“This is where I was sitting when you took me away,” I say. My breath fogs just slightly in the Georgia winter night, still much warmer than Christmas should be. Kye squeezes my knee and I feel him take a breath to respond, but I speak first. “Best thing that ever happened to me.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head and then smooths out my hair, his fingertips trailing up my knee and onto my inner thigh. His fingers pick up that steady vibration I’ve come to know so well, and I melt into his touch.
“I used to do this too, you know,” he says quietly. “Before.”
That ‘before’ is loaded with meaning, and I squeeze his knee in response. He doesn’t talk much about his life before the crash that made him a cyborg--before he was taken captive by the Merati. I wait for him to continue or to stop completely, and it surprises me when he keeps going.
“My dad died in Vietnam,” he says, “so we didn’t have a lot growing up. I shared a room with my little brother and I used to go out to the roof just to be alone. I wanted so badly to get away.”
I almost tell him I understand, but it occurs to me that I don’t; my mom left me with a rich father in a mansion, not sharing a room in a tiny house.
“It sounds like you really love them, though,” I say.
He pulls away, looking down at me, his eyes unfocused. He’s still a little tipsy, but coming back to himself now. “I did...I do,” he says. “But how do you explain being gone for ten years when your family had already lost everything?”
We’re so close now that our lips are mere centimeters away, and his hand comes up to hold my cheek. “It wasn’t your fault,” I whisper. “But I...I’m so glad you found me.”
His chest thrums with the steady beat of an organic heart in his metal exoskeleton, making my skin tingle. “Come here,” he growls.
He’s kissing me hard a second later, the movement jerky and impulsive. He tastes like Nereus, like flowers and the sea, and I think about the two of them together as he pushes me back into the blanket underneath us, the fleece soft under my bare legs. Kye splays his hand across my inner thigh and doesn’t waste any time in pressing his finger to my core through my underwear, making me moan as my hips jerk toward him.
“I feel like we haven’t been together in years,” he says. “Fuck, I miss you.”
All I can do is groan when he crushes his mouth to mine again, his tongue sliding over my lips as his finger works against my panties. I’m soaked through, desperately thrusting my hips into his grasp to seek out the vibration from his metal parts, his digits hard and demanding against me. Kye chuckles as he pulls the fabric aside to slide his finger up my folds, then dips one inside.
I buck into his hand hard, throwing my head back against the roof. My eyes shoot open to stare into the blue and silver of the night sky, chasing the nebula out past our solar system. That’s where I feel safe and comfortable now: out there, with my men. But Kye is right here, dragging me back down to Earth, and I whimper when my orgasm rushes over me, setting my whole body on fire.
“Ah!” I cry, and Kye presses his mouth to mine, swallowing my pleasure and holding tight to my pussy, never relenting even as we risk being caught. He finally pulls out his finger, and I groan as he licks it clean, pulling my panties down my legs and tossing them out of reach before going for his own pants.
“Don’t get too loud or they’ll catch us,” he laughs. Then his body covers mine, his eyes glimmering in the Christmas lights along the edge of the house. “It almost seems like you want to get caught.”
“You’re the one who jerked off Nereus at the party,” I tease, and his eyes widen.
“How did you…”
“He told me,” I say. “And even if he hadn’t, I can taste him on your tongue...now kiss me again, Kye.”
His hips roll against mine at the suggestion, and then his hand scrambles for purchase, pulling himself free. Kye’s human skin is hot with desire, the metal exoskeleton covering parts of his body cool to the touch, and the strangeness of him strikes me with a deep familiarity that makes me feel at home.
“I love you,” I whisper, cut off by him entering me swiftly, his hard cock filling me up and vibrating with the mechanical movement of his complex exoskeleton. I groan and writhe underneath him, my mouth open in a silent scream as he tends to me, kissing a line down my throat.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls in my ear. “You’re dripping for me, princess.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” I rush out, and then he spears into me again, his hips pistoning deeper. “Ah...Kye…”
“You’re gonna wake the neighbors,” he says with a chuckle, but his own voice wavers, and he silences us both with a kiss as he starts to move.
They’re all so different...Nereus, Kye, Taln, Ryker. But Kye is always my favorite when I want soft kisses and savage lust, his lips soothing down my neck while his preternaturally hard cock thrusts into me over and over again. I gasp out a harsh breath when he latches onto my neck, knowing he’s going to give me a hickey and not giving a damn. I lick my lips and find Nereus there, and I claw at Kye’s back as he increases his pace, the vibration feeling like it’s shooting up my throat and back again.
“Oh my...Kye, I’m going to--”
I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence. My orgasm shakes me so hard that I slam one of my fists down on the roof, my legs coming up to clench around him. He normally holds out longer, but I know he’s still riled up from his encounter with Nereus, and he comes with a desperate and muffled cry into my neck, both of us shaking.
He combs his fingers through my hair before rolling off of me and doing up his pants, looking over with an easy smile. He’s got little lines at the corners of his eyes that crease when he grins, and I sweep my knuckles gently over them as I roll onto my side.
“We should get back down there,” I say. “I don’t want Nereus to feel left out.”
“Neither do I,” he chuckles, and buttons his pants.
“Now where are my underwear…?”
“I think I threw them down on the balcony,” he says with a blush, and then sits up. “I’ll get them--see you down there?”
I nod, then watch as his slender frame slips back off the roof, his feet landing on the balcony with a thud. I shimmy my skirt back down over my hips, then ball up the blanket to throw it down on the balcony, only to hear a name that makes my blood run cold.
“Um...hi, Vanessa,” Kye says. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
Silence falls over them, and I hold my breath. Hopefully she thinks he was just up here for a little fresh air. But then I bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Fiona, come down here,” she says. “I know you’re up there.”
I wince and crawl back down with a flash of shame, feeling like a little kid again. I was never allowed on the roof during my childhood, but I came up here anyway--and this isn’t the first time Vanessa has chastised me and forced me down--but I’ve never had a man up here with me. I slip onto the balcony next to Kye as Vanessa crosses her arms, her mouth twisting in a sneer.
“I figured Santa Claus hadn’t come early,” she says. “Now let’s go get Nereus. I don’t think your prince is going to like you sleeping with his pilot.”