The following morning, while they were getting ready to join the community for breakfast, Bretdon turned to look at her.
“Will you be working with that guy today?” he asked, in a tone intended to be plain, but she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the idea.
“I guess. I’ll be working with the engineering team, and he’s part of it,” she replied, in a calm tone. She had no interest in Jonathan, but it was nice knowing Bretdon cared enough for her as to feel some sort of jealousy.
“I don’t like him. I would appreciate if you stayed away from him, as much as possible. There’s something about him I really don’t like,” he said in a stern tone.
She could have protested his request, but she could tell the feeling was sincere, and she had no interest in hurting him in any way.
“I’ll be there to work, nothing else, believe me. But I’ll do as you say,” she assured him. “Will you be training the warriors with Kirkcal?”
“Yes, that’s the plan. We’ll also dedicate some time to study the camp’s plans, to find the best way to get in,” he informed her.
“I would love to see those, too,” she said, even knowing his answer in advanced.
“I don’t want you anywhere near that camp, Ophelia. Please, trust me, I’ll get your mother out of there.”
“I know that it’s just very frustrating not being able to do anything other than wait.”
“I know, and I understand the way you feel. But, if things don’t go as planned, I want to be sure you’ll be safe.”
“It doesn’t seem fair, you’ll expose yourself to save my mother.”
“Just remember if it weren’t for you meeting me, your mother wouldn’t be at that camp in the first place,” he interrupted her.
“This is not your fault or mine. This is just part of the government’s game to keep all of us under their control,” she retorted, in a grumpy tone.
“Ophelia, I’m trained, warrior. You don’t even know how to use a gun.” He raised his hand when she opened her mouth to talk. “Yes, I’m well aware you could learn, but you need to let me do this for you.” He cupped her face and kissed her forehead.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “I just want this to be over as soon as possible.”
“I know, and in a couple of weeks, it will be over, believe me. We’ll get your mother and a few other people out of that camp.”
She leaned forward and rested her forehead on his broad chest, as he wrapped his arms tightly around her for a few moments.
After breakfast, Bretdon watched Ophelia leave the main room accompanied by a small group of engineers, with Jonathan right next to her. The frown on his expression became deeper, and only Kirkcal’s chuckle right next to him was able to make him look away.
“What?” he barked at his new friend.
“If looks could kill, that poor guy would be lying in a puddle of blood,” Kirkcal replied, in a teasing tone.
“He’s after her. I can smell his pheromones each time he’s next to her,” he grumbled.
“My dear friend, it doesn’t matter, she only has eyes for you. He’s no threat to you,” his friend assured him, patting his back.
Bretdon snorted. “I could easily squeeze him underneath my foot, of course, he’s no threat to me. I just hate seeing him drooling around my woman,” he snarled, through gritted teeth.
“I’m starting to understand exactly how you feel,” his friend said, with a stern tone.
Surprised, Bretdon turned to look at Kirkcal, but his friend’s attention was fixed on someone else. Lovely Marian was still sitting at a table chatting with some friends, apparently oblivious to Kirkcal’s attention.
“She’s a beautiful woman,” he said, with a perceptive smile on his face. It felt good knowing he wasn’t the only one troubled by a human female.
“Yes, she is, and I’m sure she wouldn’t want anything to do with a fugitive cyborg, someone her people don’t even consider human,” he said, in a cold tone, turning around and walking towards the training area.
Bretdon followed him with furrowed eyebrows. “Why do you assume that?”
“Well, it’s the truth,” the other man grumbled.
“Have you tried?”
“I wouldn’t know where to start. My only female company so far has been the androids they used to send to the camps to entertain us,” he said with a husky tone.
Bretdon nodded, understanding his friend’s situation. Though he had a bit more experience, he wouldn’t wish that kind of experience to anyone. It had been demeaning and quite frustrating.
“Just talk to her. Let her know you’re a lot more than the machine they say we are. Show her you have feelings,” he suggested, patting his friend’s shoulder.
“Do you think it’s worth it? With luck, we could be out of here in a few weeks,” he said, shrugging.
“I think we’ll be here at least, a few months. With no way to contact the others, we’re stranded here until the engineers find a way to fix the transmitters we brought back,” Bretdon explained. “Besides, you could always take her with you.”
“Will you take Ophelia?” Kirkcal asked, sounding surprised.
“Of course, I am. I sure as hell, won’t leave her behind,” he replied, with a firm tone. “That was always my intention, and nothing has changed.”
“I hadn't considered that a possibility,” Kirkcal admitted.
“Go for it. You have more to offer than you think, trust me,” Bretdon encouraged him.
“I’ll think about it.”
They spent the rest of the day training with the group of soldiers, in some sort of training camp, a few miles away from the caves. By the time they returned to the caves, the sun was going down on the horizon, and the men around them looked tired and hungry.
“You look as if you haven't done a thing,” James grumbled, as they walked through the woods.
“I’ve been upgraded to have a lot more resistance and endurance than the average soldier,” Bretdon reminded him.
“I heard they used nanocybots,” he commented, sounding intrigued.
“Yes, that’s true.”
“Perhaps, they should start using them in all of the soldiers,” he suggested, with a slight frown.
“They can’t control the nanocybots once they are inside our body. Though they have predetermined programming, they have the ability of learning and making decisions. They are able to multiply themselves, and we believe they can upgrade as well. There’s no way of knowing what they will do once they are released into the human body,” Bretdon explained.
James listened to him in silence. “I believe I would be willing to take my chances. It’s probably not something everyone should do, but I’m sure I would like to have it done to me,” the man revealed, with evident longing in his tone.
“After the government tried that on Jarcor, they decided it’s not something they’re willing to try again. They were never able to control him the way they controlled the rest of us and that, my friend, was far from what they wanted,” Kirkcal replied, with a scowl.
