The Other Side (Haunting Love - Vol. 3): Haunting Love, #3

By Emma Brown

Volume 3 of the Haunting Love series

Chelsea is tired of the supernatural world she's been thrust into ever since moving to Boston to study at Boston English College. After unraveling a twisted world of vampires, witches and sexual exploits over the past few months, Chelsea is looking forward to a break.

Unfortunately, no such break awaits her. There is a ghost, or several, haunting her college's dormitory building and her handsome professor, George, wants Chelsea on the case.

What she finds there surprises her, as she opens the gates to a whole new world of passionate experiences and the occult.

Note: Parts of Haunting Love were previously published as Chelsea’s Secrets.

Also includes Sneak Peeks at some upcoming novels!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Oct 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536515558

Emma Brown

Emma Brown is an investigative reporter at The Washington Post. In her life before journalism, she worked as a wilderness ranger in Wyoming and a middle school math teacher in Alaska. She lives with her husband and two children in Washington, DC.

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Volume 3 of the Haunting Love series

Chelsea is tired of the supernatural world she's been thrust into ever since moving to Boston to study at Boston English College. After unraveling a twisted world of vampires, witches and sexual exploits over the past few months, Chelsea is looking forward to a break.

Unfortunately, no such break awaits her. There is a ghost, or several, haunting her college's dormitory building and her handsome professor, George, wants Chelsea on the case.

What she finds there surprises her, as she opens the gates to a whole new world of passionate experiences and the occult.

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Note: Parts of Haunting Love were previously published as Chelsea’s Secrets.

Also includes Sneak Peeks at some upcoming novels!

~Volume Three~

I was beyond glad that the holidays were approaching fast; going back to Idaho for Christmas was just what I needed to clear my mind and rest up from all of the crazy things my life in Boston had become. Two entire weeks of a normal routine: no vampires, no witches, nothing out of the ordinary. Sometimes I found myself thinking that, at the end of the day, I don’t really even know what the definition of normal is at this point. Even though I was quite happy to be leaving school for a while and getting a break from the madness, I couldn't help but question whether I would miss it, or maybe even be bored by the lack of supernatural occurrences. After all, sure they were exhausting and dangerous, but I had to admit, they were really exciting.

One thing was for sure: I would miss all the mind-blowing vampire sex I was having! But knowing Mason, I knew he could, and would, find me in Idaho – at least, I hoped. Mason was my lover at the time, and, in typical Mason fashion, had gone M.I.A. once again. He did this often but I was starting to worry; he had never been gone this long, at least without checking in. Knowing that Mason could see me wherever he was, I thought of going out with Ethan, an ex-lover (kind of, sort of). I thought that would definitely get Mason's attention. In the end, though, I couldn’t bring myself to stoop that low. I would just have to wait and be patient and hope that Mason showed up sooner rather than later.

I wanted to be back in Idaho by Sunday, which meant I had six days to do everything that needed to be done at school and then get packed to go. I decided to stay on campus in the mostly empty Boston English Hall until I left for Idaho so I could be present for any after class sessions and study groups. I’d been too distracted lately with extracurricular activities, and was starting to lose my focus, so it was finally time to get serious. This particular week I had finals, meaning I had even more than usual to do. I had one last class to attend today before finals; Professor Georges' class. I got my things and headed that way, and when I got to class, I took my seat.

You're still staying with me, right? It’s the strangest thing...I could really use the company...I’ve been waking up and no joke, not remembering the night before...kinda creepy... Brittany was talking to me, sitting in the chair next to me. I had met Brittany the first day of school, way back in August. She was from Idaho too. Naturally, it didn't take long for us to become very close friends. We did everything together; we shopped, we studied, and we even got our schedules changed so we could share most of our classes. We’d become best friends and we had a bond like no other. What Brittany didn't know was I had always found her...well, sexy. She had beautiful dark brown hair, big green eyes, and a body to kill for. Everything I didn’t have, basically.

Yeah, I’m staying with you. I have my things. I answered quickly.

That’s great. She said with a smile on her face. But I do want to warn you, there have been some strange incidents happening around here lately.

What do you mean 'strange' incidents? I asked with some concern in my voice.

Voices, shadows and ghosts...I mean, beyond me just saying I’m not remembering the night before. I mean, that could just be grad school fatigue! She answered.

