Page 4 of Bulls and Their Boy

Noah came up with an idea, though. “You have a stable. It’s a pretty bigun if I remember correctly. Make that for your animals. There’s room enough for your tack and feed. You’re not having the animals I do, so it’ll be big enough.”

“He wants goats,” I informed them, then laughed.

“Oh?” Noah didn’t think it was funny in the least. “I’d take some goat milk. That makes better cheese than a cow’s by a long shot. I straight trade you all the beef you can eat for a steady supply of it.”

“Lord, why did I think you guys would ever back me up?”

Eli reached over for my hand, laying his over it. “I’ll listen to you complain any day, brother.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Chapter Two

It was a beautiful place, our new home. As many problems had arisen and the money it would likely cost, it still took my breath away when we’d pull into the yard.

The house had real stone siding, wooden shingles, and a huge porch that looked out over the rest of the place all the way to the tree line.

The yard was surrounded by a split rail fence, and behind the house were the outbuildings, the barn, stable and a few smaller sheds.

The guesthouse was off almost in the trees, a hundred yards or so from the main house, and it was a full two-bedroom place, a smaller copy of the main house. They were both two stories, but the second floors of each were finished attics, and they each had a small basement that housed the laundry rooms and storage.

Surrounding the property on all sides were tall evergreen, elm, aspen, and birch. It was early summer, and everything was green, all shades of it, except for the new field of wildflowers off the side of the guesthouse. Purple trumpets covered the ground like a crazy carpet.

Damon was more alive than I’d ever seen him, and he wasn’t exactly ever sedate. He hopped out of our Jeep SUV, raring to go that afternoon. “I’m gonna head into the stable and see what Noah meant.”

“He meant it was big enough for a few animals. A few ,” I called as he jogged backward, cheekily grinning at me in that way he had.

I went inside where normal people liked to be, but the first thing I did was head to the window to look outside.

Mountains off in the distance, and not that far, rose to the sky in that big picture window. It was right off the porch, and in the evenings, the light cast into the east made for a hell of a light show.

Noah and Eli had a porch facing west, but the west side of our place was a tall hill that blocked most of the evening light. We could watch sunrises, if I ever got up so early, which I didn’t. The light didn’t show off in the sky only in the west, however, at twilight, so we got a good show regardless.

The inside of our home was nice, if a little outdated. The two smaller bedrooms had wood paneling circa nineteen-seventy, and the kitchen tiles were a terrible shade of pink below some wickedly faded flowery wallpaper. Still, the appliances weren’t terribly old, the floors were all original tongue and groove wood and the structure itself was solid.

Besides some plumbing issues, and the décor, the house was great. Our furniture and decorations didn’t match yet, but there was time for that. Our modern lines and industrial chic would fit right in after a little work.

I didn’t hate it, far from it. The apartment where we’d lived in the city was getting small for us, and with three bedrooms just in the main house and plenty of space outside, we could spread out a bit.

Damon’s space was the entire outside, and the smallest bedroom, which he’d made into a home office already, so I’d taken the other small bedroom to make into my own space.

I ran a website that fixed people up with security. That isn’t as complicated as it sounded. I had a lot of brothers from the army that needed extra money. There were also a lot of people that needed security for parties and events, for business, and for other reasons, so I put the two together. It had grown considerably, so much so that I made a nice living just from the percentage I took from the matchups.

Damon helped me set it up, as his vocation was computers. He could do anything with them, and did his own type of security. He specialized in helping people scrub their names from the internet, a service that was much needed, much sought out, and paid well.

Though, I wasn’t sure any longer if any of it would pay for our little dream of the BDSM retreat.

Damon came in, letting the screen door bang, which I hated, but I let it slide, as he seemed excited. I came out of my little room, still wondering how I’d set up my office when he found me. “It’s plenty big enough. I have the outbuilding next to it to put the winter gear.”

“Winter…gear? What winter gear?”

“We’ll need a scoop for the truck to plow our road when it snows, we’ll likely need a little bulldozer, you know, like Noah has?”

“Truck? What truck?”

“The one we actually really need soon, babe.”

“He’s got a huge ranch, a hundred head of cows or whatever, and what? Twenty-some horses?”

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