Triple Beat-nook (17 page)

Dani wasted no time as she ran her tongue along the base of his cock from balls to tip.

Bryson hissed, his fingers grasping her hair. Despite his grip, he didn’t seek to direct her motions, content to let her hold the reins. She wondered how long that would last. Bryson had proven to be a less-than-passive lover. While he might offer her brief moments of control, he’d never been able to restrain the dominant for long.

She stroked him with her tongue twice more before opening her lips to take in his large head. Dani captured the tiniest taste of tangy precome, licking it away before taking his cock deeper.

Bryson’s hands tightened, but still he held strong, letting her move at her own pace.

While she enjoyed the opportunity to explore, to discover his hot spots and what turned him on, she missed his dominance. She seriously got off on Bryson’s control. So she decided to force his hand.

She released his cock, and then shifted back a few inches so he could see her face. She licked her own finger before sucking it into her mouth. His gaze was locked onto her face and she could sense Aiden’s rapt attention as well. Both men were focused solely on her actions. Once her finger was wet, she pressed Bryson’s legs farther apart and reached between, seeking out some new terrain.

When she found his anus, she wiggled her wet digit at the opening.

His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”

She ignored the question, countering with her own. “Do you like it?”

His jaw twitched when she pressed her finger deeper, one knuckle, and then two, thrusting past the tight ring of flesh.

“Fuck me! Jesus, Dani. I can’t…I’m trying, but…”

His resistance was wavering. She decided to ring the bell on the end of this round as she pushed her finger in the rest of the way. Bryson jerked, his patience in tatters.

He wrapped his hand around her wrist as he tugged her finger from his ass. Before she could complain, he grasped her upper arms, pulled her from the floor, twisted her and had her bent over, her hands on the cushion of his armchair.

“You like playing with fire, bird?”

She was sucking in deep, harsh breaths, too turned-on to think straight.

Bryson smacked her ass, just one quick, sharp slap.

She gasped, and then moaned.

She heard footsteps approach, sensing rather than seeing Aiden’s presence at her side. Her eyes were clenched shut as she fought against coming. What the fuck was that about? A few brusque moves, a smack on the butt and the idea of being wholly dominated by her guys had her ready to blow like the lid on a shaken bottle of soda.

“Please.” Her voice was hoarse with need.

Bryson didn’t ask for clarification. He knew what she wanted. Though the sexual relationship was new, the foundation had been laid years earlier. They knew each other inside and out, which meant there was no hesitance, no need to constantly ask permission.

Bryson smacked her again. She half expected Aiden to join in as well, but he seemed content to simply watch as Bryson peppered her ass with quick taps and harder slaps. She’d just started to become accustomed to his rhythm when he stopped and thrust two fingers inside her. Over and over, he fucked her with his fingers. It was rough, beautiful.

“Oh God.” She was seconds from coming. Just a little bit…

“Wait.”

She scowled at Aiden as she glanced over her shoulder and spotted his hand on Bryson’s wrist, halting his thrusts. “Don’t wait,” she demanded.

Aiden moved closer, lifting her hands from the seat of the chair so that he could claim it. He was naked, his cock at half-mast, still not fully recovered from their previous interlude. “I want to see your face when he takes you, Dani. I want to watch you come.”

He positioned her hands on his thighs. And then, as if he couldn’t resist, he reached up to pinch one turgid nipple.

She bit her lip to hold back the moan, but it escaped anyway when Bryson’s cock brushed her pussy. He ran the thick flesh along her slit several times before pressing the head of it inside.

After the rough motions of his fingers, this slower, gentler pace was driving her insane. And not in a good way. She wanted him to take her. Hard. She’d held back so much of herself for so long, living in a constant state of self-preservation.

She was finished hiding the true Dani, the woman she’d always longed to be. Her fingers tightened on Aiden’s thighs as she looked at his beloved face.

Aiden smiled at her. “Take what you want, Dani. There’s nothing we won’t give you.”

The words were spoken so softly Dani was sure Bryson hadn’t heard. It didn’t matter.
She
had, and they’d soaked right through her skin and traveled straight to her heart.

She used her grip to move. Dani pounded back, forcing Bryson’s cock deeper than it had ever been.

Bryson’s hands flew to her hips, but all bets were off. He used his hold to drive them, thrusting so hard, so fast, she saw stars. She came quickly, not bothering to hide one iota of her pleasure from Aiden, who watched her, who called her beautiful.

Bryson, ever the master, continued to plunge inside, unwilling to let the song end yet. She had only a moment to recover from her first orgasm before the second struck. It was more intense as her inner muscles were overstimulated, sensitive, raw. This time, she didn’t just yell. She screamed.

Bryson came just as her orgasm started to wane, filling her, as he shouted words of love, of forever.

They were beautiful lyrics, and she couldn’t wait to set them to music.

Aiden and Bryson each claimed one of Dani’s hands, the three of them bowing as thunderous applause shook the arena. They’d just completed their second encore at the kick-off to their first concert tour.

Dani’s face hurt from smiling as she glanced out and spotted her family standing front row and center, clapping and screaming her name. She’d gotten them the tickets, wanting them to be there as she started this next amazing, incredible part of her life.

Dani woke up every morning to find herself actually living in a dream. She was part of a successful band, a loving relationship and a family. It was almost too much to take in.

The three of them exited stage left as the concert crew quickly worked to break down their set to prepare for the main act. While they knew everyone in the crowd had come to see Lucas Bryan, Dani felt like Closing Time had definitely made an impression.

“I would like to go on record as saying this was the best night of my life.”

Neither man laughed. In fact, she could see from their expressions they agreed wholeheartedly.

