They stood by the side entrance, flanked by two body guards Kato sent to guard the door. This alley was usually pretty empty but Trig wanted to make sure no one came through from the club and caused issues so the bouncers helped even if they were only on the inside.

  “How close do you have to be again?”

  Oz glanced in the direction of the alley’s mouth that was closest to the warehouse. “Ten meters. Maybe fifteen if the signal is strong and I have plenty of time.”

  Trig considered this then nodded, taking xyr hand. “Giggle.”

  “What?”

  He didn’t wait. Stumbling out the side door, pulling Oz with him, “Giggle,” he demanded under his breath before laughing loudly.

  Oz giggled but it was a harsh sound, more like a cough. The two bounced off the clubs wall and stumbled together towards the alley’s mouth. Trig whipped them away from the line. “Come on baby,” he said loud enough for both bouncer and front of the line patrons to hear. “I don’t think I can wait.”

  They landed against the wall of a closed newsstand. The metal walls shivered and Oz made a soft squeak when xe landed.

  “I’ve been thinking of this all night,” Trig said loudly, sliding them around the newsstand and pulling them onto the street that ran alongside the warehouse. Seemingly ignoring the guards that now were watching, he picked Oz up and pressed xem against the wall of the neighboring building.

  Before Oz or the guards could say anything, Trig kissed the Droido hard on the mouth. Oz didn’t respond so much as freeze, buffers stalling as xe recalibrated. He wondered belatedly if the virgin had ever even been kissed before. Hell of a way to dive into this, but no going back now. Pulling away but lips still brushing against xyr’s, he rasped, “Close enough?”

  Oz’s human eye glazed over slightly, or perhaps it was a trick of the dim light. “Yea, I can but I still need time.”

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” Trig instructed, still holding xem up against the wall. “Yea, just like that, baby,” He said louder when xe complied. It was hard to remember the ruse when Oz’s perfume was enveloping him completely like this.

  “Stay under my jacket now,” he murmured, pressing his face into the curve of xyr neck. “We need to look like we’re fucking.”

  Xe nodded once.

  Trig didn’t miss how xyr body stiffened a little. “Is there a guard watching?”

  “Mhmm,” xe confirmed, the sound coming out almost like a moan. It did something for Trig even with the threat at his back.

  “Run your hand along my side. Yea, feel my holster? Take the gun. If he gets within five meters, shoot his ass.”

  “Got it.”

  He felt the weight of his holster shift. “Good. That’s good baby,” he said louder then softened. “I’m gonna grind against you. You just gotta focus on connecting and throw some static. Sound like you're coming.”

  There was a pause as Oz’s free hand squeezed his side. “I…I don’t know how.”

  “What?” He stifled a welling panic. Didn’t the Droido say xe could hack the security com?”

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  “To sound like that,” Oz explained in a hiss. “I don’t know how.”

  “Fuck,” Trig groaned. Of course the problem wasn’t the tech shit. His mind raced for a solution but Oz smelling so good and his cock enjoying the feel of pressing against xem made it difficult to focus. The solution that bubbled up was hardly stellar but…

  “Can I touch you?”

  “You are touching me.” Xe sounded a little annoyed.

  “I mean intimately.”

  Another pause and Trig wondered if he needed to be more specific.

  Finally, “Yes.”

  He slip his hand between them, pushing xyr skirt up higher before dipping his fingers into xyr underwear. Trig wondered briefly if xe borrowed the soft panties from Verana or if they were Oz’s personal apparel.

  Under the fabric, xyr cunt was already damp. Trig pressed his lips to xyr ear as his fingers brushed over then pressed into xyr folds. “Just tell me to stop if you need me to. We’ll find another way.”

  Oz’s breath took on a shaky quality as xe nodded.

  Molten heat coated Trig’s fingers. He groaned loudly at the sensation. What would it be like to pull his cock out and sink into xem? How did Oz’s mind handle getting fucked. Did the human meat take over the wiring or was there still a constant feed of data even through orgasm?

  Xe gasped, high pitched and erotic as fuck. “There.”

  It was too breathy, too needy to be a reference to the com hack. Smiling against xyr ear, Trig hummed softly as he stroked xyr g-spot. “There, baby?”

  “Mhmm,” xe moaned.

  “They still watching us?” he asked, not stopping his rhythm as he slowly finger-fucked the Droido until his hand and xyr panties were soaked.

  “Mhmm. Not. Moving.” Gone was the emotionless tone. It was replaced with a needy whine that Trig wondered if anyone else had ever heard from the Droido. He hoped not. He wanted this, this version of Oz, all for himself.

  “Good,” he purred. “Good. You just work and relax and let me make it feel good.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Louder, baby,” he coaxed, his thumb stroking xyr clit. “Let them know your pussy is getting fucked.”

  Xe moaned louder, xyr free hand digging harder against his ribs. He’d have bruises. Hell, he looked forward to them.

  “Fifteen seconds,” xe whispered, breathing heavily into another loud whimper.

  Trig smirked, adding a second finger to xyr hot cunt. It was a count down and fuck he really wanted to make xem come before the timer went off.

  Ten.

  “Oh, oh, Trig…”

  Nine.

  Oz’s legs were shaking.

  Eight.

  Trig nipped xyr earlobe and groaned as xyr pussy began to clench around his fingers.

  Seven.

  Oz’s short nails dug through his shirt and into flesh.

  Six.

  Whining moans great louder, needier.

  Five.

  Xyr hips ground down against his hand, showing hum just where and how to rub xem.

  Four.

  “Triiiiig!”

  Three.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  Two.

  Xyr muscles clamped hard around his fingers.

  One.

  His hand was soaked as xe cried out. The sound of ecstasy echoed across the alley.

  Oz panted against Trig, trembling as xyr spasming cunt relaxed around his fingers. “I…Connected. Connection secured,” xe whispered.

  Trig nodded, slowly sliding his hand from between xyr legs and holding onto xyr hips. “Good. That’s good.”

  Fuck he was hard. His cock strained against his pants, pressing against Oz’s groin. If they still didn’t have a job to do, he’d drag xem back to Kato’s upper rooms and see just how much xe screamed with pleasure when xe wasn’t focused on two activities at once.

  Instead, he asked, “Can you stand?”

  It took a moment but finally Oz nodded and Trig was able to lower xyr legs.

  “Bekker is leaving,” xe said, tilting xyr head as if listening to something he couldn’t hear. “The east side door only has one guard now.”

  “We should move then.”

  Oz nodded, slipping his gun back into the holster so that Trig could step back and lead the way.