Page 65 of Bull's Boy

Malcolm was shaking his head before she finished. “No, nothing like that. I doubt they’d care enough about me to get upset over me being bi.”

“They don’t know?” Marv asked, glancing at Bull. “I thought you said you were going with him to his brother’s engagement party?”

“He offered, but?—”

“I am,” Bull said firmly, then turned to give Malcolm a look he usually only got right before Bull took his pants off. “Or we both stay home, baby.”

God, he really didn’t want his dick getting hard over Bull’s bossy, possessive behavior while his moms were sittingright there.

Clearing his throat, Malcolm turned to the others and pasted on a bright smile. “I’ll tell them before we go, but like I said, I doubt they’ll care enough to have a reaction.”

Bo shook her head and started cutting the lemon meringue pie. “Foolish people. I was going to say we should invite them to dinner next time, but I’ve changed my mind.”

Malcolm chuckled, some of the tension easing out of him as the conversation turned away from him and his family. Bull’s thumb brushed against the back of his hand soothingly as they accepted their pie and started eating it, everyone making noises of appreciation over the sweet and tangy goodness.

“So, Marv,” Sally said after finishing her piece and complimenting her wife several times. “What’s this I hear about you stalking a kids’ camp director?”

Marv’s head whipped around, his scowl fierce. “You dick.”

Malcolm’s giant of a boyfriend covered his mouth andsnickered. “Whoops?”

Shaking his head, Marv turned to his grinning moms. “I’m not stalking anyone. I’m doing my job and checking in on the camp.”

“Does ‘checking in’ usually involve lurking in bushes?” Bull asked, barely able to keep a straight face.

“I wasn’t lurking in— You know what? I’m not going to entertain this anymore,” Marv said indignantly and started clearing the table.

Bo looked to her wife. “Should we be concerned? What are the chances we’re going to be getting a phone call from the police someday soon?”

“Maybe we should start a bail fund,” Sally played along, her voice serious.

Eyes twinkling and the corners of her mouth twitching, Bo nodded. “We always knew this day would come after he insisted on joining the motorcycle club.”

Marv stormed back into the room. “You mean the one your father helped start?”

“I didn’t know that,” Malcolm said, glancing between Bo and Marv.

Bo grinned. “Yeah, he always loved motorcycles and spent a lot of Saturdays working on his old Harley in the garage. When he met Tomas, the club’s president, the two of them just hit it off. It didn’t matter that he was old enough to be Tomas’s dad.”

The mood shifted as Marv sat back down, brows furrowed. “He taught me everything I know about motorcycles. It still doesn’t feel the same, riding without him.”

Malcolm ached for their loss. He knew from Bull that Bo’s father had passed five years ago from a sudden heart attack none of them had seen coming. His loss was obviously still potent for each member of his family, Bo surreptitiously wiping under her eyes.

“Do you think you’ll ever join the MC?” Malcolm asked Bull softly, a question he’d wondered about for a while but hadn’t thought to bring up.

The rest of the Eatons erupted with laughter.

“Yeah, Bull, why haven’t you gotten around to joining? You’re a legacy,” Marv said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Malcolm realized he’d inadvertently stepped into a potential sore subject for his boyfriend. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.”

Bull shook his head, squeezing his hand three times. “Ignore them. No, I don’t plan on ever joining the MC. Motorcycles aren’t for me.”

“That’s partially my fault,” Bo said with a sigh. “I let him go for a ride with my dad when he was too young. Poor thing came back with wet jeans from being so scar?—”

“Ma!”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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