Chapter 80 - One light on the horizon

[unedited]

Sniffing and desperately fishing in my pockets for something to wipe my tears, I smashed straight into a hard chest. I jumped back and gazed at the person facing me. The inky sky made it hard to spot anything in front of my nose.

"Liliane, what's the matter?" shinning copper eyes stared down at me. Grant was standing a couple of steps behind him. Right now, I didn't want to be near them. Dr. Churchhill ruined everything I've built with only one word. Preprogrammed.

"I-I'm tired," I sniffed. Grant stepped forward.

"I've just spoken to Olga. Since they only have three rooms, Dr. Nadaly offered to share hers with you," he hesitated. "Liliane, what did Dr. Churchhill said that upset you?" I lowered my head, I knew Grant was going to read through my acts.

-Come on, you don't need to hide anything from us.

Demos pulled me gently by my shivering shoulders into a hug. I clung to the back of his shirt with desperate hands. A chill wind tugged at my t-shirt exposing my waist. A pale glow came from the side panel, a little further to the front in the kitchen where low chatter could be heard. The motors were almost silent against the splashing of waves. The yacht had two levels, the lower one was filled with stocks and equipment while the upper one held the cabins, the c.o.c.kpit, and a tiny kitchen where we had dinner. The living space, as the captain commented earlier, was cramp due to the short delay they had to get everything on board.

"I'm not that lonely, right?" I murmured against his chest. "I'm not some broken human being who can only seek comfort from artificial, right? I'm not a freak," he stroke my hair and kissed the top of my head.

"Is this why you are upset?" said Grant crossing his arms over his chest with a sigh. I abruptly pushed away from Demos glaring at him.

"All this time, I thought what we had between us was genuine. I really did. But I was fooled since Dr. Churchhill just told me you both were preprogrammed to feel the way you do towards me," I shouted feeling my tear threatening to spill over once again. Grant didn't flinch.

"Of course we are. What did you expect?" he sighed and ran his fingers into his hair. "Liliane, you ordered us from a company that makes custom boyfriend! Of course, we'll be programmed to love you and only you. We've synced and all for God sake, why are we even going all over this again?" Grant let his arms slid on both sides. His manners and way of expressing himself were more and more human. That is left me a little shocked.

"I may not be a big deal for you, but it is for me," I frowned.

"Ok, so what do you want us to do to show we really care?" his eyes met mine. Resignation filled them. Somehow, I didn't have an answer.

-Liliane, what are you trying to say?

Demos' voice echoed in my head as my thoughts clashed together. We all three stood in silence as the minutes stretched on. The dark clouds ahead concealing a brilliant full moon slowly dispersed. We were near the stairs leading to the lower level in a corner where no one could see us if they venture out for a smoke. Large patches of shadow played over the wood flooring. The crisp outline of the modern vessel cut against the black sky dotted by twinkling stars. The moonlight cut the upper half of my mates accentuating their unearthly beauty, I was left in the gloom as I watch them.

"I wanted a romantic escape on a luxury boat. Damn, that sounded like a dream," I chuckled. "But why doesn't it work?" I sighed.

"You should just let it go and try to enjoy yourself," commented Grant.

"You stress too much on the small details. We are preprogrammed to love you, so what?" added Demos with a smirk. "F.u.c.k this!" he pulled me by the waist and his lips crushed over mine taking my breath away. He pushed me against the wall next to the staircase, hands caressing my hair. All kinds of contradictory orders sprung in my mind as I let a m.o.a.n escape my lips. His tongue forced his way to my complete submission and I relaxed into his arms. He pulled away to let me caught my breath.

"Better," he chuckled. "Now we can get to the more serious stuff," I gasped as his fingers slip under the hem of my shirt. My back arched as he cupped one b.r.e.a.s.t.

"Hey! There are people...they might come," yet I arched my head to meet his kiss. This was insane. What had gotten into him? This was no time for that kind of thing. However, all rational thoughts went out of the window when he pressed his thigh between my legs. I melted in his embrace, my hands gripped on his shirt.

"Don't let go," he smiled into my lips. I blinked when the thought of having Grant standing there watching us. My face went flaming red. Oh god, what was I doing? I caught Grant smiling then he walked towards us and stood next to me. I instinctively pulled my hands up to hide my head. The shame! But Demos caught them and pinned them against the wall.

"Wh-what are you...?" Grant put a finger on his lips.

"We've never got a proper honeymoon, right wifey?" he smirked. I stared with wide eyes. What? My heart raced as he leaned and his mouth covered mine. I don't remember when Demos let go of me. Only when Grant's tongue plunged in exploration. Soon hands roamed under my shirt, I couldn't tell whose. I found myself sandwiched between the two. Kisses burning every inched of the skin of my neck.

"Wait... guys," I groaned. I shivered when a hand ran over the zipper of my jeans. Liliane, get a grip! What the f.u.c.k! Making out in public with two guys, don't you have any shame? I scolded myself.

-Relax, we're only enjoying our romantic trip lit by a full moon. How much more romantic can it be?

Somehow he got a point. But that didn't mean he was right. Grant let go of lips leaving me panting for more. He lowered his aquamarine eyes to my face. Demos also retrieved his hands leaving my skin tingling everywhere he had touched. I could bearly hold myself on my shaky legs.

