Cyborg Nation by Kaitlyn O'Connor (english readers TXT) 📗

body and she was hot and wet and desperate when he had satisfied his interest in her breasts and moved lower.

She began to tug at him, trying to urge him to inter her. When he ignored that, continuing to explore her belly with his lips, she shifted to spread her thighs around his hips, arching her mound against his chest. Instead of seizing the opportunity she offered to sheath himself inside of her, he slipped lower still, pushing her thighs wide and covering her sex with his mouth. She sucked in a harsh breath when she felt the heat of his mouth on her clit. The faintly rough texture of his tongue as he strummed it seemed to force the air from her lungs.

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, savoring the feel of him for many moments, feeling her body tighten, her senses expand and then focus on the delicious tug of his mouth. The sensations intensified swiftly to nearly unbearable. She began to moan instead of merely to pant for breath, to writhe and lift to meet his mouth. The sense of urgency and anticipation grew until she felt herself struggling to try to fight against the tide carrying her away. From one moment to the next she was torn between the desire to beg him to stop and drive his cock into her and the equal want for him not to stop at all.

She did both, pulling at him to urge him to take her one moment, holding his head to her the next. And then the decision was ripped from her grasp. A keen cry tore from her throat as her body abruptly seized so hard it forced the air from her lungs and then began to convulse in hard waves as she came until she was screaming, so caught up in the rapturous spasms she was hardly aware of the hands that settled on her face.

“Will you contract with me?”

She managed to open one eye a crack and discovered Jerico’s face hovering above hers. “Oh!” she gasped sharply as another wave hit her.

“Is that a yes?”

Mindless as she was at that moment, her brain seized on the only thing supplied that might end the distraction. “Yes!” she screamed. “Yes!”

She slumped into grateful semi-consciousness as the spasms finally began to dissipate and Gabriel ceased to torture her clit and shifted over her. She groaned again as she felt his cock probing her and then thrusting inside of her. There was a dull, meaty thud and she opened her eyes, trying to focus them as Gabriel scooped her shoulders into his arms and began thrusting into her.

Jerico was on the floor, but he noticed she’d opened her eyes and sat up again. “You will agree to contract?” he asked again, trying to wedge his head between her and Gabriel.

“Yes!” she grunted out as Gabriel found his rhythm and began to drive into her in hard, deep thrusts.

“I have the contract! It is only the basic form, but I have looked it over and I think this will do.”

Her eyes crossed as Gideon shoved Jerico aside and held up the tablet for her to look at it. “I … can’t … read … it,” she grunted out testily in counter to Gabriel’s thrusts as they forced the air from her lungs.

He frowned. “Are you not done yet, Gabriel? Never mind. I will read it.”

“Oh god!” Bronte groaned, uncertain of whether it was more from irritation at the distraction or because Gabriel, prompted to hurry, was about to buckle her spine.

Gabriel’s ragged, desperate breaths near her ear drowned out most of the drone of Gideon’s voice. Between that distraction and the fact that she discovered Jerico had merely stepped back to watch, she should have been too diverted to enjoy anything Gabriel was doing to her. Contrary to all logic, however, or maybe just because her body could not be distracted from enjoying it even if her mind could, she discovered she was climbing toward climax again a handful of seconds before it hit, crashing through her even harder than her first had.

She squeezed her eyes closed, uttered a choked cry and then a series of high pitched keens as the waves rocked her. Gabriel shuddered, groaned, and climaxed on top of hers, settling weakly against her as the last shockwaves of his release went through him.

Through the warming afterglow of pleasure, she heard Gideon’s voice.

“…. Automatically renewable after the full term of seven years if undisputed, void if disputed by either party. Will that suit you, Bronte?”

Dragging in a decent breath, finally, Bronte cracked one eye open and struggled to focus on Gideon’s face. “Wha…?”

He knelt down. “Will this suit?”

She opened her other eye, struggled to keep them from crossing and finally closed one eye again. “I missed the first part,” she said with an effort.

He frowned and looked down at the tablet irritably. “I will just hit the high spots. This is too much to read again. Unless you want to read it yourself?”

“No,” Bronte responded, beginning to recover enough to feel a flicker of annoyance. “Is there a clause for early termination in case one of the parties discovers they are completely incompatible with another member of the party?”

Gideon frowned as he looked it over. “Yes,” he said finally, obviously completely oblivious to her discontent. “One year.”

“Good! Now go away—both of you!”

Jerico frowned, then slid a speculative glance at Gabriel. “He is done. Gabriel should leave and then I can ask you again about contracting with me without him to distract you.”

Bronte gave him a look, uncertain for several moments if he was serious or not. It dawned on her fairly quickly, however, than none of the three had any tact whatsoever, or any sense of humor. He was not only serious, he had no inkling that it wasn’t welcome at the moment, and obviously neither he nor Gideon saw anything at all wrong with discussing business while she was being ‘pleasured’.

That was way more than just