Maddox moved his hand from the couch to wrap both around the backs of Molly’s knees and he drove deep up D’s ass as D pounded Molly through her orgasm, his face now buried in her neck.
“Fuck him, fuck me,” Molly whimpered through her orgasm.
Too much, her slick cunt, that monster driving hard, her lyrical voice rough in heat.
Fuck.
“Gotta blow,” D groaned into her neck.
“Go,” Maddox ordered.
D arched into their girl, back into his man, exploding, shooting deep inside, jerking with it, his ass clamping down on the huge cock moving inside, making him buck through a mind-scrambling orgasm and do it for a long time. Until he collapsed on Molly for a beat before he pulled his weight into a forearm and found her eyes.
Her arms around his shoulders, she lifted her head and kept her eyes open even as she touched her open mouth to his.
He held her gaze and grunted into her mouth as he kept taking Maddox’s fucking, doing it almost the best way there was. Buried in their baby.
“I love how you fuck our D,” Molly said to Mad still looking at D. “Love feeling you moving inside.”
That did it for Maddox, he drove in, forcing a grunt straight from D’s ass through his gut up his chest and out his mouth right into Molly’s, her hands darting up to grip his hair tight and hold him to her as he arched again into Maddox’s climax, panting while he took his man’s load, feeling Molly pant against his lips just because she liked knowing he was getting it.
Maddox thrust his cock deeper, shuddering against D as he shot his cum, pounding into him in jerks until he settled, buried, D’s ass full of his monster, Molly’s cunt full of D, and Maddox rested his forehead on Diesel’s shoulder.
D pressed a kiss to Molly’s mouth and she let his hair go and rested her head back as D asked quietly, “You good, man?”
Mad pulsed up his ass and D hissed.
“Do I feel good?”
D grinned at Molly. “Uh . . . yeah.”
“You good, baby?” Maddox asked and his tone said that was directed at Molly.
“Yeah, honey,” she answered.
“I get that pussy next,” Maddox told her and the bright in her face, the heat in her eyes, said she was all for that. “My man,” he called.
D turned his head and saw Maddox’s cruel beauty inches from his.
His gut dropped, his chest went funny and his throat got dry.
“I’m at her pussy, you’re at her mouth,” Maddox laid it out.
The feeling vanished and Diesel grinned at him. “Works for me.”
“First,” Mad’s gaze moved back to Molly, “gonna feed my babies.”
“Yay,” Molly whispered.
Slowly, Maddox pulled out the back and got off the couch. He leaned in, laid a long one on Molly while Diesel watched up close. Then he straightened away, grabbed a handful of D’s ass, two fingers finding their way inside through the slick of Mad’s own cum and the lube he’d left behind, making D clench his teeth at that goodness, and Mad gave him a squeeze.
With that, Mad slid his fingers out, let him go, hitched up his jeans and walked away.
Diesel turned to Molly and laid his own wet one on her before he disconnected their mouths and their bodies. But he made his way down hers, kissing her throat, the indent at the middle of her collarbone, her chest before he covered her tits with her bra. He then kept going down, dropping a kiss on the strip of hair between her legs then he touched his tongue lightly to her clit.
She shivered and slid her fingers back into his hair.
He looked up her body at her pretty face.
“You want me to clean you up?” he offered.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“You touch that weekender, Maddox’ll be fucking you with your ass red,” he warned.
She grinned at him, slid off the couch and he got up to his knees on it, pulling up his jeans as she bent in and kissed his mouth.
“How long is it going to take before you realize that threat is not a deterrent?” she asked softly before she moved away, bending to grab her panties from the floor before she went.
He did up his jeans, got off the couch and growled when he saw her heading to her bag where Mad had left it.
Her gaze came to him and her hands went up. “Okay, okay, jeez.”
With that, she left the bag alone and bounced away, her little skirt swaying side to side, and he watched it as she went.
When she disappeared, his eyes moved to the kitchen and he saw Maddox had been engaged in the same pleasant pastime.
Probably feeling his gaze, Maddox looked to him with a wicked gorgeous smile on his lips.
“You want me to clean you up?” he offered.
“Fuck off,” Diesel returned, moving toward Molly’s bag.
Maddox chuckled.
D bent and nabbed her bag.
He was on his way to follow Molly to their room, drop her bag and clean Mad’s cum from his ass when he stopped because Maddox called his name.
“That dress,” Mad said low when he got Diesel’s attention.
He got him.
If Molly looked that good in a bridesmaid dress, what would they get when she walked to them to commit officially?
They’d get it damned good.
Like always.
“Tomorrow, phone your folks,” D ordered quietly. “And she can have sunflowers if she wants, but if that’s all she wants, she’s gonna have twenty K worth of them and still get a honeymoon that’s gonna rock her world.”
“Agreed,” Maddox muttered.
D nodded even though he had no idea how they’d pull that off along with a ring, started to move again but stopped when Mad again called his name.
And that shit happened to his gut when he saw the look on Maddox’s face.
“Your ass, her pussy, my world,” Maddox whispered.
He’d heard that before, or versions of it, but it was all the same. And he’d heard it more than once.
The latest, before that time right there?
That night at the Bolt when Sixx was observing.
Diesel stared into his man’s eyes.
It took him a while and it took him a lot, too much, more than it should.
It should come easy.
But he forced it out on a grunt.
“Same.”
Then he got his ass out of there, to their Molly so order could be restored, just them, dinner, TV, more fucking, togetherness, nothing deep.
Just everything.
Everything that meant anything.
Without Him
Diesel
DIESEL MOVED IN the back door and tossed his keys in the pottery bowl on the table.
He went right, through the workout room to the small room attached to it, and dumped his workout bag by the washer.
He didn’t do anything with the sweaty stuff inside. Molly would have a conniption if he did. She had a thing about laundry and part of that thing was that Mad nor D were allowed to touch it, or according to her, they’d fuck it up, though he couldn’t imagine how. You tossed the shit in with some soap, turned the machine on, when that was finished you shoved the wet clothes in the dryer, took it out, put it away . . . done.
Not according to Molly.
D felt no driving need to do laundry so he didn’t argue.
He also didn’t do dick with his sweaty gym clothes.
Instead, he moved out of the room, back through the workout room, down the back hall into the great room and was about to call out, seeing as both Molly’s Escape and Mad’s truck were there and D had hit the gym after work so he knew they were home but they were nowhere to be seen.