“Maybe next time you go get Molly’s tampons, you buy her some Midol,” Maddox suggested.
“Fuck off,” Diesel returned.
Never.
He was about to go do what he could to smooth things out with Molly when he realized he had D’s dried cum on his chest.
So he headed to the bathroom first.
He cleaned up while D pulled on some jeans and a tee and Mad took that opportunity to throw on his own tee.
And then her men went out together to smooth things over with Molly.
Having It All
Diesel
DIESEL WALKED OUT the French doors toward the pool that Maddox was sitting in, and Molly was sitting on the edge opposite him, turned to the side, one leg bent, foot to the deck, the other leg down and dangling in the pool, her weight held in her hands behind her, her face tipped to the sun.
She was in a little polka-dot bikini with ruffles on it.
It was cute.
It was Molly.
It was also late Sunday afternoon. They’d sorted things out with Mol. Then they’d had a good, long session of fucking so they were all loosened up and on the same page.
And now they were hanging at the pool, drinking beer, chilling out.
D dropped Mol’s fresh beer in its koozie by her hip and put Mad’s in the hand he’d reached out before he slipped in the pool to sit on the shelf bench between Mad and Molly.
“Sixx texted while we were fucking. Wants us to go to dinner at her and Stellan’s on Saturday,” he announced. “Think that’d be cool. Rebel would love Sixx. Sixx will dig Rebel. And according to Sixx, her man’s got some chops in the kitchen and their crib is tight.”
“Works for me,” Maddox muttered.
Molly didn’t say anything so D looked to her.
“Sweetheart?” he prompted.
She didn’t give either of them her gaze when she said softly, “I love it. All in the family.”
Her tone, her words, hit D right in the gut and his eyes moved immediately to Maddox.
Maddox was giving Molly a sharp look, eyes narrowed, face sinister, which meant he was concerned.
“Mol,” Mad called.
“You know, I wanted a white picket fence,” she said wistfully.
That was when D’s gut got straight-up tight, so much, he thought he’d puke, and Maddox’s eyes shot to him.
“A husband,” she said. “Babies.”
“Molly.” Her name out of D’s mouth came strangled.
“Birthday parties and high school graduations and finding the perfect mother of the bride, or groom, or whatever outfit for their weddings,” she went on.
D and Mad stared at her and didn’t say a word.
She reached to the beer Diesel set beside her and they watched as she lifted it to her mouth, took a pull, set it back down to the deck and kept her eyes aimed away, face tipped to the sun.
“I had a boyfriend who tied me up, and I liked it,” she shared.
D felt the growl roll up his throat and realized it wasn’t just his own sound he was hearing. The same was coming from Maddox.
They, neither one of them, were fans of anyone touching their Molly, even if it was in the past. It was just how they were, who they were, and who she was to them.
“I started, you know, looking into it, I liked it so much,” she continued. “Got some porn. Erotic comic books. Regular books. Erotica. Found out about the Bolt, went there, didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Baby,” Maddox whispered.
She kept her gaze aimed away and took another drag from her beer.
“I was too scared,” she carried on after she’d sucked back her brew. “Doms would approach. I was just . . . scared. I never let any of them work me. But I hung out. I watched. I talked to other subs. And everyone, all the female subs, all of them . . . all they could talk about was the mother lode. Getting chosen by Mad and D. And then, the first time I saw you two, I knew why you were the ones everyone wanted.”
“Fuck,” Diesel muttered.
She turned her head then, caught both of them with a glance of her eyes. “I watched you work a girl.”
“Sweetheart,” Diesel said gently.
“I wanted her to be me.”
Diesel swallowed.
“You were so beautiful, working her, but just being you.” Her gaze lighted on D. “Your grin, DD. So cocky. So cute. I wanted so bad for you to tie me up. Tie me up and do dirty things to me, smiling that smile.” She turned her attention to Maddox. “You were so dark and scary and handsome. I’d get the shivers, just thinking about you touching me. And you know, I counted. You came to the Bolt nine times before either of you even looked at me. But it was on the twelfth time you were there when I was there that you asked me back to the playrooms.”
“Darlin’,” Maddox murmured.
“The first Doms I took were you two,” she shared.
“We know, baby,” Maddox rumbled quietly.
And they did know. They’d had a long conversation before they took her back, starting with safe words and hard limits and finding out they were her firsts.
They’d broken her in gently.
It was the best m/m/f play they’d ever had.
But that was only a small part of the reason why Molly Singer was sitting right there at the edge of the pool her two men had built for her.
She nodded and kept going.
“The first time you worked me, it was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe how easy it was with you two, the way you were with me, to fall into it. I felt totally safe with you. You were all about me. All about each other. We were the only three people in the whole, wide world. Just us. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever experienced. So I went home and I prayed. I actually prayed you’d pick me again.”
Her gaze honed in on Maddox and she carried on.
“And then you called, Maddox. The very next morning. You called and asked if I wanted to go to dinner with you guys. You didn’t call and ask me to meet you at the Bolt. You asked me out for a date. After that it wasn’t about white picket fences. Then I had dreams no girl ever dreams because no girl could ever think in reality she’d be that lucky. I dreamed you’d make me a part of you two forever and ever.”
“And we got that, Molly,” Diesel reminded her, now feeling his stomach sink, pissed as shit at himself with what he put his girl, his man, through. “It’s all good.”
“Rebel told me your mother is gonna call and ask you and me to Thanksgiving,” she announced.
D felt his mouth get tight.
He also felt Maddox’s eyes cut to him.
“I’ll take care of it when she does,” Diesel promised.
She sat up, twisted, put both her feet and calves in the water, and looked right in his eyes.
“I do not like them,” she declared.
D stared at her because that was so not Molly.
She liked everybody.
She was not done shocking the shit out of him.
“I talked to my mother about it and she said that you need to learn that love and loyalty should be rewarded with love and loyalty. If you don’t get it, you shouldn’t give it. They may think they love you, but they are not loyal to you, so they really don’t. Until they can love you as you, I don’t want them in my life. I don’t want them interfering with my family. I don’t want them getting the opportunity to harm you.”
“You don’t want that, Molly, then I’ll make that happen,” Diesel replied.
It was then, Molly stared at him.