More Than Human_Scifi Cyborg Romance

by Anna Lewis

  It was a nightmare, one that was bringing on endless anxiety, and she didn’t know how much longer she could survive it all. Sure, she was safe enough locked in her room, but she sure as hell couldn’t stay there forever. She knew that she was becoming overwhelmed and getting swallowed whole by this mess, but she didn’t know how to extract herself. She felt she was sinking deeper and deeper.

  Her mom had tried to talk to her, to pull her out from her funk, but she refused. Luckily her dad was mostly leaving her alone, which was exactly what she thought she needed, but her mom wasn’t getting the message. The only person she had spoken to was her best friend Lauren, and that was only the occasional message here and there. She had officially isolated herself, because it was the only place that she felt safe, and she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to leave again.

  Chapter 5

  In the end, Rex could take it no more. He knew that Abbie’s freak out into solitude was a combination of the silly media interest – which wasn’t as huge as it could have been considering, probably because they couldn’t dig much up on her – and that crazy night of passion that they experienced with Travis. He wouldn’t allow himself to get wound up by something so silly – he knew that he needed to help her, and he didn’t intend to take no for an answer.

  He went to her parents’ home, needing to speak to her, but it wasn’t Abbie who answered the door, it was her mom. From the odd look that she shot him, he could tell that she thought he was her boyfriend, which was good fortune – it made it easier for him to get inside. He barely had to explain who he was at all.

  In her bedroom, overhearing the slightly awkward small talk between Rex and her mom, Abbie could take it no longer. She needed to rescue Rex from her mom’s clutches before things got too weird, which meant that she would have to leave the prison that she’d put herself in. They hadn't discussed any of it at all, but she knew her mom had been looking for information on her ‘relationship’ online. She’d tried to ask questions, but Abbie was giving her nothing.

  “Come to my room,” she snapped quickly, pulling him away as she shot her mom a look. “We can talk there.”

  She could feel her mom’s eyes boring into her back as she moved, but she refused to look back, not wanting to make any more eye contact. This was difficult enough as it was, without her mother making it any worse! She would eventually explain everything to her, someday. Maybe…

  “Are you okay?” Rex started as soon as they were alone. “I know the media can be a bit much if you aren’t used to it.” He pulled her in for a hug, which she allowed him to do for a split second, before steeling herself and pulling back.

  “I’m okay,” she said, sitting backwards onto the bed. “It’s just everything. You know?” She didn’t want to admit to him how much she had enjoyed the threesome itself, if not the aftermath of it – it felt so wrong to say to him when she knew how much he liked her. Her head was all over the place, and it was making her feel nauseated. “I don’t know, I just feel really weird. I don’t know how to deal with… well, any of it really.”

  “Don’t freak out,” he insisted, instantly seeming to understand her. “It was fun, we all had a good time. Honestly, we’re all consenting adults who can do as we damn well please.”

  The way he worded it made Abbie feel better, and she realized that part of her mixed up feelings were because she thought of herself as a… well, as a slut, or wrong for having the threesome. But his words made her feel like she wasn’t.

  She wasn’t sure how he did it, but Rex just had this way of reassuring her. He was charismatic sure, which drew people to him, but he was also kind and warm, which had made Abbie fall for him in the first place. He seemed to be able to make her happy, even when it seemed like all hope was lost.

  “I don’t even care if the media find out about all three of us!” he exclaimed, completely shocking her. “It was fun, and it made me happy, and you know what? So much of this restrictive life makes me miserable, so why the hell not?”

  “But… it would be too much,” Abbie tried, wanting him to see what she did. She could already see how horrible it could make her feel, and she hoped that he would understand that too. The headlines would be unbearable, and the intrusion that they were currently experiencing would be a million times worse. After all, sex with one person was one thing, but a threesome was something else – something much more lurid and scandalous. A shiver ran through her. The idea of people knowing anything about her made her feel cold.

  “But we would have each other. We could support one another.” He held onto her hands and stared deeply into her eyes. “It would be okay.”

  Would it? Could it actually be all right? Abbie tried to imagine her possible future life in a threesome with Travis and Rex. She’d been dealing with all these intense feelings alone. But what if she had the support of Travis and Rex as well. Would it be okay? Could it?

  Although Rex was the only one here, Travis had been more than kind, really expressing concern for her welfare. That was a different side to the man who had once told her:

  “I have this rule that I don’t hook up with a woman more than once, so that I don’t get my heart broken.”

  “Would it be okay?” she asked.

  “It would,” Rex tried to reassure her, before pulling her in for a deep and calming hug. They stayed there for a few moments, enjoying their embrace, but it wasn’t long before the entire atmosphere of the room shifted into something else, something more intense, and before either of them could stop it they were kissing once more…

  Chapter 6

  Abbie had no idea how this had gone from a serious conversation, to a passionate make-out session, but she was glad. Kissing she could deal with – her emotions she couldn’t. It was nice to have a distraction for a change, something to pull her from her negative thoughts, so she threw herself wholeheartedly into it.

