Book 2 in my series of Erotic Cyborg short stories is out today at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks!
After an accident, Kevin isn't too happy with his new prosthetic legs. To help him recover, his doctor suggests he meet with a cyborg, a man who is long used to prosthetics and what they can do.
But Dimitri has an interesting way of imparting his lessons. Kevin is only human, and will have to work hard to keep up with a cyborg.
Kevin remembered when this nightmare began as clear as day. He didn’t
remember the accident, but it was the aftermath when he realized just
how bad his life was going to become.
“Don’t worry,” the doctor had said. “The prosthetics are even better
than your old legs. You’ll be better than new.” He had actually smiled.
Smiled, when he told Kevin that he was basically going to become a
cyborg. He was surprised the doctor didn’t ask him to sign his life away
to the government that very moment.
The bell attached to the door by the cafe rang behind Kevin, and he
winced when he stepped wrong. He grabbed the wall for support, his
artificial knee buckling. He frowned when he looked at it—the sleek gray
metal that formed the knee joint was too obvious.
A woman with frizzy brown hair and a pin on her shirt raised an eyebrow
and got up from her chair. “Are you alright, sir?” she asked, heading
over to help him.
Kevin grit his teeth, pushing against the wall to get back to his feet.
“I’m fine. I’m fine, go back to your meal.” He stood up straighter, pain
shooting through his new legs, and he sucked in a breath. The doctor
had said that would happen periodically while he got used to them.
“Okay, if you’re sure…” she took a step away, and Kevin noticed the café
owner looking at him. He ducked his head, face flaming, and sat down in
an uncomfortable wooden chair at a table. Posters on the walls of the
café proclaimed about the famous coffee and the scones.
The bell rang again, and Kevin looked up to be greeted by a tall man
with dark hair at the door, his eyes a piercing soft gray. He was
Kevin swallowed hard. The man’s hands were metallic, the skin shimmering
in a way normal human skin did not. He couldn’t pick out any other
obvious modifications, although he did notice how tightly the man’s
pants clung to his thighs. He looked muscular, at least. Kevin
This must be the cyborg he was here to meet. Kevin shoved down sudden
anxiety. He needed to learn how to function with artificial legs, and he
needed all the advice he could get. But if this person tried to recruit
him into the government’s cadre of half-human lackeys, he was gone,
pain or not, clumsiness or not.
“I’m Kevin,” he said with a wave. He motioned to the table. “You must be Dimitri, right?”
Dimitri moved with grace that spoke of enhanced balance as he slid into
the seat across from Kevin. He smiled, his teeth a perfect white. The
top button of his shirt was undone, and wide shoulders stretched fabric.
Kevin took a breath. Focus. Attractive or not, this man was a cyborg.
According to what the doctor had said, he had served for three years on
Europa and ten on the government’s space elevator. Kevin had to be
careful, or he’d end up more machine than man and working off-planet. He
didn’t believe a cyborg would help anyone and give advice just out of
the goodness of their heart. He shouldn’t have agreed to meet him.
“Alright,” Dimitri said, leaning forward. “Let’s get to it, I suppose.
Doctor Lorio told me you’re having trouble adjusting to your new
prosthetics. I have extensive experience with them. If you have any
questions, concerns, or need advice, I’m here. Ask away.”