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  She flopped on her couch when she reached the living room, staring at nothing in particular, waiting for the tears she'd held at bay all day, willing them. They didn't come, and the numbness didn't leave her. Instead, she stared dry eyed at the window that slowly darkened with the waning day.

  The buzzer nearly made her jump out of her skin. She bolted to her feet and looked around blankly, unable to figure out, at first, what the noise was. She flinched when it sounded again, but that time realized it was her security buzzer.

  No one ever came to see her.

  She had no friends, no family to speak of—only her father, and he had a life of his own.

  She moved to the panel anyway when it sounded again, certain it must be someone who'd rang her apartment by mistake.

  "Evie?"

  The numbness crashed the moment she heard his voice. “Go away, Adam!"

  "Let me explain."

  "I don't need a damned explanation! Go the hell away!” she snarled. Removing her finger from the com unit, she stalked across the room to stand in front of the window, watching to see him leave. Instead, she heard a distant crash and then footsteps on the stairs—running footsteps. A moment later, someone banged on her door so hard she wondered why it didn't cave in.

  "Damn it, Evie! Talk to me!"

  Evelyn felt her heart skip a half a dozen beats at the anger in his voice. “Go away, Adam! I mean it! I'll call security if you don't!"

  He twisted the knob—off. Evelyn stared blankly at the door as her knob hit the floor and the door flew inward.

  And then both Adams, both wearing angry expressions, stalked into her apartment, slamming the door behind them.

  Chapter Nine

  Evelyn gaped at the two men, recalling abruptly that Mr. Johnson had said they worked in tandem. One nodded at the other, who promptly returned to the door and propped his shoulders against it, folding his arms over his chest.

  "You said you didn't want to talk to me at the office,” Adam said tightly.

  "I don't want to talk to you at all!” Evelyn said shakily. “We don't need to talk!"

  Frustration flickered across his features. “It was to protect you, Evie,” he said finally, his voice strained. “I didn't tell you, couldn't, because it would've been a security leak."

  She hadn't wanted to make eye contact with him, but she did when he spoke, drawn to look at him. “Was it? All that—everything that happened was just part of the field test, and I couldn't know, right?"

  He looked shocked.

  Damn him! He was so fucking good she wished she had something to beat his head in.

  "No! Evie! Don't think that. I just wanted to be with you."

  "You're a fucking android, damn you! What the hell do you know about wanting? I wanted! I fell for this ... this charade the company worked out to field test you! I fell.... “She broke off, embarrassed by what she'd almost admitted, that she'd fallen in love with an android. “I'm insane! I'm arguing with a damned android! I don't want to talk about this, at all, and I sure as hell don't want to talk to you! I wish to god I'd never set eyes on you!"

  Hurt flickered across his features and then anger. He crossed the room in swift strides, catching her before it even occurred to her to try to run. “Don't say that, Evie! I do know about want, damn it! I feel it. I feel everything. Why is it different now? It didn't matter last night when I made love to you, held you. You said you wanted to be with me, that you would until they sent me away!"

  "I didn't know you weren't real last night!” she snapped and then laughed a little wildly. “I don't even know if it was you last night! Was it? Or was it him?"

  His fingers tightened on her arms. “I am real!” he ground out angrily. “We're both real! We aren't emulating human behavior, damn it! We feel."

  Startled by the thought that flashed in her mind, Evelyn examined his face and then looked at the other Adam near the door. “I fucked both of you, didn't I?"

  Anger flashed in his eyes and then hurt. His gaze flickered over her face, and then he turned and looked at his counterpart.

  He moved away from the door, approaching the two of them. She gaped at them as the two exchanged a long look, almost as if they could communicate with one another. She wondered a little wildly if they could and then realized the thought wasn't nearly as crazy as it had seemed. In fact, it was almost a certainty that they had been designed to do just that.

  It was the second one that spoke, Adam II—or maybe he was Adam I? “I made love to you, Evie. Don't tell me you don't know the difference."

  Evelyn gaped at him, trying to wrap her mind around what he'd said as well as what he'd implied—that she really had been with both of them.

  They shifted around her, sandwiching her between them. Adam I lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. “I told you I loved you last night. I do love you, Evie. Don't say I don't know how, that I can't feel.” He released a ragged breath. “I didn't tell you because I couldn't breach security, but also because I couldn't bear for you to look at me the way they do. Nothing that happened between us had anything to do with their damned field tests. I couldn't let you go believing what they'd told you—that none of it was real because I wasn't real."

  Adam II moved closer behind her until she could feel the heat of his body. Slipping his hands around her waist, he pulled her against his length, and she could feel his erection digging into the cleft of her buttocks. Surprise flickered through her, but warmth, as well. Even as she began to turn her head to look back at him, Adam I settled his hand more firmly against her cheek, tilting his head to brush his lips along hers. She sucked a quick breath, wavering, her attention caught by the tingling the light touch produced. Apparently emboldened when she didn't attempt to evade him, he shifted closer, opened his mouth over hers for a deeper kiss. His mouth clung to hers, but lightly, his touch almost tentative as he traced her lips with his tongue and delved inside to coast his tongue along hers.

