Page 137 of Bulls and Their Boy

“I want him to enjoy himself, but did we go too far?”

“Baby,” he said, smiling at me tenderly. “You’re always going to worry, like Lauder said. I will too, but Joel will tell us when something isn’t right for him. We have to trust him. Hey, he used the fucking safeword. That shocked me more than anything he’s done so far.”

“I have to admit, I was shocked. Okay. Just…checking in. Are you good?”

“I’m fan-fucking-tastic.”

His smile lit his whole face. What we’d dreamed of in the beginning, we had it all, and maybe that was scaring me. “I’m just…”

“Checking in. You said. Now, let’s go check in with our boy. I don’t want to leave him any longer.”

Damon went and I stayed behind a moment, seeing that I wasn’t alone. Damon acted like he wanted in on the fun, but he was as worried about Joel as I was.

And sure, like the Doc said, we would always worry over him. That was love, even with three people instead of four. It was love and we had it in abundance.

The bedroom was packed full of men, all in one stage or another of fucking, all except Joel, who was in Damon’s arms, being kissed slowly. I went to the two of them, holding Joel’s face in my hand. “Is this what you dreamed of, baby boy?”

“Is now that y’all’re here. Missed ya!”

“Yeah. We missed you too.”

Keeping track was hard, but over the course of the night, I fucked Sebastian, PJ, and Gerome, who was as submissive as any sub I’d ever met. He wanted me on the floor, serving all three Doms in any way he could.

Beast enjoyed Joel again, but it seemed he enjoyed it more while watching Julio and PJ take turns on him. The love he had for all his boys was shown in his eyes as he looked at each one.

I couldn’t imagine having that many, especially with Joel being a handful at times. Beast did it well, though. And I could only hope that we’d do it as well, being Joel’s dominants, being always good to him, knowing what was best for him and convincing him to want what was best. Or, being convinced by him of his needs.

It was a tightrope, and we were walking it, balancing precariously. Seeing Beast with all his men, it gave me hope.

We were sitting together the next morning, drinking coffee on the porch, recovering from the long night of fucking. We were both stiff and sore, but happy.

The eight of us ended the night with all seven shooting loads on Joel, his introduction to bukkake. After a shower, we fell asleep in the bedroom, a tangle of men. Beast and his boys didn’t have the energy to go back to their tent, so they stayed the night.

“How do you do it? Six?”

“Trial and a lot of error. We’ve had some bumps. We still have them now and then. The good part of having so many is there is always an ear, a shoulder and arms. If one of us isn’t there, there are those that take up the slack.”

“Joel’s got two of us, so I hope it’s the same.”

“It already is. I watched him last night and not just the sex parts. He’d look at one of you, making sure everything was okay, then, if that one was busy, he’d look to the other. No matter what, though, neither of you turned your attention away from him for long. My boys are sexy as fuck, gorgeous, and it would have been easy to get lost in them. I do, but you both…you never lost sight of Joel for more than a minute or two.”

I hadn’t realized. “We are crazy about him.”

“I think, one day, maybe, you’ll find that the poly thing doesn’t fit the three of you anymore. Maybe not, I mean, it still works great for us, but triads tend to close their ranks eventually.”

I’d thought the same thing but had never voiced it. If I said that in front of Joel, I was scared he’d run. “If we ever did, Joel wouldn’t want that.”

“Give him time. He’s young. Sebastian, wow, he wouldn’t even date me. He thought for sure that I would tie him down and he’d be stuck with one dick forever. When he found out my kink is groups? He was all in, and he’s had a blast since. He’s the one that brought most of our boys in with us. We’d play with them a lot, and he didn’t want to fuck and forget them. He knew they needed love and a family just like we did.”

“That’s beautiful, Beast. It really is.”

“That weird, snotty fucker at the club, whatever his name is.”

I laughed as I said, "Thiago, but he wants to be called Theo, I’m told.”

“That one. He needs the same thing. I think that big fucker might be able to tame his bratty ways some.”

“Hud? Hud cannot stand him! I can’t even imagine them getting together for anything but Hud attending Theo’s funeral after he kills the little fuck.”

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