Are you sure? I mean, it could be some of the guys pulling pranks or something? She didn’t respond. Yikes, I sighed to myself. Not this again.

With a serious tone, she finally said, No, this is different. Like last night I followed voices into the lecture hall, and woke up the next morning in my bed.

How is that weird? I asked her.

Well, because I remember hearing voices, and following them into the lecture hall, but everything after that is a total blur. I don't even remember coming back to my room or going to bed. I just remember waking up.

Oh. You're probably just tired and stressed from finals. I answered, trying to convince myself. Maybe you had a dream and it was so vivid that it seemed real.

Maybe, maybe not... She just smiled and shook her head.

Brittany was the suspicious type. If she had experienced half the things I had in the past few months, she would have totally freaked out. I gathered my things and got ready to head out after the lecture when Professor George stopped me.

Say, I heard you are staying here on campus until after finals. he started.

Well! News travels fast, huh? I gulped.

Yes, well, with that being said, I was glad to hear it. I have an assignment for you. I know that you are busy with finals, which I know you will pass without trouble, but this assignment is different. It's not a written assignment, if that helps.

What kind of assignment is it? I asked curiously.

I want you to find out what is going on around here, in this building and in Boston English Lecture Hall, in particular. A few students seem to think it is haunted, after spending some time in here...A few students don’t even remember the nights...Actually, I... . He started to say something but then trailed off.

I see you and Brittany have been talking. He just smiled. Yes, well, it's not just her. Quite a few students have spoken to me about it. It’s probably just someone playing a prank on the other students in the study hall, maybe dropping pills in their drinks, or something similar. No matter what it may be, I need it dealt with in a very discreet manner - can't have the board getting wind of this. I’ve heard from others that you seem to have some, well, special talents when it comes to things of this nature, yes?

I will see what I can do. I stated, accepting the job.

Thank you. He said and I left the lecture hall headed back to Brittany’s room.

*****

Britt and I spent the whole evening eating pizza and having one of those quintessential, marathon girl talks that college and grad school are known as being good for.

So, what do you think of Professor George? Brittany asked, after we had already been chatting for hours.

He is ok, I guess. I was quiet.

Honestly, though, in the back of my head I couldn’t help but fantasize about him. I had been all semester. With his broad shoulders, and his body so muscular that you could see it through his tight fitting suits, brown eyes that could devour you, to his nicely groomed hair and beard. Standing at about six feet tall, Professor George was indeed a very gorgeous man.

What? Girl, he is gorgeous, and single, did you know that? Like really, how is he single? He is charming, romantic, educated and drop dead sexy, right?

I don't know, why don’t you ask him why he hasn’t found Ms. Right yet? I teased

Maybe I will. She said flirtatiously

You wouldn't dare I replied; she just smiled deviously.

Tonight it is only going to be the two of us. Kyle and Nate have a meeting, and something about football I think. Brittany said

I was a bit let down. I was really hoping everyone would be here tonight, so I could narrow down the list of suspects who had been causing the pranks, and find out what is really going on. But I just smiled; I didn’t let Brittany know that I was slightly disappointed.

I finally let Brittany in on the assignment I had been given and she willingly agreed to help me in whatever way she could.

At least I will finally be able to experience the mystery of the lecture hall! I jokingly told her.

We headed down to the lecture hall to begin what I thought was going to be a boring night. I was wrong.

*****

We had been down in the Lecture hall for about two hours. Nothing had happened yet, and honestly, I was quite bored of waiting and was ready to get out of there when all of a sudden Professor George walked in.

Sorry to disturb you, ladies, I just need to grab a few things, he said, walking over to his desk

No need to be sorry, Professor George. I said to reassure him. I had to admit, seeing him here like this...I thought he was cute.

Professor George, would you mind if I asked you something? Brittany looked over at me and winked.

I knew exactly what she intended on asking him and, though I felt shy, I was more than ready to hear the answer he had.

Sure, ask away, he said, stepping back from what he was doing and placing all of his attention on Brittany.

How are you single? she asked. I dropped my head a bit, not knowing what his response would be.

Well, I suppose it's complicated. he replied with a grin.

That isn't an answer. Do you have a girlfriend? she asked, being very persistent in her usual fashion.

