In order to pull him closer.
She cuddled deeper into him.
“You do know it’s beautiful, yeah?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm,” he mumbled then looked again to her. “You’re callin’ me DD.”
She slid a bit back. “Sorry. I . . .” She shook her head, feeling the impossible. Weirdly awkward. With Diesel. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Why?” he asked.
“Why am I calling you that?”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I don’t know . . . you don’t like it. But sometimes it just slips—”
“I like it,” he told her, suddenly looking confused. “Why do you think I don’t like it?”
“I thought . . . you’re . . .” Molly felt her brows draw together before she felt her lips lift up. “I don’t know why I thought you didn’t like it.”
He wrapped his arms around her and gathered her closer. “I do like it.”
“Cool.”
“It’s sweet.”
She grinned at him. “Yay.”
Wow, it was weird, how carefully she handled him not even realizing it.
Weirder to know that maybe she didn’t have to do that.
That last being weird in a good way.
His gaze moved over her face with obvious indulgence before his expression got serious and he looked into her eyes.
“I love you, Mol, you know that, right?”
She melted into him.
“Of course I do, Diesel,” she whispered.
“I’ll always love you. Until my dying breath.”
The melting stopped.
Oh no.
What was this?
“Me too, honey,” she replied. “But—”
“Just that,” he cut her off. “Just wanted you to know . . .” His head did a strange jerk on the mattress before he finished, “that.”
“Is there something you wanna talk about?”
“No, just want you to know. Just want you never to forget that.”
Oh no.
What was this?
“I won’t. Not ever,” she promised.
“Good,” he murmured.
“D?” she called.
“What?”
“I love you too, until my dying breath.”
He shifted into her, still holding her in his arms, but taking her slightly to her back, giving her some of his weight and a lot of his warmth, not just his body, in his face, from his beautiful blue eyes.
“I know, sweetheart.”
“And there’s nothing that will make me stop,” she vowed.
“I know,” he repeated.
“And I’m always there for you,” she kept at him.
He touched his mouth to hers, lifted only a bit away, and whispered, “I know, Molly.”
She pushed her hand from his chest up to cup his jaw, taking a chance, needing him to know she knew him, read him, worried for him, was there for him.
“I know you’re struggling with something,” she said quietly.
His eyes closed down.
But she didn’t stop.
“And I’ll be there, Maddox will be there, we’ll always be there, so we’ll definitely be there when you get to the other side,” she said.
He looked her over, muttering like he wasn’t actually talking to her, “What did I do to deserve you?”
Sunflowers, she thought.
“You’re the shit, remember?” she teased.
He tried to hide the relief he felt that she was lightening the conversation, failed, but grinned at her through it and said, “Right. For a second I forgot how totally fucking awesome I am.”
She snuggled into him, taking her hand from his jaw and wrapping her arm around him, asking conspiratorially, “So what are you gonna do to Mad tomorrow?”
“I haven’t weighed his balls down in a while.”
Nice.
She wriggled underneath him.
He grinned at her. “Wanna suck him off while he’s wearing his weight ring around his balls and he’s got his belt on?”
“The big plug attached to the belt?” she asked.
“You pick,” he offered.
“The big plug,” she decided.
“You got it,” he agreed.
“The one that vibrates,” she clarified.
His grin got wicked. “Like the way my girl thinks. Gonna ring his balls too.”
“No coming?” she queried.
He shook his head. “Not for a good while.”
She suspected her grin was a form of wicked, or the best she could do, she didn’t have a lot of that in her. She let her boys take care of that goodness.
He rolled fully over her, saying, “Make him squat straddling the bench, tie his hands to the weight supports, ass tipped, back arched, balls pulled down, hanging in the breeze. Fifteen minutes of that will feel like five hours.”
She opened her legs, his hips fell through and she felt his cock hard against her thigh.
“Paddle?” she whispered.
She sighed as Diesel read her invitation, shifted his hips and slid inside.
“You’re devious, sweetheart,” he whispered back, beginning to stroke. “A paddle might kill him. But that ass’ll be spanked good and red.”
She wrapped her legs around his thighs and met his thrusts.
He kissed her.
She kissed him back.
“Are you serious?”
At Maddox’s question, they broke the kiss and turned their heads to the side to where Maddox was standing.
“Fuck off and go cook food,” Diesel ordered.
Maddox’s brows were downright terrifyingly knit (if you didn’t know him) as he asked Diesel, “How the fuck are you hard?”
“I just told Molly what I was doin’ to you tomorrow.”
The brows unknit, the chin lifted and those handsome lips embedded in that awesome beard muttered, “Ah,”
“Food,” Diesel grunted on an inward slide.
“Have a fun fuck,” Maddox replied, giving Molly a wink before he turned and left the room.
Diesel’s hand curved around her jaw and righted her head.
He kissed her.
He fucked her.
And all was good in the world.
“Reb’s coming out next weekend,” Diesel announced as he walked back out on the patio where they’d been enjoying after dinner beers before D heard his cell go with a text, then another one, so he’d gone in to check and then he got on the phone.
“I know, she called me earlier,” Molly told him.
“She told me,” D said, easing into the slider he left behind. He looked watchful and maybe a little ticked as he asked, “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Someone told me to get naked and wait for them on my belly in the bed,” she reminded him. “So it kinda slipped my mind.”
Molly saw his face clear and he nodded, beginning to grin. “Right. That did happen.”
“I know, I was there. PS, Rebel’s coming for a long weekend next weekend,” she declared.
Diesel chuckled.
Maddox, who she was cuddled into on the loveseat glider, tucked her closer and chuckled with him.
“Visit from Rebel will work. Your sister should move down here. We could use a little of her brand of the good kind of crazy. It’d balance out Holly,” Maddox said.
Molly pushed away but did it slapping his abs.
“Maddox!” she snapped.
He grinned down at her. “Tell me you don’t agree.”
“I’m not saying the words out loud,” she returned, on a flop, going back to lounging against him.