When Good Toys Go Bad

When Good Toys Go Bad by Debbie Cairo

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hope,” I answered. In my drug-induced haze, though, I knew he wasn’t talking to me.
    Kai and Brynn sat across from me. I heard pieces of their conversation as I wandered in and out of consciousness. Kai was thanking Brynn for all her help, and for loving me. Brynn was asking him questions about me, our relationship and, unbelievably, his technology.
    The last thing I remembered before drifting off entirely was Brynn leaning her head on Kai’s shoulder and saying, “I hope you don’t rust in the rain.”

Chapter Six
    “Oh god, sorry,” Brynn averted her eyes from the sight of us and closed the door. “I thought you were still on the couch. The clothes are in the bathroom. Come join me in the kitchen when you’re ready.” Her voice trailed off, still shrill with embarrassment.
    Usually I would have sprung up in a situation like this, but two things were preventing me. First, I was quite naked, and Kai, also gloriously naked, was wrapped around me like a blanket. Second, my body was like lead.
    “How long was I out?” I asked, my voice heavy with sleep. I didn’t need to turn around to know Kai was awake. He was always awake, always watching over me.
    “Hours and hours.” He smiled, pushing a wayward strand of hair behind my ear before kissing my forehead, nose and finally my mouth. He pulled me closer against his hard body, and playful kisses turned serious. His mouth fastened on mine, claiming it. Everything fell away, the heavy drug fog replaced by the haze of passion. For a moment I was home, in my own pod, and we were playing with each other, not a care in the world. His erection brushed against my leg and I knew his intention was not to stop at a morning make-out session.
    “Breakfast,” Brynn’s disembodied voice called from the other room, breaking the spell.
    Kai looked at me, desire written on his face, his mouth turned down in disappointment.
    “Can you be quick and quiet?” I whispered.
    His lips curved into a mischievous grin. “How quick?”
    “Five minutes?”
    “I can do that.”
    He pushed me over onto my back. His hand slipped between my legs as he checked to make sure I was ready for him. I was. Skipping all his usual delightful foreplay, he entered me with a tentative thrust. I stifled a gasp.
    “Shhhh.” He put a finger to my mouth.
    He drove deeper into me, and warmth spread through my body. Was this love? Lust? I didn’t care. All I knew was this was something I needed as much as food or water.
    The bed creaked and we froze. “I’m not stopping now,” Kai tried to whisper, but he was intense, and it came out as a hiss. “I still have two minutes and fifty-three point four seconds.”
    I smiled at the precise calculation. Before I could proffer an argument, he was off the bed and on his feet, taking me with him, my legs still wrapped around his waist. He held one of my butt cheeks in each hand, and he was still inside me.
    Kai lifted me up and down on his shaft with ease. I laid my head back, closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck and let the sensation take me away.
    “One minute thirty seconds,” he proclaimed in a whisper and began thrusting faster.
    I smiled and ignored him.
    “One minute.” He thrust harder, deeper, faster. “Thirty seconds.” The orgasm was already in his voice. “Ten…” He started counting down. When he got to five, I came, hard, the slippery wetness making its way between us, lubricating our stomachs. At two, he came with a loud grunt replacing the moan he choked back.
    Kai placed me down on my now rubbery legs.
    “Zero.”
    I laughed and took his hand, leading him over to the bathroom, mourning the afterglow cuddling that wasn’t going to happen.
    We stepped from the sonic shower. Our clothes lay out on the counter. One was the maintenance uniform Brynn had given Kai last night. He must have undressed before climbing into bed. I had no idea how I had gotten from the couch to the bed or what time he got into bed with me. It could

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