How to Date a Dragon

Chapter 7

As the medication kicked in, Drake’s pain was not the only thing growing duller. So was his mind. Did he dare discuss the truth with Bliss while he was less than sharp?

Fuck it. I have to.

“Blish, honey. There ish one thing I ’ave to tell you…” he slurred.

She chuckled. “Sounds like those pain pills are kicking in.”

“Oh, mosht definitely.”

She grinned. “Go ahead and tell me, if you can.”

He took her hand in his and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her soft skin. “Blish, I’m a dragon.”

“Yeah, I know. Medication will do that to you. It really makes you feel like it’s dragging you down.”

“No.” He shook his head, and tried to enunciate. “I’m. A. Dragon.” Then he remembered the card he was still holding. He pointed to the cute dragon on the front of it.

She laughed. “Sure you are…”

He needed to be clearer, but how? His brain was so muddled, he couldn’t think of any other way but to insist she believe him.

“It’s true. I am a dragon.”

She frowned. “I know the medication is strong, but I didn’t think it would give you delusions.” Then she gasped. “Oh, my God. What if you’re having an adverse side effect? I’ve got to call a doctor.”

“No! No doctor! Promish me, Blish, you won’ call a doctor.”

She bit her lip. “I have to check the side effects on my computer.”

She rose, but he grabbed her hand before she could walk off. “Promish!”

After a charged pause, she finally agreed.

The last thing he remembered was her gently placing a soft blanket over him and saying, “Close your eyes and rest. Just rest.”

Then for the second time that day, he drifted off into unconsciousness.

Bliss brought her laptop to the living room so she could keep an eye on Drake. She was never so relieved as when the bathroom door clicked open and Angie reappeared from her bath in her pink terry-cloth robe.

“Oh, Angie. I’m in such a mess. Thank goodness you’re here. I don’t know what to do.”

“Whoa, slow down. What’s going on?”

“It’s Drake. I gave him some pain medicine and he started talking crazy. He made me promise not to call a doctor, but I’m afraid he could be having an adverse side effect. What should I do?”

Angie reared back and stared at her. “Why did you promise not to call a doctor? It sounds like he needs one.”

“I—I know, but he was so adamant… and we just had this big conversation about being honest and respectful of each other’s needs and blah, blah, blah.” Bliss opened her laptop and slipped on her glasses. “I looked up the medication I gave him on the Internet. Here’s what it says: ‘All medicines may cause side effects, but many people have no, or minor, side effects. Check with your doctor if any of these most common side effects persist or become bothersome.’” She waved away the useless information and continued. “That’s not the part that upset me. Here’s where it gets scary.

“‘Seek medical attention right away if any of these severe side effects occur: Allergic reactions (rash; hives; itching; difficulty breathing; tightness in the chest; swelling of the mouth, face, lips, or tongue).’ He seems to be okay there, so maybe he’s not allergic, but listen to the rest of these: ‘abnormal snoring or sighing; confusion; difficulty urinating; fainting; fast, slow, or irregular heartbeat; hallucinations; mental or mood changes; seizures; severe dizziness, drowsiness, or light-headedness; severe or persistent stomach pain, nausea, or constipation; shortness of breath; slow or shallow breathing; tremor; vision changes.’”

Just then, Drake started to snore.

“Oh, no! He’s snoring. I’m afraid for him, Angie.”

“Does the Internet say what you should do about it?”

“At the bottom here it says, ‘If you have any questions about these side effects, contact your health-care provider.’”

Angie opened her purse and dug out her cell phone. “Well, I didn’t promise not to call someone. I’ve heard of a hotline called Ask a Nurse. It may be a matter of semantics, but he didn’t say anything about nurses, did he?”

“No, he didn’t. Angie, you’re brilliant.”

She smiled. “I know.”

She punched a few buttons and spoke with the information operator, who connected her to the hotline.

Anthony let himself into the girls’ apartment moments after they called him. As their landlord, he had a key and Bliss didn’t mind him using it. She needed his help.

“How’s Drake doing?” he asked.

