Page 4 of Bull's Boy

“Speaking of, are you going to the party in a couple weeks?” she asked, once again focused on her computer screen.

“What party?” He should have just said no since it didn’t matter, but he had no idea what she was talking about.

She hummed, clicking on something and then lifting her lip in annoyance. “God, I may need to have Marv come fix this. I don’t even know what I did.”

He pulled out his phone, shooting a text to his brother to let him know he’d need to stop by Bo’s to fix the payroll. Again. She said she needed Marv to help her, but she wouldn’t actually call him, not wanting to be a burden, even though Marv had said more than once he’d be fine taking over keeping the books straight and making sure the payroll went out smoothly.

“He says he’ll be here in the morning.”

Bull tucked his phone back in his pocket, smiling when Mom muttered a heartfelt “Thankfuck.”

“I should get back out there.” He started to stand as she began shutting things down, hoping he could get through the last hour of being open and clean up without popping wood again. Or blurting out something inappropriate like how beautiful he thought Malcolm’s eyes were.

“Wait, you didn’t answer my question.”

He turned toward her, frowning. “About the party? I don’t know what party you’re talking about.”

She sighed, like he was the most tiresome person she knew, and he couldn’t help but grin. His moms were the best and total opposites. Sally liked to sass her boys and act like they were disappointments when the reality was she’d fight literally anyone who even looked at them wrong. Whereas Bo was the epitome of sunshine and sweetness, always at home baking something wonderful in between programing gigs now that she was ‘all done raising babies.’ And shealwayshad a hug at the ready when you had a bad day.

They even looked like opposites. Despite her long blond hair—always pulled back in a claw clip—Sally was rail-thin and decked out in work boots and baggy jeans every day. Bull didn’t understand how his butch mom hadn’t known she was gay before meeting Bo, who was all curves and daring makeup.

He and Marv both had Sally’s white skin since she’d carried them, even though Bo always said she wished she could have. They’d found out when they’d started planning for kids that Bo would have a difficult time getting pregnant, if she was able to at all. When he was around ten, he’d asked her if she wasdisappointed he and Marv weren’t Black like her, and she’d smiled, kissed him all over his face, and then given him a cookie, reassuring him she loved them both just the way they were.

“At the clubhouse,” Sally said, rolling her eyes. “I think it’s someone’s birthday? Or maybe that wild child Ollie just wants to have a party.”

Bull chuckled. “He isn’t a child.”

He was wild though. Bull had only met the spitfire a couple of times at events his brother’s motorcycle club—the Devil’s Hands—had held in the last year or so, but he could tell the club’s Enforcer, Six, had his hands full. Ollie always had bright, colorful hair and shorts or skirts that showed so much skin they made Bull blush sometimes.

Well, that and how… free Ollie and Six were with their affection.

He couldn’t help but be a little jealous too, especially after he’d heard they’d gotten engaged a couple of months ago.

His mom waved her hand as she stood and pulled her boots on. “Either way, families are invited, so I’m guessing it won’t be a sex party.”

“Jesus, Mom.”

“Marv thinks we don’t know what’s going on over there, but Demarcus’s mom told me she heard Cynthia talking to Tay about these new private sex parties the club is hosting?—”

Bull groaned, wishing he could bleach the sound of his mom saying the wordssex partyfrom his brain. “You two shouldn’t be gossiping about your kids.”

She scoffed, walking over to him and reaching up to pat the side of his face. Hard. “Please. That’s the only way I’ve known what’s going on with you two since you became teenagers. Once you learned what your dicks were for?—”

“Mom!”

“—you stopped talking to your mothers.” She grinned up at him, brushing her thumb over his flaming cheek. “So we had to get creative to make sure you weren’t getting into too much trouble.”

Shaking his head, he pulled open her office door and strode out. He should never have thought he could get some peace and quiet in her space while she was also occupying it.

“Bo and I have bowling league that night, but you should go and support your brother,” she called after him.

He grunted, waving his hand in acknowledgment.

Then he spent the rest of the night alternating between trying to forget the horror of his mom talking about sex parties and wondering why the hell he hadn’t been invited to one.

CHAPTER TWO

“What do you think of this? I’m not sure about the color…”

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