  Rex laid her back onto her bed, and started to tug her top over her body – an action that she imitated, desperately needing to see his naked body too. The fact that they were in her parent’s home and had to be virtually silent, added another illicit thrill to their moment, making it that much more exciting. In a weird way, it felt like they were teenagers, sneaking in a quickie upstairs while mom was in the kitchen. That gave the encounter a freshness that was really exciting. It wasn’t something Abbie had ever done in her parents’ home when she was younger, so it was thrilling to finally have that experience.

  Rex slowly and tantalizingly started to tug down her trousers, but she impatiently kicked them off. This wasn’t the moment to be slow and passionate – she needed heady and frenzied, quick and frantic – a moment to make all of this feel right once more.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered quietly to him, not needing to waste time on any foreplay. She needed to feel that thick, phenomenal length inside of her right away, and wanted him to comply right away.

  Rex stared at her for a few moments, trying to decipher her emotions, before tugging his own trousers down and thrusting smooth hard inside of her, finally giving her everything that she needed. Even though she was getting it as hard and fast, just as she wanted, it somehow left her so shocked that she was breathless and gasping.

  “Oh Rex, you feel amazing,” she called slightly too loudly, burying her face into his neck.

  She gripped tightly onto him, and he rode her as if it was their last day on Earth, digging her fingers into his back as if he was the only one centering her to the planet. She gripped him tightly, showing him just how much she was enjoying it, and that only encouraged Rex further. He moved faster and more powerfully, pushing her further and further towards climax.

  It wasn’t long before the pleasure began to pool in Abbie’s stomach, and soon it was coursing through her veins and causing her body to rock and shudder in a wild orgasm. She screamed into a pillow, letting go of her tension after her few days of isolation and silence. She couldn’t let her family hear that she was having sex, so this annoying action was vital.


  As soon as they had both experienced the pleasure that they so badly needed, and they laying panting next to one another on the bed, Abbie’s mind reeled. That had been fun, and very necessary in the moment, but somehow the entire experience had left her feeling a little… empty. She was extremely satisfied, and surprisingly glad that Rex had turned up, but she couldn’t help feeling like Travis should be there too. This wasn’t like Hawaii where she felt complete with Rex, she now needed them both.

  Her emptiness crashed around inside of her. A threesome might be fine for a while, but it couldn’t be keep going. She’d have to make the decision she had been putting off for so long, that had been driving her insane…

  Chapter 7

  It took Abbie a few days to sort her head out, but she eventually came to a conclusion. Since she couldn’t decide between these two men, she would have to end it with both of them – that seemed like the only logical conclusion, the one that wouldn’t leave anyone with their heart seriously broken. It wasn’t something that she wanted to do, but she had to, before any of them got in too deeply, before any of them fell in love. This was already messy enough without adding anything like that into the mix.

  It wasn’t something that she wanted to do, but she had to be brave and take action. It was the only way that any of them could be happy. She needed to get out, and to start thinking about her future more seriously if she didn’t want to end up ill over it all.

  She sucked in a deep breath, staring into her phone, and bravely hit dial. She decided to call Travis first, since it was Rex that she’d seen last, but even he didn’t feel like the easy choice. She knew that he would be hurt by her blowing him off, and that was the last thing that she wanted, but it was either a little pain now, or a lot of pain later. If she wasn’t stuck in her room, entrapped by the media, she would do this conversation face to face out of respect, but unfortunately that option wasn’t available to her.

  Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

  As the phone rang and rang, her eyes flickered around her bedroom – the room that was feeling increasingly cramped with every passing second. All she needed was for this to blow over, so she could restart her life and try all over again. She couldn’t keep this madness up forever, but until this was all straightened out, she had no choice.

  “Hello?” he answered breathlessly, sounding like he’d run to the phone. “Abbie? How are you? Are you okay?”

  “I… I…” She could already feel the tears starting to fall. “I’m sorry Travis.”

  “Don’t apologize,” he said. He seemed to think that this was only about how she had neglected him for the past days. “I just want to know that you’re okay.”

  She ignored his question, steadying herself for what she was about to say. “I’m sorry Travis,” she repeated. “I don’t really know where your head is at anymore since… that night, but I don’t think I can carry on like this.”

  “I…” he started, but she couldn’t let him get a word in edgeways. Not when she had finally started to blurt it all out.

  “I like you and Rex so much, so much that it hurts, and I don’t want to string either of you along. I don’t want to be that person… I just… I can’t… I’m ending this.”

  “But…” He was hurt and shocked, and the emotion was quickly becoming too much for her to handle.

  “I’m sorry Travis,” she finished firmly, before clicking off the phone. As soon as he was gone, she raced to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, to try and calm herself down. There, she stared at herself for a few moments, not able to recognize the person that she was anymore.

  “Okay,” she whispered, refusing to look at herself any longer. “Just… do this.”

  Then she took the plunge, needing it all done quickly, and she called Rex.

  “Hello?” There was a sadness to his tone, almost as if he knew what was coming, but that didn’t stop her. Not now, not when she’d already been so brave.

