When Good Toys Go Bad (13 page)

“I love you,” he said, pulling off his shirt and climbing on top of me.

“I love you too.” I drew him to me and kissed him deeply.

His tongue swept around my mouth as he pushed my skirt up over my hips.

Slinking down my body, he unhooked the small latches on my garters with a now well-practiced efficiency. The fine hairs on my thighs stood on end, reacting to his breath as he pulled my stockings down with his teeth. He stood at the foot of the bed. Because he remembered how I loved it, he shed his clothing slowly, giving me a show of his solid, muscular, masculine body.

I craved his already hard cock in my mouth.

“Come here,” I commanded, crooking my finger.

“And if I don’t? I do get to think for myself now.” He shot me a mischievous grin.

“Then you won’t get to play with these.” I opened my blouse and pulled my breasts out of my bra.

“Okay, so free will is simply an illusion,” he said, climbing on the bed and cupping my breasts in his large, sturdy hands. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my nipple, and my lips parted as a little groan escaped.

“You’re not the only one without free will.” I took his cock in my hand and began stroking it. Kai rolled onto his back, leaving his cock invitingly upright. I took him into my mouth. He closed his eyes.

“That feels amazing,” he said, his voice husky.

As I worked my magic on his cock, he worked his magic on the rest of my clothes. It didn’t take long, and I was naked. He ran his hands up and down my body. I threw my leg over him presenting my wetness at face level. As I put his cock back in my mouth, his tongue spread the lips of my pussy. A shudder went through me and I gasped losing suction on his cock. I licked the head of his erection and began stroking him, afraid of what would happen if he was in my mouth when I came. I didn’t have to wait long. He locked his lips on the bundle of nerves, and the exquisite convulsions took me over.

When I regained control of my muscles again, I climbed off of him, turned around and climbed back on. This time I guided him inside me. I was wet, and took his entire shaft with no resistance.

I began to rock back and forth on top of him, his cock sliding in and out of me. He reached up and took my breasts in his hands.

I heard a noise and turned to see Brynn standing in the open doorway. I made no move to cover myself up. For the second time, I was utterly aroused knowing she was watching us.

My gaze went from Brynn to Kai. He glanced at her and back to me. A sly smile curved his lips and he nodded.

I held my hand out to Brynn.

“Really?” she asked, a flush turning her face crimson.

“Really,” I answered.

She walked over and took my hand. She was shaking. I climbed off Kai and sat down on the edge of the bed, drawing Brynn in closer to me. Kai lay on his side, propped up on his elbow and studying us as I undressed Brynn.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said when I had removed the last of her clothing.

“Just think of him as a big, complicated sex toy.”

Kai reached out, grasped her hand and guided her onto the bed. Waves of heat washed over me as I watched them kiss. I took Brynn’s hand and directed it to Kai’s penis, which was still fully erect. With my hand on top of hers, I showed her how to stroke his cock. Kai let out a groan to show his appreciation. I slipped down to the foot of the bed to observe.

“She likes her nipples nibbled on,” I told Kai, who I knew took direction exceptionally well. Seconds later he had her on her back and was working her nipples gently between his teeth. She had her hand fisted in his hair. I heard her breath becoming shallow and raspy.

Kai parted her legs with his knees and entered her slowly. She cried out, part pleasure, part pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” Kai asked her. She shook her head and pulled him closer.

The show was magnificent. His butt muscles contracted as he thrust. Brynn’s breasts bobbed back and forth with the motion. There was a look of bemused pleasure on both of their faces. I couldn’t help myself. I crawled up the bed, took hold of one of her jiggling breasts and closed my mouth on the nipple.

“Oh yes!” she cried out as I teased and nibbled on her while Kai rode her.

I kissed her in midmoan and tasted the lust. I saw her stomach muscles twitch and recognized the signs. Her orgasm was coming. I reached down and gently rubbed her clit to the rhythm of Kai’s thrusts.

“Oh my g—” The words caught in her throat and her back arched, nearly knocking me over as she climaxed.

Kai pulled out of her, kissing the insides of her legs, which he had been holding.

“What happened?” Brynn said, looking down at Kai’s flaccid penis. “Did I break him? What’s that white stuff?”

I started to laugh, but stopped when I saw the horror on her face. Kai just looked amused.

“Sweetie, don’t worry about it.” I climbed behind Brynn and wrapped my arms around her. “I had the same reaction the first time he orgasmed. The designers took great pains to simulate an actual human male. When he is not excited or if he has just had an orgasm, his penis is soft. When you are having sex, or if he is excited, his penis is hard. The white stuff is ejaculate. It’s how ancient men sent got their sperm inside a woman to make a baby. Unfortunately, his ejaculate is, as he tells me, just an organic protein.”

“Okay, that’s a little weird,” Brynn said. Her body relaxed in my embrace.

I laughed. “I know, but you get used to it. I told you he was complicated.”

Kai, who had remained silent during this entire exchange, announced, “Your turn.” He pointed to me. “Which one of us do you want?”

“Can’t I have both?”

He laughed. “Well then, climb aboard.”

I released my hold on Brynn, laid her down on the bed and then straddled her. She smiled up at me. “Looks like he’s okay after all.”

Kai entered me from behind. I lost myself in the lovemaking. Hands caressed everywhere. I couldn’t tell which were whose. Brynn’s tongue filled my mouth and her hands massaged my breasts. Kai drove deeper and deeper inside me. The pleasure almost too much for my body, I felt like I was going to break apart. I collapsed on Brynn as the orgasm overtook me. Kai let out a yell as he too climaxed. The warmth filled me up as his ejaculate exploded into me.

