Dash

by Kelsey Nicole Price

  I was so glad I wasn’t in there.

  “Okay someone needs to start talking right now. Just what the fuck is going on? I escape death to come back and find my best friend has a tiny cyborg attached to her hip.” I looked at Reaper. “Sorry, by the way, Great White. I might have overreacted.”

  “You might have overreacted? Human female you threatened my BALLS!” Reaper roared, and took two steps in my direction. I think he just remembered he was a cyborg.

  Dash shot out an arm, catching Reaper in the stomach, preventing him from coming any closer. “Don’t touch her,” Dash growled.

  “I’m sorry Reaper, and for what it’s worth, I think you would be a great dad. I mean if you could...you know what I mean. Fuck! I’m just making this worse, aren’t I?” I shook my head.

  “Let me go Dash. I didn’t bring her back to life only to kill her. Apology accepted Iris.”

  I blew out the breath I had been holding. In a weeks’ time, someone had tortured me, I watched the man I love broke open like fucking piñata, nearly died, and then woke up only to discover that my best friend now had herself a mini cyborg of her own.

  I had always wanted excitement, but this was overkill.

  The last traces of adrenaline fled and suddenly, standing here one more minute seemed like too much. Sensing my physical distress, Dash reached down and swung me into his arms and held me close.

  I would have protested that I could walk but I didn’t think it was possible.

  “Thank you again, Reaper, for everything,” I said softly.

  “I’ll check on both of you later,” Reaper muttered.

  Dash didn’t wait another second. He carried me down the hallway so quickly the tunnel was nothing but a blur.

  I closed my eyes and let everything else go as I relished the fact I was still alive and snuggled tightly in my blueberry’s arms.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  *Dash*

  There was no greater feeling than having Iris in my arms. If the stark, white walls of our room hadn’t been here to greet us, I don’t think I would have believed this was real, but our cozy small room turned a nightmare into a dream.

  My Iris was alive, the future wide-open with no more thought of how time would eventually steal her away from me.

  “I would say get naked or start talking but I don’t think I have it in me for either,” Iris said, exhaustion threaded through her voice.

  I nuzzled the soft strands of her hair. “We have all the time in the world.” Gently laying her body down on the bed, my arms encircled her waist to gather her close.

  I brushed my lips over the tender shell of her ear. “Sleep and dream, my lovely human.”

  “Only if you join me,” Iris countered sleepily.

  “Always,” I insisted.

  Iris moaned, and her body shifted in my hold. A leg flung itself over my thigh. My cock sprung to attention desperately seeking its way back home. The memory of who lasted touched me formed on the outskirts of my memories.

  All I wanted to do was forget.

  I belonged to Iris.

  My body.

  My heart.

  My soul.

  I wanted Iris’s claim back upon my flesh.

  Gripping her hips, I tugged her ass back towards my cock, the warm cheeks parted so that my cock could slip through to her entrance. Her wetness coated my tip as I fought the urge to bury myself deep. I rocked against her ass slowly and heard another moan falling from her lips.

  “Dash,” My name came out breathless. I craved the sound.

  Iris’s eyelids fluttered and then opened. She looked over her shoulder, seeking my face, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. “What are you waiting for, Blueberry?”

  With one thrust I buried myself deep, her pussy gripped my cock like it never wanted it to leave.

  Her head tipped back against my chest, her hands found my thighs and used them as leverage, riding my cock without hesitation.

  I growled. The sound caused her to shudder, her pussy fluttering around my length.

  “Mine,” I hissed between clenched teeth. Gripping her hips tighter, I halted her movements, one of my legs trapped hers, spreading her wider.

  At my mercy, all she could do was hold on as I fucked her hard and deep, her moans grew louder the faster I thrust.

  “There is nothing but you,” I chanted, finding her clit, dragging my fingertip around it in small circles. The small bud tightened under my attention before her pussy clamped down hard, screaming as she orgasmed on my cock. Two more thrusts later, I followed her, cum blasting her insides, welcoming me home.

