“Hey, honey!” Molly chirped.
“Yo, bro,” D called.
“Hey,” Maddox called back, hooked a right, hit the laundry room, dumped his bag and then retraced his steps to the hall. When he was about to pass the couch, he pointed to D, “You, bedroom.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “I suppose the little woman stays out here and makes dinner.”
“Doin’ him fast, later doin’ you slow, that later being after D orders us Thai,” Maddox told her.
She clapped and her face lit up. “I love Thai.”
Like he didn’t know that.
He grinned over his shoulder at her as he moved down the hall to the bedroom.
He went right to the bathroom.
D came in slowly, looking around the room before he caught Mad’s eye.
“Am I coming in the sink again?” he asked.
Maddox smiled at him and ordered, “Shut the door.”
D gave him a look but twisted at the waist, reached out a long arm and shut the door.
When he turned back, Maddox announced, “The Phoenician, long weekend. We’ll take a Monday off. Room service with champagne when we ask her. Marathon fuck session. We’ll set up some spa shit for her on Saturday. She gets back, more marathon fucking all weekend long. When you and I got our days off cleared, I’ll call her boss to sort her day off. I’ll get the ring. You handle flowers and chocolate and shit like that. And ask Sixx what spa shit we should do for her.”
“I’m not sure Sixx is a spa chick. Holly might be better for that,” Diesel noted.
“Find some other chick. Holly’ll totally let it slip just so she can be the one to share the news and be in on something in order to make it partially about her when it’s not about her at all. And not either of the moms. They’ll be so excited, who knows what they’ll fuckin’ do.”
“Yeah, didn’t think about that. Maybe if Sixx doesn’t know spa shit, she knows some other chick who knows spa shit.”
Something surprising occurred to Maddox.
“Other than Sixx, do we know any other women?” he asked.
“Not ones we haven’t fucked,” Diesel answered.
“We’re not asking some chick we fucked for spa recos for Molly.”
“Word.”
“So it’s Sixx,” Maddox decided.
Diesel nodded.
“We sorted with that?” Maddox asked.
Slowly, Diesel grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Right.”
D tipped his head to the side. “Now you fuckin’ me, or what?”
“I asked you in here to talk about how we’re gonna give Molly her ring.”
“And we talked about that, so you gonna fuck me or what? Alternate, am I fuckin’ you or what?”
Slowly, Maddox grinned. “You want me to bend over the sink or the bed?”
“I don’t give a shit about locale. I just give a shit about getting a fast, hot fuck.”
Maddox dipped his voice low. “Then show me your cock, baby.”
Diesel started to do just that, the problem was, when Maddox pulled his jeans down, his big, hard dick sprang free and Diesel caught sight of it.
So apparently, Diesel felt he was forced to push Mad up on the counter, face to face, so he could be face to something else and go down on him a while before he fucked him with Mad’s ass to the edge of the counter, knees up and cocked, his legs spread wide. Maddox’s hands were pressed to the counter, holding himself steady. D had one hand jacking Mad’s cock, the other flat against the mirror over Mad’s shoulder, bracing.
They were both close, to each other and to orgasm, Diesel jacking him hard and fucking him harder, their lips locked, when the door opened.
They broke the kiss and turned their heads to look at the door to see Molly there, hands on her hips.
“Jeez, you guys are taking forever,” Molly complained.
“Five minutes,” Maddox grunted.
Her eyes moved over them, ending on D’s hand on the mirror.
“You’re gonna leave a handprint,” she declared.
“Baby, stop being cute, I’m losing my concentration,” Diesel growled.
Maddox started laughing.
He stopped when he groaned as he started coming.
Diesel turned to his man, fucked his ass, milked his dick and kissed the orgasm rolling from his lips.
Within seconds, with that last, Maddox returned the favor.
They were breathing in each other’s faces, foreheads touching, Maddox looking close into D’s blue eyes, thinking about Molly’s speech by the pool about how lucky they were.
Just weeks ago, he was worried they were falling apart.
And now they were closer than ever.
“Good?” Diesel asked quietly.
“Yeah, man,” Maddox answered.
In unison, they turned their heads to see Molly still there.
“We’re done. Happy now?” Diesel inquired.
“No. Because you both just came hard. You better have saved some up because if I don’t get it good later, from both of you, I’ll be peeved.”
And with that, she flounced off.
Maddox wondered if she knew that they knew her bullshit drama was all show.
Seriously, the woman didn’t even try to hide her smile as she turned away.
Mad wasn’t sure, he didn’t remember, but he didn’t think he’d ever had D slip out of him while Mad’s body was shaking with laughter.
Or feeling D slip free with D’s body shaking with it.
But he’d never forget that moment, that time, all that goodness, making plans with D on how to give Molly her ring, a quick fuck with his boy, a dose of cute from their girl.
Never.
Diesel
That Friday afternoon, D stood at the opening of Gate B, Terminal 4, Sky Harbor Airport, scanning the groups of people the hall coughed up until her red head came his way.
No one in the family knew where Rebel got her thick, waving, dark red hair, but her light blue eyes were the same as D’s, which were the same as their father’s, so their mom stepping out was probably off the table.
She was grinning at him as she was practically skipping to him, her pretty face prettier than he remembered.
Then again, after they were apart for a while, when he saw her again, he always thought that shit.
But even with the grin, she couldn’t quite hide she was taking him in with a focus that was a lot more than Rebel being happy to see her big brother.
“God, you’re good-lookin’,” she declared when she was three feet away.
Then she threw herself in his arms.
Those arms closed around her, holding her tight.
“Hey, babe,” he muttered into the hair above her ear.
They moved apart, but held on, Rebel pressing her hands against his shoulders affectionately, then clasping onto the sides of his neck, up to his cheeks, then to his shoulders again where she squeezed.
All this while her eyes did a scan of his face, taking in every inch.
“Mom called about seventeen thousand times,” she declared.
Yup.
Not a surprise.
No beating around the bush for Rebel Eugenie Stapleton.
“Mm-hmm,” he muttered.
“I wanted to call you about seven million times, but I figured I’d be down here so we could talk in person.”
Two could not beat around the bush.
“They know I’m bi. They know I’m committing to Molly and Maddox. And they’re not super hip on these ideas,” he announced.
“So you went with ye ole ‘tell the mom unit over the phone’ route rather than having a sit down,” she remarked, and D got tense.