Page 36 of The Lone Cyborg
He’d made several attempts to remove the blockage before admitting that it was beyond him. Clearing the tube would require major equipment and could be as destructive as the explosion itself.
“I don’t know, but maybe that’s for the best. If Mars is trying to heal itself, it doesn’t need any interference from us.”
She agreed with him, but she also regretted the lost opportunities to explore and study the odd new life.
“I had one of those dreams again last night,” he added.
They both had them occasionally and they were always the same—flying through the skies of a warm, blue-green world, their bodies sleek and powerful. Twice she had dreamed of mating in mid-air and both times Jeb had had the same dream, turning to her with an almost desperate fervor when they woke.
“Do you think Mars really was like that once?” she asked softly.
He shifted her position so that she was straddling him, the hard length of his cock pressed firmly against her as his hands cupped her hips.
“I’ve learned not to dismiss anything as impossible.”
She had to admit he was right. Life on Mars was supposed to be impossible as well, and not only were they here, but more life lay hidden beneath the surface. Life…
“I was thinking on the way back from the market.”
“About your new wealth?” he teased.
“Ournew wealth,” she said firmly. “But yes, in a way. There’s more than enough to fund the claim for the remaining three years of the homestead agreement, which means this land will be ours. Forever.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“I do too, and what I was thinking is that now that we know this will be our forever home, maybe we should think about sharing it.”
She held her breath, but he only gave her a puzzled look.
“You want other people to live here?”
“In a way. I was thinking of one person. A very tiny person.” She put his hand over her stomach. “A new member of our family.”
The shock on his face would have amused her if she hadn’t been so anxious about his answer.
“You mean you want a child? With me?” he asked carefully.
“Yes, as long as that’s what you want?—”
And then she couldn’t speak because he was kissing her, his mouth and tongue ravaging hers as he crushed her against him. When he finally raised his head she was breathless and clinging to him.
“Is that a yes?” she gasped.
“Yes,” he growled, a hungry, predatory sound that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. “A thousand times, yes.”
He laid her back across the table long enough to tear off her pants and panties and free his cock from his jeans. He thrust a thick finger between her legs, testing her readiness, then came down on top of her, filling her in a single long, hard thrust, the overwhelming stretch almost painful before it transformed into an exquisite pleasure.
He set a demanding rhythm, his hands tight on her hips, but she rocked up against him eagerly, taking him deep, her legs wrapping around his hips as she sought to draw him even deeper. The urgency of his movements matched her own and she clung to his shoulders as the pressure built and built, and then his cock began to vibrate inside her, sending her flying into an explosive climax. Her body convulsed, clenching around him as if she were trying to hold him captive inside her. He gave a hoarse cry, the guttural sound reverberating through her bones and echoing out across the barren landscape as his release spilled into her in long, hot pulses.
“I love you, Mattie,” he whispered into her ear as they slowly caught their breath, and she smiled.
“I love you too.”
He nuzzled her neck, his breath warm and welcome as the air began to cool, then slid his hand down between them to touch her stomach. A new look crossed his face, one that looked an awful lot like fear.
“Do you think we can do this?” he asked softly, his hand warm against her stomach.
She covered it with hers, cradling the potential new life inside her.