  “Wow, Blueberry, feel free to wake me like that whenever you want to.” Iris dropped her head against my chest.

  I laughed. “I will make sure to remember that, my Iris.”

  She shifted and I slipped from inside her. “As much as I would like to stay here forever, I need a shower, coffee, and then it’s time to spill the beans on what the hell happened when I was dead to the world.”

  A half an hour later, after another round in the shower followed by three cups of coffee, I told Iris what we found at Dr. Rosenfield’s lab of horrors.

  Rooms of cyborg children all cold and lifeless. Rooms of human females just as cold and lifeless.

  Dr. Rosenfield had been trying to replicate cyborgs. She had used human women as incubators, hoping live births would produce viable cyborgs. Neither the cyborgs or the humans had survived the process. None, except for one.

  The one currently attached to Aria. A bond formed just like the one between Iris and me. He was now Aria’s cyborg and she was his human. Reaper had stormed the place before Dr. Rosenfield had figured out the secret; fleeing before she could see the cyborg thriving with the human he had claimed as his.

  Once he finished, Iris remained silent, her hands wringing in her lap, a look of horror etched on her face. She flung herself into my lap and burrowed her head into my chest as great big sobs overtook her small frame.

  “All those children. All those women. Dash, what kind of monster does that?” Iris wept.

  “Someone we will stop, my Iris. She won’t get away with what she’s done, to us and to all those women and children. We will end her and her research. This, I promise you.”

  She nodded against my chest, her tears finally coming to an end. A few minutes passed before she pulled her head from my chest and brushed the remaining tears from her cheeks. “I probably look like a blotchy lobster.”

  “You’re my blotchy lobster.” I winked, trying to bring peace back to her heartbroken soul.

  Rising on her knees, she leveled her face with mine. Her fingers traced the curve of my ears, the lines of my cheeks, the arch of my lips. I leaned into her touch, not because I had to but because I wanted to. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “I can’t recall.”

  “You can’t recall? Something might be wrong with you. A cyborg never forgets. Maybe we should go find Dax and see if he can help?” Iris nudged me playfully.

  “That green cyborg has helped enough. You should have seen his face when you hugged him, I thought I was going to have to pry you away from him. As for telling me that you love me, today, you have told me six-point-five times since we woke up. You were interrupted in the shower which accounts for the point-five.”

  “I wonder who interrupted me?”

  I smirked. “I did not detect objection to that interruption.”

  Iris put her lips mere inches from mine. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “I think I could use another interruption right about now.”

  Dipping her head down to my neck, she traced a pattern with her tongue, licking and sucking until I released a moan. No matter how many times she touched me it was never enough. Iris let me take her on the bed and in the shower seeming to understand my need to forget what had happened and use her body to remind me of where I belonged.

  Now she needed her turn. Her deft hands freed my cock as she peppered
kisses on my neck and chest. She popped the buttons on her own pants and rose from my lap enough to shimmy them down to her ankles. They snagged on her knees and she blew out a breath in frustration. “Care to help, Blueberry?”

  I grabbed her pants and pulled hard, the fabric ripped to shreds. The remnants of the pants fell to the floor.

  Iris peered down at the pile of destroyed fabric. “I didn’t care for those anyway. Now, where were we? Ahh, yes here is what I wanted.” Her fingers wrapped around my cock, giving it a few slow strokes.

  The pale skin of her fingers presented as a contrast to the blue of my cock. Her fingers moved up and down, circling the tip, catching a drop of precum on the pad of her thumb. Lifting it to her lips she pushed the thumb into her mouth to taste me, moaning when my flavor hit her tongue.

  “You taste delicious,” she said, plucking her thumb out with a wet pop.

  My cock jumped against her belly eagerly awaiting her next move.

