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“I have to say I’m with Robert on that,” Sol admitted.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Toby chuckled. “Damn. The next Saturday night supper for the ranch hands, we’d better lay on a pretty amazing spread. Can’t believe they’re going to do this.”
“You got any beer up there?”
“A few bottles. Why—oh yeah. I can bring them with me. Least I can do.”
A little alcohol would help with any last-minute nerves. Sol had to admit Matt had nailed it—this could be a lot of fun.
Butch bare-chested, on his knees, however…That promised to be a sight worth seeing.
Fuck. There was no way Sol could hide a boner inthesejeans.
Chapter 22
It had taken longer than Sol had anticipated to get a few shots, but that was mainly due to the guys handling all the toys and speculating about them, accompanied by a whole lot of chuckling.
Like little boys discovering a porn magazine for the first time.
It was on the tip of his tongue to say something, because right then all the guys’ comments and laughter was nothing short of kink shaming. He had to remind himself they didn’t know any better. He also needed them to relax around the equipment. The serious talk would come from Toby: he and Sol had already discussed the opportune moment. Besides, this was Toby’s domain, and Sol wasn’t about to overstep the mark.
He let them be while he took photos of Toby in his leather jeans, boots, and harness, checking after each one that Toby was happy with the outcome. Toby walking into the barn in his gear caused a minor ruckus, not to mention an appreciative glance or two from Matt.
Nowtherewas someone Sol could see dipping his toes into BDSM at some point in the future—if he hadn’t already. All he had on was a jock and boots, and he seemed at ease walking around the room. The leather straps framed his firm ass cheeks, and once or twice, Sol caught Teague looking.
Matt’s first comment as he’d strolled into the barn had set the tone for the shoot. He’d grinned at Sol and said, “No nudes, okay?”
An eruption of cackles and hoots had followed.
Sol had discussed a few photo ideas with Toby before they’d gotten started, and Toby set about selecting equipment. He hitched up the long suspension bar to the hook embedded in the rafter, with hand slings dangling from each end. Sol took a great photo of Walt, head bowed, his fingers curled around the slings, his back bare but for a long tail whip snaking down it.
Sol peered at the viewer on his camera. “Awesome, Walt.”
“Can I see?” Walt asked, his arms caught up in the shirt he was pulling over his head. Sol showed him, and Walt’s breathing hitched. “That’s me?”
“You were the one holding onto that bar, so yeah.”
Walt stared at it, lips parted.
Sol squeezed his shoulder. “Like I said, it’s an awesome shot.”
“Thanks.” Walt appeared kind of dazed.
“Hey, Toby.” Teague held up a pair of nipple clamps. “Do these go where Ithinkthey go?”
“If you’re thinking nipples, then yes.”
“But why?”
Toby went over to him. “They trap the blood, increasing sensitivity.” He cocked his head. “You like it when a guy plays with your nipples?”
Teague rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding? Sometimes I swear I could shoot just from a guy sucking on my tits and tugging ’em with his teeth.”
“I didn’t know that,” Butch murmured.
Teague flashed him a glance. “That’s ’cause you never asked.” He smiled. “Then again, I didn’t tell you either.”
Matt laughed. “Andhowlong have you two been… playing?”
