Page 7 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)
All thoughts stopped when Will climbed onto the bed and literally dove into my pussy with his tongue, his lips.
Heat and friction, and I don’t know what the fuck he did or how he managed it, but my clit exploded into a frenzy of pleasure and I didn’t care that Panda could probably hear me screaming through an orgasm moments after the door closed.
Later, I would care, but in this moment it never even occurred to me because there were no logical thoughts — only pleasure and climax.
And that’s how the following hours went, Will’s lips and tongue, then fingers, and finally his cock hitting all the right spots inside me, over and over until I thought I might die from bliss, and then he ramped me up, and up, and up — keeping me right on the edge until I thought I’d go mad.
When he finally took us over the edge, colors splintered in my vision and the pleasure carried me to different realms, different existences, where there’s only ecstasy and climax, riding a wave of colors we don’t have on planet Earth.
* * * *
Will
I woke when she got out of bed, and I listened to her footsteps going into the bathroom, using the toilet, and then returning. Part of me had been afraid she’d find her clothes and leave, but she came back to the bed, and I opened my eyes and smiled at her.
“Morning, Sunshine.”
She shook her head. “Not sunshiny in the morning, usually, but I might make an exception today.”
She slid between the sheets and curled into me, and I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tighter into me.
We’d probably gone to sleep around five, and it was a little after ten in the morning.
I didn’t especially want the energy of a quickie between us just yet.
I mean, sure, we’d had a quickie in my dressing room, and then again in the bathroom, but I wanted her last orgasm on this first date to be the final marathon orgasm I’d given her before she crashed on me.
Also, I figured her pussy would be pretty damned sore if she wasn’t used to having so much sex in one day. We’d never gotten around to anal, so we still had something to look forward to.
I considered when we could see each other again.
After Davy’s fuck-up of not telling me about his grandfather, I’ve been going back and forth on whether to restart his boot camp session as soon as I walk in the door or not.
Basically, I either needed to do a full ten days with him, or I needed to put it off for six to eight weeks and then do a full ten days — and I’d been leaning heavily towards putting a pause on that.
We needed to work on our relationship before I could work on dialing in the power exchange.
If Micca was going to become a big part of our lives, she needed to be part of that boot camp, which was another point towards holding off on it.
“I appreciate the offer to ride back with you on the band’s bus,” she told me, “but I’m thinking I should go back with the people I came with.
My car’s at the MC’s compound, and it’ll just be all around easier to not have to deal with all the people who chase you down.
I’ve gotta go back to my room to change clothes and pack before I check out, anyway. ”
“Fair enough, but I hope you want to see me again, though in all honesty, it’ll be me and Davy who come pick you up for a date.
” I kissed the top of her head. “I’ve been gone a while, and I need a day or two alone with Davy.
We have something to resolve this evening, and then maintenance tomorrow morning, and some normal-couple fun outside the house after.
Why don’t you join us for dinner tomorrow evening and plan to spend the night, maybe the next couple of days and nights, with us? ”
“Works for me. Since you’re keeping Davy a secret, I assume this’ll be dinner somewhere out of the public eye?”
“How do you know Davy’s a secret?”
“You didn’t let Matty tell his best friend.”
Deductive skills are so sexy, and this woman just kept growing on me. “Right, and yes. The bikers have a table they put me at in their VIP section, so my back is to the rest of the room, but I’m thinking we need a private dining room at a nice restaurant for our first official date.”
“Why are you keeping him a secret?”
“Davy’s choice, and one I’ve done my best to respect. He recently told me on a video call he’s ready to go public, but we need to hammer out some details in person before we follow through.”
“It’s good you’re honoring the few wishes it sounds like you’ve allowed.”
“One of the reasons I love him is because he demanded so few things. He gave himself to me almost completely, only holding onto the things he absolutely needed in his life, like his job and his anonymity.”
“Matty says Davy helped keep him sane while I was gone. I’m glad the two of them have gotten closer. I’ll probably be going out of town more than I used to, when I go back to work.”
“What kind of hours do you work?”
“When I’m in town, it kind of depends on what’s going on, but mostly, as long as I’m there eight to ten hours, it’s cool.
We have a monthly meeting, usually around three or four in the morning, that I have to be at.
Mostly, if I’m gone three days with a team, I get three days off when we return, and my salary stays the same.
If things are extra-busy and they need me in the office so I can’t have the time off, I get triple-pay for the days I’m out of town. ”
“How much vacation time do you get?”
“It’s a high-stress job. I got two weeks the first year, and it jumped to a month the third year. I only have a few months until it goes to two months per year, but it won’t jump again for another five years.”
So, she’d have plenty of time to go on fun trips, another positive.
“When I’m not working, I play a lot,” I told her.
“Trips, spas, parties, time chilling at the house. When I’m working, sometimes I only nap a few hours a day at odd times, and kind of binge work, coming up with new material and then practicing it until it’s just right.
I found bandmates who work the same, and we frequently practice through the night, nap a few hours in the morning, and then get back to it around noon, maybe another short nap after we eat seven or eight hours later. ”
“So, if I can be off when you have downtime? It works now because I have a few weeks off because…” She sighed. “I have a few weeks off. We can maybe talk about why that is later.”
“Davy managed a few long weekends, so he could come to me on tour.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem if I can plan them in advance. Special occasions, I can work twelve-plus hour days and bank some hours, but I need to put it on the books weeks in advance.”
“Tour dates are scheduled more than a year in advance, so that part isn’t a problem.”
There was a knock at the door followed by someone texting me, and I reached for my phone with a sigh. “I think our alone time is probably over.”
Sure enough, it was Mitch telling me they were loading the bus and hoping to pull out before noon if he could get everyone up and out. He even promised breakfast on the bus, which made me suddenly hungry.
“I need to make sure you’re back with your people before we pull out,” I told Micca. “You want to shower here, or go back to your room for that?”
She wanted to have fresh clothes to put on when she was clean, so I had one of the Drake Security guys walk her back to her room, and I texted Brain and told him to make sure Micca made it onto their van because she wasn’t riding back with me.
And I made sure I had her number so I could call and text her.
I made another decision while I showered, and I texted Davy with instructions when I got out of the shower. We were going to handle maintenance the moment I walked in the door, rather than wait.