"Don't use tricks on me," I frowned.

"No tricks," he rose his hand in surrender. "Do you really want it? We won't continue unless you give us your consent," whispered both of them with one voice. It was eerie to have both speaking at the same time, voice merging into each other. If this was a dream, I don't want to ever go back to reality. Grant pulled my glasses off and placed it in the top pocket of this shirt. I watched with tingling anticipation, cheeks melting off my face. I couldn't get rid of my stupid smile across my lips. I nodded unable to utter the words. He took my left hand and lifted it to his lip. He kissed the gold band around my finger.

"I promise next time we'll do it at 100%," he murmured. I jumped when Demos dropped a kiss on the nape of my neck. I sprung around covering the spot with my hand. He only grinned with dangerous eyes.

"Shit!" I smiled. Moonlight reflected in Grant's wavy curls. This was crazy. Right now, crazy was enough. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and hang it on a nearby lamp. I heard a rustle behind me, when I peeked over my shoulder I Demo was shirtless. I quickly tore my gaze off his delicious n.a.k.e.d chest.

"Shit," I repeated losing my smile. Shit, indeed! I let go of sanity as both pressed against me. The contact of our skin felt like fireworks. Lips roaming and teeth nipping. Fingers dared to wander down my opened zipper. I trembled with pleasure. With my eyes closed, I savored each new sensation.

-You feel amazing...such delicate textures.

Demos' voice inside my head peaked my pleasure, my legs gave away but strong caught me. I was laying on a hard floor over scattered clothing. I panicked when I noticed Demos pulled on the legs of my jeans. Grant already pulled my shirt over my head. My breath came out sharp. Ears ringing.

"What if someone..." my heart hammered ready to explode. Exposed in public wasn't how I envisioned my first time with them. Kissing two guys was hard enough to get me running to the hills. I wasn't a v.i.r.g.i.n. Where did my morals run off to? I wanted s.e.x to be intimate and comfortable with soft pillows. Not raw and urgent. Yet, I wasn't sure I wanted to stop.

"We'll make it as comfortable as possible," chuckled Grant. I didn't stop one second to think about the logistic. The mechanic od how artificial actually have s.e.x. I guess that wasn't the priority at that point.

"I'll be gentle," he promised.

My shirt and pants were gone, I wrapped my arms across my chest and thighs. Both knelt near me in their boxers. Wait, this is wrong. But before I could muster a protest Grant ran his hands over my bare legs make goosebumps break all over my skin. I arched against his touch as he pulled away. Demos positioned himself behind me, legs spread on both sides with my back resting his chest. He reached to kiss and I immediately responded.

"Next time, we'll get a nicer setting," he smiled. "Next time, you will have me," Grant's hands tugging at my panties made me flinched taking my attention Demos dangerous smirk. He ran sweet kissed along my thighs. I dug my fingers in his hair, he groaned and looked. He smiled, a little shyly.

"I love you, and no program guided me to say so," he got closer and lightly kissed my lips. I threw my arms around his neck. "I promise to always be yours," he dropped another kiss on my temple. I didn't care about the hard surface either the chill breeze or being exposed. I closed my eyes and melted as he delicately entered. We all rocked at the same rhythm. Connected through the link. Broken thoughts merged into each other. Demos chuckled in my ear when the movement intensified, Grant groaned and Demos bite neck making me crunched with bliss. I ran my fingers in his hair holding on to him and we all climax.

Wreckage of our passionate moment washed over me when Demos shook me awake. My ears rang, he pulled me to my feet. I quickly retrieved my wrinkled garments with a giggle. Grant was already dressed and frowning at the horizon. I wobbled and bumped into Demos' chest as he pulled his t-shirt down.

"I desperately need a shower," I laughed. He pulled me against him and kissed me. I can't get enough of the kissed. Grant gave me a timid smile and quickly averted his eyes.

"There's something coming this way," Demos broke the embrace. My smile dropped. But a shower was my top priority.

"I'm going to Dr. Nabaly's cabin," Demos followed me without dropping his stupid blissful smile. The fool he was going to give us away. I don't know if I can face the others right now. I was sure everyone on the freaking boat knew what we were up to. Liliane, you've completely lost it, scolded that tiny voice inside my head. I quickly shoved it away, doing my best to keep a poker face.

"Quit smiling, I'm trying to act normal here. I can't believe we did it on a freaking boat, I'll through myself off-board from shame," I couldn't keep my happiness out of my threat. In two quick-stepped he hugged me from behind making me yelp. My body was still sensitive from our torrid loving.

"You should never feel shame being with us," his nuzzled my hair making me m.o.a.n. The door from the kitchen flung opened. Dr. Churchhill paused when he noticed us. He cleared his throat. I lowered my eyes wanting to die. My face blazing.

"I'm happy you're taking good care of my masterpiece," he said with a crooked smile. Demos didn't let go of my waist, actually, he held on tighter.

"How tactless to make a young woman blush," there was a sharp edge in Demos voice. The doctor's smile dropped. Both glared at each other.

"Dr. Churchhill!" called Grant. "Call the Captain, there a boat approaching," he added.