Real Vampires: Glory Does Vegas by Bartlett, Gerry (white hot kiss TXT) 📕

That’s not the same thing. I hope this one will never be sold. I had your name engraved inside. Hopefully that will make sure you keep it.” He held up my hand to admire it on my wrist. “You know that’s an infinity symbol. That’s because I believe we will last forever.” He kissed the inside of my wrist where my vein ran. “Do you believe that?”

I looked up and met his dark eyes that seemed so sincere. “Forever? I would like to think so, but I wonder if it’s possible. I’m just happy we keep coming together time and time again, even after hundreds of years. Maybe we do have something unbreakable between us.” I stared down at the beautiful white gold and diamond bangle. I’d noticed a Tiffany boutique in the lobby of this hotel but was surprised he’d remembered exactly which bracelet he’d given me decades ago. And to even take the time to personalize it! If I’d needed proof that he still loved me, this was it.

Something deep inside me wanted to ask why. What did he see in me that was so special? Jeremiah knew me so well and he certainly knew how to please me. I tried to please him and yet… I pulled his head down and kissed him, a paltry thank you for such an expensive present. I had nothing to give him but myself. I poured all my love into that kiss, moving closer and twining my arms around his neck. He responded as he always did, eagerly, pulling me in and taking control of our lovemaking. He found the zipper at the back of my dress and slid it down. I wore nothing under it but a pink thong. When the dress fell to the floor, he stepped back and looked me over.

“You never change. You are perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so.” I carefully stepped out of the dress and laid it on a chair. “You fattened me up with cakes and puddings before you made me vampire. Maggie was wise enough to diet down to a perfect size before your cousin Jacob Campbell turned her. I wish I’d had the good sense to do so.”

“She says you were the one who told her to get to her perfect size first or she’d regret it.” He ran a hand down my side. “It drove Fergus mad when she went on that strict diet. He liked her curves before she starved herself.” He patted my bum. “Don’t you know ancient men can’t stand a bony woman? You are just right, Gloriana. Never complain about this again.” He put his other hand on my breast. “Or this.” He leaned down and licked my nipple. “Never, ever complain that you have too much of this.”

I closed my eyes and let him seduce me. I had to admit he knew how to distract me from my worry about Valdez. He’d managed to get me onto the bed and had lost his own clothes when his phone buzzed.

“Check it, Jeremiah. It might be Sherie.” I sat up, my haze of pleasure vanishing.

He reached for the phone he’d set on the nightstand. “It’s a text from her. He’s out of dog jail and drunk on that tranquilizer as you predicted. She’s bringing him here and putting him to bed in the other bedroom in the suite. They should be here any minute.”

I leaped out of bed and grabbed one of the terry robes provided by the hotel. “I need to see him for myself.”

“Gloriana! Come back to bed. Sherie is handling it.” He patted the place next to him. Jerry did not look happy. Well, he was clearly aroused and dissatisfied. “Sunrise is close. We don’t have time…”

“I’m making time. He got into this mess protecting me, Jerry. Take yourself in hand if you cannot wait for me here.” I tied the robe closed and left the bedroom just as the hall door opened.

“Here he is.” Sherie was carrying the big black dog, his head lolling over her shoulder. It was a testament to her strength that she didn’t even seem winded.

Valdez looked at me, his eyes glazed. “Glory, what’s doing?” He snorted, then laughed, his movement rocking Sherie back on her heels.

“Whoa, let me put you down, V.” She nodded toward the closed bedroom door. “Get the door, would you, Glory?”

“What’s so funny, bud?” I ran to throw open the door, then helped Sherie lay him on the bed. He rolled his head on the pillow and grinned at me then spit out a piece of blue fabric.

He showed his teeth. “I got the bastard, Glory. Couldn’t resist.” He did that strange snort thing again. “Right in the crotch. He sang like a soprano then begged me to let him go.” He kicked his feet up in the air. “You saw it, right, Sherie? I won. I did. Who’s king of the shifters now, baby?” He rolled his eyes in her direction. “Take a nap with me?”

“You’re drunk on tranquilizers. Say good night, Valdez. I’ll tell Glory what happened. You sleep it off.” Sherie threw a coverlet over him. “Idiot.” She didn’t try to hide her smile.

“I do have a good buzz going. But I didn’t shift, not even when they kept threatening to put me down.” He waved a paw at me. “Didn’t even get the shivers. Tell his majesty that, Glory. I didn’t break my fucking contract.” Valdez snorted again, then suddenly went boneless and closed his eyes.

“He’s out.” Sherie pulled me from the bedroom and closed the door. We both had tears in our eyes.

“What did they do to him?” I threw myself on the couch. Jerry had come out of our bedroom wearing a matching robe. He sat beside me and picked up my hand. Moral support. I was glad to have it.

“They shot him full of tranquilizers. The Animal Control people thought it was necessary after he went nuts when he saw Sid by the pool. Sid kept waving that