Page 26 of Bull's Boy

“Shit, shit, shit.” He gasped for breath as he yanked Malcolm’s mouth off him and then switched hands so he could hold him in place by his hair while he jerked himself over the finish line. He wrapped his hand right over Malcolm’s so much smaller one and picked up the pace of their strokes. “Stay right there, baby.”

Grunting, he started to come, seed shooting from him. Malcolm’s head blocked most of the view, the tight space between Bull and the steering wheel not offering much room to maneuver. It didn’t matter though—he’d get to see the end result.

He tightened his grip, stroking himself a few more times and squeezing out every last drop he could, then swiped the tip against Malcolm’s cheek. Chest heaving, he slumped back against his seat and let his arms drop. “Let me see, baby. Sit up for me.”

For a second, Malcolm didn’t move, then he planted both hands on Bull’s thighs and pushed himself upright. Come was dripping off his lashes, with more smeared on his cheeks and a sexy dollop on his lower lip.

“Fuck.” He cupped the sides of Malcolm’s face and swiped his thumbs back and forth, rubbing his seed into his skin. “You look so sexy. This sight is burned in my brain.”

Malcolm nodded shakily, slipping free from Bull’s light hold and moving back to his own seat. His eyes were a little too wide, mouth open as he tried to catch his breath.

Bull furrowed his brows. “Are you okay?”

Malcolm didn’t respond, just glanced around the truck’s cab like he was searching for something.

“Malcolm?”

His head jerked up, and he zeroed in on Bull. “Yeah?”

His voice was all wrong. Not the sweet, surprised tone he used when he couldn’t believe Bull was calling him gorgeous or the shy, flirty one Bull had been gifted a few times. That single word was said flatly, without any intonation.

“What’s going on, baby?” He wanted to reach for him again, maybe pull him fully into his lap and give him a hug, but he could tell his touch wouldn’t be welcomed. “What can I do?”

Malcolm shook his head, eyes dropping to Bull’s crotch and then away again. Glancing down, Bull realized his cock was still half-hard, its length and weight pulling it straight out from his body like a third fucking leg between his other two. Old insecurities bubbling up, he quickly tucked himself back into his underwear, arching his hips to tug his jeans back into place.

He was still struggling to get redressed when the passenger door popped open.

Malcolm was gone before he could do anything but glance up, the cool night air whisking in and smothering any good feelings he had left. What the fuck had he just done? Why had he gone along with things? He knew it would end like shit. HeknewMalcolm didn’t really want him.

Fuck.

Scrubbing at his face, he turned off his truck and shoved open his own door, checking the street as he prowled around to close the passenger side. Malcolm’s taillights were already at the corner, his blinker flashing too fast and making Bull frown. Did he know that meant a bulb was burned out or was about to be? Did he know how to replace it so he didn’t pay an arm and a leg at a shitty body shop?

He slammed the truck door shut and shook his head.Stop. Malcolm wasn’t his to look after. No matter what had just happened, Malcolm’s response made it crystal clear he already regretted it. For whatever reason, he’d gotten caught up in the moment or felt like he owed Bull something for being nice to him. Whatever it was, he should have fucking known better.

His house was silent, the low light over his kitchen sink the only one illuminating the open space. For once, he was grateful. The last thing he wanted was to catch sight of himself in a mirror or some other reflective surface. His stomach was churning, thoughts racing as he tried to figure out how to fix what he’d just broken.

Grabbing a bottle of water, he chugged half, then pulled out his phone.

Bull

I just got a confusing blowjob.

Even though it was late, he knew his brother was probably still awake. The man was a total night owl, stemming from years of insomnia. Sure enough, Marv texted back almost immediately.

Marv

Idk what that means.

Neither did he.

Bull

I fucked up. Malcolm must have thought he owed me something? I don’t know. I thought he was into it but then afterward he bolted.

Hopefully, he didn’t quit. He knew Malcolm needed the job and the higher-than-average wages they paid at Bo’s even before tips. Maybe he should say something to Dahlia, let her know Malcolm was freaking out and needed a friend.

Fuck, no. She was out of town for the weekend.

---