Peyton 313: A Cyborg Adventure

Chapter 8-3

“Kiss me while I run a full analysis of your complaint,” Peyton ordered, no longer working at the huskiness of his tone.

As Kyra’s mouth covered his reluctantly, Peyton slid his hands to the front to cup her soft n***d breasts. Little beaded points burned tiny holes into his palms, even the cybernetic one. His mind responded like a game machine to what they were doing. Sensation after sensation was being recorded, firing across every part of his brain. One hundred percent erection under her was achieved in three point two seconds of her mouth on his. He instinctively pressed Kyra down harder on it for relief, but had to ease up when she called out against his mouth.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. I have no wish to hurt you,” Peyton said sincerely, the words tumbling over each other on the way out.

Stunned by how close she was to forgetting the original purpose of their make-out session, Kyra pulled away from Peyton and sighed loudly. The truth was that she was shaking with arousal and figured he probably knew it.

But it was also true that he still didn’t like her very much.

It helped to remember that.

“I know you don’t want to hurt me, Peyton. That’s our whole damn problem here. This isn’t working for us. Run shut down code Tango Charlie 76585.”

Since it was part of the programming she had specifically changed in Peyton, Kyra used her hand on his neck to indicate that he should roll his head to the side and pretend to be rendered unconscious.

Peyton did as he hoped Kyra wanted, but left his eyes open and staring. He didn’t want to miss any chance of seeing her get n***d to right her clothes. He ordered his cybernetic eyes to capture an image every three seconds so he wouldn’t miss anything if she did.

Still shaking, Kyra slid from Peyton’s lap. Keeping her gaze on him, she reached up under her shirt and fastened her b*a back. When she was done, she shook her head and sighed as loudly as she could again. The frustration she felt was real, but the reason for it was a hell of a lot different than what the recording would indicate.

“Damn it, I programmed you and I swear I’m going to find that violence override if it kills me. You’re my last hope, Peyton. Don’t be like those two duds before you. I’m tired of failing.”

Frowning, she turned to where the camera would see her face as she pointed her remote and counted the seconds until the recording stopped.

“Okay. It’s done. Thank you, Captain Elliot. You were very convincing.”

Peyton rolled his head back and looked at her completely clothed body in surprise. f**k the recording. He was pissed for another reason. “How the hell did you get your b*a refastened without removing your shirt?”

Kyra rolled her eyes at the question. “Stop that. My breasts are not worth the price of a ticket. They’re average for my age and unaltered.”

“They’re warm, soft, and fit my hands well. Plus your n*****s are quite responsive. Why didn’t you let me give you an o****m? Your increased respiration and rapid panting indicated you were very close.”

“I didn’t let you because I’m unwilling to reciprocate. That wouldn’t be fair to you—or me—because I don’t think one time would be enough,” Kyra said.

It was difficult to ignore her wet panties as she sat back down at her work desk. She looked over to see Peyton still sitting in the operating chair. He was all but glaring again. Renewed guilt made her wince. “You can get up now, Peyton. We’re all done.”

Peyton shook his head. “I can’t walk unhindered yet.”

She ducked her head and slapped a hand down by her console. “I’m not a prick teasing kind of woman, but I am mostly an ethical one. I told you that before we started.”

Peyton considered the statement and chose to agree with it. Kyra was sexually frustrating him, but he didn’t think she was doing it deliberately.

“What do you think is going to happen when we’re sharing a bed in your room, Doc? This arousal situation is going to come up again. I’m highly attracted to you even though part of me still hates your guts. I’m also a heartbeat away from losing my bearing over you. In Marine terms, that’s some damn hard data toward proving I really am becoming irrationally human again.”

Kyra drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t know what’s going to happen between us. I’ll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it. At this point though, I don’t think it’s wise for me to form any sort of personal attachment to you, considering I have to send you away eventually.”

“How about you sit on my bridge support post tonight and we’ll discuss your attachment issues after I’ve made us both feel better a few times?” Peyton asked.

“Bridge support post?” Kyra was too surprised by his use of such a strange term to be offended at the blatant pass he was making.

Peyton rose to a straight sitting position. His brain hurt and he couldn’t access the right term for the force absorbing metal beams holding up a bridge. “I can find no better word at the moment. I guess choosing wrong ruined my joke, didn’t it?”

“Hmm... ” Kyra said, getting up to walk back to him.

On the way, she grabbed his shirt and carried it with her. She watched him put it back on and chided herself for feeling regret.

“That kind of blip is mildly concerning. We’ll need to keep an eye on your inability to access information when in stressful situations. It could be that hormonal surges in both genders have a more profound effect on cybernetics than we realized. I knew that was the case with women. No one ever investigated the effect of arousal in male cyborgs. Maybe there’s a difference between organic desire and performing on command.”

“That’s too much geek speak about something simple, Doc. I get hard whenever you’re near, which would scramble any man’s mind—cyborg or human. Your real husband was an i***t to leave a woman as sexy as you. I bet I could easily give you three or four orgasms per lovemaking session. I bet you could give me one that would shut my brain down faster than the creator code did.”

“Stop, Peyton. That’s an experiment I can’t engage in with you. And I can’t discuss this anymore,” Kyra said, walking back to her desk. “Let me save the recording and I’ll give you a tour of the rest of the house.”

“If you’re being monitored, I’ll need to follow standard protocol and perform husband duties for you.” Peyton waited for a reaction but got none. “Kyra, did you have a personal relationship with Alex? Considering I have to act like your actual Cyber Husband, I’ve decided the information is pertinent. I need to know how to conduct myself.”

Ignoring the little thrill she got from Peyton saying her name, Kyra got up and walked to the door, motioning for him to follow. She supposed he had a point about needing to know.

“Alex and I were barely able to pull off anything normal at all. We had a moment in the beginning, but one that never went anywhere. After his full assimilation, Alex never got aroused with me again. Maybe it was because I replaced most of his chips with blank ones he could self-program with new experiences. I pulled his Cyber Husband chip during the initial restoration so maybe I wasn’t his natural type. Depression affects libido too, so that’s yet another possibility. Alex wasn’t alive long enough for us to discover the real cause of his disinterest. He slept beside me without complaint. Since I wasn’t interested in using him for s*x, investigating his lack of interest in me was not at the top of my list of concerns.”

Peyton felt sorry for his predecessor, but couldn’t keep the grin from his face. The strange feeling of relief coursing through him cleared something critical out of the way. Suddenly, the analysis data was available to his mind, as well as many other things.

“Trusses,” he said in epiphany. “Bridges use trusses. That’s what I meant to say earlier. And now I get your metaphor as well. You’re definitely going to have to cross that bridge with me eventually, Doc. The interest I have in you is not going away until we resolve what’s between us.”

Peyton saw her nod at the correct term as she stepped across the lab’s threshold.