Until my dying breath.
Why would he say that?
Why didn’t he just tell her he loved her like he usually did?
Until my dying breath.
She listened to the deep male breathing around her, felt the somnolent, hard bodies caging her in.
Both her boys were asleep.
“He’s leaving,” she whispered to no one.
Molly was not fooled by sunflowers and joking on the patio.
Rebel had a phone conversation with him and was coming down, for goodness sakes.
Something was wrong.
And she wasn’t sure with the changes that were happening that it was actually coming right.
Maybe it was more like a prolonged goodbye.
As tears filled her eyes, determinedly, she shifted so both men would shift with her, pulling closer, snuggling deeper, into her . . .
And each other.
“’Kay?” D asked drowsily.
So Diesel, even asleep, all she had to do was move, and he’d ask her if she was okay.
“Yeah,” she lied.
“’Kay,” Mad muttered vaguely.
So Maddox, ascertaining she was okay and only then was he okay.
Their breathing eased back to sleep.
Molly stared at the ceiling.
She couldn’t lie there and cry.
She couldn’t make her point by making them cuddle when they were mostly asleep.
She had to do something.
Because most important of all . . .
She could not, would not, let them lose Diesel.
Stop Being Stupid
Diesel
“NO, REALLY, PRIME rib sliders are not necessary, Holly. I thought we made this decision when I was down in Tucson,” Molly said into the phone as D put his knee to the bed and leaned into her.
She was back to the bed, ass facing the pillows, legs raised up straight, ankles crossed, heels resting on the wall over the headboard, phone to her ear.
This was her Take a Load off While Holly Attempted to Drive Her Nuts position.
It was also her Take a Load off While Gabbing with Her Mother for Two Hours position.
When he got in her face, she rolled her eyes at him.
He memorized that second. That heartbeat of life. That overload of cuteness. That beautiful piece of Molly.
And he did it as he grinned at her in an effort to hide where his thoughts were really at, then bent in and touched his mouth to hers.
He pulled back.
She gave him her own grin then her eyes unfocused as they narrowed.
“Holly, no,” she said into the phone. “No backtracking. That’s eight hundred dollars-worth of food and you’re having a banquet. You don’t need people stuffed full of hors d’oeuvres right before they have dinner. It’s a total waste of money.”
Seeing as he had something pressing to do, and sadly no hope of saving her from her situation, Diesel left her to it, pushed off the bed and moved down the hall, through the great room, to the back hall and into the workout room.
He stopped in the door and took in the view.
Maddox was in full quiver where D had left him, squatting over the weight bench he was straddling, bare plugged ass tipped, back arched, head back, wrists tied to the bar supports. He had his black leather belt tight around his waist. Buckled at the small of his back was a strap going down between his ass checks, holding in the vibrating plug. The end of it looped around a ring that was banding his balls.
Topping that, his balls were weighted down with his heavy, thick, steel weight band.
He had to be in agony, his balls weighted like that, his quads burning in the squat, not to mention his ass red from the spanking he’d taken earlier.
D had left him like that for ten minutes. Any more would not only be torture, it’d be uncool.
But he was holding.
That was Maddox. He’d endure anything because he liked it like that.
And because D liked dishing it out.
Diesel moved into the room, right to the bench and enjoyed watching Maddox’s entire body jump powerfully when D touched his ass lightly. Enjoyed the groan of pained pleasure that accompanied it when those weighted balls swayed.
D ran his hand up his back, his shoulder, his arm as he walked around to his front.
Mad’s head tipped back, agony and ecstasy carved in that harsh, handsome face.
Diesel could stare at that face looking like that for ages.
He could stare at it in sleep, while he was watching TV, while he was smiling at Molly, while Mad was driving his truck.
He’d never get sick of that face.
“All right, brother?” he asked.
“Gotta come, D,” Maddox gritted.
That’d be the pain Mad so got off on, accompanied by the position. He liked being physically challenged. Not to mention that big plug thumping relentless up his ass.
“Mm,” D murmured and slid his fingers through Mad’s thick beard, watching his hand move, feeling the soft bristles against his skin.
He cupped the underside of Mad’s jaw, put a knee to the bench and yanked his workout shorts down to expose his cock.
“Open up, buddy,” he whispered.
Maddox immediately opened his mouth.
D fed his cock in and watched Maddox’s cheeks under that beard hollow as he sucked hard.
Fuck, his man had a mean draw.
Goddamned heaven.
It was Diesel’s turn to groan, his head falling back.
He started to face fuck his boy, tipping his chin back down, watching Maddox’s mouth take him, the focus in his expression.
The pain was gone.
His position didn’t factor.
He was all about sucking Diesel’s cock.
D ran his hand gently over Maddox’s hair and those black eyes opened, shifted up, and what Diesel saw shining there . . .
He slipped his dick out, bent in and took Maddox’s mouth with his own. He drank deep, taking his time, and Maddox gave it all up.
All of it.
Everything.
D broke the kiss, opened his eyes and saw Maddox gazing at him, not hiding the need that lay stark right there.
“Fuck me, baby,” Mad whispered.
Diesel didn’t mess around with unfastening the ball weight and letting it drop. Removing the belt, plug and ring.
But Maddox held position, squatted over the bench, as D lubed, moved in, and took his ass.
The minute he drove home, Maddox’s body jerked spasmodically, head shafting back, his cum jetting all over the bench.
Oh yeah, he got off on the pain.
And D’s cock hitting home.
It didn’t take long for D to shoot inside him.
Still coming down, Diesel sat on the bench, pulling Maddox down to sit on his cock, and he rested his forehead at the back of Mad’s neck.
“Love you, buddy,” D whispered.
Mad went entirely still, his ass clenching so tight around D’s still hard dick, it milked an aftershock of cum out along with a grunt.
“Untie me,” Maddox ordered, his rough voice thick and throaty.
“We’re done,” Diesel told him.
“Untie me, D,” Maddox commanded.
Diesel pushed him up and off his cock. Reaching out, he untied one wrist.
“Last part of your service is to clean up,” Diesel told him.
Then he moved away, left Maddox to untie himself from the other support, and walked out of the room, straightening his shorts.
He went back to the bedroom and hit it in time to see Molly rolling off the bed.
She looked to him.
“I’m going for a run,” he announced.
She blinked then looked concerned. “Did I miss it? I mean, you’re not leaving Mad like that—”
“I finished him off,” Diesel told her, ignoring the surprise he felt from her as he walked into the closet.