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Brushing the tears from her eyes, she turned back to face Stalker. “I want to see it. I want to see the burnt wreck of my flyer.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“That’s not it. I just need to see it… I guess to say ‘goodbye.’ That flyer was the only thing I owned that was worth anything.”
“Okay.” Stalker quickly folded up the plastic blanket small enough to stow in his cargo compartment. “I’ll take you. It’s not far.”
He liked the sky cycle for its versatility, that allowed him to travel over any landscape whether or not there were roads where he wanted to go. For this trip, he just extended the wings to fly higher over the landscape.
Most cyborgs didn’t wear helmets because their skulls were steel alloy reinforced. Not so for a normal human.
Stalker pulled Neely’s helmet out of the compartment where he stowed the plastic blanket. “You were wearing this when I pulled you out. You probably should wear it; in case we get into trouble.”
She nodded and took it from him while he climbed on the cycle. He waited for her to climb on behind him before starting the engine. A harness slithered out from the backrest to secure Neely on the seat.
She was glad to wear the helmet because it blocked out his scent playing havoc with her libido. If he were anyone but a cyborg, she might just fuck him to get him out of her system. But she had no idea how to fight the genetics in play.
Chapter Four
They reached the crash site in fifteen minutes, and Stalker landed his sky cycle beside it. Although heavily charred, Neely could tell it was indeed her flyer. The rear cargo compartment that sat directly over the engine was completely gone, along with the ten ion rifles.
Neely walked a wide circle around the wreck, and none of the pieces of metal and plastic were identifiable. “Damn you, Colton Price!” she yelled, ending with a sob. Angry tears ran down her cheeks.
Stalker came to stand in front of her. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and soothe her tears away. “I’m sorry. Your plane was already going down when he got in range for us to shoot him down.”
“I don’t get it,” she sniffed. “Price knows my flyer, and he knew I was taking weapons to Stone.”
Stalker frowned. He and the other two cyborgs figured she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. If Price knew her plane and her mission and shot her down anyway, he meant to stop her from delivering the guns. Was he a double agent playing both sides of the fence?
“If he knew it was you, he shot down your plane on purpose, not by mistake.”
“But we both work for the Overlords….”
“And he stopped you from making your delivery to the overlord.” Stalker finished.
“Are you saying he’s a spy?”
“I can only speculate based on his actions. Cyborg Command didn’t give me any more than I told you.” Stalker rested his hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry you lost your plane,” he said gently, but he was not sorry she had to stop smuggling to the overlords.
Neely wiped the tears from her eyes. “Damn it, I hate crying. I am just so angry.”
“I see that.” Stalker paused and looked into her eyes, glancing at her parted lips. He wanted to kiss her so badly. “Smuggling is no life for you. You could have died in the explosion if we hadn’t pulled you out.”
He held her face between his hands. “You could come to California and work for me at Protector rate….”
“I barely even know you. You’re a law enforcer, and I am a law breaker. How is that going to work?”
Stalker sensed she was about to pull back from him, so he kissed her. He caressed her lips gently at first, then ran the tip of his tongue between her lips. Neely hesitated, so Stalker teased her with butterfly kisses until she reached up and held his head, kissing him back in earnest.
Neely never said she didn’t want him. Being close to him was driving her crazy. She worried about encouraging him. She knew he wanted forever, and she didn’t know if she could give him that. She was used to looking out for herself and didn’t normally do relationships.
She opened her mouth to his tongue, swirling her tongue around his. Delicious sensations rippled through her body, making her nipples and clit throb with want. Neely wasn’t quite sure whether she pressed her body against his or whether he pulled her against him. He felt wonderful, and she felt wanton and impetuous.
Kissing him back would only encourage him. Yet she couldn’t find it in herself to pull back… To deny herself the pleasure of his embrace. She wound her arms around his neck, caressing his head.
He lifted her off the ground, so they were chest to chest, squeezing her breasts against his hard muscles and pressing her throbbing pussy against his hard cock. She wrapped her legs around him loosely, willing herself not to grind her mons against his erection.
Neely had been kissed before but never withhisattention to her pleasure. And she found herself responding in kind. Her whole body was trembling with need when Stalker finally pulled his lips from hers. She moaned a sigh, tempted to pull him back in for another kiss.