What does this have to do with finals, Brittany? he asked, quite puzzled now.

She responded in a very flirty way, saying, I never said it was a question about finals, sir.

Brittany, we have a lot to go over in a very short period of time. I said, trying to change the subject. I turned red so easily.

Professor George looked a little red too as he said Chelsea is right; I will be out of your way in just a minute.

There seemed to be a flash of light. I barely saw it out of the corner of my eye. But it was enough.

Then, suddenly and without any warning, an undeniable change came over the whole atmosphere in the room, and over the three of us, almost as if what happened next was meant to happen. For some unexplained reason, I was overcome with a hot feeling: all I wanted to do was have sex. The feeling of extreme desire came over my entire body. It consumed me and all I wanted was Brittany’s perfect body and Professor Georges' masculine hands all over my body. I looked over at Brittany, and before I could say a word she kissed me. She slowly slipped her tongue into my mouth, massaging our tongues together, and we began making out passionately. Her tongue was soft against mine. As our lips were locked, I could feel my nipples getting hard and my pussy getting wetter and wetter with each kiss we shared. I had never felt this excitement before; I had wanted her for so long.

Without a word, she reached for my blouse and, starting at the top button, she unbuttoned every button, taking her time, making sure the anticipation I was feeling was unbearable. Then, she smiled and ripped the shirt from my body and quickly unhooked my holiday-red bra, revealing my firm, large tits. It felt good as the air hit them and I, surprisingly, felt no embarrassment at what was unfolding. She grabbed one in her hand and began sucking, licking and nibbling on my nipples like they were chocolate. I moaned with pleasure and let the waves of ecstasy rush over me.

I knew that with all the sensations I was feeling, I had to make her want it...want me... just as bad as I wanted her. I reached down to her belt and undid the buckle, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. I softly played with her pussy through her panties, and I could tell she was shaved. She bucked as I played, enjoying my touch. I knelt down and slowly started licking her. I sucked her clit until she slowly started to cum, her sticky juices rolling down my tongue and into my mouth. Her legs quivered around me.

She pulled me up and sat me on the desk and pulled my pants down. She inserted three fingers into my tight, sopping wet pussy and began to quickly finger me. It felt incredibly good as she rammed three and then four fingers into my cunt, hitting places that made me feel ways that I had never felt before. It was pure ecstasy. I felt her large tits bounce in my hands and she worked me over. Her body, in reality, felt even better than I’d imagined. It felt wrong but it felt so good. Mason was missing and hadn’t contacted me in some time, after all, and besides, what did I have to lose?

It felt so good, but I didn’t want to cum just yet. I wanted to get everything I could out of this. Maybe, just maybe, we could get Professor George involved and fulfill every one of our fantasies. As though reading my mind, just then Professor George walked over to us. Without touching either of us he sat down in the chair in front of us and watched us. He pulled his huge, throbbing cock from his pants. He was so big, and I couldn’t wait to be fucked by him! Mason was completely gone from my mind by then.

Professor George began stroking his cock and directing us. He told us exactly what he wanted us to do. First he spoke to me: Chelsea, take off Brittany's shirt. I did exactly as I was told, and followed by unsnapping her bra and releasing those tits I had only fantasized about playing with.

Suck on her nipples. he said firmly.

I gladly starting sucking her hard nipples, licking and nibbling on them until she was moaning like a broken record.

Professor George stood up from where he was sitting and began unbuttoning his shirt. He came to the last button and dropped the shirt where he stood, and he took a moment looking enticingly at us naked, lying there on that cold wooden table, nipples hard and pussies wet. Ready and willing to be fucked by his huge cock.

He unbuttoned his pants, and then bent over and removed his shoes and took off his pants. His long tie was in the corner. He stroked his huge cock as he looked us over. We both wanted him very badly.

He barked out another command. Brittany, get down from the table, and stand at the end of it. Chelsea, slide that pretty little ass down to the end of the table, bend your legs and spread them! It was so weird but hot to hear proper Professor George using language like that. I felt weak in the knees.

We both did what we were told and, as he walked up behind Brittany, I could tell from the look in her eyes that she felt the same as I did. Too excited for words, but not knowing exactly what to expect next. Professor George was standing behind Brittany, cock so hard as to be standing straight out. He told Brittany, Bend over with your hands on the table and pleasure Chelsea.

