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“Really?”
“You’ll be disappointed. Damon and I don’t fuck each other a lot. We’re both strictly tops.”
“Then what in God’s good name will I be spyin’ on?”
Chapter Seven
Standing outside with the two of them, watching the sunset, even though we were watching it facing east, it felt right. Maybe I wanted it so much that I was seeing it that way, but it did feel right.
We’d eaten, had a great conversation about Joel’s ambitions as far as the rodeo and getting enough money from it to buy his own little piece of land. Damon told him that if we became what we wanted, a triad, as he’d said it, our place would be his too.
Joel argued he wouldn’t want that, that he’d earn his own piece of land, but he did smile in a way that told me he liked that we’d share with him, in everything. I don’t think his own plans had gone much further than the sex.
When he was ready to head home, Damon stopped him and gave him a kiss. It wasn’t open-mouthed, wasn’t overly heated, which surprised me, but Joel was surprised more.
He looked at me after, and of course, I kissed him too. It was like Damon’s, chaste for the most part, but I lingered on his lips and whispered, “Come back soon.”
“Tomorra too soon?”
Damon laughed but answered for me. “Not at all. It’s fine. And look up those sites I typed in your phone.”
Tipping his hat to us, he walked backward a few steps, grinning like crazy, then he was gone, down the driveway to wherever he’d parked his truck.
Damon’s arm slipped through mine as he confirmed what I’d thought. “It feels right.”
“We can’t get our hopes up too high, but yeah, it feels right.”
And like clockwork, Damon woke me to tell me Joel was already there, excited that he’d looked up the sites Damon told him to read, and I dragged my ass out of bed at eight in the morning just to see him.
Damon held out a big mug of coffee for me, and Joel came up to kiss my cheek. That was the sweetest gesture yet, and it made me come fully awake without a sip of my coffee. “Mornin’ Burke.”
“Good morning, Joel. Didn’t expect you so soon, but I’m glad to see you.”
He was dressed in a tight t-shirt, tighter jeans and looked good enough to eat. His hat was back so he looked open, and his smile graced the entire room. Damon couldn’t stop staring at his ass from behind him, and I chuckled at that.
“Got any work around here? Ma don’t need me, and Eli said they got their place covered.”
“You…want to work here?”
“Sure! Why not?”
Damon’s eyes, firmly planted on Joel’s ass, didn’t move, so I knew he hadn’t heard the conversation. “Damon!”
He finally snapped and looked over at me, mouth hanging open.
“He wants to do some work around here. Do we have anything for him?”
“Huh? Oh! Oh, sure, yeah. He could be a big help in the stables, you know, we gotta get them ready for whatever animals you’re so kind as to allow me.”
“I’m such an ogre.”
“Kinda, yeah,” he said with a wink.
I sat at the table in front of those sketches again and they joined me there, so I showed Joel the drawings. “These are what is going to happen in the barn, hopefully, if Damon and I can agree.”
The sketches were amazing. One looked like any other BDSM club with dark walls, recessed lighting, booths with tall walls between them for some kind of privacy. The rooms lacked beds and contained equipment, differing from room to room.
Another was totally in groove with our theme, country. Instead of regular equipment, there were cushioned sawhorses, lots of rope hanging everywhere, hanging lights that were encaged in metal, like some you’d find in a barn.
