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The lighting was getting hung, long poles hanging from the new ceiling that had been placed across the entire place, reinforced to support the weight of men that could be bound to straps and ropes hanging from it to use and enjoy.
“Ain’t it nice?” Joel called as he walked into the barn. “Xen kept just a-starin’ at the walls. I think he liked ‘em.”
“You two came in here?”
“Sure! Why not?” he asked, and then his emerald eyes landed squarely on Roland. “Hey, there. I’m Joel, their boy.”
He was positively leering, and Damon chuckled as he slung his big arm around Joel’s neck. “Joel…”
“What? Afraid he wan’ed the job?”
Roland smirked and glanced over to me before telling Joel, “That would have been…great, but I couldn’t live here.”
“Well, hell, looky! Yer here now!”
I nodded to Damon, who took him outside the barn, which didn’t seem to please our boy any. “Sorry, Roland.”
“No, it was adorable. He’s very cute, by the way.”
“He’s a handful, but we’re happy.”
Roland purred, “Ever want a foursome, you know my number, though not today. I really can’t stay, and I can’t tell you how much I hate that.”
I saw him trying to cut away his eyes, but they still roamed over me. “We’ll, uh, plan a time after all this is finished, so there’s no conflict. Deal? And, of course, you’re invited to the grand opening. Seeing how much is done, that shouldn’t be long now.”
“I’ll hold you to that as well as a free membership.”
Thinking of him, being there, possibly in leather…
“You got it. For life.”
“Good. I’ll take it. At least until I find my own big, domineering man.”
“It shouldn’t be hard, for you.”
He smiled in a way that told me, once the construction was complete, he’d be up for another chase. And we’d be up for it too, but first, we had to wrangle our boy. I left Roland to look at the junction boxes and found Joel and Damon in the stables with our new horses.
“Joel!”
“I a’ready done heard it,” he grumbled.
I glanced to Damon, but mostly kept my eyes keened on Joel.
“I told him, Burke. It’s not his place.”
“And I don’ see why the hell not!”
I was about to explode, as we’d all told him already how we were in charge, but he made his case anyway. “Y’all make less sense than a laundry-mat that’s plumb out o’ change. I can’t find any guys for us ta fuck? And why the hell not?”
“That’s up to us, Joel. We choose,” Damon tried to argue. “When we find a guy, we’ll let you know it’s okay to hit on him. Until then, you have to keep it in your pants.”
“I’m a-keepin’ it in my pants jus’ fine. But, say I find a nice lookin’ ol’ boy at the arena, and say he wants ta fuck me good? I tell him, nah, I’m taken, but I come home and y’all are sittin’ ‘round when we coulda been fuckin’! Or, y’all want me to call you up, get you to drive down and while you’re a-drivin’, I tell the guy what? Hang around for muh boyfriends to come and look at cha and decide if they wanna fuck ya?”
Damon and I looked to one another and were both just blank for anything to say. Damon finally broke the silence. “Joel, give us a minute.”
“Take yer time,” he snarked, and I nearly turned around and bent him over for a spanking.
“Calm down, he’s just confused,” Damon reasoned.