  Gripping my base, she positioned me right at the entrance to her hot, wet pussy, lowering herself down slowly, her glossy pink lips taking me inch by inch.

  I started, mesmerized by the sight of blue swallowed up by warm, wet pink. Finally, her ass hit my thighs as I bottomed-out inside of her. She didn’t move, keeping me there locked within her as her fingers traced the new long scar that ran the length of my chest.

  “You are mine Dash, every glorious blue inch of you belongs to me. Just like every inch of me belongs to you. Whose cock do I have buried in my pussy?”

  “Mine,” I gasped, finding it hard to process anything when all I wanted to do was grab her hips and thrust deep into her welcoming heat. I remained in control, but I was hanging by a thread.

  “That’s because it’s right where it belongs. There is nothing but us, Dash. We belong to each other. We’re destined to be together. Let me show you.”

  Iris moved then, riding my cock with abandon, her body rising and dropping back down landing with a loud smack on my thighs. “Don’t stop,” I panted, the urge to come caused my ball sac to tighten.

  Iris fucked me faster. “Cum for me, Dash,” she commanded, and I was unable to disobey, roaring as my cock seized within the tight grasp of her pussy, shooting every single drop of cum into her wanting core.

  My release triggered hers, her pussy clamped down hard as my name tore from her lips with a scream.

  Her body collapsed onto mine. Her heartbeat pounded against my chest.

  “Holy hell, Blueberry. Wow. You really bring out my inner nympho.”

  I planted a kiss on her forehead. “Is that a terrible thing?”

  Leaning her elbows on my chest she peered at me behind dark lashes. “Not with you.”

  I loved my human.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  *Iris*

  Dash hasn’t left my side in two days. I finally made it out of the room to go visit Aria and Theo. He waited right outside the door, peeking his head in every few minutes just to make sure I was still there.

  Spending some mostly alone-time with my best friend I saw what Reaper had warned me about. Gone was the bubbly girl who would sing at the top of her lungs, putting on concerts for Caia and me We would clap for her until our hands turned red.

  Aria’s smile now held secrets, her laugh hollow rather than full, and a darkness hung over her like a shroud. I was desperate for her to talk to me, but I kept my promise. Aria would talk when she was ready.

  The one thing that brought light to her eyes was Theo. That little cyborg had absolutely stolen her heart and Theo looked at her like she hung the moon.

  I tried not to laugh when Theo busted out an expression that totally reminded me of Reaper. Theo could act just like his grown counterpart but got away with it because he was so freaking cute. That, and he was the only cyborg child ever known to exist.

  The other cyborgs guarded him and Aria like they were national treasures even though Aria and Theo rarely wanted anything to do with them. Theo was still painfully shy around his own kind, tending to stick like glue to Aria.

  Theo was starting to warm up to me ever so slowly, I had delivered on my promise to never make Aria cry and for that he allowed me to spend time with them. Yeah allowed. A little cyborg who didn’t even reach my hip was allowing me to spend time with him and my best friend. I kept waiting for the day he started grumbling and barking orders like Reaper.

  We were in the process of getting Caia to headquarters, too. Hester had volunteered to bring her here.

  Aria and I both felt having her here would keep her safe and out of Dr. Rosenfield’s clutches.

  Reaper had grumbled. Dax had whooped for joy and Viper was just excited to introduce Caia to the slide of death. I politely asked Hester to bring her down using the stairs when Viper wasn’t within hearing distance.

  Dr. Shaw had finally cornered Dax, demanding he show her the formula he used to bring me back to the land of the living. Dr. Shaw had run tests to make sure everything was working correctly and that there were no side-effects. Besides the pain of the initial injection, I felt perfect—more than perfect.

  I could run without getting winded which came in handy when you were engaging in marathon sex with a cyborg. I had also cut myself on accident one morning and, like magic, my skin sealed itself back together within seconds. If I hadn’t felt the bite of pain I would have thought the cut had never happened.

