Diesel looked down at her. “It’s always all about me. That’s gonna get tired, baby. And if it hasn’t already, I know it will.”
“Shit, shit, fuck,” Maddox clipped, swaying D’s neck, and in doing so swaying D (and Molly) with each word.
Therefore, both turned their eyes to him.
“I said that pissed,” Maddox explained.
“You said what pissed?” Molly asked.
He looked to her. “Diesel and me fought when you were in Tucson and I told him it was always all about him.”
“Oh, Mady,” she muttered, sounding and looking disappointed.
Yeah, he’d fucked up.
He knew it back then, when he’d said it.
But apparently it was huge.
“It’s true,” Diesel said.
Both of them looked back to him.
“I was pissed and my mouth was running,” Maddox replied.
“It’s still true,” Diesel pushed.
“Brother, it isn’t. I was pissed you were holding back and I was letting off steam.”
“I got that steam jacked up my ass, so that isn’t news,” Diesel returned.
“And yeah, there was also that. I fucked you angry and I was pissed at myself for doing it and taking that out on you too,” Maddox told him.
“So it’s all your bad?” D asked.
“Uh . . . yeah,” Maddox answered.
“That’s bullshit, Mad.”
“Diesel, you a part of us hanging in the balance here, I’m not gonna bullshit you. It’s too important. You’re too important. I fucked up. You were pulling away after that scene with Sixx observing and I’m an asshole who doesn’t know how to talk shit out so I fuck shit out and I fucked you over doing that and our shit just got more jacked, apparently worse than I expected, and I knew it was bad. Now we’re here.”
“We’re talking commitment,” D reminded him.
“I know that,” Maddox confirmed.
“And that means we’re headed for a shitstorm with my family. I’ve been putting you through my mindfuck about where I am with you in my heart, knowin’ where you are with me in yours, and what’s your reward I find my way to the other side of that? You gotta put up with my folks’ shit.”
“It’s their shit, not yours,” Maddox pointed out.
“They’re mine and I’m forcing that shit on you,” Diesel retorted.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Molly shouted, yanking out of D’s arms, taking three big steps into the closet, and both men turned slowly to her at her uncharacteristic outburst. “Who cares?” she yelled at Diesel. “You’re so totally worth it! My God, Diesel, we love you. You. And because we do, we’re there for you, always, through anything. I have breasts. I can get breast cancer. Breast cancer is bad. Do you think for a second that I think that if I got breast cancer, either one of you wouldn’t be by my side every step of the way?”
“I hope the fuck not,” Diesel growled.
And at that, Molly moved right back in and shoved his chest with one hand in sheer frustration.
“Of course not!” she snapped then shook a finger in his face. “So stop being stupid! I’ll put up with my men doing stupid men shit like, Mad,” she turned to Maddox, “could you please take your fucking workout clothes to the fucking laundry room and not dump that sweaty crap in the closet hamper so it stinks up our closet?”
“Yeah, baby, absolutely,” Maddox murmured soothingly.
She nodded sharply at Mad, looked back to D and kept raving.
“What I won’t put up with is either of you being stupid. I’m done with it. And now you’re being stupid. I’m sorry, D. But you’re just being stupid. Get over it. You don’t get to look after us and buy my tampons and clean the house so we don’t have to bother and mow the yard so Mad doesn’t have to contemplate yet another blade of grass and give me rubdowns when those doctors work my last nerve and I get all tensed up without us getting to look after you too!”
And with that, she shoved past Diesel and stomped out of the room so hard, they heard her bare feet on the wood stomping down the hall.
Diesel had shifted out of the door and Maddox had moved into it to watch the bedroom doorway until they heard the back door slam shut behind her.
They turned to each other.
“Okay, well I guess Molly’s over my shit,” Diesel joked.
And Maddox couldn’t hold it back.
He burst out laughing.
When it was dying down, he couldn’t begin to describe the relief at seeing D grinning at him like the old D, pre-scene with Sixx, open, easy and cocky.
“How big a load did you shoot up me, asshole?” he asked when Maddox’s laughter stopped being verbal. “Feels like a river of cum is sliding outta my ass.”
“Got a big dick, comes with big balls, brother. Not like you don’t know I shoot a big load,” Maddox replied.
“Serious as fuck, it was not easy to have a world-rocking conversation with my people with an irritating trickle of cum running down my leg,” D told him.
Maddox bit back laughter and shared, “You shoulda cleaned up before you got into it with me.”
“Was worried there wasn’t time.”
Maddox nodded. “Probably wasn’t.”
D looked to the door Molly just flounced out of then back to Mad. “You think we should try to fuck some sense into Molly now?”
Maddox grinned at him. “Not sure she’s in the mood.”
“Yeah, we’ll let her burn out a bit before we attempt more dealing with our shit through orgasms.”
Maddox started chuckling.
D smiled at him when he did it.
He wasn’t done doing it when D’s smile died.
So Mad’s laughter died.
“Straight-up truth, minute I clapped eyes on you, man, I wanted to suck your cock and I had no idea what kind of meat you were packing,” D said quietly. “And that’s what was in my head. But the next morning after we fucked the first time, I walked in to see you sitting at the kitchen table and I knew there’d never be another man for me. And that had not one thing to do with the meat you were packing.”
Maddox’s throat felt tight when he forced out of it, “Jesus, D.”
Diesel reached out with his big mitts and grabbed Maddox on either side of his head, dipping his face to Mad’s.
“Don’t deserve you,” he whispered.
“Shut it,” Maddox growled.
“No. It’s cool.” His lips twitched. “Because you don’t deserve me either, seein’ as I’m so awesome.”
Maddox shook his head in Diesel’s hold, his lips not twitching seeing as he was smiling.
D kissed him and he stopped shaking his head.
And smiling.
Diesel broke it and let him go, muttering, “Now I really need to clean up this cum. Can’t even stick my tongue down my man’s throat without it irritating the shit outta me, breaking my concentration.”
With that, he walked into the closet to get to the bathroom.
Mad watched him go.
Then he closed his eyes.
After that, he took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes he was smiling again.
And for the first time in weeks, maybe months, possibly years, he was breathing free.
“How close to the rag is she?” he called to D.
“Brother, do not go there,” Diesel called back. “Christ, she might cut you off from her pussy and transfer that to me just ’cause I got a dick.”