  If he'd rushed her, he might have tipped the scales on the side of reason. She would never know. The very unthreatening quality of his kiss enthralled her even as his taste and scent invaded her senses in a surreptitious assault she was scarcely aware of until she felt the heat rise inside of her in response. Coaxed, she curled her tongue along his to experience his essence more fully and from that moment she was lost. He drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked it lightly, sending a thrill through her that flushed her skin with heated sensitivity.

  He exhaled a gusty sigh, almost of surrender, into her mouth and she took it deeply inside of her where it curled into her liked heated tentacles, squeezing her heart and lungs so that they began to labor, tightening around her womb and drawing heated moisture into her channel. She lifted to him, opened to him like the petals of a blossom opening to draw the rays of the sun.

  He sensed it, or felt it in the sudden tension in her as she lifted her hands to his chest and grasped his uniform shirt, curling her hands into tight fists to hold herself closer to him, to feel more. The glide of a hand from her waist to the closure of her blouse and the tug there distracted her briefly, but the entire tone of Adam's kiss had changed when she'd moved closer in her eagerness. His kiss changed from tentative supplicant to burgeoning hunger to conqueror in the space of seconds. And as he turned up the heat and his hunger filtered into her mind, her body instantly responded with an equal, escalating need.

  A breath of coolness wafted over her flesh as Adam II, having parted the closure from waist to neck, peeled her blouse from her shoulders. She shivered as his mouth settled on her bare shoulder and traced a path along the ridge to the back of her neck, feeling her nipples pucker tightly in response against the hands he'd lifted to cup and massage her breasts. He rubbed his palms over the tight centers then slipped his hands inside the cups to scoop her bared breasts into his hands, plucking at the tight little buds.

  At the pull of his fingers, lightning arced from her nipples to her womb, making it contract almost painfully. She made a sound of need ag
ainst Adam's mouth, too drunk with the liquid desire pouring through her to assimilate, at first, that the mouth covering hers belonged to one Adam and the hands to the other. It was the nudge of his cock against her buttocks as he arched into her and the nip of his teeth along the excruciatingly sensitive skin along the back of her neck that finally penetrated the haze.

  Doubt flickered into her mind. The wry thought arose that if they thought for one moment the way to her heart was through her pussy they weren't far off the mark. She couldn't think of an objection when they made her feel like this, couldn't think at all and she didn't want to.

  She dismissed the voice of reason, too caught up in the pleasure pelting her from so many directions at once to worry about the how, or why, or consequences, or regrets. It felt too good to object, felt too wonderful to yield to the doubts and objections fluttering against the far reaches of her mind.

  She was aware of them, briefly, though.

  She completely lost touch with reality when Adam abruptly lifted his lips from hers, sucked in a ragged breath, and bent down. Nudging one hand away, he captured the tender peak of one breast. Fire scoured a path all the way from her breast, down her center, and settled in a molten pool in her sex, making it flutter and contract desperately for his possession.

  The hand dispossessed settled on her belly and skated downward. Grasping the hem of her skirt, he lifted it and slipped his hand between her thighs, cupping her mound and massaging her nether lips briefly through the thin fabric of her panties before he delved beneath it, parted the tender petals, and found her clit. She gasped, shuddered, dropped her head weakly against Adam II's shoulder as he teased her clit while Adam I gnawed and tugged at the nipple he held captive until she thought she would pass out.

  He switched his torment to her other breast as Adam II ceased to tease her clit and traced her damp cleft back to the mouth of her sex, pushing a finger inside of her. Frustration filled her. She'd been so close to coming! They'd snatched it from her by the abrupt shift of stimulation.

  She forgot her disappointment in the next moment, captivated by the thrust of Adam II's finger inside of her, the feel of his mouth along her shoulder and the side of her neck and Adam I's tug on her nipples.

  She'd just settled in to enjoy it thoroughly when Adam II stepped away from her as Adam I abruptly grasped her buttocks and lifted her upward. She threw her arms and legs around him in automatic response to catch herself. He took advantage of the fact that she'd opened her body to him, hoisting her higher and aligning the head of his cock with the mouth of her sex. Her own weight and his upward thrusts combined to impale her on his shaft. She gasped, biting down lightly on his shoulder as she felt him sinking deeply inside of her. Pumping his hips, he thrust in and out of her and then, almost as abruptly as he'd entered her, withdrew altogether.

  What was he doing, she thought dizzily? The thought had barely registered in her mind, though, when felt Adam II's belly pressing against her buttocks, felt his cock glide along her cleft, connect, delve inside of her. Eagerly, she curled her spine to allow him to drive deeply to assuage the itch that had begun to drive her crazy.

  As Adam I had, though, he merely pumped in and out of her several times and then withdrew.

  Confusion filled her and anger sparked to life. Comprehension was quick in coming, though. Even as Adam I began to delve the mouth of her sex again, Adam II, having gathered her moisture, prodded her rectum, began to ease carefully into her. She caught her breath, too stunned at the realization that they both intended to penetrate at once to do more than wait anxiously for the pain that never came. Discomfort, yes, but no pain, and even the discomfort dissipated after a few moments, when they had fully penetrated her and held themselves still so that she could accustom herself to the incredible fullness.

