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“Look, the point is, I don’t like you having to carry just because you’re with me.”

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Micca

It isn’t like I can shift into my bear and eat people in public, nor can I punch someone full strength because I’d do the kind of damage a human could never manage, especially a small female. Same goes for picking someone up and throwing them. I believe the real reason Aaron wanted me to carry a gun was so I’d have a way to respond without outing myself as more-than-human if things go sideways, but there was no way to explain that to Will, so I said, “You have an idea that something bad happened to me, and while I’m probably better off in the long run because what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, it still means I feel better with a gun than without one.”

He opened his mouth to speak, and I kept going before he had a chance to argue. “I’m not going to interfere with your career, and I need the same assurance from you. That means no talking to my boss about me. Talk to him about your security needs as much as necessary, but don’t talk to him or any of my other coworkers about me. That isn’t negotiable.”

“He usually talks to Ranger about stuff,” Davy told me. “You know, where we’re going and whether he’s driving or we’ll ride with them. Big stuff, or something having to do with a tour, he goes to Panda.”

Will gave Davy an unpleasant look, and Davy told him, “You know I’m right, Master. A lot of the ol’ladies carry almost all thetime, unless they’ll be drinking. There’s no reason Micca can’t, especially if she feels safer.”

I couldn’t pull Davy into a hug because he was across the table from us, so stretched my leg out and gently rubbed the side of his leg with my foot. “I appreciate you speaking up for me, but I can fight my own battles.”

“I’m sure you can,” Will said, “but I’m glad he spoke up, and he should always feel free to do so in a respectful manner. I won’t talk to Aaron, Nathan, Panda, or Ranger about this, or at least I don’t plan to at this time. If that changes, I’ll talk to you before I do so.”

I was ready to talk about something else, so I asked Davy, “What was your favorite animal?”

Chapter 17

Will

I’d put Davy’s phone on airplane mode when we left the house, but let him keep it so he could take pictures at the zoo. I had mine on silent, and I ignored all the vibrating my phone was doing in my pocket. I was determined we were going to enjoy our meal before we had to deal with whatever was being said on social media. Three people could reach me if something needed my immediate attention. Everything else could wait.

Rather than take the time to go look once we finished our food, I called my PR manager on speakerphone so everyone could hear. “What’s the verdict?”

“As expected, mostly positive reactions, and the images and videos are getting lots of views. You can probably guess which site purchased the best video, and they have it front and center on their home page, noting it’s the second time you’ve been seen with Micca, and wondering who Davy is. Most of them know who she is, but no one has a clue who your male companion is and it’s driving them crazy. Lots of speculation, of course.”

“Okay. Anything major comes up, call me. I’m not paying attention to texts just yet.”

I hung up and Davy said, “Seems anticlimactic, Master.”

“Let’s move to the limo. I don’t like sitting across from you.”

The idea was to show us doing date stuff, so we were headed to Stone Mountain park next, where we’d do the ropes course and a whole bunch of other things Kyleigh had put together forus. I was especially looking forward to running up the mountain, but she said we should do that a little later in the day, and then ride the cable car down and get a spot for the laser light show.

We had about a thirty-minute ride ahead of us, and it seemed my boy needed something to take his mind off his worries, so I pulled my dick out as soon as I was seated and told him, “Blow me, boy. Don’t want an orgasm, just make it feel good.”

Micca had taken a seat, but she slid to the floor beside him, unzipped his pants, and pulled his dick out.

“Mmmm,” she said. “He’s already hard.” She looked from me to him, though I’m sure that was lost on Davy since his head was moving up and down on my cock. “You don’t have permission to come, Davy. Make your Master feel good while I play with your slave dick. Focus on his pleasure, not yours.”

Micca and I agree it’s wrong to set Davy up to fail, but she pushes him harder when he doesn’t have permission than I do. I didn’t want to have to spoil our little trip with a punishment though, so my next words were as much for her as him. “We have so much planned for the day, it’d be a shame if we had to cancel something to fit a punishment in.”

He gave a little moan, and I grinned at Micca. I’ve never been big on playing with a man’s dick, but Micca seemed to enjoy it, which clearly motivated Davy because he was going to town on my dick.

“Slow down, boy. Just make me feel good. I don’t want to get too wound up.”

“Too bad Davy doesn’t have that choice, because I intend to get him all kinds of wound up,” Micca said with a devilish grin.

“Is your gun going to stay out of sight on the ropes course?” I asked her.

“Panda has a pouch he can stick it into. We’d already planned for it to come off for that and then go back on before we run up the mountain, which I’m especially looking forward to. I’vehiked to the top, but running it should be an experience. It’s hard to believe you’ve never been to Stone Mountain.”

I shrugged. “Never hit my radar, I guess. It’ll be new for both me and our boy.”

She sat back on her heels and looked at me a few seconds. “Our boy. I like the sound of that. Thank you.”