Page 31 of Bull's Boy

If Malcolm hadn’t already been sure he was more than just physically attracted to Bull, his fierce promise would have done him in. Slowly, in case Bull didn’t want it, he closed the final foot between them, raising his arms to lay his hands on Bull’s abdomen and tipping his head back to look straight into his face.

“I did like it.”

For a second, Bull didn’t react at all, then his head cocked to the side just a fraction. “What?”

Smiling, Malcolm pressed his hands more firmly against Bull. “I liked sucking you. I liked all of it.”

Bull pulled his sunglasses off—thank god—and his dark brown eyes were narrowed on him. “I don’t understand, Malcolm. Why did you take off like that then?”

Moment of truth. “I got freaked out—” Bull’s face started to close off, so he rushed to finish. “—athow muchI liked it. And what that meant… about me.”

He didn’t say anything, studying Malcolm’s face. He had to remind himself that Bull did that, would pause and think things through before saying anything, and that it didn’t mean he was rejecting Malcolm.

“I’m sorry you felt you couldn’t tell me this last night.”

Malcolm felt like he’d been punched right in the heart. “Oh god, no. Bull, it wasn’t like that. I just… I think I was in a state of shock. But I called Dahlia this morning, and she helped me figure some stuff out.”

Bull’s eyes dropped to where Malcolm was now clutching his T-shirt. Embarrassed, he smoothed the fabric back out, thencouldn’t stop petting him. Bull’s stomach wasn’t hard with a six-pack, but it was firm with just a little extra padding over top. It was… sexy.

It was still a little weird to think of another man that way, but it was getting easier, especially standing in front of a man like Bull.Especiallyknowing Bull was attracted to him. That gave him a boost of confidence he wouldn’t normally have.

“Can you forgive me?” Malcolm asked, voice husky.

Drawing his gaze up Malcolm’s body slowly, Bull ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “You didn’t actually apologize for anything.”

Hadn’t he?

“Oh, right.” Embarrassed, he dropped his eyes, but Bull gently gripped his chin and tilted his face back up. His heart thumped loudly, trying to escape his rib cage. Bull’s fingers were warm and rough, unfamiliar yet enticing. “I’m sorry I left without saying anything. I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t like what happened between us. I’m sorry?—”

Bull leaned down and pressed his lips to Malcolm’s, silencing him with a soft kiss.

Bull waskissinghim.

His lips moved slowly over Malcolm’s, gently exploring him and coaxing his stunned mouth to get with the program. Malcolm made a soft noise and tilted his head, letting his eyes fall shut. Following Bull’s lead, he kept his movements languid, sliding against soft lips.

Then Bull’s tongue licked at the seam of his mouth, and he jolted and moaned, body bumping into Bull’s and his focus splintering between parting his lips to let Bull inside and thefeeling of his growing erection. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to the fact that he could arouse Bull without really trying.

Him. Malcolm Heath Kerr. He was making Bull hard with a damn kiss!

When Bull bit his bottom lip, his knees nearly gave out, but strong hands grabbed his thighs and hoisted him up. He pulled back to gape at him as Bull easily carried him toward the house. Instead of saying anything, Bull just leaned in and kissed his throat.

Which felt amazing. He’d always been sensitive there, a well-placed lick sending shivers down his spine. Without even seeming to try, Bull found all the best spots, zeroing in and giving all of his attention to them until Malcolm was moaning and clutching at his shoulders.

“You’re so responsive, baby,” Bull mumbled against his skin, using one hand—one—to hold him up so he could use the other to open the door, then kicked it shut behind them. “Not getting enough attention, hm?”

God, wasn’t that the truth. He’d only had a handful of sexual encounters in his life, and most of them were during his one year of college. Since then, he’d been more focused on eating than hooking up, and his time on dating apps the last six months or so had been amazingly awful.

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, something gray and fluffy scurrying away in a hurry, but forgot all about it when teeth bit into him, his hips jerking forward instinctively as pleasure shot through him.

“Bull!”

He just grunted in response, lowering them to a huge couch and arranging Malcolm’s legs so he was straddling him. He barely noticed the sliding glass door he was staring at, overwhelmed at just how fast things were moving. He’d thought he’d have to do some serious groveling to get back on Bull’s good side, but Bull seemed to be skipping right past that and into the after-dark events, despite it being 10:00 a.m. on a Sunday and them both having to be at work later that day.

Two big hands slid up his thighs and wrapped around his hips, encouraging him to roll against that huge snake growing down his left thigh. It felt good, amazing even, and he nearly let himself get lost in the moment, but then one of those hands slipped behind him and grabbed his ass, and he couldn’t stop himself from stiffening.

Bull’s lips froze against the hinge of his jaw, and both hands left his body. “Sorry. That… That wasn’t okay.”

Malcolm cleared his throat and forced himself to meet Bull’s eyes. His pupils were wide, nearly swallowing all of the dark chocolate, and his lips were damp. Even without the erection pressing against him, he’d have known Bull was turned on just by looking at him. And it was hot, knowing it was because of him.

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