Page 20 of Warped

I still don’t know which one Binx is, but I do know this: I can’t wait to go downstairs and give her what she needs.

But first I’ve gotta chart a course through the Warp for us. It ain’t easy. You gotta be able to visualize in four dimensions. Peopleused to believe that wasn’t possible, but it is. Once you’ve been through the Warp a few times, you start to get the hang of it. The Warp doesn’t just change a person’s body. It changes their mind too.

It takes me a few minutes to work out the best path to the Caldera Warpgate and input it into theNomad’s navigational system. Once that’s done, I sit up and look over at Traven. He’s still lying back in his cradle, working the controls with his flight glove. His eyes are glued to the screen overhead.

“You all good?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he answers flatly, “aside from the fact that my dick feels like a stick of dynamite that’s about to explode.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So, what are you waiting for?” he says. “Aren’t you gonna go downstairs and give our new companion what she needs?”

“What about you?”

“I can hold out a little longer. There’s a bit of quantum turbulence going on. Once we get through that, I’ll set the controls to auto and join you.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

“Alright. I’ll try not to wear her out completely before you come down.”

Traven smirks. “Based on the racket she’s makin’, I don’t think either one of us’ll be wearin’ her out anytime soon.”

I think he’s right.

We’re gonna have our hands full with Miss Binx.

I roll out of my cradle and open a hatch on the floor of the cockpit. Binx’s cries instantly double in volume. I descend the narrow stairway curving down into the dark bedroom below.

Halfway down, I pause.

The wall imagers are off, and the only light is the dim glow coming from the small lamps lining the walls. Just enough illumination to make out a writhing shape in the center of the bed.

“Nomad,” I whisper. “Increase bedroom lights by five percent.”

The glow increases slightly. Not enough to disturb Binx, but enough for me to get a better look at what she’s doing down there. My cock throbs within the confines of my jeans. Precum dribbles down my leg.

Binx is lying on her back in the middle of the bed with her eyes closed. She’s dressed in a little silk robe that flows over her skin like water. The top of the robe is half open, exposing one of her breasts. She’s got the hem pushed down between her open thighs so she can rub herself with the smooth silk. Even in the low light, I can see that the fabric is soaking wet.

And the sounds coming out of her…

Fuck, it’s enough to drive a man insane.

I’ve been warping for almost twenty cycles now, and I’ve been with my fair share of women in that time, but I’ve never seen another woman who turns me on the way this one does. I can’t take my eyes off her. I don’t even want to blink for fear that Imight miss something beautiful. The flutter of an eyelash. The quiver of a lip.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Traven’s voice startles me out of my trance. He’s standing right behind me on the stairs. His eyes are locked on the center of the bed.

“I thought you were going to steer the ship through that turbulence.”

“I did.”

Damn. How long have I been standing here watching Binx?

“Long enough to have fucked her twice,” Traven says, reading my mind.

---