Blood Kisses (Nightwalkers Book 1) by H. N. Sieverding Read Free Book Online

his mouth, it wouldn't have spoiled the whole vampire fantasy,
and she would've easily slept with him.
    "Of
course." He flexed his muscles, trying to impress her, "Looking
amazing takes lots of upkeep."
    "Amazing,
huh?" She glanced down at his very perky cock, his hands going down to
stroke it when he saw her gaze. It was a nice piece, something to be proud of,
and he seemed to love showing it off. His good looks might make its way into
her stories, but not his personality.
    "Oh
yeah, and now I'm gonna rock your world, sweetheart." He went to kneel on
the bed, but she shot him an angry look. "What?"
    "Cover
that." She pointed downward.
    Spencer
let out an annoyed groan. "No."
    "Now."
She motioned toward the door.
    Wrinkling
his nose, Spencer bared his fangs at her, hissing.
    "Come
on, it’s not a big deal, just put one on. According to you, vampires don’t shoot
blanks, and I’m not covered under that kind of insurance at the moment."
    "You're
not a vampire. I can't get you pregnant."
    "I
don't believe you."
    "Fine,
whatever. Then, do you got one?" He held out his hand to her.
    "Nope."
She laughed. "Ask one of your buddies out there. Maybe they came to the
job more prepared than you."
    He
stood and pulled up his pants, irritably yanking up his zipper. She watched him
walk over to his shirt, admiring the black tattoo that snaked around his upper
bicep. He tossed it on without buttoning it and angrily left the bedroom.
    He
walked out into the living room, and his eyes turned to Natalie, who was
sitting on the floor near the wall, her eyes staring straight ahead. Spencer
smiled as he waved a playful hand in front of her face. They must have put her
in a trance to keep her from “rescuing” Ashleigh.
    "Hey."
He strode over to the guys on the couch, holding out his hand as he sent them a
very angry glare. "Help me out."
    Nathan
chuckled as he caught a glimpse of Ashleigh wandering into a room across from
hers. "What’s wrong?" He turned back to Spencer, who was now wiggling
his fingers and motioning for Nathan to hurry up.
    "She’s
cautious okay? So, hurry up, give me one."
    "You better not be doing what I think you are." Nathan narrowed
his eyes. "Leave her alone, Spencer. Robert will be pissed if you mess
around with her. Flirting is one thing, but going further than that isn't
appropriate. We promised we'd—"
    "What’s
he gonna do? He only said he wanted to meet her. He didn’t say anything about
sleeping with her. And what’s he gonna do if she’d rather be with me? I’m
better looking than our girly master anyway."
    "He’ll
put a bounty on your head." Nathan pointed an imaginary gun at Spencer. "Or
better yet, make you kill yourself."
    Ashleigh
opened her door, her voice loud. "Spencer!"
    Spencer
smirked as he reached forward and playfully punched Nathan in the shoulder. "Make
sure Ashleigh doesn’t see that chick like that. Put her in her room or
something."
    "Sure."
Nathan motioned for Natalie to stand. "Go to bed."
    Natalie
slowly began walking down the hallway, Spencer squeezing by her and going back
into Ashleigh’s room. She was sitting at her computer when he came in. He shut
the door, clicking the lock into place.
    "You’re
back." She shut her laptop and set it on the floor, slipping it under the
bed. She was now fully dressed, a very excited smile on her face. Reaching
under the blanket, she grabbed a small object there and threw it at Spencer. "Here."
    He
caught it artfully in his hand. "Thanks." Spencer put it in his back
pocket then walked over to the bed.
    "I
thought you’d need that for next time." Ashleigh laughed when she caught
his dirty look.
    "Next
time?" Spencer took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground, his hands
pausing on the waistband of his pants as he smiled at her. One of his eyebrows was
slightly raised, a very playful air to his voice. "Who said you get a next
time? Next time, you will let me off
the hook on this stupid…" He pulled the condom out of his back pocket