Page 33 of Bull's Boy

Squirming a little, Malcolm admitted, “I caught you once last night at the clubhouse.”

“Only once?” Bull grinned.

“I liked that too,” he said, playing with the hem of Bull’s shirt. “I liked that you were looking after me even though you were with your friends. It made me feel important.”

“You are important,” Bull said fiercely, tipping his face up to meet his eyes. “Youareimportant. Never doubt that. And even if you decide not to explore this—” He gestured between the two of them. “—you can always count on me to keep an eye on you if I’m around. That won’t change, no matter what you decide.”

Malcolm sucked in a hitching breath. “You say these things… Before yesterday, you barely spoke to me! Now you’re seducing the pants off me without seeming to try.”

He snorted, ignoring how his blood heated at the idea of Malcolm losing his pants or the fact his cock hadn’t deflatedat all where it pressed against the underside of his ass despite being trapped in his jeans. “Before yesterday, I didn’t know how to talk to you without making it obvious I was attracted to you.”

Eyes flicking down for a second, Malcolm quietly asked, “Are youjustattracted to me? Or is it… more?”

Fuck. How was he even sexier when he was shy like this?

“It’s more for me,” Bull said, like that was an easy thing to confess. His heart was racing though. He was laying his shit all the way out there and would get burned if Malcolm decided he wasn’t really interested. “It’s been more for a while. Even though I tried to fight it.”

Malcolm grimaced. “Oh, okay.”

Bull palmed the other side of his face, making sure he heard him clearly. “I don’t know what just went through your head, but I can guarantee it’s wrong. I fought my feelings for you because I knew they would only end with me getting hurt.”

“Why?” Malcolm whispered, eyes wide.

He raised his brows. “Because I thought you were straight, baby.”

“Oh, right.” Malcolm squeezed his eyes shut, so Bull released him, letting him tuck his head and hide. “Duh.”

“But you’re not, right?” Bull asked tentatively, not wanting to press but needing at least a little reassurance before he completely lost his heart to this man. “Is that what Dahlia was helping you with this morning?”

Malcolm nodded, still not lifting his eyes. “Yeah. Well, no. I guess not really. I’d already come to that conclusion around thetime you, um, were in my mouth, and I was enjoying it, not just doing it as a thank-you.”

“Fuck,” Bull hissed, shifting as his cock throbbed at the wordsin my mouthlike that was a damn invitation. Instead, he tried to focus on the rest of what Malcolm said. “Is that why you did it? You thought you owed me a thank-you?”

That got him to jerk his head up, eyes narrowing. “No, I didn’t think Iowedyou a thank-you. Iwantedto thank you. There’s a difference. I felt like you deserved something nice after everything you’d done for me and how you’re always so kind and generous.”

It was Bull’s turn to blush, his cheeks heating at the praise.

“But it became more than that really quickly,” Malcolm added, voice thick. His eyes trailed down Bull’s chest and stomach. “So yeah, I already knew before I talked to her that I wasn’t one hundred percent straight.”

Bull swallowed. “Good to know.”

“But she did help me figure out I wasn’t just… attracted to you,” Malcolm whispered, meeting his gaze again. “Somehow, without me even realizing it, I’ve developed feelings for you.”

There was a buzzing in Bull’s head as time seemed to slow.

There was no way Malcolm had just said what it sounded like.

Was there?

No…

But it had sounded like…

“Bull? Did you hear what I said?”

His focus zeroed in hard on Malcolm’s worried face and pinched brows. “Yeah, yes, I’m sorry.” He shook his head, trying to clear out the lingering disbelief. “Baby boy, you have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that.”

That shy smile reappeared, punching Bull in his gut. Or his feelings. His feelings’ guts.

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