Page 62 of Bull's Boy

“Ouch, shit, um, I don’t know,” he admitted. “Is that something they do? Sleep with women together?”

Bull shrugged one huge shoulder, and Malcolm’s gaze drifted, distracted by his giant boyfriend’s half-naked body. After work, they’d showered together, and Bull had only pulled on shorts before dragging Malcolm to the bedroom, working him open with his fingers, and pressing the new vibrating plug inside him. It was controlled by an app Bull had downloaded before they’d even leftMonique’sparking lot. He kept expecting him to turn it on, but so far, he’d seemed happy to let Malcolm simmer in anticipation.

Being stuffed full kept Malcolm aroused, sure, but staring at Bull’s wide shoulders, thick chest, and long legs had his dick filling in his sweats.

“I think so,” Bull said, drawing him back to the conversation. About how their coworkers sometimes fucked the same person at the same time. Who’d have guessed? “Raul has never said anything, but Butch has let a few things slip over the years.”

“Huh,” Malcolm said, scratching Blanche’s chin until the tiny furball started purring. “Well, maybe something happened while they were both fucking someone. Or maybe they have rules about only sleeping with the same persontogether, and one of them broke it, and now they’re in a love triangle as they both try to win her over.”

Bull raised an eyebrow, shaking his head in exasperation. “This isn’t one of those TV shows you and Dahlia watch.”

He sighed in disappointment, arms flopping to the sides, and hissed when Rose pounced and bit his finger. “You’re right. Bo’s could never be that interesting.”

Bull wandered back to the kitchen. “Well, I hope your source is wrong because the last thing we need while Janet is out on maternity is a disruption in the kitchen.”

Janet was one of the cooks who’d worked there almost as long as Raul and the only one he would usually allow to fill in on the rare occasion he took a day off. The kitchen was a delicate ecosystem, and he felt guilty for getting so excited at the prospect of Raul and Butch fighting it out over true love. Bull and Sally would be the ones dealing with the fallout if things didn’t resolve quickly.

“My source was your mother,” Malcolm said regretfully.

Bull was back, towering over him, a fierce scowl on his face. “My mom wasgossipingwith you about them?”

Malcolm nodded, thrilled at the sight of Bull’s barely contained aggression. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip and stared at his pierced nipples for a few seconds, already tasting the metal on his tongue.

“Malcolm?”

“Hm?” He glanced up and found Bull smirking.

“My mom?”

“Right, yeah. Um. So she said when she got there this morning, Raul and Butch were the only ones in the kitchen, and she went in to get a cup of coffee and overheard them, but she couldn’t make out much of what they were saying. Raul kept switching to Spanish, and then Butch would yell at him that he didn’t understand, so she only caught bits and pieces.”

Bull rolled his eyes, stalking to the couch and picking up Sophia to cuddle her. “I can’t believe my mom is gossiping with you at work.”

“At least she stopped trying to corner me to tell me how amazing you are.”

Bull’s face softened, likely because Sophia was headbutting his chin. “Well, it did help when I officially told them we were seeing each other.”

Malcolm chuckled. “Honestly, I thought that would make it worse.”

“It definitely had the potential to,” Bull muttered, pressing three kisses to Sophia’s head before setting her back on the couch.“Do you want to go out for dinner or order in because the fridge is fucking empty.”

Malcolm ran his gaze over Bull’s body. “I think I’d like to order in.”

Bull’s eyes heated as he licked over his bottom lip and pulled his phone from his pocket. He frowned at it, though, instead of placing their order.

“What’s wrong?” Malcolm asked, carefully lifting Blanche off before sitting up.

“My brother texted me a few minutes ago,” Bull said slowly. “It’s weird. He just said, ‘I’m really sorry about this.’”

Malcolm jerked his head toward the door as someone knocked.

They looked at each other, confused, as Bull went to answer. Malcolm climbed to his feet, sucking in a breath as the plug shifted, pressing deliciously against his prostate. Whoever it was, they better not plan on staying because if Bull didn’t use that app soon, Malcolm was going to steal his phone and play with himself.

Sophia darted over the back of the couch and down the hallway, Blanche scurrying after her. He was starting to show a lot of her more timid tendencies as he got bigger. Rose and Dorothy, on the other hand, scampered to the door as Bull opened it. Malcolm hurried after them, gritting his teeth as he bent to scoop them up. He froze when he heard Sally’s voice.

“I hope you boys didn’t have plans for dinner,” she said, pushing past Bull with a Crock-Pot in her hands.

Behind her was Bo, a reusable grocery bag dangling from one wrist. She pulled Bull down to press a kiss to his cheek. Malcolmhad only met Bo a few times, but her beauty always dazzled him. She had dark chestnut skin and high cheekbones. Her tight curls were styled in box braids, and her full figure was wrapped in a white and peach dress.

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