Page 58 of Bull's Boy

Bull’s stomach churned. He leaned forward, grabbed the remote from the table, and muted the TV, then resettled on the couch, pulling his leg up so he was fully facing Malcolm. “Stuff about us? About… me?”

He matched Bull’s position, their knees knocking together. “Sort of, but not in a bad way,” he quickly added, grabbing Bull’s closest hand and slotting their fingers together.

Malcolm stared down at where they were touching, but Bull just watched his face, still not completely sure he wasn’t about to get dumped.

“Sometimes… it feels like we’re moving really fast,” Malcolm said slowly. “Maybe too fast.”

Bull swallowed, pushing down his reflexive urge to deny it. He covered Malcolm’s hand with his other one, so it was sandwiched between both of his. “Then we’ll slow down. We’ll take a few steps back and figure out where?—”

“No, wait,” Malcolm interrupted, shaking his head and scooting closer on the couch. “That’s not what I want. Sorry, this is coming out wrong.”

Bull frowned, trying to figure out what Malcolmdidmean if not for them to slow down. “I’m… not sure what you want, then.”

“I just mean that… Well, this week has been amazing and perfect, right?” Malcolm asked, his face earnest.

Bull nodded slowly, more confused than ever.

“But it scared me a little how much I missed you while I was at work. And when I thought I wouldn’t see you at all today…”

Bull felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “It scared you?”

“Fuck, I’m really messing this up.” Malcolm tugged his hand free and sat up on his knees, gently cupping both sides of Bull’s face. “Youdon’t scare me. What’s happening between us doesn’t scare me.” He swallowed thickly, fingers tensing against Bull’s skin. “How fast I’m falling for you terrifies me,” he whispered. “But I don’t want to slow down, and I don’t want to spend less time together. Ollie and his friends helped me realize there is no right or wrong way to do this.”

“Do what exactly, baby?” Bull asked, still feeling like he was missing part of the conversation.

Malcolm ran his teeth over his bottom lip, then licked them, his eyes a little wide. He tightened his jaw and said clearly, “I want to try calling you Daddy sometimes. But, you know, only if you’re okay with it.”

Bull’s blood began to heat as he blinked a few times, having not expected thatat all.

But fuck yeah, he was okay with it. He was more than okay with it. It wasn’t something he’d ever done before and had never thought about until some of the guys in the MC began hooking up with their boys. He’d never considered it for himself, though, until the words passed Malcolm’s lips, but as soon as they were hanging in the air between them, the idea settled over him like a suit jacket perfectly tailored to his frame.

Hell yeah, he could be his daddy.

“I’m definitely okay with that,” Bull said, smiling and turning to press a kiss against each of Malcolm’s palms. Maybe they could try?—

“But I don’t want a cock cage,” Malcolm blurted out, his face bright red.

Bull jerked back in surprise. “What?”

“You know what, never mind,” Malcolm muttered, shaking his head. “Fucking Ollie.”

He leaned in to kiss Bull, then balanced on his leg to reach over and snag the bag from the coffee table.Monique’swas unfamiliar to Bull, and he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of expensive boutique place Ollie and his friends had taken Malcolm to that he’d actually bought something.

Or why he was pulling it out now when Bull would much rather go back to talking about being his daddy.

“When I told them I was, um, a little nervous about, you know, taking all of you,” Malcolm said, fiddling with the top of the bag and not meeting Bull’s eyes, “they suggested we start with one of these.”

Suddenly, Bull knew exactly what was inside. He swallowed as Malcolm placed it in his lap, then clasped his hands together tightly, waiting for Bull to pull out what he’d bought for himself.

So he could work up to taking Bull’s cock.

He didn’t draw it out, and not just because his dick was already getting hard. His boy looked like he’d baked in the sun all day his face was so red.

Sticking his hand inside, Bull pulled out the hard plastic packaging containing a set of three clear silicone butt plugs. His breaths grew unsteady as he studied them. The smallest wasn’t quite as wide as two of Bull’s fingers, but the biggest was almost as thick around as his dick.

Bull tried to settle his racing heart and keep his dick from punching out of his shorts with some careful breathing. WhenMalcolm nervously cleared his throat, he glanced up at him and smiled. “You want Daddy to get you ready to take his cock, baby boy?”

Malcolm sucked in a shaky breath, his pupils dilating. “Y-yes, that’s what I want.”

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