“Terrible.” Bliss wrung her hands. “We need you to help us take him to a hospital.”

“Whoa, there. What makes you think he needs a hospital?”

She hung her head. “I gave him some pain pills and he had an adverse reaction.”

Drake snored softly in the background.

Anthony cocked his head. “What kind of adverse reaction?”

Bliss didn’t answer, so Angie chimed in. “I wasn’t here when he was awake, but Bliss said he was hallucinating. He said he was a dragon.”

Bliss cringed. “It’s my fault. I gave him a card with a dragon on it, and the idea probably got mixed up in his head somehow.” Why the hell did I give him my medication?

Anthony’s lip twitched. Bliss thought she saw the start of a smile, but it quickly disappeared.

“Are you a doctor?” he asked.

Feeling about two inches tall, she answered softly, “Uh… no.”

“I’ll chew you out for prescribing medication without a license later. What did you give him?”

“Percocet.”

“How much?”

“Just two.”

“Just two? Those things are narcotics, not aspirin.” He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I don’t think he needs a hospital. All he needs is to sleep it off.”

Bliss was tempted to ask him if he was a doctor, but she knew enough not to get snarky with someone who they’d asked to help.

Angie took it from there. “But the Ask a Nurse hotline said to transport him to an emergency room right away.”

Anthony stared at the ceiling and seemed to be thinking something over… hopefully how best to get Drake to Boston General.

“I know you don’t know me well, Bliss, but Angie does. I’d never do anything to hurt my staff, friends, or customers. Isn’t that right, Angie?”

Angie turned toward Bliss. “I’ve never felt safer since taking this job—and I grew up in the suburbs, so that’s saying something. Anthony has gone out of his way to take care of all of us at one time or another. He’d never do anything to hurt Drake.”

Bliss bit her lower lip. “You really think he’ll be all right?”

Anthony placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He was surprisingly cool in more ways than one.

“I promise. When he wakes up, he’ll be back to his old self. You’ll see.”

The following morning, Bliss awoke with the sensation that someone was touching her. When her eyes fluttered open, she looked up into Drake’s smiling face. He smoothed her hair out of her eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Drake. You’re up!” She levered herself to a sitting position on the sofa where she’d fallen asleep. She was still wearing her uniform, which was wrinkled beyond recognition.

“Angie said you took good care of me last night.” He sat next to her.

“You look a lot better this morning. How do you feel?”

“I feel great. Perfectly fine.” He glanced at his watch. “In fact, I should go into work soon. My shift is about to start.”

“You don’t have to. We called in sick for you last night.”

He leaned back and scrutinized her. “You didn’t say anything about my getting beaten up by a girl, did you?”

She laughed. “No, of course not. We said you were in an accident and left it at that.”

He nodded. “Okay. Well, I should call anyway just to reassure them it was a minor accident, and I’m all right.”

“Or you could go in a little late…” She finger-walked her way up his arm until he groaned and captured her hand in his.

He kissed her knuckles. “Did I thank you for all you did for me last night?”

“No, but I’ll let you show me how grateful you are.” Bliss raised her eyebrows, hoping he’d get the hint.

She wasn’t horny as much as she was concerned about his pretending to be perfectly fine when he wasn’t. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She was equal parts horny and concerned. If he turned down sex, he was either not a typical guy or still in too much pain to perform. Better to find out now than when he was riding around in a speeding fire truck or climbing a ladder.

He grinned, scooped her up in his arms, and strode toward her bedroom. Apparently her message was received, and he must have been all right to carry her like that.

“Is Angie around?” she asked quickly, before they reached her bedroom door.

“Nope. She went grocery shopping. Said she had a few errands to run too, and she’d be gone a couple hours.”

“Handy.” She reached down and twisted the doorknob.

“Very,” he said, and carried her into the room, setting her down in the middle of the bed.

He began undressing, but Bliss still needed a bit of reassurance. “Just to be clear… you’re not interested in the woman with the rat’s nest hair who kicked the shit out of you, right?”

