Chapter Three #2
They used that machine to connect while they slept, syncing their brainwaves, getting ready for their virtual exercises.
He planned to be at the other end while she was using it.
With one exception. Usually, they would be in their own beds, going to sleep.
This time, he’d be awake and focusing on her.
Here was an opportunity to test the mental link they already had.
HELEN TOOK IN SEVERAL breaths. Her clothes were beginning to irritate her, especially her jeans.
They felt too tight and bothered her so much she couldn’t even concentrate on the initial state of relaxation needed to start the process.
She sighed. She’d better change into something less restrictive.
She got up and impatiently walked over to her dresser.
She pulled her tee shirt off and unbuttoned her jeans, inhaling sharply as the clothing scraped her hyper-sensitive skin. It wasn’t as bad as the other night, but it was there, that edgy feeling, like a mild electric current.
She rummaged through the clothes in the drawer.
Tights. No. Jeans. No. Exercise pants. No.
Why, oh why didn’t she get a pair of pajamas?
She needed something that would make her comfortable enough that she wouldn’t think of her stupid body.
There was an oversized shirt made of cotton. That would have to do.
She sat on her bed and put on the ear buds connected to the brain entrainment machine.
Since she hadn’t done this alone before, she set its clock so that when her brainwave reached theta stage, it would buzz her, and reset itself from there.
This way, if she relaxed past the theta stage and fell asleep, the buzzer would get her back on track.
Once she fell into that deep alternate state, she’d test herself, see whether she could remote view Jed McNeil’s location.
It should be easy, since he would be at a meeting.
If she succeeded, it’d prove the experience earlier today wasn’t a fluke, that she could remote view without the help of a monitor.
There was the awful headache afterwards too, though.
Was that part of it? Armando Chang had complained about headaches too.
She frowned. She hoped not. That was simply indescribably painful.
Perhaps it had to do with the speed she’d gone into theta, causing some kind of brainwave discombobulation or something.
She laughed out loud. Fancy scientific description was never her forte.
She checked the knobs of the brain entrainment machine again. It was a risk she just had to take because she wanted—needed—to know so much. Taking a deep breath, she hit the start button.
JED WATCHED EVERYTHING Helen did from his quarters as he put on his sensor suit.
Her sensitivity must be bothering her more than she realized.
First, she’d forgotten to check whether the micro-eye in her room was blinking, signaling that she was being watched.
Second, she’d assumed the brain entrainment machine couldn’t be controlled from the outside.
Elena, Elena.
Putting the wireless control pad on the cart that supported the BE machine, he wheeled it to the room off the side of his office, a smaller version of the CAVE.
Unlike Helen’s training room, though, he had multiple control panels he could use to enhance the virtual reality experience the CAVE provided.
He even had the Portal, the VR chair that enabled immersive virtual reality, here.
Whereas the CAVE was all physical, with the participants moving around, the Portal was all mental.
The former prepared TIRVVR in the latter.
Jed turned on a side screen, changing the channels to Helen’s quarters. He waited until she lay back and closed her eyes. Reaching for the control pad by his side, he readjusted the timer.
There will be no alarm to wake you up, Elena. Not till I say so.
He turned up the temperature in Helen’s room. Then he put on the tabs and ear buds that connected him to the BE machine and flipped the synchronization button. Soon their brainwaves would be in sync as she went deeper in theta wave, the level that enabled remote viewing.
Flipping on another switch, the room plunged into deep darkness. He checked the BEM. Not quite there yet. As soon as they were close to sync, he would start the brainwave management.
He settled back, letting the sound wash over him as he relaxed. This was a new way to sexually imprint, he supposed. He’d first seduced her in virtual reality. She’d then seduced him when she invaded his dreams. After that, he’d gone to her.
He let his mind wander back to their night together. Elena naked and aroused, begging. The unique taste of her. The urgency of her release. It felt so damn good to be finally inside her instead of virtual touching.
Fucking was so much better when it was real.
Jed smiled wryly as he watched the screen.
His eyes half-closed as his body relaxed.
She must be feeling the warmth because she just kicked the light sheet off her, revealing beautiful bare legs.
Legs that he recalled holding apart. The feminine heat between them when he’d used his mouth to pleasure her. He felt himself getting aroused.
He turned the volume higher as the brain entrainment machine continued feeding them the cycle he’d chosen, between theta and REM.
That was the level she had been in when she’d unexpectedly took in the images in his dreams as her own.
He hadn’t been too shocked by the experience.
Unconscious telepathy happened all the time among family members and lovers.
The question was, in her sensitive state, would she now inadvertently take in the images and feelings of his private fantasy?
Conjuring an image of a naked Elena came easily. He’d like those strong legs around him again, this time with her moving in rhythm to his thrusts. He watched with interest as Helen’s legs parted tantalizingly, seemingly responding to the sexy visual in his head.
Mental trigger had begun.
The sound waves seemed to recede into the background as Jed gave in to total relaxation, focusing on only one thing—that sexual need he’d been building up for Helen Roston.
He’d always been turned on when she started undressing herself by the poolside.
In response, on the screen, Helen put a restless hand on her shirt, as if it was bothering her.
Was there some kind of telepathy compounded by their brainwave syncing?
He did enjoy it so much when he’d gone to her. “But now it’s your turn, Elena,” Jed whispered.