Page 22 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)
Will
Kyleigh needed extra bonus pay for finding this gem, and I sent my money guy a text telling him how much to send and the explanation before I crashed for the night.
The king-sized bed was a tight fit and made us all snuggle closer, but everyone seemed comfortable so I didn’t order Davy to the sofa.
I looked through social media about ten minutes before settling my phone on the travel charger and closing my eyes to try to go to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t settle.
Eventually, we’d need a contract for the three of us, but should I encourage Micca and Davy to create their own?
And if Micca moved in, where would her closet be?
I could give her a guest bedroom closet, but that seemed rude.
There was literally no place to build another closet adjacent to my bedroom, though.
Maybe I should give her Davy’s closet and move his to a guest bedroom closet?
No, I didn’t want to give him the idea I was replacing him with Micca.
I made a mental note to talk to my builder and see if he had any ideas, and then I quieted my mind and listened to Micca and Davy breathing until I finally dropped off into sleep.
Micca woke first and went to the little toilet in the cabin, advertised as a composting toilet, which seemed normal except you don’t flush after, and there’s a valve you open if you need to poop, which I hadn’t needed to yet.
The pee disappears somewhere, and it doesn’t smell, so however it’s engineered, it seems to work.
Davy went when she returned, and I decided to go out back and pee off the deck the tent/cabin was built on.
Micca joined me outside, and it felt like perhaps morning sex might not happen when she told me she’d put coffee on.
I can do with or without it, but Micca needs her coffee in the morning.
Davy, too. Also, Micca is kind of grouchy until you feed her, so I sent the text to the restaurant, letting them know we were ready for our breakfast, pre-ordered by Kyleigh.
“This has been nice,” Micca said while I sent the text. “Thanks for putting it together.”
“My travel planner gets the credit for finding this place, and I put through an extra bonus for her last night before I went to sleep. We’re doing a 4D movie today, and a train ride, kayaking the lake, and a short hike on the island. Anything else you want to do while we’re here?”
“I wouldn’t mind doing the cable car again today, or even hiking up and back down. I’d like to see the view again. I really enjoyed the energy at the top.” She leaned into me. “What are we doing for breakfast?”
“I just texted the restaurant to let them know we’re ready for it. They should deliver it within fifteen to twenty minutes.”
“Your travel planner again?”
I nodded. “She sent me the available menu items day before yesterday, and I chose a little of everything. I have numbers to text when we’re ready for certain things, and that’s one of them.”
We walked back inside, and Davy was back in bed, under the covers. “Does Master require anything of his slave this morning?”
I shook my head. “Why don’t we all make use of the outdoor shower? It seems big enough for three people.”
It turns out, sex wasn’t entirely off the table. I ordered Davy to his knees so I could fuck his face while Micca and I kissed and made out, and I eventually fingered her to orgasm.
I blow-dried my hair when we finished, since I was supposed to look like Lord Byron today. It’s easier to pull it back and be Will, but today would once again be about fans getting pictures.
Micca managed to shower without getting her hair wet, so it was only a matter of her washing her face inside and then applying her over-the-top makeup.
And then the food arrived — waffles with honey in a lidded condiment holder instead of syrup, two pounds of bacon, a big tub of scrambled eggs, a bowl of gravy, a large container of fried potatoes, tons of ketchup packets, lots of salt and pepper packets, and real plates and flatware.
We’d have to take the dishes back later in the day, but it was well worth it to not have to eat from paper plates.
We rode the cable car to the top first thing, and Micca was right to want to do it again.
It was still just as magical at the top, and she explained about how grounding this huge piece of granite was to her.
It sounded woo, but I couldn’t argue with what she said because it was easy to imagine the ‘roots’ of the granite deep in the earth were somehow attached to my feet, indeed grounding me.
I felt calm and serene, at one with the planet somehow, when that isn’t usually how I feel on mountains.
Or maybe it was just the power of suggestion.
We had to go back down in time for our train ride, which was pretty cool, and Davy wanted to see the antebellum buildings, which turned out to be more interesting than I thought they’d be.
Davy didn’t have a clue how to kayak, but he learned fast. Micca had some canoeing experience, so she didn’t have much of a learning curve. Davy’s arms gave out first, so we let him sit and determine the winner while Micca and I did some sprints and she basically kicked my ass once again.
“You’re incredibly fit for a lab geek.”
“I’m a lab geek who frequently goes out in the field, which means I have to complete an hour in the range every month, an hour a week of self-defense training, and another three hours in the company workout areas — and those are minimums. We get paid for up to ten hours per week of any combination of those activities so long as we hit the minimums of each. ”
“And if you don’t?”
