Translation, D thought, Holly wanted the presents.
Molly kept talking.
“So I don’t know where it’s gonna go from here. But yeah,” she smiled again at Maddox, “we made a dent in it.”
“How much money did your folks give her?” Diesel asked curiously.
Mol looked back to him. “Twenty K.”
Diesel blinked.
Maddox spoke D’s thoughts.
“Holy fuck.”
“I know,” Molly agreed, cuddling herself and her beer into D’s chest. “We’re so totally doing something in the backyard. An arch with sunflowers on it. A vat a chili, bowls of Fritos and grated cheese. Tin tubs of beer. Done. We’ll use the rest for our honeymoon.”
Diesel looked toward Maddox.
Maddox shook his head once, agreeing with D’s unspoken statement.
D turned his eyes back to Molly.
“You’re gonna have better than that, baby.”
She maneuvered her beer to her lips still snuggled into him, sucked back a bolt, dropped the beer to his chest and tipped her head back to look up at him.
“Why?” she asked.
“Why?” he asked back, feeling his brows draw together.
“Yeah, why?” she replied. “I love sunflowers, chili and beer. They’ve got red and orange ones that are stunning. Sunflowers, I mean. It’ll be amazing.”
“Only one you’re gonna get, sweetheart, you need to do it up big,” he told her.
She snuggled deeper, her feet moving on Maddox, and shot him another grin.
“We’ll do the honeymoon up big,” she declared.
“We’ll do that too,” Maddox announced, on the move and D looked from Molly to Mad, who was running his hand up the back of her thigh.
Apparently it was time to stop talking about Holly’s wedding, and whatever they were going to do for their ceremony, and properly welcome their girl home.
He was surprised Maddox let it go as long as it did.
Fuck, he was surprised he had.
He watched Mad’s hand disappear up her skirt and D’s gaze went right to her face so he could watch it get soft.
She didn’t disappoint.
She then shifted, hitching up her leg to hook her calf around his hip which meant Diesel felt Maddox’s wrist brush his hardening cock as Mad’s fingers probably dipped in the gusset of her panties, and D could guess that because Molly’s pretty face got softer but her gorgeous green eyes got hot.
Time to get down to business.
“Mouth, baby,” D whispered, Molly turned hazing-over eyes to him and offered him her mouth.
He set his beer on the floor, grabbed hers and joined the two, all as he took her mouth.
Maddox shifted further and so did Molly as Maddox moved her from lazing down his side, her back to the couch, to lying down his front, her knees bent deep, thighs straddling his hips.
Diesel sucked her sweet tongue deep into his mouth and gladly took her little moan, biting back his own groan when Maddox’s chin nudged his now rock-hard dick as their man shoved his face between her legs.
On a soft huff, she was forced to break the kiss, her eyes half-mast, cute, hot, sweet, so D nibbled her lower lip and went in with his hands, pulling her skirt up and diving into her panties, palming her round ass.
“You did save some for me,” she whispered.
“Fuck yeah, baby, always,” he whispered back, lifted his head, took her mouth again and slid her panties over her ass.
Maddox moved out, pulled her up to her knees on either side of D’s hips, and took over pulling her panties down her thighs, over one knee and down the calf, then the other and they were gone.
Mad went back in between her legs and D kissed her, swallowing her mews and moans, his hands roaming the soft skin of her ass and the backs of her thighs as Mad ate her out and D’s ass and balls tightened, feeling her excitement build and build, tasting it, loving it.
Eventually, when he heard Maddox growl, “D,” with practice, he knew what that meant.
His hand moved in and he stopped kissing her, started playing with her clit as Maddox moved over her, over them, and she turned her head and took Maddox’s tongue while she ground into D’s fingers.
D dove inside, now thumbing her clit, finger fucking her, and she rode him, Mad breaking their kiss to go in at her neck.
But his eyes lifted to Diesel’s when his teeth were nipping her earlobe, her earring sucked into his mouth, and Diesel raised a brow.
Maddox let her ear go and grunted, “You.”
Brilliant.
To facilitate that happening, Maddox moved back and undid D’s jeans, yanking them down his hips.
D removed his fingers, tangled his other hand in Molly’s hair to turn her mouth back to his and Maddox positioned Diesel’s cock, driving Molly down on it.
Having that slick, tight wet, he groaned down her throat and had to tighten his hold on her hair to keep her mouth to his instead of her head slamming back as he surged up and started fucking their baby.
She took over, riding him, sitting up, bouncing, her dazed eyes barely focusing on his face. Maddox’s hands slid from her waist to her front, undoing the buttons at the top of her dress. He pulled it apart, yanking down her bra, going at her tits, all with his face shoved in her neck, all as she rode D’s cock.
It was a fucking great show.
“God,” she breathed, head falling back, bouncing faster, taking him harder.
D went in down below, under her skirt that was splayed out around his hips, thumb to her clit, thrusting up to meet his baby’s bounds.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, watching and latching on with his other hand to her hip, using it to pound her down on his cock.
Maddox’s head came out of Molly’s neck.
“Roll,” he ordered and disappeared.
Diesel pulled her down to him, chest to chest, and flipped their girl. Having her softness under him, her beautiful hair spread all over the couch, her face looking like that, her eyes misty and lost in what her men were giving her, her lips swollen and parted, he took it up about seven notches and pounded in.
Her fingers went into his hair and latched on.
“Baby,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back.
“Harder,” she begged.
He gave it to her, anything she wanted, always.
Fuck, God, the feel of her, her smell, looking at her how she looked when she took him, he could fuck her for years, decades, centuries.
“Hold,” Maddox ordered.
Gone for her, trembling with the effort, D buried himself inside Molly, held his body still, held her eyes and watched them get hotter as he felt Maddox moving in from behind.
“Go,” Maddox grunted.
D pulled out and took cock up his ass.
His entire frame spasmed, Molly’s did the same under him, and he fucked as he got fucked, Maddox leveraging his body in one hand in the couch, pummeling D’s ass with his monster.
“Fuck yeah,” Diesel groaned.
“Love you, love you, love my boys,” Molly chanted breathlessly, lifting her knees, rounding them both with her legs, and D knew she was digging her heels in Maddox’s hips, using that hold to lift herself up and take Diesel deeper.
Christ.
So.
Much.
Better.
“I-I can’t hold,” she pushed out.
“Don’t,” D and Maddox said together.
She let go, arching back, crying out, her pussy clamping on to D’s driving dick, Jesus, even more gorgeous. Impossible. Amazing.
Molly.