He reared back and laughed. “I couldn’t be less interested in her…” Then he crawled on his hands and knees up the bed until he was looking directly into her eyes. “Or more interested in you. What you did for me, Bliss… I don’t think many women would have been that forgiving. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d added your own licks.”

“Oh, I might still get in a few ‘licks’ but not the way you just meant it.”

“How did I get so lucky? I thought you’d never forgive me. When Angie brought the flowers up, I fully expected to have them thrown in my face.”

She caught sight of the lovely fresh flowers on her dresser. They lightly scented the room and added a delicate beauty to it. “I think I knew what you were trying to say.”

“You did?”

“Well, yeah. If I’m right, you felt bad for keeping your options open, even after you found the perfect woman… or you brought flowers to cushion the blow when you broke up with me and went off with Motorcycle Maddie.”

He lay down next to her and gathered her into a warm hug. “Of course I wouldn’t break up with you for—ugh—her, or anyone else for that matter. You’re amazing. I want to keep you for as long as you’ll let me.”

Bliss was glad she’d asked for reassurance. Sometimes a little insecurity can bring out the nicest compliments. As long as they’re not lines. She was fairly sure Drake was being sincere. Certainly he had been apologetic enough last night. He wouldn’t humble himself like that if he didn’t mean it, would he?

Her cynicism had resurfaced in a big way when she was confronted with the fact that he’d gone out with someone else while he was supposedly interested in her. Drake had admitted it was a mistake and promised her exclusivity in the future, but could any man be trusted if Heidi Klum came along? Then she almost snickered out loud. How apt is that to happen? Not very.

There were no guarantees, and Bliss had realized that long ago. That’s why her Hall-Snark cards were so popular. People disappointed each other all the time, but that didn’t stop them from trying again. If every relationship was effortless right from the start, she’d be out of a job.

While all this was going through her head, Drake was nibbling the column of her neck and popping open the buttons of her blouse.

Decision time, Bliss. Either you really do forgive him and take this relationship to the next level, or you hold a grudge and drive him away. What’s it going to be?

She only needed a moment to realize what she wanted. She reached for his zipper and dragged it down. He lifted his pelvis so she could push his jeans over his hips. He divested her of her blouse, and then the rasp of a zipper over her ass meant he was getting rid of her skirt next.

She fumbled with the hem of his T-shirt until he stopped what he was doing and yanked it off. In another minute, she was wearing only her underwear, but she was determined that he be naked first. She took hold of his boxer’s waistband and dragged it over the considerable bulge between his thighs. His cock sprang free, and what an amazing organ it was!

Drake watched her scoot down until she was at eye level with his cock, and then she grasped it tightly. He’d let her do whatever she wanted to him and couldn’t wait to see what that would be.

She laved around the crimson head and ran her tongue down the sensitive underside. Tingles raced through him. Then she lowered her open mouth over his shaft as far as she could go, then sucked and pulled back at the same time. Incredible sensations shot through him, causing an involuntary moan to escape.

“Oh, God. You do that well. But you don’t have to, you know.”

She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Of course I don’t have to. I want to.” She licked her lips. “Mmm… candy.”

She returned to sucking his rod as if it really were a giant candy bar. He lay back and moaned his pleasure until he felt the inevitable tingle at the base of his spine.

“Bliss, stop. I can’t take any more.”

She lifted her head and smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, yeah. Besides, it’s your turn.” He flipped her over onto her back and she squealed, apparently not expecting his quick reflexes. Then she giggled, letting him know she didn’t mind a bit.

He yanked her red satin panties down and off, then reached for her matching bra’s front closure. As soon as it opened, he dove for one of her gorgeous breasts. He suckled hard, then licked her nipples and blew on each of them, making her shiver and moan.

“Please, suck them again,” she pleaded.

“I intend to.” He took one nipple deep in his mouth and sucked thoroughly. She arched and moaned louder. As soon as he was sure he had pleasured that one enough, he moved to the other and gave it equal attention.

“Oh, God.” She cupped his jaw and lifted his face until he was looking in her eyes. “I love that. Thank you.”

Drake grinned. “My pleasure. Anytime.”

