Triple Beat-nook (8 page)

“Halfway there,” Bryson murmured.

She giggled, her concentration wavering. She was full, but damn if it didn’t feel good. So good, in fact, she got brave and pressed down fast, taking in the rest of him with one swift thrust. She gasped as Bryson moaned.

The sound triggered something primal inside her. She wasted no time moving on to the good stuff. She lifted her hips until just the head of his cock remained, then she pushed down again. Harder this time.

There was the slightest pinch as he filled her, but it only made her want more. She’d never been much for pain—she cried over paper cuts—but there was something about this burn that felt good.

As she set a steady rhythm, bouncing up and down, Bryson’s fingers tightened on her hips, giving her subtle signals when she did something he particularly liked. She began to pay attention, wanting him to love this as much as she did.

She glanced to the side when she felt Aiden sit up and shift closer. She stilled when he came behind her, his legs straddling Bryson’s, his bare chest rubbing against her back.

Bryson’s eyes narrowed, not with wariness as much as curiosity. They’d already confessed this was a new experience for them as well. And while she was feeling overwhelmed and amazed and happier than she’d even been in her life, she didn’t have a single clue how they were feeling.

Apart from the obvious, of course.

Which was horny.

Dani started when Aiden’s arms came around her, his hands finding her breasts. He cupped them, slowly tightening his grip. Dani struggled to resume her pace, the new stimulation distracting in a wonderful way.

“Pinch her nipples,” Bryson said, his eyes locked on the show Aiden was providing.

For the first time since they’d started, Bryson began to direct her motions, his hands lifting her, and then drawing her back down. His hips tilted at the moment of impact, adding a dimension that had her vision going black with pleasure.

“God. I can’t…” Speech deserted her. There were simply too many sensations clamoring for dominance, demanding to be felt, experienced, enjoyed. Her mind told her she couldn’t take any more. That it was too much, even if it was fan-fucking-tastic. Her body had shut that complaint down quickly.

Aiden began to use his grip on her breasts to move her up and down on Bryson’s cock. The men were taking over, using their strength to control her. She loved it.

When Bryson’s fingers moved to her pussy, burrowing to find her clit, she gave up trying to hold back her orgasm.

He pressed on the tight nub firmly, stroking it in time with the motion of his cock inside her.

Game over.

She screamed, her body racked as lightning flashed, electricity sparked and stars exploded. She was consumed in a giant mass of white-hot flames.

Her next cognizant thought was that she could hear Bryson’s heart beating. She opened her eyes, somewhat surprised to find herself resting on top of him, her head pillowed by his chest, his strong arms embracing her.

Aiden was lying next to them, his head propped up by his hand. He smiled when her gaze landed on his face. “Welcome back.”

“Did I go somewhere?” How long was she lying there?

Bryson’s chest shook with silent laughter. “I think you might have passed out.”

She lifted her head, frowning. “No way. I’ve never fainted in my life.”

His face was entirely too smug. “What can I say? Aiden and I are good.”

If she’d been in her right frame of mind, she would have issued a putdown, simply because it was her job to keep her guys grounded, their feet firmly on the ground. She’d seen too many performers whose fame had gone straight to their head, which made them intolerable, selfish, conceited.

However, in this case, she was letting Bryson’s arrogance slide. It was well deserved.

“Wait.” She pushed up to her elbows. “You didn’t come.”

She was lethargic, so bonelessly sated, it hadn’t occurred to her until that moment that Bryson was still buried deep, still hard.

“Did you think we were finished?”

She shuddered at the deep timber of his question. His voice was rough and sexy as fuck. Just like that, she was ready for round two. Or three? Or was it four?

Dani tried to push herself upright, but her arms felt like jelly.

Bryson took over. He gently pushed her off, both of them groaning as his hard cock slid out, stroking overly sensitized tissue.

“God,” she gasped. Her pussy clenched, greedily attempting to hold him in.

“You’re killing me, Dani. It’s so goddamn good.”

There was no denying this was above and beyond, universes away from every other sexual encounter she’d ever had. There was no way in hell she’d ever top tonight.

Unless she could convince the guys to sign on for another night or twenty.

