Page 65 of Professor and the Seer
“Of course. We’re not far.” He got them back onto the road as she leaned back with a sigh.
“So, I had a vision before that ghost attacked me. Actually, more like a history lesson. Do you remember a blank book in the archive?”
He pursed his lips. “There’re actually a few.” If it gave off a vibe, even though blank, they stored it somewhere safe.
“This one was slim, completely empty, but for some reason, I found myself wanting to see inside. While I held the book, the mirror exploded, and I ran from the archive.”
“And fought Swain.”
“Before that, though, the book showed me why it had been kept.” She paused. “Turns out we have the Reaper story all wrong.”
“Meaning what?”
“He wasn’t put in that prison place because he’d done something wrong. He was betrayed by a woman. Because of her, he got shoved in that other dimension, and she put a curse on the only doorway to it.”
“She wanted to make sure he couldn’t escape,” he surmised. “Why?”
She shrugged. “That part wasn’t quite clear, but I’d assume power. She summoned him inside some kind of magic-binding circle and demanded he give her something.”
“I don’t see how this has anything to do with you.”
“Not me so much as my power. I think she wants to use me to ensure she can avoid Reaper and his revenge. And Reaper needs me to get to her.”
“Bloody hell.” He clutched the wheel tight. “I won’t let you get dragged into their conflict.”
Sensing his agitation, she placed a hand on his thigh. “Trust me, I’m not crazy about it either.”
“There has to be a way to protect you from their vendetta.”
“I’d rather pretend they don’t exist,” she said with a sigh, leaning against his shoulder.
So would he, but he couldn’t ignore the fact she’d come under attack a few times now. He also knew they’d gotten lucky today. More than ever, he regretted not being a warrior like his friend Bane.
They arrived at his house to see his mom’s car gone. A note on the kitchen counter told them she’d been called away and wouldn’t be back until the next day but that she’d defrosted a container of stew and there was bread in the fridge for toasting and dipping.
John appreciated the privacy because the first thing he did? Carried a protesting Frieda upstairs to the bathroom, where he stripped her damp clothes.
“I can undress myself,” she stated softly.
“Yeah, but it’s more fun when I do it,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood. She’d been somber since waking, the events of the day having hit her harder than she’d admit.
She needed to relax. He started by washing her, putting her in a hot shower that took the chill from her flesh, soaping her all over until her lips parted with pleasure and her eyes went to half-mast with desire.
He carried her to his bed, laying her naked on its quilt. He’d partially stripped in the bathroom and now removed the rest of his clothes before he pressed himself against her. Skin to skin. He braced himself so as to not crush her, but she dragged him down, whispering, “I like the weight of your body on mine.”
Their lips met in a soft kiss, a sensual embrace that left them both breathless. His mouth then went exploring, seeking the soft skin of her neck for a suckle before moving lower to the valley between her breasts.
She gasped when his lips latched onto the tip of her breast, sucking at it, tugging the sweet berry into his mouth. She squirmed and moaned, her fingers threading the hair on his head as he played.
When he moved lower and nuzzled the soft flesh of her belly then thighs, she parted her legs for him. She arched her hips, but he took his time, rubbing his face against her mound, teasing her until she actually growled, “Get to the point.”
He laughed as he finally sought the honeyed core of her, loving how she moaned when he placed his mouth against her and blew.
Her hips bucked, and so he chose to toy, kissing her inner thigh, giving her a hot huff against her sex, kissing the other thigh.
She whimpered in need, a sound that almost undid him. He meant to tease, not torture.
He buried his face between her legs and lapped at her sweetness, parting her nether lips that he might lick and taste. He only paused to give flicks and sucks to her clit, loving how she responded, her fingers digging into his scalp as she rode his face.