Being Green (Cyborg Sizzle Book 5) (5 page)

She didn’t have to ask. He pulled out to his tip and thrust forward, shaking her form. Frag. Her curves undulated under him, testing his resolve. He gritted his teeth, repeated the motion again and again and again.

“More, Green.” She bounced her boot heels against his clenched ass. “Fuck me harder, faster.”

He strove to obey her commands, to please his little human, conscious of his greater strength, not wishing to hurt her. Sweat trickled down his spine. He’d keep her safe, even from himself, cherish her the way she was meant to be cherished.

And he would come. Soon.

Green pistoned in and out of her, smacking his beleaguered balls against her skin. She lifted her hips, meeting him halfway, the power in her form impressing him. Although she was smaller, more delicate, she wasn’t weak, not in heart, not in spirit.

They rutted wildly on a surface of grass, under a sky sparkling with stars. The fire burning before them was surpassed by the heat between their bodies. Her skin shone, covered by a thin layer of perspiration. Brown curls framed her face. Her cries joined his grunts.

He plunged forward, lost in passion, in his Shelby. Her pussy constricted more and more around his shaft. Her arms and legs shook.

He wanted to feel her release around him. “Come for me.”

“Again?” Her eyes widened.

“Yes.”

She huffed her distress.

But she would do it. He’d give her no choice. Green drove into her and swiveled his hips, grinding against her clit. She shrieked and her pussy walls closed upon him.

“Frag,” he roared, pushing forward even more. Hot cum spurted from his cock, the spine-jarring hard pulses of release bringing an ecstasy he’d never known existed. His worlds spun. His ears buzzed. He poured everything he had into his female.

Shelby screamed louder, twisting under him, slapping his chest, fighting to be freed. Green pinned her hips to the ground, both his man and his machine demanding that he subdue her, make her his, never let her go.

“Mine.” He covered her lips with his, swallowing her cries, tasting her bliss.

Her shudders lessened, stopped, her body turning limp, lifeless. He nuzzled her neck, feeling her pulse slow.

“What was
that
?” Wonder lilted her words. “It wasn’t sex.”

“It was breeding.” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, maintaining their connection. “A cyborg claiming his female.”

“For now.” She rested her cheek on his chest.

“Forever.” Eventually she’d accept that, accept their bond and a future with him. Green stroked her hair, reveling in her softness. He’d waited his lifespan to meet her. He could wait a few more planet rotations for her to express her love.

Chapter Four

Shelby watched Green. Her huge cyborg walked the unseeded field to the right, tapping boulders with the toe of his boots, his eyes blazing bright blue with thought.

It had been thirty planet rotations since he first landed on Earth Minor. The ship now hovering above them had left, returned, left, returned again, and he remained.

He talked of offspring, of the future, of forever, and she was beginning to believe those words. She no longer dwelled solely on the past, on this planet rotation. She found herself sometimes envisioning the next planet rotation and the next after that.

That should have scared her. Usually, when she made plans, something horrible happened, hurting the beings around her.

But that was before she met Green. Now, everything was different. She had hope.

“If you wish, I could ask Zip and Barrel’s assistance to remove the boulders.” He lumbered to her side. “We could expand the garden, grow more of those tubers we baked last sunset.”

“Potatoes.” She smiled. He enjoyed ancient Earth food, devouring it with enthusiasm.

“Potatoes.” Green wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Heat radiated from his big body. He wore his flight suit. She’d donned one of her ancient Earth dresses, the skirt fluttering against his legs.

A butterfly floated by. They turned their heads in unison, tracking its flight. Shelby’s form folded into Green’s.

“Expanding the garden is a good idea,” she conceded, taking a chance on the future. She’d only planted enough crops for one being. Shelby placed her hand on her cyborg’s chest. And there were two of them now.

Perhaps they would have more beings to feed in the future. Green wanted offspring. She did also.

She envisioned little cyborgs with his black hair, gray skin, brilliant blue eyes. They’d follow their daddy around the fields, imitating his warrior swagger, his proud stance, his serious expression.

Her lips curled upward

The cyborg ship whizzed over their heads, heading for the Earth Minor landing site, and a sense of foreboding swept over Shelby.

Don’t overreact, she told herself. This could be a planned visit.

“Were you expecting Zip and Barrel this planet rotation?” She gazed up at Green, willing him to say yes, to tell her that his friends wanted to share the mid-planet-rotation meal or they had new insights on Windy’s origins.