She dismissed that thought instantly. This had to be a one-night gig. An encore would be deadly to her heart, her sanity.

Before she could consider if she’d already let things go too far, Bryson had her on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. He knelt behind her, slowly pressing inside once more.

“Breathe, Dani.” Aiden lay on his back, watching her face. He cupped her cheek as he issued the reminder.

She released a long, hard breath as Bryson sank the rest of the way in. He was deeper this way. It was bliss.

Bryson’s hands gripped her hips as he set a new pace for them and Dani’s eyes closed. She gave up trying to think. If she’d learned anything in the past hour, it was pointless to strive for reason. This was beyond the cerebral. Here, together, in this bed it was as if they existed on an entirely different plane. It was physical, animalistic, spiritual. It was a song that didn’t need words.

Unlike her more timid rocking, Bryson knew what he wanted. His fingers tightened as he tugged her toward him, her ass slapping out a beat as it struck him.

Deeper, harder.

Where Aiden had offered expertise, Bryson gave her unbridled passion.

Aiden’s hand had dropped away from her face, but his attention was still there, still riveted on her expressions. She had no idea what he saw, but it seemed to please him.

“You like it hard,” Aiden whispered. “Like your pleasure tinged with pain.”

His discovery stirred Bryson on, gave him the permission to take off the kid gloves. Bryson’s hand tangled in her hair.

“Pull it,” she begged, loving the way his fingertips stroked her scalp, the way his tight grip had her pussy clenching around his huge cock.

Bryson pulled roughly, using his grasp to tug her up. Her back arched as he continued to thrust, her shoulders brushing against his chest. He didn’t release his hold on her hair and it added to the sensation of being possessed. Taken.

Her climax struck hard and fast, but this time she didn’t go down alone.

Bryson groaned. “So. Fucking. Tight.” He punctuated each word with a rough, hard thrust that sent a powerful current thrumming along her slick skin.

“Holy shit,” she whispered as she tumbled forward onto the mattress.

Bryson fell too and for several minutes the three of them simply lay there, lifeless, victims of their own avarice.

When Dani finally found enough air to speak, she struggled to find the words. “That was…was…”

Bryson chuckled. “Fucking awesome.”

“Yeah. Something like that.” And even though she genuinely agreed, now that she had landed, doubt was starting to creep in. “I’m not sure—”

Aiden reached out and clasped her hand in his. “Not tonight, Dani. Let’s just savor it for a little while.”

She nodded. “Okay. You’re right. It was awesome, just like Bryson said. I’m just not sure we should do it again.” Even as she spoke the words, she felt the sharp sting of regret. How the hell was she supposed to spend the next several
years
with these men and not want a repeat of that every single damn night of her life?

“Tomorrow,” Aiden whispered. “We’ll worry about it then.”

Though there was no answer in his response, for some reason, it comforted her. He was right. They had plenty of time to sort through what had happened. For tonight, she was too tired and too damn happy to let anxiety and fear in.

“Tomorrow,” she repeated, pleased that Aiden hadn’t let go of her hand and even more delighted when Bryson rolled to his side to face her, his hand resting on her stomach.

Her last cognizant thought before sleep came to claim her was,
I could get used to this
.

Aiden stumbled to the main room after carefully untangling himself from Dani’s sweet embrace. He wasn’t sure he’d ever woken up happier to find a naked woman wrapped around him. Typically, his morning-afters consisted of awkward conversations and rapid goodbyes. It had taken more strength than he thought he possessed to leave Dani and that warm bed.

He was drawn out by the realization that Bryson was no longer in the bed with them. That…and the smell of coffee.

Bryson turned as Aiden leaned against the counter that separated the kitchenette from the spacious sitting room. He lifted the pot, a silent question that Aiden answered with a nod.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Bryson poured both of them a cup, handed one to Aiden, then took a quick sip. He pointed to a menu on the counter near Aiden. “Thought we could order some room service for breakfast. I’m starving.”

Aiden felt the same hunger. They’d obviously worked up quite an appetite. “Sounds good.”

Despite his desire for food, he didn’t give the menu a second glance. He knew Bryson too well. Knew it was up to him to start the conversation or it would never be had.

