All his limbs straining to hold back his orgasm, or break free in order to get away to escape the words, Diesel looked into Mad’s eyes.
“It’s only you. It’s only her. Always,” he growled.
“Go,” Maddox ordered.
“Fuck,” D hissed, pissed he was there, pissed it was Maddox that took him there because he was pissed at Maddox, and pissed he couldn’t stop it, his head shot back, slamming into the headboard as he flooded up his chest and stomach and Maddox let go and shot his load up D’s ass.
Maddox came down, resting inside, D’s dick to his stomach, chest to chest, but on a forearm to hold himself up so he could catch Diesel’s eyes when he stopped pulsing under him and came down to the Land of the Not Orgasming.
But Diesel pushed his recovery, his eyes still vague when he righted his head and clipped, “Untie me.”
“Diesel—”
“Fuckin’ untie me, asshole.”
“I’m not done with you.”
“Yes, you are.”
“That’s my call,” Maddox reminded him.
“Not right now. Right now I’m tellin’ you I’m done. So fuckin’” he jerked at his bounds, “untie me.”
“Baby, I’m gonna eat me outta your ass and get you primed again and then Molly’s gonna come in and let you do your thing.”
“Untie me.”
“D—”
“What game you playin’, Mad?”
Wait a fucking second.
That . . .
Now that pissed him off.
Enough to slide out and reach to undo the ropes.
When he was done with both sides, Diesel, just like the motherfucker, totally able to hold back shit that was important, but had no problem with confrontation, simply sat up on his ass, planted his feet in the bed, knees cocked, spread open, fucking gorgeous, every goddamned inch.
Even his face, which was ticked.
“I got no game,” Maddox finally replied. “I’m just reacting and you know it.”
“Reacting to what?” D asked.
“You’re not leaving.”
Diesel’s mouth clamped shut.
Yeah.
“She’s terrified you’re gonna go,” Mad told him.
D’s eyes slid to the door.
“And so am I,” Maddox carried on.
His eyes slid back to Mad.
“It’s time to commit and that’s what’s terrifying you because it’s gonna all be out there. She loves you. I love you. We’ll fall apart without you,” Maddox told him.
“You’d be fine,” Diesel said quietly.
Maddox could not believe what he was hearing.
Had he lost his fucking mind?
“We’d be destroyed.”
Diesel stared at him.
Jesus Christ.
“I’m done trying to fuck some sense in you, brother,” Maddox shared. “You are our world. We can endure anything, as long as we do it as our three. Take one part away from that, the rest vanishes. She’s not the same to me, without you. I’m not the same to her, without you. We’re just not right, at all, in any way, without you. And you know it. You know it. Talk to me. Talk to Mol. Talk to your sister. Talk to Sixx. Talk to somebody. But you are not fucking leaving.”
With that, Maddox pushed off the bed and stalked to the walk-in.
He was yanking on some boxer briefs when Diesel’s long, naked body filled the doorway.
Leaning against the jamb, he asked, still going quiet, gentle, “When are you gonna be done dealing with my shit?”
Maddox shoved one leg into his jeans, the other, hauled them up, straightened, and looked right at D.
“Never?” he asked as answer. “How’s that work, D? I’m never gonna be done with your shit.”
“And I’m supposed to believe that?” D asked back, not confrontational, again with the gentle.
“That’s commitment,” Maddox educated him, doing his fly. “That’s a relationship. Until death do you part through the crab and lobster mac ’n’ cheese, rockin’ sex, being accosted at the mall about male skincare, annoying sisters-in-law, and all your partner’s shit.”
“I got more shit than both of you,” Diesel pointed out.
“So?” Maddox asked.
“You’re gonna get sick of it.”
“Don’t tell me what I’m gonna get sick of, D.”
“Mad—”
“Fuck, man, I’m in love with you!” he shouted.
D went visibly solid.
“Is that too tough for you to take?” Maddox demanded. “I got a cock, you got a cock, and this man with his cock is telling you he’s in love with you.”
“I know that, Maddox. I’m in love with you too,” Diesel whispered.
Maddox threw out both arms. “So what’s the fuckin’ problem?”
“What about me?” Diesel asked preposterously.
“What about you?”
“I just got years of watchin’ you two deal with my shit?”
Maddox’s spine snapped straight.
“Babies,” Molly whispered, squeezing in beside Diesel’s naked frame, her arm around his waist at the back, her other hand at his abs, her eyes locked to Maddox. “Is everything okay?”
Diesel pushed away from the jamb to wrap both arms around her and pull her to his body.
Maddox watched, keeping his mouth shut, wondering what Diesel would say.
Would he lie, even though Maddox was shouting and you could cut the air only using a hacksaw?
Or were they finally going to have this shit out?
“I’ve pissed Maddox off,” Diesel admitted, and the fact he did made Maddox feel so much relief, his fucking legs actually got weak.
“How did that . . . uh, happen?” she asked, glancing at Diesel but turning to Maddox.
“I told him we’re worried about him leaving,” Maddox shared.
“Oh boy,” she murmured.
“He thinks we’re gonna get sick of his shit,” Maddox continued.
She looked up at D, her head tipped to the side. “What shit?”
Diesel stared down at her, face blank, totally thrown, for long beats before his expression softened and he whispered, “Fuckin’ fuck, but I love you.”
“I love you too, but what shit?” Molly replied.
That was when Diesel stopped holding her and started trying to absorb her in his body, his face shoved in her neck, his embrace so tight, Maddox could see the muscles flexing and the veins standing out in his forearms.
Jesus.
Were they getting through?
Maddox moved their way and caught Diesel’s attention by curling a hand around his neck.
He didn’t remove his hand when D’s grip on Molly loosened (but he didn’t let her go) and his head came up.
“Just to say, I kinda like how you try to fuck sense into me,” he joked.
“It sucks you’re so fuckin’ hot ’cause now is no time to joke and I still wanna tie you back to the bed,” Maddox returned.
What he said next, the tone, the sudden look on his face, Maddox braced at the same time he felt Molly do it too.
“I’ve got it good,” Diesel whispered, his voice pained. “So good. I hope like fuck you both know that I know that. So I hope you get how it’s not easy bein’ the one who doesn’t give the good back.”
“What on earth are you talking about?” Molly asked, also sounding pained.