Suburban Cyborg

by Gloria Martin

  Tristan’s lips were incredibly soft and they moved urgently against mine. His hands caressed my back and then gripped my waist tight. Everything between my legs clenched and quivered. Was it natural to be so amazingly turned on by one person and so abruptly? I broke the kiss with a gasp and then closed my eyes so that I could regain some composure. The water had gotten really hot and there was steam rising from the pool as it evaporated.

  “Is the water burning your skin?” said Tristan. His voice was husky with the arousal he felt. The arousal I felt poking up between my legs wasn’t helping in the slightest.

  “No…well yeah actually it’s really hot,” I said as I realized the water was really, really hot. Tristan lifted me out of the water and stepped out of the spring altogether. He set me down on the ground where he dressed me quickly before the chill could set in, though with him that close to me I didn’t think I had a chance of getting cold. Once I was dressed Tristan put his clothes back on and we started back towards the house.

  *****

  Tristan walked me back to my room. At the door, he kissed me on the cheek and promised me he’d see me the next day. I watched him wander down the hall and then I slid back into my room. Most of my wardrobe had been brought over to the house, except for all of my pajamas, they had been replaced with satin night gowns and satin camisole—shorts sets.

  I sighed and opted for a blush-colored camisole and short set. I tried to go to bed and sleep, but I was too keyed up. I grabbed the television remote on the bedside table and turned on the flat screen over the mantle of the fireplace. I watched Nick at Nite for a few hours and still couldn’t get to bed. After our kiss, I just couldn’t settle down. I got out of bed and then padded into the kitchen for some water.

  Micah was standing at the fridge, shirtless, and with nothing but a pair of black briefs on. Was black his favorite color or something? I didn’t pay too much attention to the color of his briefs. Instead my eyes were drawn to the outline along his thigh. It was thick and long. Micah cleared his throat and my eyes roamed his muscular torso up to his face. He was smirking at me and holding a bottle of water.

  “Um…I was just coming to get some water,” I said and Micah reached into the fridge to pull out another bottle for me. I walked over to him and felt the heat coming off of him in waves.

  “Are you hungry?” Micah asked me and he moved around me to place his water bottle on the counter. “I can make an excellent midnight snack, anything you want.” Micah said with a genuine smile. I was actually a little taken aback. He wanted to make something for me?

  “Uh, sure, how about…some chocolate covered bacon?”

  Micah smiled as if there was no task too big for him.

  “Coming right up, it’ll be the best bacon you’ve ever had in your life,” he said.

  I giggled and then sat up at the breakfast bar while he got two large Hershey’s bars out of the pantry and a package of bacon from the fridge.

  “So you live here too?” I asked him and he looked at me as if the answer should have been obvious. He was practically naked after all.

  “I have since I was five. My parents were killed in a battle against enemy warriors who wanted to claim our town. Lord Markus took me in as his own. Tristan and I have been best friends ever since.” Micah spoke about Tristan and Markus fondly; they were his family, it was plain to see.

  “Wow…so do other dragon shifters come through here a lot wanting to take the town?” I asked. Micah shrugged as he got the pan hot for the bacon and a sauce pan ready to melt the chocolate.

  “Occasionally. There are seasons for it though. In the summer is when we get most threats to our territory. Mostly other dragons from Canada or Central America. We really do have an ideal section of land here in the mountains and forests. It provides protection from the humans. We can both blend in and hide in plain sight amongst them.”

  I watched the muscles of Micah’s back move as he began to fry the bacon and then whisk the chocolate as it melted.

  “So the female dragons fight too?” I asked. Micah glanced back at me and snorted.

  “Of course they do, if they want to that is, they are just as capable as the men are,” Micah said. I smiled. Well it was good that their society wasn’t archaic or anything. Micah finished up the chocolate covered bacon pretty quickly. The bacon was crispy and the combination of sweet and salt was to die for.

