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Where do I want this to go?
The conversation with Sol had raised more questions than it had answered, and most of them were dancing around in his head. He could acknowledge a few home truths: he liked it when Sol gave him commands. He even liked the abstinence, although he wasn’t sure how he’d cope without jerking off for longer than a week or two. The prospect of sex without an orgasm, however…
I’m not sure how—or if—I would cope with that.
What shocked him was part of him wanted the chance to find out.
Discovering Sol was always a Dom when he fucked had brought one question to the top of a long list.
He has subs… clients… How would I feel if I watched him in the barn? Watched him make someone else shatter the way he makesmeshatter? Watched him fuck someone who wasn’t me?
Because sure as shit, if he continued along this route with Sol, Butch would not be the only guy along for the ride, and he had no idea how he would feel about that.
He said there’s stuff we need to talk about. Then I guess that’s a conversation we’re gonna have, and sooner rather than later.All this clatter and noise inside his head made it difficult to concentrate, to function, and he couldn’t saddle Bailey and ride off every time he needed to think. He had a job to do.
Right now I don’t have the full picture.
Maybe when he did, it would be easier to come to a decision.
Then why the fuck am I sitting here?
The answers were not to be found in the still waters of Mirror Lake—they were back at Salvation. And it wasn’t until he was riding home that something occurred to him, something he hadn’t realized until that moment.
Part of him wanted to be the only man Sol fucked, and he knew that was unreasonable and impractical—this was what Sol did, right? —but it also implied that somehow he was already connected to Sol, with ties that had nothing to do with sex or lust, but emotion.
Butch led Bailey into the stable. Lunch had been and gone, but he wasn’t hungry. Right then he had more important things on his mind than food.
Paul smiled. “Good ride? You looked as if you needed to clear the cobwebs away.”
Butch stroked Bailey’s flank. “He’s a good cure for that. Want me to brush him?”
“Nah, you’re good. Besides, Teague was looking for you just before lunch.”
“Then I’d better go see what he wants.” Butch walked out of the stable, removing his phone from his pocket and switching it from mute. As he drew nearer to the bunkhouse, he caught the sound of laughter from inside, and he came to a dead stop.
I don’t think I want to people today.
The only person he wanted to talk to was Sol, and he knew where to find him. What hedidn’tknow was what Sol would be doing when he got there, and cold trickled through him.
I don’t wanna interrupt anything.
If he had questions, there had to be other sources of information, right? And he wasn’t thinking about videos involving gags, whips, paddles…. Hell, one conversation with Toby had provided a goldmine of information.
He just had to know where to look.
Butch headed for the old barn. It’d be quiet there, and he could peruse the Internet undisturbed.
Thank God my phone is fully charged.
He had a feeling this could take a lot of time, and even more battery juice.
Butch’s phone buzzed, and he opened his messages. It was from Teague.
Where are you?
Damn it, he didn’t want to talk to Teague right then. And then he noticed the time.
Three hours? I’ve been in here three fuckinghours? Where the hell did the time go?
