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“Wha’ I do now?”

“Soup sandwich?” Damon managed to get out but was doubled over and then Joel got the joke.

“Y’all never heard that?”

Memphis empathized with Joel. “These yanks don’t git all our talk, Joel.”

“Sure don’t.”

After dinner, the boys cleaned up the kitchen while we enjoyed the night air on the porch. I was glad the nights got so cool, as we hadn’t so much as considered getting an AC unit for the house.

The crickets were chirping out in the field, and Damon excused himself to check on the horses, leaving Memphis and I alone. I was glad, as it gave me the opportunity to ask him some things. “You have a lot of friends in the lifestyle, and I do too, sure, but…three men, like Damon, Joel and me, I don’t know what I’m even trying to ask you.”

“I do. How’s it gonna work?”

“I guess.”

“Got this friend, and he’s got two boys. Not the same, sure, but one’s a switcher, so he does both. Anyhow, they had their struggles at first, but we all do. It’s not easy, havin’ a boy and lovin’ him too, and I can tell ya do. Love ‘im, that is.”

He could tell, and we hadn’t said it yet. In fact, I think for Damon and me, we were afraid to even think it. “We’ve tried in the past, but it never worked out, and if it doesn’t with Joel…it’ll break our hearts.”

“Sure, it will! But life ain’t got guarantees. You gotta take what happiness you can in life. No one’s handing you a thing, you work hard at it, and, if yer lucky, you get what you want. Mostly, though, ‘specially at first, ya jump in with both feet and hold on for dear life.”

I pictured Joel on the back of that bull, doing exactly that. He trusted that he could ride that bull, and he also trusted Damon and me, to take him to our hearts and bed. “Thanks, Memphis. You have no idea how great that advice was.”

One of the rooms in the guesthouse was set up nicely for anyone that may have come to visit. Since our two extra rooms in the main house were taken up by our offices, we showed Memphis and Xen to the guesthouse and made sure they were comfortable when it was time we all retired for the night.

Joel stood on the porch when we got back to the main house, shuffling one foot over the wood. “Guess I’ll get on home now.”

“Why?” I suddenly asked, and Damon glanced my way.

When I nodded to Damon, Joel was staring from one of us to the other, waiting for some punchline. Damon moved to him and slapped his hat from his head, then yanked him by the shirt over to kiss him deeply.

I watched, heated straight through me, as Joel melted into that kiss.

I took my turn, grabbing him roughly from Damon and bending my neck so my head was right over his, then took a kiss that was as rough as Damon’s, as heated as I felt. When I finished the kiss, I picked him off his feet and slung him over my shoulder, giving him a swat on the ass. “It’s time we claim you.”

Damon hopped some, opening the screen door for me. “About fucking time,” he said while Joel commenced to whooping and hollering.

I think I even heard a yahoo and a yeehaw in there, but that’s not what I was paying attention to.

I threw him on our bed as Damon went around to the other side, and we both stared down on him like he was some steak we were about to tear into with our teeth. He was panting, his chest rising and falling fast, face flushed as he stared at us.

“We fuckin’? For real?”

“For real,” Damon growled. He took off his shirt with one fast movement, and Joel fell back on the bed with a long moan.

Damon moved one knee onto the bed and leaned over him, grabbing his throat loosely. “You ready to please us, boy?”

“Been ready! Good an’ ready!”

“Call me Sir.”

Chapter Eleven

The way he stared at us; it was like he was a different person. That shy Joel was gone, and so was the funny one. He was all business.

“Y’all want me ridin’?”

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