  “Micah…this is so good,” I said and almost moaned in pleasure when I took another bite of the bacon. Micah smiled knowingly.

  “I know it is, I happen to be a great chef,” I giggled and Micah grinned at me. I liked this Micah much more than the one I met initially. I picked up a piece of bacon that had yet to dry and a drop of chocolate fell onto my chin. Before I could even move Micah was beside me and he scooped up the drop with his finger. My eyes locked onto his and he held his finger out for me to lick the chocolate off.

  I closed my lips around his finger and swiped the chocolate off with my tongue. He tasted delicious. Micah’s pupils dilated and I felt that familiar heat buffet against my skin. Slowly and deliberately Micah leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. A small moan escaped the back of my throat as I tasted chocolate on his soft lips and then his tongue passed over my bottom lip before he slid it into my mouth to caress mine.

  My hands didn’t know where they wanted to go. I caressed his strong shoulders and slid them down the ridges of his biceps, and then I caressed his taut stomach and chest. Micah pulled me from my seat and then walked over to the couch where he laid me down and lowered some of his body weight onto me. Just enough so that I felt his hardness right at my core. I gasped and Micah’s mouth slid down from my neck to my collar and was going decisively lower. My skin was ablaze for his touch and my sex was throbbing with need.

  Tristan’s face popped into my head and I pushed against Micah’s shoulders until he let me sit up. “We can’t do this can we? I mean…I am marrying Tristan in a couple of days.” I said and Micah sighed heavily.

  “You’re right, this is wrong…you should go back to bed,” Micah said sullenly. His face was closed off and frankly I felt just as sullen as I stood up to leave. I had very real feelings for both Micah and Tristan and it just crept up on me.

  What was I going to do?

  *****

  The next morning, I woke up to soft male voices speaking on either side of me. I wondered if it was a dream as both of the voices I realized belonged each to Tristan and Micah. I opened my eyes and saw first Micah’s gorgeous face. Tristan’s hand was on my hip and I turned briefly to make sure it was him. They were both still in pajamas. Well Tristan was wearing pajama bottoms, Micah was still in his briefs. The sun had barely risen and both men were extremely close to me.

  “Good morning Stephanie,” Tristan said, smiling. I simply blinked at him before I turned back to Micah who gave me a slow and sexy smirk.

  “Morning…what’s going on?” I asked cautiously. Micah brushed the hair from my eyes and Tristan leaned forward to press a kiss to my shoulder. The brief interactions sent tingles through every nerve ending and some very sensitive muscles south of my belly button clenched in anticipation.

  “We both want you Stephanie,” Tristan said and I rolled over onto my back so I wasn’t facing only one person. I glanced in between them in befuddlement.

  “You…you mean you both have feelings for me…too?” I asked, still cautious. Tristan’s smile widened and Micah’s smirk turned into a full on grin.

  “Yes and we think it would be best if we share you as our mate,” Micah said quietly. A thrill ran through me and I smiled.

  “Really?” I asked with excitement leaking into my voice. They both chuckled and Tristan scooted closer to me. He pressed a kiss to my neck and goose bumps broke out across my skin as the sensation rippled through me.

  “Yes, really,” he murmured and then he kissed me again, his tongue flicking out and tasting my skin. I gave a breathy moan and Micah’s hand slid up my camisole until he cupped
my breast; he squeezed it in his hand and then pinched my nipple as he rolled it in between his fingers.

  I gasped at the shot of pleasure that rippled through my core. My clit was throbbing and already my hips were moving as I sought some relief from the building pressure.

  Tristan slipped his hand beneath the waistband of my shorts and his fingers found my clitoris immediately. I moaned out loud that time as he rubbed against the sensitive nub with the perfect amount of pressure. At the rate they were going I was going to climax in no time. Micah’s mouth closed around my nipple through the satin camisole and his tongue flicked against it before he gently nibbled on it with his teeth. I was breathing heavily and it felt like pleasure was coursing through my every vein.

