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“Out of curiosity, do you consider that you were just fucked by Lord Byron, or Will?”

“First off, I fucked you.” She shrugged. “Okay, you fucked me, too, but it definitely went both ways. As far as who you are right now? I think a little of both. Still riding the high from the concert, but there was a good bit of Will in there, too.”

She nailed it, and that meant it was time for me to figure out how to ask her name without it being awkward, because I absolutely wanted this woman in a bed later so I could take her ass.

“I find myself at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“Part of me wants to just leave without telling you, but another part of me wants more time with you later, so I guess that means I have to tell you who I am.” She breathed out. “My name is Miccalena, but everyone calls me Micca.”

It took about two seconds for the name recognition to slide into place, and I leaned back and looked at her. “Matty’s Micca?” She’d been gone for months, and Matty had hung out with Davy more than usual because he missed his best friend. Davy had told me she was back in an email, and he’d had dinner with thema few times, and gone to Matty’s house to hang out with them twice.

She furrowed her brows. “Yeah. It seems odd you’d know that.”

I shook my head. “Davy and Matty hang out a lot. I actually know a lot about you — lab geek for Drake security, Matty’s best friend since elementary school, honest to a fault.”

She pulled away from me a little, put a hand on her hip, and her brows furrowed. “And how do you know Davy?”

It seems Micca hadn’t been back long if she didn’t know who Davy was dating, because Matty loves to gossip. He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about me and Davy, but I had a hard time believing he wouldn’t get around to talking about his time in my home with his best friend.

“Davy is mine, and Matty’s spent a good deal of time in my home, hanging out with Davy.”

She recoiled as if she’d been struck, and then looked angry. “He’s yours? Your boyfriend? Your slave?”

Her tone of voice told me the problem. “Davy is my slave, and I’d never cheat on him. He knows I still fuck women who interest me, but men are off the menu for me, now.”

She didn’t look as if she believed me, and I told her, “We can get him on the phone to verify, or you can check with Matty. That isn’t something I’d lie about. I’m looking for our third. It’s common knowledge that when I finally settle down, I want a poly group. I’m bisexual and I want a relationship with a man and a woman.”

She finally lost the pissed-off look. “Yeah, I remember hearing that somewhere. Okay. Yeah. It’s kind of weird that you know anything about me at all, though.” She sighed. “As much as Matty runs his mouth, there’s no telling what you know.”

I chuckled. “Probably true. Please tell me you aren’t a Domme?”

She sighed. “I’m definitely not submissive, but I’m not certain about the Domme thing. I’ve recently been forced to confront that possibility, and someone who knows about these kinds of things says I’m an odd kind of switch. He suggested I need both an equal partneranda submissive masochist to play with. Someone else told me to find another Dom who’ll enjoy having a submissive to share.”

I couldn’t help my grin. She’d be the perfect third for us, but it waswaytoo soon to even mention the possibility.

“So, you’re saying you don’t have a submissive bone in your body?”

She grinned. “None whatsoever.” A shrug. “I don’t know, maybe the kink thing wouldn’t be there at all if I hadn’t basically had to tell Matty what to do for years. I’ve discovered that kind of works for me, but I wouldn’t want to be, like, a single parent to a submissive man if it was an actual relationship.”

Someone knocked on the door again, and I sighed. “I have to show up at the after-party and stay until at least three, though no one’ll say anything if I leave thirty minutes early. I hope you’ll consider going back to my room with me after the party.”

She sat up. “Yeah, I think I’d like that. Can I clean up in the bathroom?”

“Feel free to use anything you find in there. I should probably clean up with a washrag before I get dressed.” I looked towards the mirror. “Fuck, I need to jump back in the shower and wet my hair so I can dry it properly.”

Chapter 3

Micca

I found it beyond interesting that he asked if I’d fucked Lord Byron or Will, because he was absolutely both people, and they were way different.

I mostly had things down with my bear’s senses, but I occasionally needed some feedback about what I was scenting. Still, I didn’t need anyone to verify that Lord Byron smelled a whole lot like the Fae, and Will didn’t most of the time. Something about performing must’ve turned that gene on or up or whatever.

I cleaned up with a washcloth, put my thong back on, and borrowed some of the makeup at the fancy makeup station to touch up my eyes. My hair was down and straight tonight, so all I had to do was brush it and poof it a little.

It only took Will about ten minutes to jump in the shower, blow dry his hair, and put some eyeliner on. His chapstick was a little tinted, but not so much you noticed — unless you watched him put it on.

“What kind of chapstick is that?” I asked, and I walked over to take a picture of it, so I could look into how expensive it was before I decided whether to order it or not. Sometimes makeup is stupid expensive, so no way was I paying five hundred dollars for chapstick, but if it was in the thirty-dollar range, it’d be worth it.