Page 56 of Bull's Boy

“I don’t just call him that. That’s who he is,” Ollie said carefully.

Malcolm had a hundred more questions, but he knew it wouldn’t be fair to expect these guys to answer everything he wanted to know and not share anything about himself.

He took a drink of water and then blurted out, “I really like it when Bull calls me baby boy, and sometimes I want to call him Daddy, but I don’t really know what that means, or what it can mean for us, or if it would just make everything weird when everything has been really, really good so far.”

His vision was a little blurry, and his heart was racing, but he’d said it. He’d said the thing that had been weighing on the back of his mind all week.

“It can mean anything you want it to mean,” CJ said. He surprised Malcolm when he added, “I only call Tank Daddy in the bedroom.” He glanced at Emmett, eyebrows raised. When he nodded, CJ said, “Emmett’s boyfriend is his Daddy all the time. And then Ollie is somewhere in the middle. It really just depends on what the two of you want and what you’re both comfortable with.”

That totally made sense.

Except…

“How do I…” Malcolm said, chewing on the inside of his lip. “How do I bring up that I might want to try?”

He glanced around the table, and they were all smiling at him. Not in a mocking or mean way, but like they were proud of himfor having the courage to talk to them about this. For some reason, that made his eyes start to burn, and he had to blink a few times to clear it away.

“You just say it,” Emmett said, his soft, sweet voice clear. “If you know in your heart that you can trust him, then that means you can share all the parts of yourself, even this one.”

“Come with me,” Ollie said abruptly, jumping up from the booth.

Malcolm watched him walk away, his strides purposeful, and then glanced at CJ and Emmett.

CJ just chuckled and waved a hand. “You better follow, or he’ll just come back and drag you after him.”

Right. Of course he would.

Malcolm hurried to catch up just as Ollie reached the restrooms. “What are we doing?”

“I want to show you something.”

“I’m not really interested in seeing anyone’s dick but Bull’s,” Malcolm said, unsure where else this could be leading.

Ollie snorted and led the way into the handicapped stall and started undoing his pants.

Malcolm began to back out, hands up. “Seriously, man?—”

“Quit being a baby,” Ollie said, laughing. “Get in here.”

Filled with trepidation, Malcolm stepped back into the stall and pulled the door shut behind him, sliding the lock home. Ollie’s shorts rustled as they fell down his legs, but he didn’t see it, hiseyes glued to a weird stain high up on the wall. Did Sally or Bull know about it? What if it was mold or something?

“You have to actually look,” Ollie said, laughter clear in his voice.

Sighing, Malcolm dragged his eyes down the wall and then Ollie’s slender frame. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the metallic contraption around Ollie’s dick was nowhere near the list of things he could even come up with. Like… it was in another zip code from the things Malcolm had been imagining.

“What is that?”

“A cock cage,” Ollie said, glancing down at himself with a soft smile. “Six asked me to wear it when we first got together. Before he asked, it wasn’t something I’d ever considered, but now I love it. I wear it whenever I can as a physical reminder that I’m his.”

Malcolm’s eyes were drawn down to a tattoo on the inside of his thigh. In black, stylized script, the wordsProperty ofarched above a pair of beautifully rendered black and gray wings. Underneath in bold letters, it simply saidDaddy.

Licking his lips, he said softly, “You’re saying I should just talk to Bull.”

Ollie grabbed his shorts and pulled them up. Once he was zipped and buttoned, he snagged Malcolm’s hands and squeezed his fingers. Holding his eyes, he said, “I’m saying that you should not only talk to him but listen to him too. Find your way forward together, and I bet he’ll make you happier than you could even imagine.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Exhausted and more than ready for a hot shower and another beer, Bull was surprised to see Malcolm’s car parked in front of his house as he pulled into his driveway. He hadn’t texted him to let him know he was on his way home since it was after eleven, and he’d figured Malcolm would already be in bed.

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