Page 48 of Bull's Boy

Bull didn’t move for a long minute, his huge chest heaving, and then he dropped his chin and stared at Malcolm with a look that made him shiver. Hands gentle now, he lowered Malcolm’s hips to the bed, then used one hand to spread him open once more.

He didn’t say or do anything else, just stared at Malcolm’s come-smeared ass before cursing softly. “You look fucking good covered in my seed, baby.”

For some reason, his face heated at the wordseed. It was so… base. Primitive.

Hot.

Malcolm sucked in a breath when Bull dragged a finger down his cleft, pausing to pet against his sensitive hole, but he didn’t push inside. It took him a few seconds to realize Bull was collecting his come and rubbing it against his entrance.

Heat shot through him, and he was tugging one of his legs up to open himself more before he fully understood. “Do it,” he whispered, face half-buried in the rumpled bedding.

“Baby…” Bull groaned, his finger pressing at the opening without breaching him.

An ache began to build inside him, a need he didn’t fully understand. “Please. Push it inside me.”

“Fuck,” Bull snarled.

Malcolm’s mouth dropped open as his body gave way to one of Bull’s thick fingers. There was a hint of pain as he stretched to accommodate him, but it mostly just felt overwhelminglygood.

“Yes,” he hissed, arching his back and pushing his ass out, forcing that finger deeper. God, he was already so full. How could Bull’s cock fit inside him?

Bull bent down and licked up one of his ass cheeks as he curled his finger inside Malcolm, and starbursts exploded behind his eyes. His body tensed as another smaller orgasm ripped through him unexpectedly.

Panting, he slumped back down onto the bed. “Holy shit.”

Bull chuckled lightly and carefully drew his finger out. “You okay?”

“More than okay. That was…” He didn’t have words, again. Finally, he settled on, “Thank you…”

The name he wanted to call Bull was on the tip of his tongue, that title he’d heard some of the guys at the clubhouse use for their partners. It was right there, but he held it back.

Was he really the type of guy to call another manDaddy? A man he’d only been fooling around with for a couple of days?

But as Bull settled down next to him, pulling Malcolm’s body over so he was half on top of him and whispering a quiet “You’re welcome, baby boy,” he couldn’t help but think maybe he was.

At least when it came tothisman.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Well, it turns out that Blanche is a boy,” Bull said as soon as Malcolm picked up.

He snorted. “Sweet little Blanche is a boy? Do we have to change his name now?”

He saidwe. Like the cats belonged to both of them.

And fuck, did Bull like the sound of that.

He smiled as he steered his truck down the back road that led to his brother’s place. He’d bought the old farmhouse a couple of years ago and had been slowly working on fixing it up ever since. Bull was usually out about once a month to help with larger projects, and they spent half the time watching videos on YouTube to figure outhowto accomplish what they were trying to do. Whenever their moms came out, they usually laughed at them before chipping in to help.

“Hell no,” Bull said. “I mean, what are we going to rename him? Stanley, after Dorothy’s ex-husband?”

Malcolm laughed, the sound lighting up the inside of Bull’s truck and giving him the urge to turn around and head back to Knotting Pine. Fuck helping his brother. Malcolm was at Bo’s, working the shift he had picked up when he’d found out Bull wasn’t going to be around all day. He doubted his mom would mind if he turned up to help out, but he could just hear Marv bitching in his head, reminding him of the work he had helped Bull do to his house when he bought it.

Of course, he’d gotten his grandpa’s old place, and it’d only needed updating and one bathroom renovation. They’d had to take Marv’s down to the studs.

“How was breakfast? Was it busy?” Bull asked.

“We were pretty busy but stayed on top of things. I thought Christina was going to have to fight these douchey teens at one point, but Butch came out of the kitchen carrying a butcher knife, and they settled right down.”

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