“I swear to God, I think that was our most solid performance ever.” Leave it to Aiden to start analyzing immediately.

“How fucking hot was it out there?” Bryson was grinning from ear to ear and dripping with sweat. They all were.

“I don’t know,” Dani said. “Somewhere between a hundred and fifty degrees and the surface of the sun?”

Bryson held out his arm. “Yeah, well you can stick a fork in me because I am well done.” And as usual, Bryson focused on the simple stuff.

She laughed and tugged at her shirt. “Come on. Let’s take advantage of those showers in our dressing rooms.”

Aiden grasped her hand. “I think we can make do with just one. I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine.”

Bryson walked beside them, shaking his head. “Part of me still can’t believe we’re here.”

Dani understood that sense of wonder and amazement. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to it. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?”

They walked into Dani’s dressing room and slowly peeled off their damp clothing. Aiden handed them each a bottle of water. “Better hydrate.” 

She laughed as the three of them—naked as the day they were born—chugged the water like they were dying of thirst.

“Race you to the shower,” she said, as she sprinted toward the shower. She bent over to turn on the water as Bryson strolled in behind her, stroking her ass, his fingers dipping into the slit between her legs to do a little exploring. They were approaching their six-month anniversary. Maybe it was juvenile to count the time in months, but it was a step up from her initial celebrations…of days, then weeks.

With every day that passed she fell more in love with them and the anxiety she’d felt at the beginning faded, even started to feel ridiculous. How could she have ever doubted this?

They’d only just stepped beneath the water of the dual showerheads, when there was a knock at the dressing room door.

“Ignore it,” Aiden murmured, kissing the side of her neck. “Maybe they’ll go away.”

Dani didn’t have any problem with that suggestion until she heard Jett’s voice through the door.

“Dani? You all in there?” Jett yelled. There was the sound of other voices, all chattering away in the hallway. She recognized every voice, every laugh.

There were only a handful of people she wouldn’t ignore in lieu of a shower with her guys. And they were apparently standing right outside the dressing room.

“Give me a minute,” Dani yelled back. “Changing my clothes.”

Neither Bryson nor Aiden called her to task for answering. In fact, Bryson had immediately started doing a quick clean—hair and body, sluicing off the soap and stepping out.

She and Aiden followed suit, showering off the sweat quickly, before turning off the water and drying off.

Bryson had always been the quickest to get ready. The man could, as he liked to say, “shit, shower, shave and be out the door in five minutes.”

Crude, but accurate, Dani decided as Bryson threw on a clean t-shirt and shorts. He left her and Aiden drying off in the bathroom, closing the door behind them so he could let their guests in.

Bryson had become particularly close to Caleb when her foster brother had given him the ink he’d always wanted on his left pec. Dani had to admit. The new tat was hot.

Dani dressed quicker when she heard Mama Lewis talking to Bryson about the show. She was dying to hear what she thought of it.

Loud cheers greeted her when she stepped into the room.

“What are you guys doing in here?” Dani asked. “You’re going to miss the main act. Lucas Bryan is terrific.”

Justin shrugged, unconcerned that they’d just vacated front row seats at a sold out concert. “We already saw the good stuff. The three of you were amazing. Twenty bucks says Lucas What’s-His-Name is opening for you within a year.”

Aiden grinned and slapped her brother on the back. “Man, I wouldn’t mind that.”

“You’re our star, Dani,” Mama said, walking over to hug her. “My God. You were just incredible.”

Chloe came up next to give Dani a hug. “Mama cried when you dedicated that song to her.”

“I didn’t cry, Chloe,” Mama Lewis said. “I just had something in my eye.”

Dani giggled, knowing it was a lie. Even as she spoke, Mama Lewis had tears in her eyes.

“It was a beautiful song, baby girl.”

She sensed Mama Lewis wanted to say more, but couldn’t. Dani felt a lump form in her own throat. She’d written the song shortly after returning to Nashville. The lyrics had practically fallen out of her. It was a song about being lost, then found again and the undying love of a mother. As soon as it was finished, she’d sung it for the guys and Benji and they’d all insisted that it needed to be included on their first album. The music company agreed.

Given the response of tonight’s audience, Dani suspected the song would begin to see some airplay soon.

“I wouldn’t be here tonight if it weren’t for you,” Dani said.

Mama Lewis shook her head and started to disagree, but Dani wouldn’t let her lessen the importance of her role. She’d taken Dani out of a terrifying, loveless home and given her a safe place to stay, unconditional love and the courage to reveal parts of herself that might never have seen the light of day.

“You told me I could sing. You were the first person to ever tell me my voice was beautiful. Then you bought me that guitar and encouraged me to explore, to let my talent grow. The guitar was the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Mama Lewis smiled, not bothering to hide her tears any longer. She opened her arms and Dani walked toward her as the two of them embraced for several moments.

“I love you so much, Dani. And I’m so very proud of the woman you’ve become.”

When they broke apart, Jett was there, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “What do you say we go out and celebrate? Take Bourbon Street by storm.”

Aiden chuckled. “Jesus. Is that even possible? That place is wilder than a Midwest tornado and that’s on a weeknight.”

Carissa took Jett’s hands. “We can kick off the bar crawl at the Royal Lunch. Hurricanes are on the house.”

Bryson walked over, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles. “What do you say, bird? Want to hit the town? Show the Big Easy how we do it back in Nashville.”

“I’m in.” She took Bryson and Aiden’s hands as they followed her family out of the arena.

And when she crawled into bed with them six hours later—six hours!—she realized it had indeed been the very best day of her life.

To read more about the Lewis family, check out these other stories in the Big Easy series, available now!

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