Her sex tightened and the emptiness inside of her grew. She was fighting a losing war. What she wanted no longer coincided with what she had.
Rylie's eyes zeroed in on the controls but she didn't see them. The size of his manhood had made her breathless with fear and excitement. Netto was larger than she thought possible for a man. The club between his legs only stoked her sexual frustration into a blazing inferno. It was infatuation at its most primal.
I don't want to die a virgin!
What’s wrong with me?Rylie refused to look at herself. It plagued her and she bit back tears. She closed her eyes again and gritted her teeth when her sister laughed with Zeph.
“I was right.”
Netto.Her back stiffened.Please go away.
“About what?” she asked numbly without turning around.
What could he be right about?She licked her lips, secretly hoping he would apologize. That he would throw her over his shoulder and finish what they had started last night.
“There's a break in the seawall.”
Rylie tried not to let the disappointment show. She faced him.
“Is that a good thing? Did you figure out what happened? If the break came about three years ago, then at least we could know whether or not it has something to do with the crops.”
“It's a good thing.” He looked as if he didn't want to say more...but lost the battle. “It could be... the catalyst.” His jaw ticked. “The waters are different since the last time I was here when the modules had yet to be placed.”
“So even if we fix it, it may not fix everything else?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she sighed.
“We’ll be there soon.”
“How soon?”
“Two hours, fourteen minutes, approximately,” he answered. Rylie swallowed.
“Okay...” She glanced up at the sky. “Maybe we should wait?” It would almost be evening by then. The thought of being so close, so stranded, so helpless, next to the broken barrier didn't help the myriad of emotions inside her.
Netto remained unmoving before her, his head slanted to keep her in his sight. He towered over her and blocked out any chance of escape. The protective barrier that he was didn't help settle the unease in her belly. It only made her sad.
Rylie didn't want to look up into his eyes, knowing that she would once again be pinned and helpless. That he had complete control over her. That he was a prick. She attempted to ignore the fact that her eyes were level with his dick, and even in her periphery, she could see the hard outline of it straining against his wetsuit. She turned her back on him and took a deep breath.Please just go away.
“The sooner it's fixed...”
Rylie gritted her teeth.
“...the sooner this is behind us,” she snapped.
The pressure of confinement lifted away as his heavy steps receded. She pressed forward and killed the butterflies in her stomach.
The next two hours passed quickly and without incident. The Cyborgs had prepped some of the equipment they brought on board and her da helped them. Janet was nowhere to be seen. When the two hours were out, Netto yelled for her to stop the boat.
Rylie found the nerve to leave the helm and joined everyone on the bow. She stopped as they came into view; both Cyborgs wore skin-tight full body suits. The material molded to their bodies, displaying every dip and crevice of the muscles beneath. They were two perfect Grecian gods wearing buckles and clips filled with tools and tech that she had never seen before.
A bracket of metal shielded most of Netto’s back. Long wires and pipes, directly attached to the suit, hung off its sides. He was the only one kitted out. Zeph had buckles on but little else.
“You going down there alone?” she asked, moving closer to the group. Her da was admiring several of the guns the Cyborgs had brought on board. Their cases lay open and unlocked on the table before him.
“He’s the only one that can, sweetheart,” Zeph answered. Netto stopped what he was doing.
