“Right,” he muttered, sounding entertained.
“How’d Minnie get to be so normal?” Diesel asked. “I mean, under that blue hair and those piercings, she’s practically a choirgirl.”
“Fate handing us the spectrum, brother,” Maddox answered. “The high maintenance princess sister we gotta put up with. The straight and narrow sister with blue hair we gotta wonder at. And the spitfire with a heart of gold we thank God rounds out the lot.”
“I love Minnie. She’s quiet but she’s sweet,” Molly put in.
“She scares the shit outta me. No woman is that quiet,” Maddox shared, and Molly got up and slapped his abs, harder this time.
“Brother, I cannot believe that shit just came outta your mouth,” Diesel muttered, sounding like he was trying not to laugh.
“I can’t either,” Molly hissed.
Maddox reached out and twirled a lock of her hair. “Baby, when you babble on, it’s all kinds a’ cute. But I’m fuckin’ you, so it would be.”
Molly looked to D. “Can I cuddle with you?”
He threw out a long arm. “Always, sweetheart.”
She got up, taking her beer with her, and stomped to D.
He wasn’t in the loveseat and it was still hot outside but he also didn’t blink at her curling up in his lap to the point he wrapped both arms around her.
“Keep bein’ a chauvinist, my man, and I’ll get all the lovin’,” Diesel joked.
When Molly looked at him, Maddox didn’t appear broken up that he lost her.
And that didn’t break her up because he looked content to the point of serene, gazing at his man and woman curled up together.
His expression shifted and his focus did the same, all of it on Diesel.
“So, this work with Sixx gonna become a regular thing?” Maddox asked.
Molly looked up at D to see him shrug.
“Regular. No. But I made it clear if she needed me again, I’m there,” Diesel answered.
They’d heard about the earbuds and transmitters over barbeque chicken and pasta salad.
And when they did, it was not lost on either of them that Diesel really enjoyed hanging with Sixx last night.
Now, they were here.
And Molly took a sip of her beer, mostly because she didn’t know what to think about this turn of events.
“You got off on it,” Maddox noted.
“Yeah,” D replied. “Hard not to. It was the shit.”
“You know, after that clearout they had, Barclay and Josh are still lookin’ for people they can trust who know what they’re doin’ to be Dungeon Masters at the Bolt,” Maddox announced.
“Really?” Molly asked.
“Yeah?” Diesel asked.
“You’d be good with that,” Mad told D.
He would.
But Molly didn’t like it.
“Yes, and he’d be on a different schedule than us,” she pointed out.
“I wouldn’t quit my day job, sweetheart,” Diesel told her.
She looked up at him. “So you’d be away a lot and not getting enough sleep.”
“Okay, before this discussion runs away from us,” Maddox put in, “I’m just sayin’, D, if you’re not diggin’ what you’re doing, you should find something you dig doing. Do this work with Sixx. Maybe check things out at the Bolt,” his eyes dropped to Molly, “if he wants to give it a shot. Barclay and Josh could use someone decent who gives a shit about the players, not to mention someone who’s in the scene, as head of security, not someone who looks at it as just a job. I don’t even think they got a head of security, but after that shit went down there, they need one. And maybe D, if he got into it, could share that with them.”
“And if he did, he’d be a different schedule than us, Maddox,” Molly reiterated.
“And he might be happier with what he’s doin’ and we’d work it, darlin’,” Maddox returned gently.
“And, uh, just to say, that he you’re talkin’ about is sittin’ right here,” Diesel butted into the conversation about him that was happening without him. “And yeah, I dug workin’ with Sixx. And yeah, I’m totally gonna do it again. And yeah, I’d rock being a DM so I’ll contact Barclay. But no, there’s no reason to get uptight about anything because it’s nothing now but talk and some fun with Sixx every once in a while. We’ll hash out a change if there’s actually a change to hash out. You both with me?”
“Sure,” Maddox said before taking a tug on his beer.
Molly looked again at D. “If the work with Sixx isn’t dangerous, then . . . sure too. If it is, you shouldn’t keep that from us.”
“It wasn’t last night, but if it is, I won’t keep it from you, Mol,” D said softly.
She stared into his eyes.
Then she nodded.
He gave her a grin and a squeeze of his arm.
Then he took a swig of beer.
She took one too and settled back into him.
Maddox spread his arm across the back of the loveseat and stared at the two people across from him like he’d be happy watching them for years.
God, she really loved that man.
He knew it.
But it didn’t hurt to remind him.
So when his eyes rested on her, Molly mouthed, “Love you.”
“You too,” he said out loud.
“Jesus, you two are a pain in my ass,” Diesel grumbled.
Maddox smiled.
Molly looked again to him. “What? Why?”
“You’re gooey. It’s disgusting,” he replied.
She pulled away and slapped his abs, exclaiming, “It is not.”
“It totally is,” he returned, a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
“You’re both annoying,” she declared.
“And you love it,” Diesel returned.
“Only when you’re annoying while you’re fucking me,” she shot back.
D aimed his cocky grin at Maddox, lifting his bottle to his mouth and saying before taking a tug, “She does love that.”
Molly transferred her gaze to Maddox as he replied, “She fuckin’ does, thank fuck.”
She pushed off Diesel and got to her feet, declaring, “I’m watching TV.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” Maddox called.
She fired a glare over her shoulder at him and flounced away.
It was all show.
Maddox might read it.
D might not.
But Molly wanted them to have time alone and would clutch at anything to give them that time to be normal, sit, relax, unwind, be together—not fucking, not in a scene, not even making love—just two men who loved each other being together.
“It’s good she’s gone. Now we can talk about how sweet her ass looks when she’s trussed up, her pussy stuffed with one of our cocks,” Diesel remarked.
“I don’t know, brother, my show mighta been better, her bound and ridin’ your face,” Maddox replied.
“I see that,” Diesel agreed.
“You’re both pigs,” Molly decreed as she yanked open the door.
“Unh-hunh, how many times you come again, baby? A hundred?” Diesel called.
She whirled at the door and stuck her tongue out at him.
They both busted out laughing.
She pranced into the house, giving the door a little slam behind her.
And she did it smiling.
But hours later, tangled in her men, mostly asleep, Molly’s eyes shot wide.