She bent over, put her hands on the table and began licking my sticky wet pussy.

Professor George walked over to the table where my head was and had me suck on his rock hard cock as Brittany expertly licked and sucked on my clit.

I need you to lube it up for me, sexy he whispered to me. I knew what he meant.

I sucked his throbbing cock the way I had with Mason, deeply, quickly. And it must have been working because he began to moan.

He pulled himself from my mouth and went back around the table and got behind Brittany. He stuck his cock deep into her without hesitation. It must have caught her by surprise because she stopped eating my pussy just long enough for Professor George to slyly say to her I said make Chelsea cum.

She once again began to lick my pussy, only now she was really getting into it and I was loving it. She removed one hand from the table and shoved three fingers into my cunt. She worked her fingers with everything she had, and in turn, I worked my hips along with her so I could feel every ounce of pleasure that I possibly could. Professor George was still behind her, fucking her as hard as he could, moaning as he lightly slapped her perfect, firm ass. It was a surprise when he stopped all of the sudden.

Then, he commanded, Brittany, get up on the table and sit on Chelsea's face. She did what he said and she came around the table, climbed up and sat her sweet tasting pussy on my face. She was so wet from George's cock that I could already taste her juices.

Professor George situated me to his liking and plunged his big cock deep into my pussy. I was so turned on by it all that I let out a scream, letting him know that his cock would definitely do the trick. He began fucking me just as hard as he had been fucking Brittany. Rub your clit he said. I did what he told me to. He was, after all, in command.

I began rubbing my clit while he was grinding hard and rhythmically between my hips. I got my hand up to Brittany's perfect little pussy, and inserted two fingers. She wildly rode my fingers, begging for more. Put in two more she screamed, Put in two more! I entered two more fingers into her and she continued riding my fingers like my hands were a vibrator.

She started moaning yes, yeah, yeah and I knew she was getting ready to burst.

I worked with her, responding as she bucked beneath me. As she came hard, I began rubbing my clit faster than before. The professor still had his massive cock in me.

I felt my knees trembling, I shouted at Professor George FUCK ME HARDER! I’M CUMMING He plowed me as hard as his body would allow, and about that time he pulled out of me.

Lay down beside each other on your backs girls, hang your head off the table. We did exactly what he asked. We knew what he wanted to do with us.

We got into position and the professor began stroking his huge cock before us, faster and faster until finally he came all over our tits and necks. We were drenched from his hot, thick cum.

Then, without a word Professor George put on his clothes, grabbed the things he came to retrieve and left. ‘Had any of that just really happen?’ I thought as I laid out on the table, still too overcome with pleasure to move. Mason’s face came to mind then and I felt a pang of guilt, of loneliness, and of desire.

*****

I woke up in Brittany's room the next morning, thinking about what had happened the night before. I remembered everything that had happened, every little detail. Brittany was not in the room when I woke up, but just as I was deep in my thoughts she walked in.

Good Morning she said, no different than how she would normally greet me.

Oh my god last night was something, wasn't it? those were the only words I could find. I wanted to talk about it and I wanted to forget about it all at once.

Yeah it must have been a pretty intense study session, for me to have passed out on you. Thanks for bringing me back to the room, by the way she laughed. I gave her a puzzled look.

Then I said, Right....

Maybe that's what has been happening the whole time? Have I been slowly going mad? Did Brittany really not remember what happened last night? Did the Professor remember it? Or was I the only one? Had I dreamt or imagined the whole thing?

Yeah, we went real hard last night I replied, meaning something different than her.

If she only remembered what had happened the night before, she would see that there really was something going on. The Professor said once before he thought it might be drugs, or a prank. After last night, I definitely knew that it wasn’t either of those two. Was it something supernatural? If it was indeed a ghost, what in the hell did it want? And why did these things only happen in the lecture hall? I needed answers, so I decided to go and visit Angela, just to see if she knew anything about what had been going on. If nothing else, I just needed to tell someone else what I had experienced.

*****

Angela was also a vampire, just like Mason. They were very close and I felt safe with her, for the most part. There was something slightly unsettling about her. Maybe it was just that she was supernatural. She watched over me while Mason was gone just to make sure nothing or no one tried to hurt me. Angela had the ability