Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
M alcolm ran his fingers through Blanche’s soft fur, the kitten curled on his chest as he lay on the living room floor.
Dorothy and Rose scampered about, but their sweet little boy preferred cuddling over chasing toys or wrestling with his sisters.
Sophia lounged on the couch, like the queen she was, finally tolerating Malcolm’s presence enough to be in the same room as him after three weeks of being at Bull’s every day.
She still didn’t let him pet her though.
Jerk.
“Hey, did you hear about Raul and Butch?” Malcolm called to the kitchen, where Bull was rummaging for dinner.
“What about them?”
He wondered how long it would take Bull to realize the fridge was empty and the cupboards had dwindled to not much more than cat treats and crackers. They would have to finally go grocery shopping or order in.
“Apparently, they’re in some sort of fight,” he said, snickering when he could feel Bull’s heavy footsteps moving toward him through the floor. He claimed not to like to gossip about their coworkers, but he never stopped Malcolm from sharing things he’d learned.
“Did you say they’re in a fight?” Bull asked at his feet, a frown marring his stupidly handsome face.
“That’s what I heard. Apparently, they both slept with the same woman, and now they’re not speaking to each other.”
The furrow between Bull’s brows deepened, his arms crossing over his chest. “Together or separately?”
It was Malcolm’s turn to frown. “What do you mean?”
“Did they sleep with her together or separately?”
Surprise shot through him, and he started to sit up, but Blanche blinked his eyes open and sank his tiny claws into his chest, reminding him of his place as cat pillow.
“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 left Monique’s parking 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 person together , 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 was gossiping with 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.
Malcolm had 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.
“Hi, sweetie,” she said, wiping the lipstick smudge off Bull’s cheek. She looked around him, smiling when she saw Malcolm where he was still frozen, a kitten under each arm. “Have you two eaten dinner yet? We brought pulled pork.”
Malcolm’s stomach growled, and she laughed, light and carefree.
“Excellent. Bull, sweetie, set the table,” she said, disappearing into the kitchen after her wife.
“I didn’t know this was going to happen until they were walking out the door with the food,” Marv said, stepping in and nudging the door shut, hands full with a six-pack of beer and what looked to be homemade rolls.
He nodded at Malcolm. “Hey, man.” He turned to Bull.
“I didn’t realize when they invited me over for dinner that they didn’t mean at their house. ”
“I should have seen this coming.” Bull sighed, rubbing his face. “They could have at least called first.”
He didn’t actually sound very annoyed, just exasperated.
“And give you the opportunity to say no?” Marv gave him a look, then strolled into the kitchen.
Bull turned to Malcolm, running a hand down his bare chest. “I should probably put some more clothes on.”
Carefully, he bent over, biting back a moan, and released the kittens. Their paws barely even touched the floor before they were bounding after the newcomers. When Bull tried to walk past him, Malcolm grabbed his arm, hissing, “I’m coming with you.”
He looked genuinely confused for a second, and then understanding dawned, and he chuckled. Stepping closer, Bull wrapped an arm around him and settled a hand on his ass, squeezing.
Malcolm gasped, rocking onto his toes as lightning shot through him.
“You don’t want to eat dinner with my moms and brother while you’ve got this plug inside you, baby boy?” Bull whispered.
“N-no,” Malcolm stuttered. “Especially not when you could turn on the vibration at any moment.”
Bull pressed his lips to Malcolm’s ear. “The second they leave, I’m shoving that plug back inside your needy little hole and playing with you for the rest of the night. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Malcolm said breathlessly, gripping Bull’s shoulders as his knees went weak.
“Good answer.”
“He was only five years old, but he was as big as the eight-year-olds,” Sally said with relish, waving her fork in the air.
She was at one end of the table with Bo to her right, and Bull was at the other end, being a great sport about mostly getting roasted by his moms. “He walked right up to them and said, ‘Don’t hurt my brother.’”
“That’s so sweet,” Malcolm said, turning and smiling at Bull. His cheeks were flushed above his thick stubble, and he kept his eyes on his plate.
God, he was so fucking adorable.