Chapter Eleven #2
Helen felt a delicious shudder through her body as his fingers brought her ever closer to orgasm, her need to come locking his consciousness to hers as her mind obeyed the embedded trigger and hurtled into the ether.
It surprised Jed how quickly he was growing used to her.
The real Elena was funny, quirky, and spontaneous—something he wasn’t—and he’d thought she’d find it difficult to be in a controlled environment with him.
Yet she’d adapted quickly. Not without a fight, and he was sure, not without future retaliation, but she had come along once she’d figured out what was going on.
She was amazing.
It also surprised him how easily she turned him on.
His response wasn’t, like he’d thought, just visceral or sexual.
Not any more, anyway. He was attracted by the woman herself.
Plus, being able to remote view along with her was exciting.
Twenty years in this business and there had been some crazy advances in spy technology, and he was hooked to this remote viewer.
As she bilocated—the moment the mind was said to disengage from the physical plane—he experienced that floating sensation, similar to skydiving. There were random colors and shapes floating around, as if his mind was moving through time and space before settling on the agreed targeted coordinates.
And then they were there—wherever that was. Did she even understand how amazing it was to be able to do that?
It was difficult to explain even to himself how he was there, and yet not. His brain wasn’t confused at all, though. With his eyes open, there was Elena in his arms, suspended in virtual reality. With his eyes closed, there he was seeing another place through Elena’s mind.
During their first session, when he’d first experienced this, it had taken him a few minutes to adjust mentally and physically.
He’d prepared himself but it was still difficult to suspend the initial mental disbelief that it was happening, and even as he told himself to not think about what was happening, to just experience it for what it was, his mind refused to stop analyzing.
Perception was oddly uncontrolled, for instance. That made it even more difficult to adjust. It was all somebody else’s viewpoint. It was a strange thing to turn his head and still see the same angles. His brain initially rebelled against the “logic”, and he had to stop the urge to open his eyes.
He’d since learned to control the urge to fight it. Like watching a movie, right? Observe. Take it in. Then, and only then, analyze. It made it easier to let go.
He heard the roar of the race car engine.
That meant Elena’s consciousness had started the remote-viewing process.
Some remote-viewing programs taught their trainees to use a “vehicle” to control the way they gather information.
This helped, especially the beginners, to not be overwhelmed by the senses.
He’d been told one could wander around in the ether without a “vehicle”, but there was less control, and the viewer wouldn’t remember as much.
From his studies of the subject, the most used mode of observation was usually an electronic vehicle, such as a camera or a digital recorder, something with which the viewer was familiar. He’d smiled when he’d learned that hers was a race car. Perfect. Elena and high speed went hand in hand.
Through her eyes, he looked at the cockpit of her “car”.
They told him that as the viewer became more experienced, their vehicle became more “real” to them, with their subconscious adding little details only the owner would do.
A fuzzy pair of purple rabbit’s feet dangled from the rearview mirror.
Purple rabbit’s feet as décor? He curbed the urge to ask her about it.
Not the time. But he was sure there was a story behind that if Elena felt so strongly about them, she’d brought them into her subconscious.
What was Elena needing luck for? From his observation of her all these months, she’d rarely displayed any fear in all her challenges. The real woman underneath all the muscle and cockiness held secrets he wanted to explore, but to do that, he had to find time outside the mission.
Elena’s voice interrupted his train of thought. “We’re here,” she announced. “Are you with me?”
A small smile curved his lips. She was always challenging him.
She knew damn well he was with her. He could feel her awareness of him, her need and desire fueling that mental connection.
She was frustrated, still reeling from wanting to come, and mad that even in the ether, she wanted him to continue caressing her.
He would never tell her but her feelings tortured him too.
It was so tempting to just let go and let their mutual attraction take them to the ultimate conclusion, but he knew if they did that, the mission wouldn’t be completed for a long, long time because they would just be having one long bout of virtual sex.
Not that he wasn’t interested in exploring that with her.
But the urgency of finding the mystery intruder reminded Jed to always put the job first. The danger the intruder represented was real.
He knew there was a correlation there with Elena’s problem, but he hadn’t been able to connect the dots yet, and he was determined to.
Something told him that if he didn’t, the problem was going to get bigger than just a need for sexual gratification as a side effect for Elena down the road.
So, no climax for them both until he had more control of himself. He could just imagine how absorbed they would be in each other’s senses that he would put their safety at risk.
“I hate it when you’re silent like that,” Elena interrupted again. “Stop teasing!”
Jed sensed her thinking about his hand inside that scrap of thong, wondering whether he was still playing with her.