Page 51 of Bull's Boy

Tank waved a hand in the air. “He always is when he’s at home.”

Bull’s eyes flared open before he could stop himself from reacting, and he could feel his cheeks heating. He wasn’t a prude by any measure, but he hadn’t been expecting to hear that answer.

Fuck, what if Malcolm did that?

The idea of his boy walking around his house naked and available to him whenever he wanted a taste excited him more than was appropriate in front of his own fucking brother.

But knowing that Tank’s husband hung out at their house naked? That flustered him a little.

Tank smirked but didn’t tease him about his reaction. “And apparently, Ollie had gotten into some trouble before coming over. CJ told me later that Ollie had been extra dramatic about how much his ass was burning, so he’d offered the aloe.”

Everyone turned to look at Six, waiting to see if he’d share what his boy had done to warrant such a hard punishment.

Six shrugged. “He tried to leave while I was in the shower.”

That was all he said, like that was an acceptable reason to spank your partner’s ass until it was bright red and burning. Bull supposed it was for them. He wouldn’t mind getting his handson Malcolm’s ass for fun, but not to that extreme or to punish him.

“Oh shit, I remember that day,” Houston said, sitting upright and slapping his knee. “You guys should have seen it. I’m sitting at a table talking to a prospective new Prospect, and I see Ollie on his way out, so I wave, but that boy didn’t even make it to the door before a dripping wet Six came thundering down the steps and through the clubhouse. I thought for sure his towel was going to hit the floor he was moving so fast.”

“And Tomas wonders why we can’t hang on to Prospects,” Marv said quietly.

“He hollered goodbye through the door,” Six said as they all chuckled at the visual of the stoic Enforcer running down his errant sub. “He knows that’s not acceptable.”

“Aw, because he didn’t kiss you goodbye?” Tank asked, and Rooster made kissy faces at Six.

Bull almost choked on his drink, beer burning his nose. He wiped at his face as Marv laughed at him.

“That and he didn’t make sure I heard him,” Six said calmly, unbothered by the teasing.

“I’m kind of surprised you went after him,” Marv said, peeling the wrapper off his bottle. When the mood shifted immediately, everyone quieting and looking at Six to see how he’d react, Marv glanced up and made a face. “I just mean because you let that boy get away with murder. You all do. Those subs run the clubhouse.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Houston said, still side-eyeing Six.

“CJ and I don’t even live there anymore,” Tank argued.

“Emmett is too sweet to get into any real trouble,” Rooster claimed.

Six’s jaw tightened as he stared Marv down for a long, tense moment. Bull shifted in his seat, wondering if he was going to get his ass beat trying to defend his big brother. He might be bigger than Six, but that man had experience and a streak of violence in him Bull didn’t want to fuck with if he could help it.

Sighing, Marv held his hands up, palms facing Six. His tattoo sleeves were on full display in his black tank top. “Jesus, man, don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

“Remember when you told me I let CJ get away with too much?” Tank said to Six, obviously trying to diffuse the situation.

Six ignored him, keeping his mismatched eyes on Marv. “I thought I knew what I wanted before I met Ollie. Now, I’d cut off my own hands before doing anything to dull his light.”

“Shit,” Houston said, relaxing back in his chair and tipping his face up to the sun once more. “That was fucking beautiful, man.”

Clearing his throat, Bull turned to his brother. “So are you going to be super strict with the camp counselor?”

Marv whipped his head around to glare at him. “He’s the activities director, and I told you, nothing’s going on.”

“Wait,” Rooster said, face scrunching in confusion. “Are you talking aboutFoster?”

Sighing, Marv rubbed a hand down his face, then up through his messy curls. “Yes, that is his name. Yes, that’s who he’s talking about. No, there’s nothing going on between us. That would be wildly inappropriate.”

“Wildly inappropriate,” Tank mocked him, snorting. “More inappropriate than me stalking my prison pen pal or Six hooking up with a guy he met on a DV call?”

“Or me hooking up with the kid brother of my best friend from high school?” Rooster added.

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