  Tristan’s fingers slid into my core easily with how wet I was and he pushed right against my G-spot. My back arched and he continued to work his fingers while Micah used his mouth on my breasts. The orgasm rushed through me like an electric wave and I clenched around Tristan’s fingers in spasms as my entire body shook with the pleasure. I was breathing hard when I came back down from the climax and then I realized that my clothes had been torn off of me and both Tristan and Micah were naked.

  My eyes widened when I took in the size of them and I wet my lips with my tongue. Micah groaned and he scooted down between my legs where he pulled my knees over his shoulders. Micah’s mouth found my clit and he slid his tongue over it and then flicked against it hard and fast. I cried out, but then my cries of pleasure were muffled as I became preoccupied with Tristan’s straining cock. It was edging it towards my mouth and I flicked my tongue out against the engorged head before I took him into my mouth. Tristan moaned and then cursed, which was uncharacteristic of him, but sexy as hell.

  I took him deeper into my mouth and his hands held my head and face tenderly as I sucked on him. Down below I felt Micah spreading the wetness from my core to my anus as he pushed a finger inside. My hand fisted in the sheets and my lips tightened around the base of Tristan’s cock. He moaned again and ordered Micah to do whatever he had just done to me again. Micah slipped another finger into me and I groaned at the feeling of fullness.

  “Have you done this before Stephanie?” Micah asked as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of me. I nodded and then Tristan slid his cock out of my mouth, Micah moved up on the bed and laid down while he gripped my waist and positioned me over him. I felt him position his cock at the entrance of my sex and push slowly in, it felt like he filled me completely. I moaned as he began to slowly move in and out of me while Tristan used my arousal to lubricate himself as he slid into my ass.

  I cried out as the feeling of fullness felt so good it was hard to breathe and not taste the pleasure that was coursing through me. Both Tristan and Micah started to move in tandem and I simply held on to Micah for the ride as they both thrust into me over and over again. I couldn’t help but cry out their names as their pace got faster and the pleasure got to be nearly too much.

  I knew my orgasm was going to be devastating. The room was also filled with moans from both Tristan and Micah. I felt the sharp of edge of climax rocket through me and then I was falling into a million pieces. My vision blurred and I wasn’t aware of anything else other than being connected to both Tristan and Micah in that moment. I knew that they were it for me; for some reason I felt at home with them and I didn’t want it any other way. First Micah and then Tristan emptied their release into me. They had fully claimed me as theirs.

  When our breathing returned to normal I found I was tucked securely in both Tristan and Micah’s arms. “That was amazing,” I whispered and they both chuckled. Micah kissed me softly on the lips and Tristan trailed kisses up my arm.

  “It’s safe to say we’ll have a joint wedding then? You’ll agree to be our shared mate?” Tristan asked hopefully. I nodded and then smiled.

  “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I said and I snuggled securely in their warmth.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 27/40

  The Fall of a Billionaire

  I’m standing in front of one of the largest glass buildings I have ever seen. I can’t help but feel remarkably small next to it. Smaller even than I usually do, and that’s saying something.

  “It’s just a job,” I tell myself. “I know the boss. My brother works here, it’ll be fine.”

  Still, that tiny voice that’s been in my head ever since I remember, the voice that whispers, ‘you’re going to fail’ over and over and over again won’t shut up. I guess I’ll just have to ignore it as best I can.

  I stand up straight, square my shoulders and walk upright through the tall, crystal clear front doors and into a long, echoing hallway. I look around, through a maze of people rushing in and out before I spot him standing right beside the receptionist’s desk.

  “There she is!” my brother’s booming voice rings out. He is as tall and large as I am short and skinny. He still wears flannel shirts and sports a five o’clock shadow, despite being a very well-paid designer for one of the largest consulting firms in the country.

  Glad, at last, to see a familiar face in the bustle of the unfamiliar city, I rush towards him.

  “Gabe! Thanks so much for being here!” I say wrapping my arms around him.