“If I took you up on that, you’d miss a whole lot of work.”

He chuckled. “Or I’d just have to find a way to work from home.” Damn, Drake. You’ve already got yourself moving in with her. Slow the hell down.

“Um, are you up for the rest?” she asked.

Thankful that she’d let his comment slide, he murmured, “Oh, yeah. Where do you want me?”

“On a silver platter.”

He chuckled and said, “The lady knows what she wants.”

She winced. “Sorry. I can be bossy in the bedroom—well, not just the bedroom, basically everywhere—but right now I want to give you whatever you like.”

“In that case, let’s do it doggie style.” Perfect. That way if I begin to shift, she won’t see.

Bliss quickly rolled up onto her hand and knees, facing away from him. She looked over her shoulder. “Condom?”

Damn. How do I tell her I don’t need them? “I—uh… I guess we should have had this talk before, but I still don’t have any. The good news is I can’t get you pregnant, and I don’t have any diseases. The department insists on thorough checkups.”

Bliss paused a moment, then said, “Works for me.”

“How about you? Ever been tested?”

“I donate blood a lot. They’d tell me to stop if they found HIV or hepatitis C, and I don’t have herpes or anything else.”

She waved her tush in a provocative invitation. Drake groaned.

Positioning himself behind her, he tested her wetness. Oh, yeah. No problem there. “I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts.”

Bliss faced forward and nodded.

He positioned the head of his cock at her opening and rubbed some of her juices over it. He was large and really didn’t want to hurt her. Fortunately, as he entered, she sighed.

He was only feeling now, inching into her until he was fully seated. With no sign of protest on her part, Drake began a slow rhythm. He sucked in air and gave up breathing completely while heated sensations rose to a fevered pitch.

“Oh, that feels so good. You can go faster if you want to.”

He wanted to, but he didn’t want to give her a wham, bam, “Thank you, ma’am,” either. He was already so turned on that his shaft was pulsing with need.

“Let me lead. I think you’ll enjoy the experience.”

“Oh yeah. I’m being bossy again.” She snickered. “Sorry.”

Drake leaned over her back and whispered endearments into her ear. He found her clit with his finger and rubbed it in a circular motion at the same slow speed as his thrusts.

She moaned but sounded a bit frustrated. Good. It’ll be that much sweeter when I finally make her come.

Drake carried on like that until she whimpered.

He took pity on her, knowing she was as turned on as he was. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes. Harder, faster, please.”

He answered her by speeding up and increasing the pressure on her clit. He rubbed it so quickly that a vibrator couldn’t have done better. She moaned and sped up her answering momentum.

Such pleasure. An animalistic instinct took over and drove him to take her without restraint. His heart pounded. He thrust faster and faster, pushing them toward the ultimate release.

He wanted her to come before him. He needed her to fathom all of what he was feeling and share every drop of joy.

Their bodies gleamed with sweat, and his breath puffed out, becoming a smoke curl against her neck. Uh-oh. He leaned over and licked her there, tasting her salty skin. He kept it up until she was so close, she was just a whisper away.

At last, she quivered and shattered, screaming her release. Drake felt like he was going to die if he held off much longer. His body temperature was rising, but he wanted her to ride out her orgasm to the very last aftershock.

He glanced at his arm and noticed the hardness that signaled his dragon scales were about to form. Shit. He had to let himself come and do it quickly before she noticed something strange.

Her quivering died down as did her screams, so he let his finger leave her clit. His climax exploded. He rode its waves of pleasure with his hands gripping her bottom—grateful they were still hands with fingernails instead of talons.

As the last aftershock rolled through him, he checked his arms and torso. Whew. He’d come soon enough to avoid shifting this time. He’d have to come up with a strategy to stop the heat buildup and possible loss of control over his shift. He smiled to himself as he realized the obvious answer was to have sex more often.

He withdrew and collapsed onto his side next to Bliss. She fell to her side, facing him. Despite her panting breaths, she appeared totally relaxed and sated. She didn’t seem to have noticed anything strange. He gathered her into his arms and pulled her to his heaving chest.

That was a close one, moron.