“Well, it’s a pity,”
“I’m not sure of that. The world is unprepared for that many cyborgs,” Bretdon said, with an ironic smile.
James let out a loud laugh. “Well, yes, I’m sure of that too.”
When Bretdon reached his cave, Ophelia was already there, waiting for him. She had taken a bath and was wearing only her robe, as she lay on the bed, reading something on an electronic reader.
“Hi, how was your day?” she asked, with a welcoming smile as he got in.
Bretdon’s nostrils flared the minute he walked in the room. He could smell the other man’s presence in the room. Stiffening, he crossed his arms over his chest and slightly spread his legs, shoulder wide.
“It was fine, thank you, what about yours?” he asked in a cold tone.
Ophelia dropped the electronic reader and sighed. Her day hadn't been what she had expected at all. And all thanks to Jonathan.
He had convinced himself Bretdon was forcing Ophelia to stay with him and he was determined to rescue her from the claws of the evil cyborg. He had been on her back all day long, talking nonsenses and exhausting her patience. When she finally decided to end the day and return to her room, he decided to walk her there, even though she insisted she didn’t need any company.
Once at the room, she tried to tell him goodbye at the curtain, but he ignored her words and entered the room. By then, she was extremely distressed , but the straw that broke the camel's back was him trying to kiss her.
She had yelled at him and pushed him away from her, but he seemed convinced she was only protecting him from Bretdon.
“It was alright, I guess. We spent the day scanning the devices we brought from the colony and learning a bit more about them,” she explained, when Bretdon asked later, avoiding his gaze.
His expression didn’t encourage her to confide in him. “What about your coworkers? Did you enjoy working with them?”
There was sarcasm in his tone, and she frowned, looking at him. “Why don’t you ask me a straight question, Bret? It’s not like you beating around the bush,” she grumbled.
He snorted his displeasure, and she frowned more intensely.
“You want a straight question? Why the hell am I able to scent that a man has been in our room?” he asked testily.
She gulped and tried to find the best answer to the only question she hadn't been waiting for. She had forgotten his enhanced sense of smell.
“He insisted on accompanying me here, that’s all,” she tried to explain, as she jumped out of bed.
He closed the distance between them with a couple of strides. “His scent is all over you, Ophelia.”
She sighed, impatient. “I know, the man spent the whole day sniffing my back. I did all I could to send him away without being rude, but he didn’t take the hints,” she finally admitted, jumping startled when he growled his rage.
“I knew it. I’ll smash the little worm,”
Ophelia grabbed him before he left the room to hunt down the other man. “You’ll do no such thing. I’ll handle this, by my own terms. He has the wrong idea about us, but I’ll make sure to tell him in the morning how things are,” she said, struggling to control the trembling in her voice.
“I’m sure he’ll get the message a lot faster if it comes from me,” he insisted.
“Bret, we’re guests here. These people are helping us getting my mother out of that camp. The last thing we need right now is this kind of incident,” she retorted, cupping his face. “I’ll handle this, I promise.”
There was a thick silence between them before he finally nodded. “Very well, but if he refuses to understand, I will have a small talk with him.”
“Alright, I can accept that,” she agreed, stealing a kiss from his lips.
He kissed her back, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, assailing every inch of it and taking her breath away.
Reluctantly, he took a step back. “I need a bath. But I’ll be right back,” he promised, kissing her again before he disappeared into the bathroom.
Breathing hard, she returned to the bed and waited for him, battling with her desire to join him and her common sense that urged her not to show just how eager she was for him.
He returned to the bedroom with no clothes on, with his cock proudly erect and ready for her. With a naughty grin, he crawled into bed with her and stood on his knees in front of her.
“Do we have time for playtime before dinner?” he asked, in a husky tone.
“We’ll make time,” she assured him, stretching out her hand and reaching for his hard shaft. A few strokes were all she needed to have the first drop of his pearly fluid coming out.
Unable to control herself, she leaned her head forward and licked it from the tip of his cock, relishing in the bittersweet taste and how it tickled in her tongue. Craving more, she took the head into her mouth and sucked, while her tongue played with the sensitive skin.
Bretdon growled his pleasure and sank his fingers into her mane, pulling her closer and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.
Moaning with pleasure, she allowed him to push his shaft in and out of her mouth, while her tongue enjoyed playing with his big, thick cock. Determined to make him feel a bit of the immense pleasure he always gave her, so she started stroking him and playing with his balls.
He seemed pleased with it, judging by his loud growls, so she increased her pace, taking him faster and deeper.
“Ophelia,” he cried out her name, as his body shuddered underneath the waves of a powerful orgasm washed over his body. His essence poured deep down her throat, and she moaned, pleased, feeling the tickling sensation rush through her body. It was awesome, like nothing she had ever felt before.
With a loud grunt, he put her on her hands and knees and leaned over her back. “It’s my turn to give you pleasure,” he whispered in her ear.
His fingers slid down her slit and quickly found her engorged clit, starting to rub it. She moaned and closed her eyes, with rapture, when he began to pinch and pull her clit, sweetly torturing her, until her whole body was trembling wildly with pleasure.
He slid a couple of fingers inside her and played with her wet pussy, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. When she was about to jump, he replaced his fingers with his already hard cock and grunted his pleasure.
The waves of the first orgasm washed over her, while he thrust in and out of her until he came again, pushing her back up, to the crest of the waves, as the most blissful pleasure rushed through her whole body.
She collapsed on the bed, and he covered her body with his. “You’re mine. I don’t want any other male’s scent on you,” he snarled, in a low tone, in her ear.
She chuckled, delighted with the possessiveness of his tone and turned her face around to look at him. “Yes, Mr. Caveman. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “You better.”