Page 42 of Bull's Boy

Bull grunted and bit at the bruise that was already starting to blossom. It was beautiful, darkening his pale skin and shining like a neon sign that declared him as Bull’s.

Malcolm hissed and arched against him. “Shit, shit, shit. God, that hurts so good, but if you keep it up, I’m going to come in my pants.”

Tempting, but he lifted his head to find Malcolm’s damp mouth again, licking back inside. He slipped his hand down to his perfect little ass and gave his cheek a squeeze, his long fingers digging into the cleft through his jeans.

Someone knocked insistently at the door, and they froze, panting against each other’s lips.

“Not sure what’s happening in there,” Dahlia said loudly, making no move to enter the office, “but we’re in the weeds out here. Dishes are dying on the pass.”

Because they were at work.

At his mom’s restaurant.

Not an appropriate place to maul his maybe-boyfriend.

“We’ll be right there,” he called out, then brushed his face against Malcolm’s, breathing him in. “The caveman in me liked that you were jealous, but you never have to be. I am consumed by you, Malcolm. That will never change.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Iam consumed by you.

The words echoed in Malcolm’s head, a relentless refrain through the remainder of his shift.

Who said things like that to another person? Something that could cut right through Malcolm’s fears and insecurities. It was surreal that Bull, a man who had been right in front of him for months, was saying and doing things that made Malcolm’s knees weak. Things he hadn’t even known he craved in a partner.

He could have missed it. That was the part tripping him up the most. Bull never would have said anything. He would have continued living his life—being a good friend and an amazing boss—never once letting it show that he wanted more from Malcolm.

Maybe, eventually, Malcolm could have found a woman who made him feel the way Bull did, but he had a hard time believing it. Bull fit into all the hidden nooks and crannies inside Malcolm without even trying.

I am consumed by you.

The rest of the day dragged on—despite them being busy as hell—his mind preoccupied with finishing what he and Bull had started in the office. He’d gotten three separate orders messed up, something he hadn’t done since he first started serving. Dahlia’s knowing smirk and pointed stares at the hickey on his neck only made it worse.

He was more than ready for the shift to be over.

But when he finished his side work and was free to leave for the night, he found Bull in a heated discussion about a missing order of beef with the head cook in the kitchen. He smiled at Malcolm and wished him a good rest of his night and then turned back to Raul.

He lingered in the doorway for a second before heading out to his car.

So much for leaving together and picking things up at Bull’s place. Or in his truck.

Hell, he’d have followed Bull back into the office and dropped to his damn knees without him even having to ask.

I am consumed by you.

He trudged up the steps to his apartment, wondering how he’d ever been around Bull andnotnoticed how sexy the man was. His heart skipped a beat when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, nearly dropping it in his hurry, and held his breath, having no shame about how much he hoped it’d be from Bull.

For the first time since they’d met, he was disappointed to see it was Dahlia texting him.

LBF

Are you going to tell me what I interrupted today?

Malcolm snorted.

Malcolm

Not on your life.

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