Page 55 of Bulls and Their Boy


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“Dang, Damon!”

“Thanks for the appetizer. Now, let’s eat.”

Joel laughed and I watched Damon glowing. He’d made salmon steaks and vegetables, which were great. He wasn’t the best cook, but he did okay. He liked giving me a break now and then, but whined if I didn’t make my pasta sauce once a week at least.

“We need to find a place for our weights. I thought I’d be more physical here, but besides riding, I’ve been just walking around,” Damon mentioned as he set down his fork.

“I feel that. Where the hell are we putting them? We’ve got all our buildings marked for other things, and with Joel moving in, possibly…did we ever decide that for sure?”

“I’m willin’, iffin Millie can come along. She’s my dog.”

“She’s welcome,” I said in a sigh. I was going to have to get used to animals, and at least we were starting with a dog and not a cat. “Okay, well, you’ll need a room too then, so what are we gonna do?”

“We’ve got the attic,” Damon pointed out, then he sipped his wine while Joel stared at both of us.

“What I need a room fer?”

I had done it again, made him feel like he was somehow separated from us. “Joel, Damon and me, we used the two bedrooms down here besides the one we sleep in for offices. You should have your own space too.”

“Oh! Really? Well, hell, gimme a closet to throw my hat and boots in, and I’m all set.”

Damon brought up a good idea. The attic was nice and big, but it was one big space. We thought they’d used it for a bedroom, but it was dingy and needed updating too. It would make a great space for us all.

I thought on it very briefly and then started thinking more out loud. “We’d have the space we needed, the privacy. We could have our sex toys and trunks up there, in a small part of it. Weights, a couch or two, the TV up there, free up the living room for a nice sitting area for when guests come. The attic could be just for us, like a rec room.”

“Only rec room I want has stuff I can tie Joel to and fuck him.”

Joel blushed brightly but stabbed a piece broccoli onto his fork.

“We have the entire fucking barn for that, Damon, darling.”

“Right! Forgot. Okay, TV, weights, you decorate. Make it nice for us.”

I smirked over at him while I forked some of the salmon. “Okay, well, the contractor, if he doesn’t have a job after the barn and guesthouse, I want to hire him for this house. The kitchen, the bathroom in our room, the other one, and then, well, up here. I can live with the other bedrooms like that for a while. We only work in there.”

“I’m fine with that. Joel can retreat up to the attic when he needs a break from us.”

“I can do that?”

“Yeah, Joel, and we’ll need to do it too. All three of us living and working here, we are together a lot. Damon and me, back in the city, had a routine. We’d have our own space, our own free time and then we’d be together the rest of the time. It worked, and there are three of us now. Good thing is, though, a lot more space.”

“I’ll be outside,” Joel proclaimed. “Iffin you need me, I’ll be out there.”

Damon agreed with Joel. “I hate being in my office now, so we might have to find separate spaces outside too.”

“I’ll be ridin’. I like ridin’.”

I watched Damon’s eyes cloud and knew his mind well enough to know he was thinking about the bull riding. I changed the subject quickly to something that could help him think of other things. “Now, being that we’re so close to completion on the club, any thoughts as to our grand opening?”

It worked. Damon’s eyes brightened immediately. “Sex. Lots of it.”

Joel cracked up and I smiled while I rolled my eyes. “We’re not only playing hosts, we’re also security.”

“Security? Come on, babe, security? That means very little sex. Damon don’t like very little sex. Damon needs sex,” he said in a caveman impression.

Joel was still laughing but took a message on his phone.

“No phones at the table,” I told him, like I would a teenager and I was his parent. Gotta admit, I kinda hated that.

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