you.”

“But how?” Beth had to ask, even as her body screamed at her to shut up and to simply take him up on the heated promise in his amber eyes. It had been so very long since she felt the touch of the man she loved.

Elliot sighed and rolled off her. He propped himself up on his elbow and cupped her breast with his other hand. She leant into his touch, her nipple firming under his clever fingers, and Elliot grinned. Beth grinned right back at him, happiness suffusing her whole being.

“It was a gamble, but when I realized what Barnett was doing, who he worked for, in fact, I established a connection to Brian’s computer. He has a backdoor program that no one knows of.”

Beth drew in a breath and Elliot searched her face.

“So, you what, you downloaded yourself?”

“Something like that, my sweet. I’m sorry I had no time to warn you, and I wasn’t sure if it would work, or even if Brian would ever find me in there. But it was my only chance. I couldn’t let my old body fall into the wrong hands. That would have been disastrous for all the people I care about—especially you. It is ironic, perhaps, that having emotions and falling in love with you meant that I put you in danger, and I had to leave you anyway.”

The last shadows crossing her soul lifted, and Beth drew him down for a kiss.

“It doesn’t matter, not anymore.” She pushed him away, and he released her with a frown.

“There is just one thing, Mr. Orgasmatron.”

She couldn’t hide her smile, and Elliot relaxed again.

“What would that be, my sweet little Beth?” he asked.

“All this talk of love is all well and good, but can you live up to your name?” She screeched when he straddled her and pulled her arms above her head. One hand over her wrists, his muscular thighs caging in her legs, she was at his mercy.

“What do you think? And I may just have to hold you hostage for a very long time to show you.”

“How long?” she whispered.

“For however long you’ll have me. I love you, Beth.”

Tears blurred her vision, and she kissed him back with all the pent-up emotion of the last few months.

“I love you, too, Mr. Orgasmatron.”

THE END

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