“Are we going to talk about last night?”

Bryson shook his head. “Not interested in doing a bunch of analysis, Aiden. Running through the song, line by line, until you’re satisfied we’ve got every damn word just right.”

Aiden rolled his eyes. Bryson would exist in permanent jam-session mode if left to his own devices. “We can’t ignore what happened. Can’t pretend we both didn’t just fuck our best friend last night.” Aiden ran his hand through his hair as he spoke the truth aloud. “Jesus.”

“It’s fine, Aiden. It was good. Shit, it was better than good. But you heard Dani. It was a one-time thing. She’s not looking to expand on it.”

Aiden frowned. “That’s not what she said.”

Bryson set his cup down. “Yes, it is. She said we couldn’t do it again.”

Leave it to Bryson to hear what he was expecting to hear rather than the more subtle truth. “No. What she said was we
shouldn’t
. That’s different.”

Bryson snorted. “Only to you, Mr. Semantics.”

Aiden refused to be deterred. “Regardless of what Dani said, what did
you
think about it?”

Bryson looked down at his coffee cup, toying with the rim. Aiden had known this would be a difficult conversation for his friend. Bryson was the visceral one in their trio.

While Dani and Aiden wrote the love songs and broken-heart ballads filled with introspection and self-awareness, Bryson’s music and lyrics were simpler, running along the lines of “Friends in Low Places” and “Red Solo Cup”. His songs were destined to be feel-good, do-whatever-the-fuck-you-want, barroom staples, while Dani and Aiden wrote music that lent itself to weddings or was most likely to be accompanied by a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and a crying woman.

“It was hot.”

It was a simple answer. Exactly what Aiden expected for the first pass. “You didn’t mind that I was there?”

Bryson let out an exasperated groan and picked up his cup, walking to the couch. “Why do you do that? Why do you always have to go there? Why can’t we just say it was fun and move on?”

Aiden took a deep breath, trying to keep a cool head. He’d spent nearly a decade figuring out how to have difficult conversations with Bryson. It required a lot of patience, which Aiden usually had in abundance. This morning, however, he was on edge and struggling to figure out why. “Do you want to move on?”

Bryson narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“What if we didn’t just forget it? What if we expanded on it?”

Bryson didn’t reply immediately and Aiden thought he was looking at his own face reflected back at him. The desire to keep going was definitely there. Neither of them wanted last night to be a one-night stand.

“Doesn’t matter what we want. Dani doesn’t want that.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Bryson slammed down his coffee cup, ignoring when it splashed onto the table. Aiden should have expected the response. If he was feeling like a powder keg about to explode, no doubt Bryson was reaching critical mass. “No, I’m not okay with that! But I don’t remember us being given a choice. She said it couldn’t happen again, so that’s it.”

“No. That’s
not
it. There are three of us with a vested interest in how we proceed from here and we’re all capable of voicing our opinions. Neither one of us spoke up last night.”

Bryson raised an eyebrow in accusation. “You shut down the conversation. Pretty damn quick.”

Aiden dropped down into a chair, leaning back wearily. “We weren’t going to solve anything last night. We were still lust drunk.”

Bryson’s lips tipped up. “That would be a good title for a song. Remind me of that when I’m not still suffering from the condition. That was…just…fuck me.” His words were spoken so reverently Aiden almost laughed.

“Yeah. I didn’t see that coming.”

Bryson tilted his head, curious. “Seriously? I mean…you’ve never thought about doing it with Dani?”

Aiden lifted one shoulder then confessed, “I’ve thought about it a lot. Too much. But you were never there with us, bro.”

Bryson chuckled. “Ditto.” They fell silent for several minutes, sipping their coffee. Aiden wasn’t sure what was going through his friend’s mind, but he was replaying the previous night. Which was a mistake, as his cock twitched, stirred.

Finally, Bryson shifted, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at Aiden. “I didn’t mind that you were there. It sort of made it better.”

Aiden nodded slowly. He felt the same way.

Bryson continued, “It was like being on the same basketball team, passing the ball, the assist, the layup, the rebound. We were working together to score, to win.”