The three of us lay spent on the bed. In my wildest imagination, I could never have foreseen this. This wasn’t just some sexual deviance or experimentation. I was in love with two people.

“I love you, Brynn,” I whispered and looked at Kai, who lazily ran his hand between my breasts and down my stomach. He smiled at me, and I knew. “We both love you.”

Tears began streaming down Brynn’s face.

“Why are you crying, sweetie?” I asked, kissing the salty drops from her face.

“Because I’ve never known love like this, for anyone or from anyone. It’s not the picture of a family I had in my head, but we’re definitely the family I always wanted.”

About the Author

Debbie Cairo lives in Chicago with her two dogs, Freddie and Spike. By day she plays with technology. At night she marries her first love, sci-fi, and her second love, romance. When she’s not writing them, she’s either reading or watching them.

In 2007 Debbie founded The Evanston Writers Workshop (
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When every night is a battle for survival, love is an endangered species.

Night Whispers

© 2012 Alisha Rai

ShadowLands, Book 1

Analyst James Bennett has spent the years since humankind fell victim to the Illness living underground. Part of an elite group of survivors determined to save their race, his only interaction with the blood-drinking Shadows roaming the Earth is through surveillance technology carried by his team of search-and-rescue agents. Scarred by vicious events, he has no desire to leave the safety of his bunker for the dangerous world outside—until he recruits a tough, haunted young woman clear across the country.

Former gang member Jules Guerrero learned two things early on: the value of loyalty and never backing down from a fight. Both of those teachings come in handy now that her job description includes protecting humans and kicking Shadow ass. But it’s hard to keep her mind strictly on her mission when all she can think about is the man whose voice keeps her sane through the depths of each dark night.

When Jules is captured and threatened by a rogue organization even more bloodthirsty than the Shadows, James must draw on all of his courage to fuel a furious cross-country chase through the lawless land…before the Jules he loves is destroyed forever.

Warning:
Contains a hero who would fight monsters for his love, a heroine out to save the world, a treacherous wasteland, poetry as foreplay and flesh-eating enemies.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Night Whispers:

“You’re not stupid. Not in the slightest.”

Her smile was without humor. “Yeah, okay.”

“You aren’t.” The certainty in his voice nearly convinced her.

“Please. I’d almost rather go running into certain danger than head home because I’d be less lonely. If that doesn’t make me stupid, what does it make me?” She regretted the bleating, overly introspective words as soon as she uttered them.

“Human. We’re social creatures, Jules.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, forget I said anything.”

“You know I’m always here. You don’t have to be lonely.”

So selfish: it wasn’t enough that he was on call around the clock for her, accessible at the touch of a button. She wanted to be able to reach out and tap him on the back whenever she needed him. Grab his arm. Run her fingers over his lips—

You need to stop those fantasies, kiddo.
If there had been a hope in hell that he’d fall for her the way she had for him, she’d made it even slimmer tonight with all her bleating. “I know.”

“I didn’t know you were so unhappy.”

“I’m not.” Why would she be unhappy? She had food in her belly and a really fulfilling job. To be unhappy would be monumentally ungrateful. It wasn’t like she deserved anything more than what she had.

“Tell me what would make you happy.”

You. Someone of my own.
“I am happy.”

“I’m not.”

She blinked.

“I should be,” he continued huskily. “But I’m not.”

“Why not?” He had everything. Family. Friends. Sure, they lived in a bunker, but at least he lived with them.

“For the same reason I guess anyone’s unhappy. Something’s missing.”

She drew her knees up to her chest. “Do you know what’s missing for you?”

He paused. “Yes.”

“What is it? Can’t you fix it?”

“Sometimes it’s easier to know what’s causing the void than to go about fixing it.”

He was absolutely right—those were two entirely different beasts.

She could, of course, tell him. Go past their constant flirtation and make it clear that somewhere along the line she’d developed feelings for her long-distance colleague.

Like a movie, she could see a split screen in her head of the two scenarios that would result: A) he would fall to her feet in worship or B) he would rebuff her. Gently, because that was his style. She wouldn’t lose him because he had no choice but to interact with her, but she’d lose this—these late-night conversations, the thrill of flirtation, his friendship.

The risk of B was too great to conquer the reward of A.

“I know exactly what you mean,” she murmured. It was still dark outside, and her internal clock told her there were hours to go before travel was safe. She lay back in her bed, unsure of what else to say to her handler.

She should hang up with him. But it felt nice to talk to him like this, in the dark, when the world was so quiet and uncertain all around her. A chill ran through her, and she wished she had a blanket. She’d been tempted to grab a comforter from one of the rooms in the house she’d broken into. They’d felt like silk and hadn’t been too dusty. Since the owners of them had probably died or been turned, Jules felt skeevy about using the belongings she found in her temporary abodes, though occasionally needs won out.

A change of subject was called for. “You never told me what you dream about.”

“What’s that?”

“Quid pro quo, right? I show you mine, you show me yours? I more than showed you mine,
güey
.”

“Oh. Um. I was joking.”

“You shouldn’t throw out jokes unless you’re ready to back them up with action,” she teased. “Come on, now.”

“Nah. I don’t dream, not really.”

“Now who’s lying?”

“Lots of people forget their dreams,” he protested.