Real Vampires Don't Diet by Gerry Bartlett Read Free Book Online

and jerked at the waistband on both sides. All I got for my trouble was a broken nail.
    "Damn it to hell."
    The bathroom door swung open. "Seems a shame, but I've got scissors." Ray grinned and strolled in.
    "Get out." I grabbed a towel and held it over my breasts.
    "What about the jeans?" Ray walked around and eyed my backside. "Red thong? Cute. But obviously you haven't made much progress here."
    I felt cold metal slide between my butt cheeks and shivered. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
    "They've got to come off so here goes." His hand landed on my shoulder. "Don't budge now, I've got to get the blade in a little lower. Wouldn't want to hurt you."
    I stood rooted to the floor. Oh. My. God. How perverted was it to be totally turned on by the chill of a metal blade easing lower? I felt Ray's breath against my back. I didn't need to look to know his lips were inches from that "cute" red thong.
    "Don't move, I said." He slid a ringer beside the scissor blade and wiggled it.
    "I didn't" Not move? I braced both hands on the granite countertop in front of me before my knees buckled, my towel dropping to the floor.
    "Yes, you did. And these damned jeans Wet denim. I can't seem to cut through it. I'm feeling weak. Maybe I need to feed from you again. The neck this time. Or Will told me there's a spot on the inner thigh"I jerked and the point grazed me"but we'd have to get these off first."
    "Ow! Watch it back there." I just bet Ray was grinning. "I think you're plenty strong enough to handle cutting a little cloth if you just concentrate, Ray." There's nothing a new vamp likes more than feeding from an ancient one. And, while I'm a lot younger than some vamps I know, to Ray my blood is an aged vintage.
    "Oh, man, I think I cut you." Another finger joined the first and I closed my eyes. "Oh, yes, you're definitely bleeding." God in heaven, was that his tongue? "Ray?"
    "You're okay, I healed you." Every word was another puff of warm air on my backside. "I'm sorry, Glory. I promise to be more careful."
    "Youyou do that." I have absolutely no willpower when it comes to resisting men with clever hands or tongues. A flush heated my cheeks. I wet my lips and bit back a moan. Oh, God. At least I couldn't see my reflection in the double mirrors over the twin sinks. Glory the slut would be staring back at me.
    "I think the material's about to give."
    Give. Oh, yes. Come on, Ray, give me Then I heard the snap of the scissors. Cool air on my butt. Ray peeled the wet fabric down my thighs then eased it off first one foot, then the other. Sanity finally arrived when I realized he was getting the full back-

    door view.
    I grabbed the towel, wrapped it around me and kicked the jeans away. "Thanks, Ray. Couldn't have done it without you." I took the scissors and laid them on the counter. "You don't need to feed again so soon, just rest while I take my shower. I won't be long."
    "Seems like I earned a reward for rescuing you from lower body strangulation." Ray grinned and moved closer. He ran a finger down one of my thighs. "Look at these terrible red marks. You were suffering. I've got lots of jets in the shower. Let me show you how they work and soothe your hurts."
    I put my hand on his bare chest to give myself some space. Enough of this. I blamed all of these restless urges Ray had stirred up on Jerry. He should be here helping me see in the New Year properly. Then I never would have been out on the lake, met Aggie, been in this horrible Oh, hell.
    "I'm fine, Ray. But speaking of suffering, go lie down. That alcohol you drank is bound to kick in soon and you're going to wish you were really dead. Trust me on this."
    "You can trust me, Glory. Your boyfriend stood you up on New Year's Eve, Glory. Will told me he took off for Europe tonight when he could've waited one more night."
    "He had something important"
    "More important than you?" Ray shook his head, obviously mind reading big-time. "That's just wrong. You going to let him get