  Abbie’s heart thumped wildly against her chest as she listened to him speak. She hated all of this, but she knew that it was the best way… the only way.

  “Rex… I… I’m sorry, I…” the tears had overwhelmed her and she could barely speak. “I can’t do any of this anymore. I’m ending it with both you and Travis. I feel so bad, but I don’t want anyone to get hurt…”

  “Shhh, shhh,” he said kindly, trying to calm her down. “Don’t you worry about anyone else, you just get some rest. This will all work itself out.”

  She wanted to ask him how he was so sure, but she couldn’t get the words out, so she simply blurted out “okay” before cutting him off too. Then she raced into her room and collapsed on the bed, allowing her emotion to consume her. She couldn’t help feeling that she’d just given up the best thing in her life, and that really cut her deep.

  Chapter 8

  Knock, knock.

  Knock, knock.

  Knock, knock.

  Urgh. Abbie didn’t want to move from the pit that she’d created in her bed, but whoever was at the door clearly had no intention of giving up. Her parents weren’t answering the door, so they obviously weren’t in.

  “Coming,” she called out, straightening down her hair as she went. Last night was the worst of her entire life – she’d hated breaking things off with Travis and Rex, absolutely hated it. Her face still showed how weary the ordeal had made her. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was a straggly mess. She really didn’t want to face the mail carrier looking like this! It was so obvious that she’d spent the entire night weeping into her pillow, and that was something that she would much rather keep a secret.

  She swung the door open with a bit of force, feeling angry, but that all changed the second she saw who was standing there. In fact, all feeling left her body entirely as she glanced back and forth between the two men she didn’t think she would ever see again, smiling serenely at her.

  “Tr… Travis?” she stammered. “Rex… what are you doing here?”

  “Go and get dressed,” Rex replied, sending that familiar warmth right through her. “We have a car outside and we need you to come back to mine. There are some things that we need to discuss.”

  “What?” she asked, dumfounded, unable to believe what was happening.

  “Not here, we’ll talk at mine.” The way Rex said this, it was so firm and so filled with that assurance that he seemed to be so good at. So she nodded sharply and raced back to her room. As she jumped into the quickest shower of her entire life, her body freaked out and her mind whirred with possibilities. What the hell was all of this about? What did any of it mean?

  Deep down, she felt like she should have stayed strong and said no, but the fact that they were both there, giving her the same look, it was almost too much to resist.

  By the time she raced back down the stairs, she was still none the wiser. All she could think was what sort of men would turn up at a woman’s home after being rejected? She was sure as hell glad that they were there of course – it meant they didn’t totally hate her – but the curiosity burned brightly through her all the same.

  At first the sun shone too brightly into her eyes to see anything properly – it had been that long since she ventured outside – but then she quickly spotted a very inconspicuous limo across the street, and she had to roll her eyes. How did Rex get away with no press following him when he led the blatant life of someone so famous? He must have had a trick or two to shake them off. If they weren’t in such an awkward position, she would have asked him… but of course they were. She couldn’t forget that.

  As she quickly slid into the seat, praying that she hadn't been caught by anyone, the men greeted her warmly. But as soon as the driver started moving them along the road, they fell into a weird silence. More than once Abbie wanted to scream out, asking them what the hell was going on, but she didn’t. It felt wrong. It felt to her like she didn’t deserve to know until they decided she was worthy.

  She couldn’t stop her eyes from flicking back and fort
h between the pair, and the memories that they brought up send a furious blush racing right through her.

  Rex, kissing her neck.

  Travis, claiming her breasts.

  Rex, buried deep inside of her, sending her wild.

  Travis, tasting her.

  It was almost too much to bear. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat feeling far too turned on by the memory of them both for appropriate conversation. It felt weird to be thinking of them in such a way in what was so clearly a serious time, but she just couldn’t seem to help herself.

  The silence remained as they all walked through the doors into the home that held so many delicious, scandalous memories, making this even worse for Abbie.

  “Would you like to sit down?” Rex asked in a slightly formal voice, indicating the massive dining table laid out in front of them. As Travis sat, he looked relaxed and calm, but Abbie perched tentatively on the end of her chair, panic coursing through her.

  “So, we wanted to talk to you about us,” Rex started, indicating between the three of them. Abbie’s heart pounded so loudly, she feared that it might burst from her chest at any moment, or that she would collapse. “Now, we know that you have been having a hard time with all of this, and while we totally understand, we think we might have a solution.”

  Oh God, were they going to make her choose right after she said that she really didn’t want to? She shot Travis a look, but he simply smiled back.

  “Well neither of us want to lose you, and I’m pretty sure that you feel the same way,” said Rex, continuing. Abbie nodded, wondering if this was the let’s be friends talk. Much as that would be the best solution, she feared how hard that would be. How could she hang out with them, feeling the way she did? And how would she react when they inevitably moved on? It didn’t bear thinking about. Rex said, “So why not just… carry on as we are?” He waved his hands, as if that was an obvious choice, as if it was almost unbelievable that they hadn't thought of it before.