This could be good news. Perhaps the males had found another one of Windy’s species. The plant would then be able to reproduce. They could fill a field with poppies.

“No, I wasn’t expecting our friends.” Green squashed her hopes.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Her trepidation increased. She dared to talk about the future and now those dreams would fall apart.

“We’ll see what they desire,” her cyborg grasped her hand and walked toward the site, shortening his stride to match hers.

Bees buzzed. Leaves rustled. Shelby couldn’t relax, fretting about the confrontation. This was the something bad she’d been waiting for. She squeezed Green’s fingers. She was certain about it.

Barrel and Zip waited by their ship. In the past, Green’s friends greeted them with smiles. Laughter glinted constantly in the good-natured males’ artificial eyes. This planet rotation, their lips were flat and their faces reflected that careful blankness cyborgs had perfected.

Shelby’s stomach twisted.

“Green, Green’s Shelby,” Barrel, the leader of the group, spoke first. “Vector contacted us.”

“He’s the captain of the Freedom,” Zip explained.

“Green has told me about him.” She nodded.

Vector, concerned about contagion, wouldn’t allow Windy on the Freedom or on the cyborg’s home planet. Green and his beloved plant had been forced to live on their small ship, orbiting in space. His friends had supported him, staying on the ship also.

“He requires our help.” Barrel met Green’s gaze. “The K models, the cyborgs manufactured to replace us, have escaped the Humanoid Alliance.”

“They’re young cyborgs.” Zip crossed his arms over his chest. “They confirmed that they removed their tracking devices but Vector worries that they might not have covered their trail. We’re closest to their current location. He wants us to meet with them, to ensure they’re not leading the humans straight to the Homeland.”

His friends needed him. Shelby nibbled on her bottom lip. He’d leave Earth Minor, leave her, realize he had missed the companionship of other cyborgs and never return. She’d be alone. Again. But this time, she’d be heartbroken.

“What are the odds that they’ll do that?” Green tilted his head to the side.

“I calculated that risk as being low.” Zip eased one of her fears. Green wouldn’t be in danger. “They might be young, but even young cyborgs know when they’re being followed. The guidance system on the ship they’ve commandeered would have informed them of any nearby ships.”

“Vector is being cautious.” Barrel’s lips twisted.

“As he is with Windy.” Green dipped his head. “Which sector are they in?”

They talked. Shelby pressed her lips together, swallowing the wild urge to ask Green to stay with her. He had to accompany his friends, help his kind. That was the type of honorable male he was. She understood that.

But she didn’t want to spend a planet rotation without him. His nanocybotics bubbled within her. He was a part of her now.

He was more important than her planet, than her mission, than maintaining the botanic history of ancient Earth.

He was even more important than the safety of the past.

She had to leave with him. She straightened. She’d rejoin the hectic, noisy modern world, risking the unknown future, sacrificing everything she’d built to be with the male she loved.

“I’ll go prepare,” she broke into their conversation about energy sources.

“My Shelby.” Green reached out to grab her.

She twisted out of his grip, hiked up her skirt and ran to their domicile, passing her mother’s rosebushes. She’d take clippings with her, keep that legacy alive.

Green would want Windy to join them on the mission also. He never went anywhere without his much loved plant.

The poppy had been planted in one of the gardens, had spread her roots. She’d require a larger container.

And ash. That addition to the soil had caused Windy to flourish. Shelby would fill another container with the remnants of last sunset’s fire.

She rummaged through her newly organized storage chamber. Green had placed all of the open plant containers together. The containers that could be sealed were stored in another location. That made locating her hoarded objects easy.

She’d be leaving them behind when they left the planet. Would some other being find them, care for her domicile, her gardens? She grasped the needed containers and trudged outside. Would this being realize the significance of the plants, cater to their specific requirements, feel the emotional bond she did to them, to Earth Minor?

Her predecessor had recorded the plants’ needs. She’d tweaked his findings. Would the newcomer take the time to peruse their data?

If there was a newcomer. Green had been the first being she’d seen in eight solar cycles. By then, her plants would have either flourished or died.

She might be sacrificing their life spans for this one chance at happiness.

Shelby scooped the ashes into the container, ignoring the guilt gnawing at her insides. She loved her plants, her planet, but she loved Green more.

She chose him. She—

Her thoughts stuttered to a stop as the cyborg ship lifted off. Green was on that ship. She stared, stunned, as the vessel zoomed into the sky above her. He hadn’t asked her to join him, hadn’t said good-bye, hadn’t kissed her one last time.

He’d
left
her.

