Sinners and Saints

Sinners and Saints Chapter 30.3 - There is a Sucker Born Every Minute

“I haven’t felt like that in a very, very long time,” he smiles before kissing me, “Thank you, my Claire.” 

I love how his possessiveness rolls off of his lips and I smile briefly, “Does it hurt, Drake?”I ask, searching his eyes, “When you turn their souls?” 

“Physically, no,” something flashes in his eyes and he rolls off of me, “Physically, it’s a high that nothing else can match.  A drug that I’m completely addicted to and have to monitor all the time.  Like insulin, but insulin mixed with heroin.  Mentally?” he frowns briefly and I see the pain and guilt in his eyes.  I want nothing more than to kiss it all away, “It hurts like hell.” 

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and nuzzle his cheek with my own, “Can I ask you something else?” 

“Of course,” he gives me his characteristic cocky grin, “Is it what I plan to do to you now?” 

“No,” I blush a bit, “How do you know?  How do you know when you’ve turned them?” 

He frowns and stares over my shoulder briefly, “It depends on how low I am, Claire,” he sits on the bed and pulls me into his lap, “Bi’s are quantity over quality – a little bit here, a little bit there.  It all adds up.  It’s on our timesheets – didn’t you see those when you were with Luc?” 

“No, I didn’t do any of the payroll stuff,” I tell him, “That was a different area.” 

“Occasionally, we’re assigned to completely turn a specific target, but it doesn’t happen very often,” he continues, “There have been rumors for the last two-plus centuries that Mary Magdalene was a bi.  And that Marilyn Monroe was too.  But that kind of temptation is usually reserved for imps.  They’re quality over quantity.  And we’re always drawn to good souls – I’ve told you that before.  So as long as we’re not too low, we can control ourselves – take a little bit of their goodness and put a little sin on their souls.  Over time, it adds up.” 

“Have you ever been assigned to completely turn someone?” I ask him. 

“A couple of times,” he chuckles hollowly, “The last one was to turn you or Jojo.  I took one look at you two and told Darius to kiss my ass.  Even as good as I am – I’d never be able to do it.” 

“I hope you didn’t get in trouble,” I tell him. 

“Not enough to get transferred back,” he grins, “He gave me his eye-roll and huffed and puffed, but that was about it.  Have you ever seen his eye-rolls?” he laughs, “They’re legendary.” 

“I’ve been up close and personal with them a time or two,” I laugh along with him, “Where were you before you got transferred to Miami?” 

“Los Angeles,” his brows draw down a bit, “Rubbing elbows with Hollywood’s elite.  I was pretty ticked off when I got my notice.” 

“I’m sorry,” I tell him again. 

He smiles a self-mocking smile, “Not your fault.  We still have your ridiculous bet to win,” he grins and nips my shoulder before letting me go.

Drake has taken the time to get us two waters from the bar and pull the bedding down to the end of the bed, folding it over itself in neat, precise folds.  He smiles at me and kisses me slowly, “Nice Brazilian,” he teases against my ear, “It looks see-through to me.”  And then he slides it off me, helping me step out of it. 

I chuckle and slide my hands up his chest.  He’s not quite aroused again yet, but it sure looks like he’s working hard on it.  He guides me back to the bed and lays me out gently.  “What are you thinking?” he asks me, “You look like you’re thinking something more serious than you should right now.” 

“That you’re actually a pretty sweet guy when you’re not being a cocky asshole,” I grin and peck his chin, chuckling,  “Is your cougar going to miss you tonight?” 

He smiles at me, “No – I left her very well-pleased earlier and she’s fine giving me a night to myself.  The daughter might, but that’s too damned bad.  She can lose her virginity the old-fashioned way – drunk at a teen-party.” 

“Do you like Australia?” I ask him as he starts running his fingers over my skin again.  I know very soon I will lose the power of speech, so I want to use the time I have. 

“It’s ok,” he shrugs, “Different, but the people are nice and the bi’s aren’t as stuck up as they are in Miami.  But,” 

“But what?” I half-moan as he starts rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. 

“But it doesn’t have you,” he tells me huskily before lowering his mouth to one of my breasts.  His freed hand slides down my stomach and in between my legs.  This is the end of my logical-conversation making for a while, but I do remember before I start sinking into my bliss that he never actually answered my question. 

Damned bi’s.