  They began to move after a few moments, in tandem, one penetrating deeply as the other withdrew, so that the shock of being penetrated was virtually constant, the stimulation unremitting, driving her within moments to culmination. She cried out as her climax hit her, shuddered as the waves of bliss wracked her, dissipated, and then immediately began to build again as they pounded in to her in desperate lunges in search of their own release.

  Her second climax was harder than the first, tearing through her even as Adam II went rigid against her back, groaned, and began jerking and shuddering with his release. Adam I uttered a choked sound, shook, and drove deeply, bathing her womb in the hot seed jetting from his cock in a fountain.

  Completely drained by the experience, Evelyn clung weakly to Adam I, trying to hold on. She thought, though, that if the two of them hadn't been holding her up she would've slid to the floor in a boneless puddle. They leaned together, the three of them, gasping for breath. After a few moments, Adam II, releasing a jerky hiss, withdrew from her.

  Adam I tightened his arms around her. Weaving slightly, he turned and strode to her bedroom, climbed onto the mattress, and half fell, half sprawled with her. She released her tenuous grip on him when she felt the softness of the mattress at her back. Her arms and legs dropped lifelessly, heavily to the bed.

  She was vaguely aware that the three of them were still fully clothed. The coolness of air brushed her nipples and the wetness along her cleft and thighs.

  Adam II had followed them. Stripping his clothes off, he climbed into the bed beside her, drew her to him, and nuzzled his face against her neck. The bed shifted. In a few moments Adam I, also naked, climbed onto the bed behind her and shifted until he lay against her back.

  She drifted, too content to be unduly disturbed by the discomfort of her twisted clothing. Apparently neither of them was equally indifferent. They pulled her clothes off despite her moaned complaint, soothing her by kissing and stroking the flesh they exposed as they tugged her this way and that to remove her clothes.

  The thoughts she'd submerged in favor of the gratification they offered, fluttered in discontent at the back of her mind, but she willfully ignored them. Aside from being more deeply satisfied than she could ever recall, the attention they generously supplied in the aftermath added to her contentment. Sleepily, she nuzzled them back in appreciation. After a time, the soothing caresses became more pointed.

  Exhausted from the emotional turmoil she'd endured throughout the day and the weariness only complete satisfaction can engender, she tried to ignore their attentions at first. They were persistent, though, determined to drag her from the edge of sleep and she felt a slow building of the heat of passion until her pulse was throbbing through her again and the ache for satisfaction had returned. The brief qualms she'd had before didn't even rear their little heads as both men rolled to sandwich her on her side between them. She lifted one leg to drape it over Adam readily, eagerly positioned herself to accommodate them as one entered her from the front and the other from the back. The slickness from her passion and their previous coupling eased their possession. Her only complaint, and that a brief one, was that she couldn't move to seek the best position for her pleasure, but she discovered it wasn't necessary. They found the rhythm and the positions to give her the most pleasure, shifting and driving into her until she was gasping for breath, groaning, shuddering with the intense pleasure bombarding her, and then they took it to the peak and over the mountain top over and over until she lost count of the number of times they made her come, lost touch with the world, and finally lost consciousness when they at last allowed themselves to come with her and the three of them collapsed in a sweating, gasping tangle of bodies.

  Chapter Ten

  It was a mixture of guilt and dread that dragged Adam upward from the depths of slumber to sudden, complete awareness. He lifted his head and stared at his brother as they shared the awareness, the thoughts that had prompted them.

  He looked down at Evie, lifted a hand and lightly brushed the tangle of hair from her sleeping face, reluctance to leave warring with the certainty that he should, that he should have left long since.

  We'll be missed.

  His
brother nodded. We shouldn't have slept.

  Adam grimaced. We shouldn't have done any of this. She'll be more angry ... with both of us.

  Doubt and worry drew his brother's brows together over the bridge of his nose. She responded to us, loved us. She wouldn't have done that if she'd still thought of us as androids, would she?

  Adam shrugged, remembering the way she'd looked at them. It made him feel sick even recalling it, and at the time it had been all he could do to retain the impassive front he knew was expected of him. He'd hoped never to see that look on her face. He'd thought that they might leave, and she would never know. It had been his consolation in knowing he had to go—the thought that she would remember him as a man who had loved her. He shook his head. She was upset enough to discover we were androids. It was worse, I think, to discover there were two of us.

  She won't understand that we share the same identity. Humans don't.

  Adam frowned. We don't. We did in the beginning, but not now.

  His brother thought that over. You're right, he responded, obviously surprised at the realization. I sense a change. She'll still confuse us, though.

  It won't matter, Adam responded grimly. The demonstration is set for next week. They'll take us out of here before the end of the week to practice the course. We won't see her again.

  His brother's lips tightened, but he merely nodded and got off the bed, careful not to disturb Evie. They dressed in silence. You take point, Adam ordered. I'll give you fifteen before I follow. Let me know if you see anyone loitering.

  His brother nodded. You'll take the alternate route through the city?