“Unless there’s a damned good reason, we pay a fine. A substantial one. Repeated instances can result in termination.” She glanced at her waterproof watch. “Our time’s almost up, and I don’t know how long it’s going to take Davy to make it back.”
“He’s rested for fifteen minutes so he should be fine, but yeah, I guess we should head back.”
I didn’t mind paying extra if we wanted to stay out later, but since all the kayaks were out, it was possible people were waiting for them to come back before they could go.
And Davy had, indeed, recovered enough to paddle back with us without slowing us down.
He was adorable when I met him, but he has more muscle tone now, and when he took a few extra minutes with his hair, he was downright scrumptious. Part of his charm is that he doesn’t know he’s hot, and perhaps he isn’t to everyone, but he’s perfect for me.
We went out to eat after turning the kayaks in, and the food was beyond good, a thousand flavors in every bite. We once again fed each other, though this time with forks rather than our fingers, and I asked Micca, “Have you seen Nine and a Half Weeks?”
When she nodded, I said, “I want to do something like the food scene with you and Davy both blindfolded. He’ll be restrained and you won’t, but both of you blindfolded.”
She considered it a moment and nodded. “Yeah, that can work for me as long as there’s nothing you know I don’t like.”
I grinned. “So, no asparagus?”
“Or Brussels sprouts, or cooked cabbage, but steamed or raw is fine. Also, no boiled peanuts.”
She shuddered, and I said, “Deal.”
“I know I don’t get a say, but I’d like to request no peppers. Hot or otherwise.”
My boy detests bell peppers and doesn’t do well with the heat from other peppers. I didn’t plan to feed him either, but I merely agreed with him. “You’re allowed input into scene planning at times, but you’re correct that the final decisions are always mine.”
I looked to Micca and spoke before Davy had a chance to respond. “I understand my travel planner got with you on the spa services you like and dislike?”
“Does anyone actually dislike anything a normal spa provides?” she asked.
I smiled. “You’d be surprised.” I thumbed my phone on, opened the email from Kyleigh about our spa day, and read off the following day’s schedule.
“Tomorrow is breakfast in our suite at eight, sauna at nine, with you and Davy getting your privates and armpits waxed at nine-thirty while I do some hot yoga. We all get a two-hour full body massage at ten, cheese and wine with a charcuterie board at noon in a private room so we can remain in our robes, full body exfoliation at twelve-thirty — minus the bits ya’ll had waxed.
Mud baths at one, hair deep conditioning while we get facials followed by scalp massages at two, and then foot and hand massages included in a mani-pedi for all of us — polish for you and buffing for me and Davy. ”
“Here’s the thing,” Micca said. “In a few weeks, I’m going to plan a weekend and pay for it, and you’re going to let me.
There won’t be a gajillion-dollar spa day, but I’ll rent a cabin somewhere cool, and I’ll handle our food and entertainment, and yes, I know it all has to be run by either Panda or Ranger, depending on which team will take control, but those are my terms.”
I very nearly told her she didn’t have to do that, but I stopped before I said anything and reconsidered my first instincts. “I look forward to seeing what you plan. No one’s ever made that offer before, much less made it something of an order.”
“I’m used to paying my way, and I’m a little uncomfortable letting you pay for all this without offering to help, but I understand money is different for you.
Still, I can’t just let you do all this without…
” She shrugged. “It isn’t a competition, nor is it about any of us owing you in some way.
You’re showing us a good time and it feels important I do the same for all of us.
” She looked at Davy. “You belong to us, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to do something like this for us. You get that, right?”
He nodded and looked down, and I touched his hand. “You do things for me almost every day, boy. I’ve been in charge of our trips, and now it’ll be me and Micca in charge of them. Nothing’s changed for you.”
“Yes, Master.” He said it super-low, and we were kind of off to ourselves in the restaurant, but he wasn’t supposed to be using that phrase in public, especially when I was dressed as Lord Byron.
I grabbed my phone and texted, You’ll do crunches in the limo on the way back into Atlanta this evening for that.
He closed his eyes and nodded when he read the text, but didn’t say anything else.
Our day was packed full, but there’d be time for him to get a hundred lines in later.
He’d done four hundred per day the two days before we left on this trip, to get him a little ahead.
He’d do them on the way home in the limo on our last day.
He sits in a chair with a super-large dildo attached to the seat to do his lines at home.
In the limo, he just wears the huge purple glass plug.