Falling for Sky (Cyborg Seduction Book 11) Read online

  Cybernetics. That opened a whole lot of questions in her mind. What isn’t real on him? God…is his dick synthetic? Is he like a sex bot? She’d never paid for one to service her body, but she knew many women did. They had male units available to rent on Earth.

  She wasn’t even sure if he’d enjoy sex the way humans did.

  Go for it, a little voice in her mind urged. Four years, it reminded her. Four long, lonely years.

  Sky couldn’t miss the way Mick’s cheeks pinkened and her brown eyes darkened as she peered at him. Her fingers dropped the berry back into the bowl and she stilled.

  “Are you well?” Concern made him worry. The berries weren’t an Earth fruit. Perhaps she was having an adverse effect from Garden’s food. “Mick?”

  She shook her head but then nodded. “I’m fine.”

  “Are you certain? I could call a medic.”

  “No. I’m good.” She placed the bowl back on the tray.

  “You’re full?”

  She took a deep breath and her shoulders tensed. “We need to talk.”

  “We are.”

  Her cheeks pinkened more. “Um, I don’t even know how to say this.”

  “Just say it,” he urged, still concerned. “Are you feeling sick, Mick? Are you nauseous? I should have considered your dietary restrictions before introducing you to fresh food again. You’ve probably lived on dried rations or the paste supplements. You mentioned the pills.”

  “It’s not the food Sky. I’m fine. I have a cast-iron stomach.”

  He understood what that term meant, grateful at that moment to know so many Earth sayings. Her digestive system wasn’t prone to being sensitive.

  She adjusted on the bed to face him more, her hands gripping the bottom edge of his borrowed shirt, pulling it down to hold it in place and cover her pussy. He noticed her pale, soft-looking thighs a little too much and forced his gaze up. Her eyes were so expressive. He liked that. Though, at the moment, she seemed uncertain and a little afraid.

  “Just talk to me, Mick. We are friends. You may say anything. There’s no reason to be afraid. I’d never hurt you.”

  “I believe you.”

  No deception or hesitation on her part was detected. “Good.”

  Her gaze lowered to his chest. “Um…you’re interested in sex, right?”

  His heart rate increased. “I am.” He wasn’t going to deny it.

  She glanced up, held his gaze, then dropped it back to his chest. “Okay.”

  He winced inwardly. She wasn’t comfortable with him wanting her. “It’s not required, Mick. I didn’t save you for that reason. I am attracted to you, but I’d never force the issue or want you to feel pressed into agreement.”

  “I meant okay as in…we can do that. I’m just a little, um, worried.”

  “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  She licked her lips. “I just have some questions first, I guess.”

  “Ask me anything.” Sky’s dick stirred without him even activating his sex drive. She was going to allow him to touch her. He wished she seemed more eager, but he was happy to work on that.

  Her cheeks remained too pink—and he suddenly understood.

  “There’s no reason to be embarrassed or shy.”

  She smiled, and his dick hardened more. She took his breath away. Mick wasn’t beautiful in what humans considered the “classical sense” but she was still the most attractive woman he’d ever met. Even the amusement that sparked in her eyes aroused him.

  “I’m afraid to ask because I don’t want you to think I’m an idiot or possibly insult you. I just don’t know anything about cyborgs.”

  It was hard for him to think beyond the fact that she’d allow him to touch her. He wanted to—badly. He pushed that desire back, though, and tried to assess any concerns she may have.

  “Are you afraid I’ll get you pregnant?”

  Her mouth parted, utterly stunned.

  “That wasn’t one of your questions?”

  “No, but it should have been.” She relaxed and gave a small laugh. “That’s a good one to ask, right? An unplanned pregnancy would be bad.”

  “Most cyborgs require shots to activate their sperm in order to do that.”

  Her shock was apparent yet again. “You can have kids?”

  “Yes. Cyborgs breed.”

  “Wow.” She paused. “Do you have any children?”

  Sky got control of his features to prevent giving away his emotions. “I’m not in a family unit. That’s what we call marriage. I’m single, Mick. I live alone. I’m not dating anyone.”

  He avoided answering her direct question. The last thing he wanted to do was explain breeding pacts, and how he’d donated his genetic material but didn’t have access to the resulting children. She’d be horrified, perhaps even disgusted by the laws that had been implemented because some males were sterile. It was imperative that cyborgs thrive. That meant ensuring there were future generations.

  Mick swiped her forehead with her hand, grinning. “I don’t want to go to bed with you, and then find out I helped you cheat on someone.”

  She dropped her hand to her lap again, not gripping the shirt this time…not hiding her body from him anymore. He longed to reach over and touch her. Just the idea of placing his fingertips on her inner thigh and inching them higher was torment.

  “I’m free to pursue a serious relationship with you.” He didn’t want to scare her off by immediately offering to join a family unit. He wasn’t required to sleep with cyborg females, since his DNA was considered overused. It meant he could promise monogamy, hoping that would be enough if their relationship progressed the way he wanted.

  She seemed surprised by his statement.

  “I’m still Sky,” he gently reminded her. “I’m the same person you’ve been talking to. I’m just a cyborg instead of a freighter captain.”

  “Okay. That brings us to the thing I’m avoiding.” Her cheeks turned pink again. “Physically, um…how is this going to work?”

  Amusement flashed through him, and he stopped monitoring his expressions when he allowed the grin to stretch across his face. “It would work. What are your concerns?”

  She looked adorable with her cheeks that color, and the way her gaze continually lowered to his chest. Shyness in a female was new to him—and he liked it. Cyborg females were very direct and blunt. That wasn’t always a good thing to his way of thinking, remembering the ones he’d known intimately.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You do. Speak freely, Mick.” He wanted to hear her say it. He wasn’t sure if his size concerned her or if it was his coloring.

  Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and she glanced up, held his gaze briefly, then dropped hers again. “Is everything on you real? I mean, can you feel touch? Enjoy it?”

  Sky tried not to laugh, he truly did, but couldn’t hold back. “I’m flesh and blood, Mick.”

  He reached out slowly and put his finger under her chin, gently pushing it up. She didn’t jerk away from his touch. Her gaze lifted to his. They stared at each other for long seconds.

  “You’re not like a sex bot? I mean, I know you’re a person, but physically, are you like them? I mean, your body? I get that your mind is yours.”

  “I was created inside a laboratory.” His humor faded. Would she reject him? “We’re grown like clones with enhanced genetics. My bone density is stronger than yours. I heal faster.” He paused, debating on what to tell her. “We also have added cybernetics. I have implants inside my brain that can control my emotions, turn off pain sensors to parts of my body, and I can control certain body functions.” He raised his other hand, showing it to her. “I lost four fingers in a lab accident. I saved the life of a friend. They appear real, but they are flesh grown over robotics.”

  She reached out with both hands and touched his fingers.

  He wanted to groan. Her fingers were soft and hesitant. He wished she were exploring another part of his body.

  “I woul