A couple of minutes later, our clothes returned to us, stopping about four feet off the ground.
“There you go, that should have gotten rid of all the grit,” Rafe said as he plucked his jockeys from the floating mass of clothing.
I watched him step into them and grinning, started looking for my panties. Mine were easy to spot as both the panties and my bra were red. They stood out amidst all the black leather. I held the bra in my teeth while I slipped into my panties. I looked up then, expecting that Rafe would be watching me as I had watched him, but even before I saw him pulling his leather pants out of the floating pile, I could tell he was keeping his eyes off me. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was playing the gentleman or because he didn’t want any more distractions during my training time.
Reluctantly giving into my mentor’s desires, I hurriedly finished dressing.
Rafe was still pulling his boots on when I sat down and reactivated our circle. He noted my closing the circle and nodded. “Good work, Apprentice.”
Humph, he only referred to me as “Apprentice” when he was either formally training me or scolding me about my doing something he didn’t think proper.
I gave him a smile, but I knew he could tell I was a little miffed.
Rafe sat down in front of me, and we got back to work.
It was getting dark before Rafe called a halt to the day’s training. It was a good day. I had finally gotten the hang of the wind spell and had used it to move the tops of trees and create another dust devil, this one far away from our circle. I had begun to sweat from the effort of controlling the forces the spell unleashed, and I was also as horny as hell. I knew Rafe was feeling the same, to a lesser degree, even though he had tried to dampen both of our emotions. I didn’t like it when he did that, and I’d told him on more than one occasion, but he was the mentor. It wasn’t as if I could make him stop. Still, I had felt his emotions for long enough that day that I knew I could seduce him with very little effort. I was looking forward to the night.
We dropped the meshing, and Rafe summoned his salt back into its bottle. Beast lit beside us and morphed back into Rafe’s Harley. I was more than a little disappointed because I had planned on beginning my seductive moves as soon as Rafe got on the back of my Harley. Oh well, there’d be plenty of time at the room.
We rode back into Raton side by side on the narrow road. My headlights came on automatically, but Rafe actually had to turn his on. Well, maybe not, he could let Beast do the steering or activate his senses tat, but neither of those choices would allow other vehicles to see him.
The motel’s little diner was closed, so we rode back to the main drag and stopped at a KFC. It was a mutual decision, I’m from southwest Virginia, and we love our fried chicken in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Rafe ordered an eight-piece bucket with sides of Cole Slaw and mashed potatoes. We also stopped and picked up a six-pack of beer on the way back to the room. Let me tell you, casting magic all afternoon had left this young Wanderer thirsty.
We parked directly in front of our door at the north end of the motel. The parking lot was quiet so Rafe dismissed Beast for the night as soon as we dismounted. Beast growled something I didn’t catch, morphed, and then flew off, looking for all the world like a hawk. Rafe carried the bucket of chicken, so I unlocked the door and hit the light switch.
The motel room wasn’t anything special, but it did have a bathroom with a shower with hot and cold running water, and it had a big comfortable looking bed. I didn’t know what I wanted to do first, eat (I was starving), jump Rafe’s bones (I was hungry in more ways than one), or take a shower.
The smell of fried chicken followed me into the room, and my stomach growled. I guess my stomach got first vote. I set the beer on the table and started shucking off my leathers.
I heard the door close and looked back to see Rafe standing in front of it and casting his warding spell that would alarm if anyone tried to come in or began a dangerous spell within range of our room.
I felt the snap of energy when he completed the spell. He turned and came to the table, setting the bucket of chicken and the boxes of fixings in front of me.
I dropped my jacket onto the back of the chair and sat down to unsnap my boots. Taking off the top of the bucket, I grabbed an extra-crispy thigh off the top. I tore off a large bite and chewed rapidly, not at all lady-like. I glanced up and saw Rafe was eyeing the king-size bed.
He lowered his eyes to mine, “One bed?”
I swallowed and chuckled. “I thought that was my line.”
He looked puzzled and then smiled. “Yeah, that was the first thing you said when I got that first room. Are you sure about this, I thought you and Alex–”
“Me and Alex? What are you talking about?”
“Either I’ve gotten senile in my old age, or you and Alex were bumping pelvises yesterday morning,” Rafe said as he sat down across from me and grabbed an original recipe breast out of the bucket.
I grinned and thought about making some comment about his choice, but decided to be serious instead. “That was yesterday, and in case you haven’t noticed, Alex is a thousand miles away.”
I took another bite of crunchy goodness and then popped the
