Page 2 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)

Will

The last concert of a tour is bittersweet. On the one hand, we’ll never do this exact set again, with these special effects. On the other hand, I was beyond ready for some downtime, and my own bed, my kitchen, my workout room.

Okay, so the truth is, I missed Davy something awful. The time he’d spent with me on tour had been great, but it hadn’t been long enough.

And I’d fucked two women in the five weeks since I’d last seen Davy. Two . That’s it.

I was no longer interested in fucking for sport, apparently. Didn’t matter I was hard as a rock after a concert, just any woman wouldn’t do. I was looking for our third, and that was a heady feeling.

Going home meant something different now.

I’d be going home to someone waiting for me.

Someone who isn’t part of my musical life.

Someone I hoped would be a life partner, and someone who hoped I’d be his life partner.

Would we still be together when I was sixty-five and Davy was fifty-nine? I didn’t know, but I hoped so.

And I wanted us to have a woman, too. Three people sharing a life.

I stepped into the shower as soon as I hit my dressing room, and washed all Lord Byron’s stage makeup off.

I’d have to put the eyeliner back on before the after-party, but the rest only works on stage.

I’m still mostly Lord Byron for an hour or two after a concert, but a little of Will would have to peek out here and there because so many of Will’s friends would be in attendance.

And that was a kick in the pants to someone who, before he met the bikers, hadn’t had many friends as Will.

I was disappointed that Davy hadn’t ridden down with them, but I understood his reasoning. A combination of not wanting to be at a party where we’d have to pretend not to be lovers, and wanting to help the MC out since so many of them came to Atlanta for the concert.

I’d see him tomorrow, and that would have to be soon enough.

When I came out of the shower, Dawg was in my dressing room with a woman. Not having sex, which is what I’d expect from Dawg, but holding her and talking to her, as if she was upset.

“Sorry, Will,” he met my gaze over her shoulder. “We’ll get out of here. Just needed a minute away from the crowds.”

It was hard to hide the fact my dick was hard since I walked out drying myself, completely naked.

The girl was a knockout. I remembered seeing her around the MC some.

Did that mean she was a sweetbutt? I had no idea, but she didn’t give off that vibe despite the fact she was in a tiny little black miniskirt with purple piping, a purple and black shirt that resembled a bra more than a shirt, and black boots that came to her knees with some kickass heels.

I didn’t really expect her to agree to it, but I had to try. “Not a problem,” I met her gaze, “If you want to send Dawg away and hang out in here with me, it’s even less of a problem.”

Dawg looked at her as if gauging her reaction, kissed the tip of her nose, and left without saying a word.

The gorgeous woman took three fast steps to me, gently took my towel from my hand, and then walked around me to dry my back, my ass, and the backs of my legs.

She came around front, dried me from the ankles up, skipped my dick to dry my stomach and chest, and then went to her knees and took me into her mouth.

And oh, what a mouth. I swear she was ten degrees hotter than any other woman I’ve fucked, and I nearly came fifteen seconds in, but I held onto it until I was sure I was in control, and then I leaned forward and lifted her so I could kiss her.

I’m not submissive. Not even a tiny bit, but it would’ve been so easy to let her take control of the kiss and fall under her spell.

But that isn’t who I am in any of my incarnations, so the kiss was a luscious, lascivious, libidinous battle that made my heart race and my dick throb in time to it.

She pulled away from the kiss, looked around, and then left my arms to walk to the makeup table, reached into the bowl with the condoms, and ripped one open on the way back to me.

She expertly rolled it on, reached under her miniskirt and pulled a sexy little thong off, put her hands on my shoulders, and the next thing I knew, she’d lifted herself, wrapped her legs around my waist, sat herself down on my dick, and rode me.

I have no idea how she fucked me, how she managed to ride up and down my cock with such ease, but it took me a good minute and a half for the fog to clear enough to realize she was fucking me, and I needed to take control.

I walked us to a wall, gently pressed her back to it, and finally took control, perhaps for the first time since she took the towel from me.

Her groan told me she was good with me hammering her into the wall, and I went faster, and harder, until her groans went so deep, I wondered that they could come from her petite frame.

“Come for me. Come on my cock. Let go for me.” I said it softly, so it was more suggestion than order, and then had to just go in and hold when she came unglued for me, screaming and writhing, her inner muscles massaging my cock until I came with her, but instead of being drained, I was still hard as a rock after I came.

“Over the back of the sofa,” I told her. “Not finished with you yet.”

She looked like she might argue, but then walked to the sofa and bent over it, her legs spread so I had a perfect view of her beautiful pussy and ass.

And oh, I wanted to sink into her ass, but she was clearly somehow attached to the MC, and that meant I had to mind my manners.

Not that I don’t always mind my manners, but I’m not above making the attempt and then stopping if the girl protests.

I walked to the bowl with the condoms, took the one I was wearing off, donned another one, and turned to face her. “You opposed to anal?”

“Not even a tiny bit, but I don’t want to deal with the after-effects at the party, so let’s make a date for later on that one.”

“I’ve seen you around the MC some, maybe when we try out new stuff?”

She nodded, and I decided that was enough talk for now.

I’d been intimately introduced to all the sweetbutts they trusted to keep the secret, so she wasn’t a sweetbutt.

She wasn’t someone’s ol’lady, so that left a close friend of an ol’lady.

Each biker is personally responsible for anyone he brings, so she had to be pretty tight with someone.

But I could find out the details later, because I sank back into her pussy and pounded her hard.

I could’ve gone forever, but someone knocked on the door after a while, and I took that to mean we should hurry up.

She’d come three times, four if you count the one against the wall, but I still doublechecked with her before I blew.

“You up for another one before we finish?”

“Yeah. If you’ll angle back down a little more again, it won’t take me long.”

Sure enough, I leaned forward and aimed my dick down, and she was coming unglued on me again in less than two minutes.

And when I came this time, every ounce of energy in my legs and balls poured out of my dick, so it was all I could do to toss the condom on the floor, walk her around the sofa, and pull her into my lap as I sat.

“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 them a 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 partner and a 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 was way too 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.”