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He was so mellow, and even his voice was smooth and calm. I touched his face and told him sincerely, “We’ll miss you around here. If you see…anyone you don’t want to see, you go to Noah and Eli, and they’ll watch over you.”
“I will.” He swallowed hard and whispered roughly, “I love ya.”
“I love you. Be good today.”
“After that? I’m gonna be so good, I’ll deserve a dang prize.”
I pinched his chin and promised, “And you’ll get one.”
I got a call two hours later from Eli. “What did you do to him? He can’t stop smiling, but he’s…so not Joel.”
“I spanked his ass.”
“Oh! Oh, great, well, keep up the good work.”
I checked on the main house with Damon and I was giddy when I saw the ugly pink tiles in a heap on the kitchen floor. I picked up one and pocketed it, though, to remember…
“What are you keeping that for?”
“Damon, sometimes even the ugly stuff can bring back good memories.”
“You’re…being weird today. Did he spank you instead of the other way around?”
“You’d think.”
Damon took my hand, and we walked out of the dusty house as they began to tear the old cabinets off the walls. The day was gorgeous, no clouds, the world so green and lovely, it was hard to breathe just taking it all in.
The horses frolicked in the yard, running around the fence, playing a game of chase. I heard the baying of the goats in the pen and the birds that nested in all the trees on the property. Yes, something had switched over in me, and I found myself appreciating every single part of my new world.
“What are we going to do about Joel’s dad?”
“If he tries to hurt our boy, I’m calling Javi.”
Damon chuckled darkly. “Pig shit?”
“Pig shit.”
That night, I took a tour of the complete club with my two partners, but I had an idea for Joel that would take his mind so fully from his dad and that stress, I could barely contain my excitement.
The wood and stone walls were decorated with usable ropes, along with old style manacles. Lined in a row were the spring horses and bull, along with two goats right before the booths in the back.
The tables with the mirrors were placed around in various positions so the mirrors would be facing the stage, but not blocking the other tables, the reflections of the mirrors making the place seem even larger.
I’d been speaking to Memphis’s friends, Isaac and Ferris, the owners of Slutae, and their head of marketing, Nick Perez, and we’d signed the contracts earlier in the week. The supplies would be coming any day, and I’d also spoken to the owners of Chaps, which would be sending their go-go boys for opening night in exchange for cross-promotion.
They’d take their places in the tiny corrals, wearing leather fringed briefs with horse tails the two owners of Slutae had made especially for our club. We’d set up the corrals for them to dance around the main area, and on the landing for the loft rooms. The hitching posts were near the tables, perfect for men to be tied while their Doms looked on, keeping watchful eyes.
The posts that ran up to the ceiling were varnished logs, and they had ropes and antique-looking chains hanging from them as well. The place looked like an old-fashioned barn, ready for a bunch of cowpokes to waltz in and saddle up their horses, or in this case, their submissives.
The lights were on, including those for the stage and there was a little hum from them, but I went behind the bar to turn down the overhead lights and turn on some music. For Joel, I chose a soft, mellow country song, and as Joel got up on the stage, I saw it.
He shined on that stage. His face, lit by the lights that had colored lenses pointing to the stage itself, and in those blues and greens, I saw my boy as he imagined a crowd. All those eyes would be on him, like in the arena for a bull ride, and he shined…
“Joel, let’s see what you’ll look like naked up there.”
He grinned over to me, winking in that exaggerated way. “Y’all just wanna see my ass.”
“Always,” Damon said, like that was simple common knowledge.
