Page 93 of There's a Way
If I’d known going public as Will’s boyfriend might mean walking the red carpet at the freaking Grammy Awards, I might have made a different decision.
And okay, I probably wouldn’t have, but sitting in a line of limos, waiting to get out and face all those cameras? I thought I might be sick.
We were in a huge fucking limo, and it was packed. Hailey had Ghost, but Silver and Animal were walking in together as friends since neither had brought a date. Animal was in black jeans, black sneakers, a black tee, a black fedora looking hat rather than his traditional ballcap, and a black leather jacket — and I was jealous of his outfit. Man, I’d have felt so much better in that. I mean, not the hat, but the rest of it.
Silver was in a gorgeous dress and sky-high heels. She was a knockout, but I guess my outfit was way easier than hers.
Master had put me in black pants that hugged my hips, low-risers that barely hid the root of my dick. I wore a mesh shirt so my abs were clearly on display, and my adonis belt peeked out here and there when the jacket moved. The jacket was solid black, kind of between a tux jacket and a suit jacket.
Sir was in a dress that looked like a normal, formal deal, until she walked and you could see her legs all the way up past herhip bones. It was a deep red, and the shoes with five-inch heels exactly matched.
Master wore a black suit and jacket, with a see-through shirt, so his abs were on display as well. His pants weren’t super-low-risers, though. We were dressed way more risqué than he was. His PR person had said the message was that we were arm-candy to the rock-star, and had stressed people wouldn’t take us as serious if he showed us off as trophies.
Master said the goal was for us to be able to accompany him without making us evenmoreof a target for the gossip-mongers. So, I was dressed like a sex toy, and I guess that’s kind of basically what I am, but I’m more than that, too.
The limo pulled up, and Master said my name and then put his finger under my chin when I looked at him. “You glare at everyone. Keep sulking. It’s a good look for you. You don’t want to be here. Your name is David Miller, but everyone already has that information, so it isn’t necessary for you to tell someone with a microphone. Just glare at them. If you talk to other people once we’re inside, you’re David, not Davy.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And for the love of all that’s holy, none of that inside, even if you think we’re alone.”
I nodded, and Master said, “You’ll be fine. You and Micca will be together while we perform. It’s going to be okay.”
It occurred to me that Master didn’t have to give Micca a pep talk, and I resolved to do this without being a pain in the ass.
Someone opened the door, and Ghost got out first, as he always does, to double-check security before he lets Hailey out.
Master, Sir, and I were the last ones out, and I couldn’t see shit because of all the lights.
I was thrilled with the order to glare at everyone and not smile, though.
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Micca
We walked through a gauntlet of people before we made it to the wall everyone stands in front of to have their picture made. They wanted Will by himself, and Will with the two of us. Will had cut his hair, and it was straight as well as a lot shorter, so most of the questions were about his hair, rather than his companions. After the umpteenth question about his hair, I began to wonder if he’d changed it to take some attention off of Davy and me.
Mythic Beast was nominated for three Grammys, and Hailey was nominated for another by herself, for a song she’d written. They asked him way more questions about all of that than I could’ve possibly thought up, and towards the end, it sounded like they were trying to make it sound like he was jealous of his bandmate for her solo nomination, but he only smiled and said how happy he was for her, and how much he admired her ability to put feelings into lyrics and then turn the whole thing into a hit song.
By the time we made it to our table, my bear was pretty disgusted with the whole thing, but she wouldn’t push down all the way because we were in a sea of alpha personalities and predators, and she recognized everyone for what they were. There was no danger of her coming out, but she wasn’t going to chill while we were here, either. Normally, I’m opposed to wearing the thigh holsters that hold your gun between your legs, but I’d made an exception tonight, and I was glad I had, because my bear was a little more chilled by knowing we could defend ourselves in human form, if necessary.
The band had to go backstage shortly before their performance slot, and my heart skipped a few beats when the music started and I heard Will’s voice, singing one of theirnewest numbers. I mean, I’ve heard him sing around the house a million times. He has this dorky song he sings in the morning about grabbing life by the dick, sometimes. Plus, I get to sit in the control booth and listen when they record, and I hear them practicing all the time.
But hearing it with an audience around us was completely different, and then, when he looked directly at our table, at Davy and me, my heart actually stalled in my chest before it took off racing. Lord Byron is myfiancé. How the fuck did this happen?
His PR people had advised me not to wear my engagement ring, and it’d been a good call. I hadn’t wanted evenmoreattention on me during the gauntlet of the red carpet, and that probably would’ve done it.
He kissed both of us when the band returned to our table, and he took his place between me and Davy, holding both of our hands. Why did that make my heart give a few extra pitter-pats? I have no idea, but it made me warm all over. The world may adore Lord Byron, but both LB and Will are mine and Davy’s. We’re a special little family. He performed for the world, but then he came back to sit with us. It sounds silly, trying to explain it, but in that moment it meant the world to me.
Mythic Beast walked away with two Grammys. Hailey didn’t win her solo nomination, but she seemed fine with that. We made a brief appearance at a couple of parties, but we didn’t stay terribly long. I enjoyed meeting all the singers, but I’m pretty sure Davy viewed it as pure torture.
As instructed, our boy glowered at everyone all night, and it was damned sexy. Of course, he smiled at me when I talked to him, and wouldn’t you know it, that’s the image that went viral?
When we finally made it back to our hotel room, Will seemed to have viewed the entire night as foreplay. Since Will had made reservations for a spa day for us the following day, we couldn’tcane or whip Davy, but I had other plans for him. CBT doesn’t involve impact play.
I was of a mind to deny him an orgasm, but Will felt like he needed a reward for the whole red carpet experience, and I realized he had a point, so when we ended with Will fucking Davy’s ass while Davy went down on me — with a weighted parachute on his balls left over from the CBT — we allowed him an orgasm at the end, and then we all piled under the covers of the king-sized bed, closer than normal because the bed was smaller, and snuggled in.
We’d had a big day, so I dropped right off to sleep.
