Page 79 of Bull's Boy
“He said he was going to check with CJ to see when he was going to be done at the tattoo shop,” Malcolm said, digging around on one of the shelves. When he popped out and spun around, he bumped into Bull.
“Shit,” Bull said, steadying him and then moving out of his path. “Sorry. I know I’m taking up too much space in here, so I’ll get out of your way.”
Malcolm frowned up at him for a long moment before handing the block of cheese to Ma and saying, “Hold down the fort, please. We’ll be back in just a minute.”
“Yeah, sure you will,” she said, snickering. “‘Oh, I can handle everything, Bo. I don’t need any help.’”
Malcolm stuck his tongue out at her. “Good thing you ignored me.”
Bull shook his head, immeasurably pleased at how easily Malcolm fit in with his crazy family, and followed his boy through the house and up to their bedroom. He couldn’t wait until everyone left and they could spend their first official night together intheirhouse.
He had a list of things he wanted to do to celebrate.
There was a large plastic bag stuffed full with yarn, crochet hooks, and everything else his boy had looked at for more than three seconds at the store still sitting on their bed from when he’d moved it out of the closet earlier. His heart had broken when he’d found out that Malcolm had given up the hobby he’d shared with his gran because of the cost of the supplies and surprised him with a trip to buy whatever he wanted the other day after work.
The thank-you he’d gotten afterward had made him consider buying out the whole store to keep his boy happy… and bouncing on his dick in gratitude.
He watched, unsure what was happening, as Malcolm shoved the bag out of the way and then gestured where it had been, raising his eyebrows. Bull slowly stepped over to the bed and lowered himself onto it. He grinned widely, though, when his boy immediately climbed onto his lap, legs straddling him and arms going around his shoulders.
“Hey,” Bull said softly, closing the distance between them and pressing a soft kiss to that tempting mouth. They hadn’t had a moment alone all day, his moms having arrived about twenty minutes after they’d gotten out of bed.
“Hi,” Malcolm said, almost shy as he laughed lightly. He pressed his forehead against Bull’s. “You know I love how big you are, right?”
The unexpectedness of the words caught Bull off guard, his heart lurching in his chest and fingers twitching on Malcolm’s hips. He wasn’t sure what to say in response. For the first time in weeks, he struggled to express himself to Malcolm.
His boy didn’t seem to mind, sliding over until his face was pressed against the side of Bull’s and saying, “Because I do. I absolutely love how big and strong you are. It makes me feel safe, like you could protect me from… I don’t know, an avalanche.”
Bull snorted out a laugh. “An avalanche?”
Chuckling, Malcolm tightened his arms around him, wiggling closer. “You know what I mean. I don’t wish you took up less space.”
“Okay,” Bull croaked out.
“You take up all the space you need, Daddy.”
His eyes burned, and he wrapped his arms fully around his boy, hugging him close, letting the words and the sentiment behind them seep inside him.
You aren’t too big.
I love you just the way you are.
For the first time in his life, he thought he might actually believe that.
“Thank you, baby,” he said softly.
Malcolm hummed, laying his head on Bull’s shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to his neck. “You give me so much. Making sure you know how amazing you are is the least I can do.”
“I give you exactly as much as you deserve,” Bull corrected.
“I must deserve a whole lot,” Malcolm said, a smile clear in his voice.
“The whole damn world, baby boy.”