So he watched as D turned from a drawer, his sweats now tucked under his balls, his hand greasing his dick with lube, his other hand carrying a condom.
D caught his eyes and came back to Maddox. He whipped him around, bent him over the table and Maddox felt that slick cock bump his ass as D reached around and rolled a magnum condom up his dick.
D just got it to the stem when he positioned and drove in.
Chest pressed to the table, head back, Maddox took the so-serious-in-their-fucking-beauty-they-were-almost-spiritual thrusts of D’s cock.
But he felt his legs shake when D’s chest came down to his back while his hips bucked against his ass.
“Remember?” he asked.
The pajama bottoms.
The dry fuck.
Cum all over the floor.
The morning after their second date.
When it began.
“I remember. No lube that time, though, and no condom,” Maddox grunted.
“Yeah, we’re gentlemen now, though, bro.”
Maddox torqued his neck to look over his shoulder at D’s face and grinned a grin that looked cruel on the harsh face God gave him but D understood was actually hungry as D pounded in.
“We’re good,” Diesel whispered.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He hoped to fuck that could be believed.
“Yeah,” Maddox growled.
“Gonna make you come now, my man,” Diesel warned.
“Go for it.”
Maddox thought he’d then do what he did. Pull away, lift up, hold Mad’s hips and watch his cock ram him.
He didn’t.
The table moved and they moved with it but Diesel stayed chest to back as he took Mad’s ass and stroked his cock until Mad jerked back. Pressing his shoulders into D’s pecs, he gritted his teeth and shot into the condom seconds before D grunted in his ear, drove home and came up his ass.
He mentally prepared for D to pull out, go bro, end it, put a line under it, communicate clearly to Maddox what this was and who they were.
He didn’t and Maddox had to prepare more when Diesel ran his hand up his side, in between chest and back, over his shoulder, up his neck and into his hair, cupping his scalp, pressing him forehead down to the table.
Not a domination.
Just post-fuck touch.
Jesus.
D’s lips came to his ear as he flexed up his ass and a low noise sounded in Maddox’s chest.
“Wanna take in a movie today?” he asked.
Maddox closed his eyes and pushed out, “Yeah. Go out to breakfast now, though.”
“Yeah,” Diesel agreed and flexed again.
Fuck.
Shit.
Did what happen last night penetrate?
Was Diesel thinking on things?
Thinking them through?
“Shower first,” Diesel growled.
Maddox opened his eyes, turned his head and caught D’s gaze.
They should slow their roll. There were a lot of reasons Molly was theirs, including her sexual appetite. Two days without her men, she’d come home with needs they’d need to assuage.
He knew that.
D knew that.
Still, what came next out of his mouth came right out of his mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled back.
Diesel smiled.
That smile.
In the very beginning, the body had caught his eye. And that face, a man’s face, all man, lumberjack or linebacker.
Yeah, when Maddox first saw him, he wanted to fuck that body looking at that face then he wanted to dominate that body, and while doing it, if he was looking at that face, that definitely would work.
But when Diesel had smiled, that had been it. Maddox had known it was going to be a fuckuva lot more because he was going to make it that way.
D slid his hand down to the back of Mad’s neck, gave it a firm squeeze, but that was all he got. No kiss. Nothing else.
That said, he slowly lifted away and carefully pulled out.
But he stayed close and it was D that slid the condom off.
Diesel yanked his sweats over his junk as Maddox lifted up and righted his pants, watching Diesel open the cupboard and toss the condom in the kitchen bin.
D then sauntered to the table where Maddox still was, snatched his mug, and from up close said, “More coffee, Mad. Then meet you there.”
D went to the coffeepot.
Maddox watched him go, wondering if he’d fucked some sense into his man last night.
He didn’t ask.
He didn’t push.
For now, he thought his best play was to let what just happened stand.
So he headed to the shower.
Right Here
Diesel
“IF THERE’S A medical condition that’s the opposite of balls dropping, that just happened to me,” Maddox muttered as he and Diesel walked out of the jewelry store.
They’d had breakfast at Snooze. They’d taken in a movie at the Fashion Mall. Then they’d taken this unusual opportunity of both of them being at a mall to hit a jewelry store to look at diamond engagement rings for Molly.
Neither of them had ever bought a significant piece of jewelry for a woman before.
D’d had girlfriends prior to Molly and he couldn’t say he’d gone the chocolates and flowers route often, but he could get his romance on. At a festival once, he’d even bought a long-term girlfriend he’d had in his twenties a silver necklace with a heart pendant that he thought she’d rock, he’d been right and she’d loved it.
Maddox, he knew since they’d talked about it before and after Molly, also had his share of babes. But he was not the romantic type so even Molly got her flowers and little nothings that she acted like they were everything from D on Valentine’s Day and her birthday, though D made Maddox sign the cards.
Maddox had never given a woman flowers or jewelry.
Red asses, spectacular orgasms, foot rubs, but not roses or silver, definitely not gold and diamonds.
Even though D knew a dozen red roses were highway robbery, but worth that dig when Molly caught sight of them, he still had not been prepared for what it would take to put a ring on her finger.
At least not one that made a statement.
And they had to make a statement.
For Molly.
“I hear that,” Diesel muttered back.
And he did.
He heard it, but it was worse for him.
They all made good cake, but D’s salary was the lowest of their three.
He tried not to feel that.
It wasn’t an issue for Mol or Maddox, then again, they made more than him so it wouldn’t be.
And usually, he could ignore it, seeing as Molly took care of their finances and was sure to make it equal across the board. She had online access to all their bank accounts and paid bills based on whatever schedule she had in her head that made it fair for all of them. She budgeted for groceries and other shit they needed and had debit cards from both D and Mad’s accounts she used when it was their turn to take the hit. And she was the one that transferred money into all their savings so they could pay for shit for the house, though now those accounts were just getting bigger with nothing to spend the money on.
Except a kickass commitment ceremony for Molly.
And a ring.
For Molly.
But even if Maddox couldn’t drop that load on his own without feeling the pinch, it was times like these that Diesel knew he’d feel it more and was reminded he was low man on that totem pole of giving them the lives they were living.
Then again he was that in a lot of ways.
He’d spent years burying that fact and working hard to bury it deep.
And it did not feel real great that shit was suddenly surfacing.
“We gotta go bigger than Dylan,” Diesel told him through a throat that seemed to be closing as they moved down the wide hall.