  I was me but upgraded, like superhero upgraded. I didn’t like how Dax had done it, but I wouldn’t take it back even if I could.

  Dash was sitting with Viper and Dax laughing about something; the sound of their shared laughter rang throughout the room.

  I felt my eyes go all dreamy.

  He really was the best thing I had ever found.

  Dash turned his head meeting my eyes, a goofy smile taking over his face, easily reading the look in my eyes.

  Viper gave Dash a playful punch to his arm.

  “She owns you, brother.” Viper shook his head in mock distaste. I knew it was mock distaste because I had caught him yesterday telling Floppity that he hoped he could find a human for his own someday.

  Dash’s smile widened. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Slipping in beside him, I wrapped my fingers around his, marveling at the beautiful way our skin looked together.

  Blue really was my favorite color.

  THE END

  Epilogue

  *Reaper*

  I prowled back and forth in front of her room. Their room. The two of them couldn’t be more of an odd pair.

  A mini military model and a human female.

  A human female I couldn’t stop thinking about.

  Worrying over.

  Obsessing over my brain chastised.

  Why do you care? Why does it bother you she’d rather spend her time with him than you?

  It shouldn’t. The tiny cyborg needed someone to watch over him and bond with. He had refused anything but brief contact with the other cyborgs, preferring to spend his time with Aria. In fact, the small cyborg never wanted to leave her side. He hid behind her whenever anybody came calling, urging her back inside with a simple tug on her pant leg. Aria followed almost every command the boy gave her.

  I wish she’d follow mine, my traitorous circuits quipped.

  My growl bounced off the tunnel walls, frustration and confusion building until I couldn’t take it any longer. Raising my fist, I knocked softly on the door.

  Instead of the usual grumble of I’m coming, the door flung wide open as a smile graced Aria’s lips. “Iris, I was wondering when you were...” Her eyes met mine and the smile disappeared like a puff of smoke. “Oh, it’s you,” disappointment rang in her voice. “What do you want now? Come to bug me with stupid questions or wait, I know, sit across from me and glare for twenty minutes while I refuse to talk about what happened? Or is this your ‘I knock and flee tactic’ where you bang on my door and when I ask what you want you say nothing and then take off?”

  I opened my
mouth to answer, but a small voice cut me off.

  “Is your friend back again?” The little face shone with anticipation and then he saw it was me, instead. He gave me the same look of disappointment Aria had.

  Was anybody happy to see me? The only one who smiled at my presence was Iris. I wasn’t truly convinced there wasn’t something wrong with her. Did someone drop her as a child? Carrying around children’s toys like treasures and passing them out like prized possessions didn’t equate to a high mental capacity.

  Iris had even convinced other cyborgs that they really were prized possessions. Viper, that grape colored idiot, kept one on his terminal, propped up against the screen. Whenever its ears flopped over, he would right them. Viper is the best technology model in his batch and now a lilac stuffed rabbit named Floppity sat in a premium location on his terminal. I didn’t understand it.

  But then, Reaper, why do you have a gray shark hiding in your pocket? A shark named Crunch who you resisted giving to the boy when the thought struck.

  You wanted to keep him; my mind taunted. I did not! I hissed back.

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned a shoulder against the wall. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but this visit is for none of the reasons you listed. I brought something for the boy.” I dropped my chin, staring at a miniature version of myself.

  Mini-Reaper stared right back. “What is it?” he asked, stepping out from behind Aria to see what I had brought.

  Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the shark and quickly showed it to him before I changed my mind.

  Aria’s eyes widened, a small smile returned to her lips. “Is that what I think it is? Holy crap! Where did you find a Beanie Baby? The only person in the universe who had them is Iris. Until Dash, they were her most favorite finds.”

  Something stuck in my throat. I coughed once trying to free whatever the offending object was. Guilt. Guilt stuck in my throat. How will Aria react when she learned I now had all of Iris’s prized Bennie Babies?