  He presses me to him and picks me up in a large bear hug the way he’s done since I was about six years old.

  “I thought you were supposed to be off today with Emma,” I say referring to my sister-in-law. She’s currently seven months pregnant with my very first niece.

  “Emma agreed to reschedule the couple’s doctor visit,” Gabe tells me. “I couldn’t miss my little sister’s first day.”

  “I wouldn’t miss it either,” a voice to Gabe’s right says. “With Evie around this place’ll definitely get a lot more interesting.”

  I turn from my brother to find a smart-looking young man with floppy, light brown hair, bright green eyes and a sharp blue suit smiling down at me.

  “Alex!” I say rushing over to him, “How are you?”

  He continues to smile as he opens his arms and gives me a quick, somewhat awkward hug. We pull back and I blush. He smells just as nice as he did almost two years ago. That was the last time I saw him.

  “I’ve been keeping myself busy,” Alex answers. “Your genius brother is designing bestselling software left and right. It’s hard for us to keep track.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t have a job if it weren’t for Alex,” Gabe says. “So, I figure I owe him as much as I can dish out.”

  “That goes for two of us,” I say turning to Alex. “I know I said this on the phone but, thanks again, so much for giving me this position.”

  I can’t be sure, but I think I see a hint of color come into Alex’s cheeks and he gives me the shiest smile I’ve yet seen from him.

  “You’re my best friend’s little sister,” he answers. “It’s the least I could do. You look great, by the way!”

  He gazes appreciatively up and down my relatively new body. I proudly throw my shoulders back, glad that he’s noticed.

  “I lost a lot of weight since you last saw me,” I say.

  “You also did quite a bit of growing up,” he says and, though he tries to hide it, his gaze shifts very slightly to my breasts which have grown significantly larger than they were when I was a teenager.

  “Hey, I’m not sure I like where this is going,” my brother cuts in. Though, the good-natured smile is still on his face. “I’d rather you not ogle my little sister in front of me.”

  I giggle, but Alex definitely blushes at this and turns away. He clears his throat before turning back to us.

  “Well,” he says, “I guess we should show you around, Evie.”

  “Sounds good,” I say and follow Gabe and Alex down the hall and through another large set of glass doors.

  The company, Dregfield & Mosoti looks a lot like your typical ‘Google’ type tech outfit. Open floor plan. People bobbing up and down at their desks on Swiss balls.

 
; During the tour, I remain mostly silent, all the while keeping my eyes on Alex.

  Alex has always been the one guy I fantasized about. He was Gabe’s best friend through high school and my very first crush. I was only twelve at the time but, I still remember the first time I saw him.

  Gabe had invited him over for dinner.

  Alex walked in, looking effortlessly handsome with his sleek brown hair and tight-fitting jeans. I became extremely aware of my stringy brown hair, overlarge stomach and flat chest.

  Through the rest of my adolescence, I kept admiring Alex from afar. He, on the other hand, seemed to have adopted me as a sort of little sister substitute. Usually, he treated me just the way that Gabe did. With brotherly affection.

  I thought that was all I would ever be to Alex.

  But, this morning, when he met me in the lobby and looked me up and down while red colored his cheeks, I began to think, for the first time, that Alex might, finally, see me as a woman.

  “This is where you’ll be, Evie,” Alex says, leading me and Gabe through another set of large glass doors.

  Alex stops at a large, black desk with one phone and a large desktop computer.

  “This is your desk,” Alex says, “you’re really going to be a kind of gatekeeper for me and my partner, Simon. He should be in any time now. But, he’s usually late.”

  I notice for the first time, an unpleasant frown line Alex’s face. Clearly he’s not entirely pleased with his partner and I can’t help but wonder why that is. Almost as much as I wonder if I’ll ever see his adorably shy blush again.

  “So, I guess this is where the tour ends?” I ask with a bit of a flirtatious lilt to my voice. Secretly, I’m hoping to see Alex’s cheeks color again.