Without a backward glance, without a word.

Her legs collapsed under her. She fell silently, numb, lifeless. Her knees hit soft ground and a cloud of dust puffed upward. She had been willing to give up everything for him. He wasn’t willing to delay his adventure for her.

He might have said the words, might have believed them himself, but he hadn’t loved her, not truly, not enough.

A part of her, a small silly irrational compartment in her heart refused to believe this truth. It was unable to accept the facts, even though she’d seen his departure with her own eyes, had heard the roar of the ship.

She waited for him to return, to tell her it was all a mistake.

Because she loved him. He had to love her back. This was Green. He didn’t lie. He couldn’t. He was a cyborg, one of the most honorable males she’d ever met.

She couldn’t lose him, couldn’t lose everything, not again. She wouldn’t survive.

Shelby bowed her head. A teardrop trickled down her cheek. She gazed unseeingly at the ground.

“Are you damaged, my female?”

That sounded like… No. She shook her head. It couldn’t be. He was gone.

“My Shelby?” Her grief-spawned hallucination persisted.

“You’re.” She looked upward and her words stopped. Green peered at her, his rugged face creased with concern, his energy-infused blue eyes glowing. “You’re not gone.”

How was that possible?

She lifted her gaze skyward. “But the ship departed. I saw it ascend.” She glanced at him. She hadn’t imagined him. He remained on Earth Minor, standing before her. “Why are you here?”

His forehead wrinkled. “You’re here. Windy is here. Where else would I be?”

She brushed her fingers over her moist cheeks. “Your friends approached you, needing your help.”

“My friends didn’t require my help. They were concerned that their extended absence might put our homeland at risk.” Green grasped her shoulders and pulled her upward, gliding her body along his. “We’ll no longer have access to our ship’s monitoring of the surrounding space. We won’t know if a threat approaches our planet.”

“Our planet?” She was confused. Which planet was he referring to?

“Earth Minor.” Red bloomed across his cheekbones. “I’m aware that I should have discussed this with you, my female. I was waiting for the proper time. But Barrel and Zip want to claim your planet also.”

“They want to live here?”

He nodded. “They have an emotional bond with Windy, with me, and now with you. When they find their females, they plan to build their own domiciles and raise their offspring here.”

They’d choose isolation also. She looked around her at the greenery, the blue sky, the bees buzzing from flower to flower, letting this new vision of the future sink into her mind.

Green hadn’t left her. He was here. And his friends would return, perhaps with females. They’d live close, visit often, be part of their lives.

That future wasn’t dark or frightening. It felt good, right.

“Zip claims the planet can sustain the additional beings.”

“It can,” she confirmed.

Another silence stretched.

“What are your thoughts, my female?” Green grasped her hands. “Your happiness is my number one priority. If you want the planet to remain ours alone, I’ll tell them to settle somewhere else.”

“You’d do that?” She tilted her head back and gazed up at him. “You’d choose me over your friends, males whom you’ve fought with, escaped with?”

“You’re my female,” he said that as though it explained everything. “I would do anything for you. I’d die for you.”

His cyborg meant every word he said. Anything she asked of him, he’d do. His power was hers. Warmth spread across her chest. “I love you.”

Energy surged in his eyes, lighting them a brilliant blue. “You love me?”

“I love you.” She smiled. “I’ve loved you for planet rotations, but I was scared to say the words, to believe.” She cupped his face, her fingers golden against his gray skin. “Then I thought you were leaving me and that scared me even more.”

“I’d never leave you.” He turned his head, pressed a kiss in the center of her palms, his lips firm. “Parting from you would be like parting from my arm or my processors. You’re a piece of me, essential for me to function, required for my soul’s peace, my heart’s beating, my—”

She pressed her breasts against his chest and he stopped talking, his body hardening, his muscles flexing. Shelby grinned. He wanted her. She rolled her hips, brushing them against his.

“My Shelby.” Green swooped downward, captured her lips. She gasped, surprised by his enthusiasm and he filled her mouth with his tongue, taste, nanocybotics.

This was what she craved—his kiss, his touch, the feel of his body against hers. She pushed closer to him, cradling his tongue with hers. He threaded his fingers through her messy curls, holding her tight.

Her parents, much loved and never to be forgotten, had once planned a great future for her, the stewardship of two prosperous agri lots, the joining of two families, a lifetime with a boy every being liked and who she considered her best friend.

After that had been taken from her, she’d thought there was nothing left. She had retreated into the safety of the past, hiding her loneliness under the burden of responsibility.