Page 21 of Bull's Boy

“But do you want me to stop?”

“I don’t know what you’re doing…”

“Me either,” he admitted softly, glancing up and finding Bull’s eyes locked on his face. Holding his gaze, he slid his handdownward at a snail’s pace. Giving them both plenty of time to saystop.

When he reached Bull’s thick midsection, he dropped his eyes, staring at his pale skin trailing down Bull’s navy blue shirt, between the parted sides of his brown leather jacket.

He finally understood what it meant to have an out-of-body experience. He felt like he was floating, not in control of what he was watching, and yet could feel how soft his T-shirt was and the way Bull’s stomach twitched under his fingertips.

When he hit the button of Bull’s jeans, he slammed back into his body and sucked in a ragged breath. This was it. If he kept going, things would never be the same between them. Hell, even if he stopped, they wouldn’t be, but it’d be different if he kept going.

Because… he was pretty sure he was going to touch another man’s dick.

Except he seemed to be losing steam as he fingered the top of Bull’s pants through his shirt but didn’t tug it up. The longer he hesitated, the more awkward he started to feel. He always did this—not that he’d hooked up with a lot of women. He’d initiate things and then get in his head or worry he wasn’t doing something right, and the mood would go downhill fast.

Not this time. He hadn’t changed his mind; he just needed… help. Unlike with the women who always seemed to want him to take the lead, he felt like he could follow Bull’s.

If he could figure out how to ask.

Sucking in a shaky breath, Bull spoke before he could. “You don’t owe me anything, Malcolm.”

His voice was so deep it rumbled through the air between them, filling up all the space and rippling over Malcolm’s exposed skin. Good god, how was he reacting this strongly to another man when he’d never even looked at one twice before?

He shoved that thought away for another time. He could have a little freak-out later when Dahlia was there to pat his head and call him a dumbass.

“I know,” he reassured Bull. While he did want to make Bull feel good, he didn’t feel like hehad toin exchange for the kindness he’d shown him. He wasn’t sure how to explain that without it potentially coming out wrong and ruining the mood. Instead, he decided to try and move things along. “Will… will you take it out?”

Bull groaned and grabbed Malcolm’s wrist, his hand huge and so strong compared to his. His gut tightened at the sight, his mind flashing to other scenarios where Bull held his wrists.

“Malcolm.” Bull sounded like he was in pain, gritting out his name between his teeth.

Swallowing, Malcolm held his eyes, trying to project confidence. “Please, Bull?”

“Jesus Christ,” he grunted as he let go of Malcolm’s arm and made quick work of his button, pushing his hips up to get better access.

Malcolm pulled back and watched, breaths sawing in and out of his parted lips. He made a soft sound when Bull tugged his shirt up out of the way, exposing several inches of hard, hairy belly. He had the strongest urge to lean forward and nuzzle his face there but didn’t want to lose focus on what he was trying toaccomplish. The sound of Bull’s zipper lowering was jarring in the quiet truck, making him gasp, but he couldn’t look away.

Was Ollie’s source right?

He leaned closer to peek at where Bull’s jeans were gaping open, exposing a dark cavern… and a bulge. Holy shit. That was another guy’s dick. Bull tugged his jeans down, revealing more of his underwear, and then settled back in his seat.

“Doing okay?”

His voice startled Malcolm, and when he tipped his face up, he got caught in Bull’s dark brown eyes that looked black in the dim lighting. “What?”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

Did he? He was about to come face-to-face with another man’s cock for the first time. Was he sure? Could he really go through with it?

Could he handle the what-if if he didn’t?

He studied Bull’s wide, handsome face.

Licking his bottom lip, Malcolm murmured, “Tell me I’m gorgeous again.”

“You are,” he said without hesitation, his voice little more than a growl vibrating around them.

He gently cupped Malcolm’s cheek with one of his giant hands, the skin rough and so warm it sank right into Malcolm’s bloodstream. His eyes fluttered at the unexpected pleasure of the touch, working harder than before to focus when Bull brushed his thumb just under his bottom lip.

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