The Original Sin (Skye Morrison Vampire Series, #3) by J.L. McCoy Read Free Book Online Page A

my arms around his waist.
    “Nikki, prep us a few rounds and I’ll seat them in Tori’s section,” Dan said and then led our group across the bar and to a large booth close to the stage.
    “Come sit with me on your break, Nik,” I called over my shoulder to her and she gave me a bright smile and a thumbs up. 
    Dan seated us, introduced us to his newest waitress Tori and then went back to work.  Tori looked barely 18, had long blond hair to match her long legs, blue eyes, and an impressively large augmented chest.
    “What can I get for you fellas?” she purred as she put her hands on the table and leaned in.  Her shirt was very low cut and her breasts were only inches away from Jameson’s cheek.
    “Nikki is already making our drinks at the bar,” Jameson said uncomfortably as he looked up at her and tried his best to avoid looking directly at her massive chest. 
    Killian coughed, drawing her attention, and her eyes widened as she took him in.  “Well, what about you?  Can I get you anything?”
    Killian shook his head but smiled sexily at her.  I could tell that he was instantly attracted to her. 
    “Wh…well…uh…I’ll go see if your order is ready,” she faltered at his gorgeous smile.  “I’ll be right back.”
    “You guys just aren’t fair,” I said, addressing the three of them.  “Between your vampire pheromones and your gorgeous good looks, we humans just don’t stand a chance.”  Killian and Jameson laughed and even Emrick managed a grin.
    Tori brought us our drinks and made small talk before a nearby table called her away.  I personally was glad for the interruption.  Watching her fawn over Killian and Jameson was a little stomach churning.  I hoped I didn’t act like that when I was around them. 
    After a few rounds, Jameson’s band arrived and he excused himself to go warm up.  Killian joined him and took his place at the side of the stage to stand guard.  It was just Emrick and I left at the table, but I didn’t mind.  It was nice to just sit in silence and watch Jameson warm up his guitar and cut up with his band.
    A few songs into Jameson’s show and I was itching to dance.  The beat of the bodhran drums and the trill of the accordion and bagpipes were seeping into my veins.  I was swaying in my seat and couldn’t take it anymore.
    “I have to dance!” I shouted across the table at Emrick.
    He glanced worriedly at the dance floor and then back to me.
    “Are you coming or not?” I asked as I slid out of the booth.  “You can stay here, you know.  I’ll just be a few feet away.”
    Emrick scowled and glanced at the dance floor once more before he slid out and grabbed my hand.  I gasped at his touch, never expecting it, and allowed him to lead me to the edge of the floor.
    “We will dance,” he growled unhappily as he started to move awkwardly beside me.
    I smiled up at him, delighted that he was willing to accommodate my request, and started dancing.  After a few minutes, the scowl on Emrick's face eased and it looked like he was beginning to enjoy himself a little.  He still scanned the room every few seconds, but he was generally more relaxed.
    “You’re not a bad dancer,” I smiled, leaning into him a little.
    Emrick actually winked at me and grabbed my hands as he expertly spun me around.
    “Emrick!” I squealed in surprised delight as he moved us across the floor.  I had no idea a dancer was hiding under that rough, quiet exterior.  He was unexpectedly agile and smooth and maneuvered my body with the utmost care and skill.
    After twenty fun minutes of laughing and dancing, I was ready for a break.  We walked back over to the table and Emrick stopped a few feet away.  He growled angrily as he spotted Dean, Zephyr, and another man at our table.
    “That’s my friend Dean,” I explained as I grabbed onto his arm to stop his imminent assault.  “He won’t hurt me.”
    “But, he is wolf,” he snarled.
    “Yes,” I nodded my head.