Page 44 of Bull's Boy

Bull strode over and slowly lifted a hand to Malcolm’s face, watching him closely the whole time. When he didn’t pull away, Bull cupped his cheek, long fingers curling around to the back of his neck, and leaned in to lay a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Hey, baby boy.”

Tingling all over, Malcolm let Bull take the bag off his shoulder and carry it over to the couch, setting it on the end.

Bull was still holding another kitten, the all-white creature looking positively minuscule in his large hand. Malcolm’s was gray with some white on her chest and paws and brilliant blue eyes. He’d known that Bull had recently adopted the cats who had shown up at his back door, but none of them had come out yesterday when he’d been there, so he hadn’t laid eyes on any of them.

A third ball of fluff scampered over, looking eerily similar to the one Malcolm was holding, and began to climb up Bull’s sweats. He smiled down at the tiny thing and scooped it up so he held a kitten in each hand, cuddled close to his chest.

Malcolm had never really thought of himself as a cat person, but the sight had his heart melting. There was just something so sweet about a man Bull’s size gently handling the small animals.

“Dorothy doesn’t like being left out,” Bull said, lowering his head to let Dorothy bump his chin with her forehead.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Malcolm said, “Rose and Dorothy? Are you telling me that one’s Sophia?”

Bull ducked his head, smiling shyly. “No, this is Blanche. Sophia is the mama cat.”

“Of course,” Malcolm said, nodding like that was the most sensible thing he’d ever heard. He peered around but didn’t see any sign of another cat in the living room.

“She’s a little more shy,” Bull said. “I’m sure she’ll get used to you before too long though.”

Malcolm liked how that sounded, the idea that he would be around enough that she would eventually grow comfortable in his presence. It was a casual thing to say, yet the implicationswere enormous, at least to Malcolm. Bull was acting like him coming around for the foreseeable future was just a given. Inevitable.

I am consumed by you.

Bull set his two kittens on the floor in front of the couch, where a half-dozen toys littered the rug. Malcolm gave Rose one more snuggle, then released her to go and play with her siblings.

“I have an appointment with a vet Saturday morning to make sure everyone’s healthy and get them started on their vaccines,” Bull told him as he dug around in his couch until he found the remote to the TV. He turned to Malcolm with a soft smile curling the corners of his lips. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

Malcolm moved toward him, shaking his head. He plucked the remote from Bull’s fingers and tossed it back onto the couch. “No, I don’t want to watch a movie.”

Bull swallowed, his eyes sliding down Malcolm’s body before returning to his face. “Did I mention how sexy you look in my T-shirt?”

“I’d wondered if you’d even noticed.” Malcolm stepped in front of him, laying his hands gently on Bull’s abdomen.

Wrapping his arms around him, Bull leaned down. “There’s nothing about you I don’t notice.”

Malcolm couldn’t hold in his soft, broken sound. Throwing his arms around Bull’s neck, he stretched up on his toes to close the distance between their mouths. Like a match to a gasoline-soaked rag, passion flared back up between them. It was as if the hours since the last time he had been in Bull’s arms hadn’t happened. They were picking up exactly where they’d left off.

Bull devoured him, lips moving greedily over Malcolm’s, his tongue pressing inside insistently, and it was all Malcolm could do to keep up, to open for him.

To allow him to consume Malcolm right back.

He grunted in surprise, tearing his mouth away, when Bull picked him up by his ass and started moving. He glanced at where the kittens were chasing metallic crinkle balls. “Are they okay to be left out?”

“They’ll be fine,” Bull said, finding the sensitive, bruised spot on Malcolm’s neck and sucking the skin into his mouth harshly.

Malcolm’s dick went rock hard so fast he got lightheaded. He tipped his head back, eyes closing, offering Bull all the access he could want. He didn’t care that Dahlia had already snickered at the hickey Bull had left earlier. He loved the idea of being marked by Bull with something a little more permanent than the come he’d left on his face Saturday night.

Bull kicked his bedroom door shut behind them.

“Don’t want to scar the kittens?” Malcolm teased.

Bull grunted and licked his way up Malcolm’s neck, bit at the hinge of his jaw, and then murmured against the edge of his mouth, “No, I definitely don’t.”

His snicker turned to a moan when Bull sucked his lower lip into his mouth, teasing at the sensitive skin with his teeth. He rocked gently against Bull’s stomach, unable to hold still, needing some sort of friction on his cock.

Bull’s hands tightened on his ass, stealing his breath and holding him still. He lifted his head and met Malcolm’s eyes, his face serious. “If I do anything you don’t like?—”

“You won’t,” he said with confidence. After their conversation yesterday, he knew Bull took his limits very seriously and wouldn’t push them.

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