Triple Beat-nook (7 page)

Aiden’s hand landed on top of Bryson’s still buried beneath her panties. She suspected he meant to stop what was happening, but what he’d actually done was push Bryson’s fingers deeper. The tips of them grazed the opening to her body. She gasped, her hips flying toward the touch, seeking out more.

Whatever Aiden’s original intention, it appeared he’d lost sight of it. “Jesus, Dani. You’re so wet.”

She would have expected that comment to embarrass her, to leave her blushing. Instead it sent another rush of moisture to her pussy.

Dani was beyond all reason. Her libido had taken complete control. She reached for her shirt and tugged it over her head, hoping it would offer her some air, cool her off. She was on fire.

Aiden and Bryson took action the moment her breasts were bared. Aiden cupped both her breasts in his hands, his mouth moving from nipple to nipple as he sucked, nipped and pinched.

Bryson tugged her panties down, not stopping until they’d cleared her feet. “Put her on her back.”

Dani was tempted to remind Bryson she was there and perfectly capable of moving, but as Aiden lightly pushed on her shoulder, shifting her into position, she realized that somewhere along the line, she’d gone boneless along with mindless.

Aiden quickly resumed his place at her breasts, but that touch became secondary to the new one Bryson introduced.

He shifted on the mattress until he was kneeling between her suddenly outstretched legs. Bryson had lost no time pressing them open. It was as if she was made of clay and he was the master sculptor. A streak of electricity ran along her spine as the word
master
took on another meaning.

The men were definitely in control here. That wasn’t something she’d ever experienced before, her previous affairs more a game of give and take, tit for tat.

Tonight, she’d relinquished the reins without even realizing it. It didn’t appear Bryson or Aiden were in any hurry to give them back.

She hissed when Bryson leaned down, sucking her clit into his mouth. Her back arched off the mattress.

She’d never been the object of such wicked, wonderful attention. It was too damn much and she struggled to hold on.

“Please,” she said again. She had no idea what the hell she was asking for, but it didn’t matter. Neither man stopped.

Aiden pinched one nipple as he continued to suck on the other. Bryson pressed two thick fingers inside her pussy as he nipped at her clit.

Dani’s hands fisted the sheet beneath her but it offered no purchase, no foundation. She was floating, helpless. That idea might have bothered her if she didn’t love it so much.

Then Bryson added a third finger to the two already pulsing inside her. It filled her almost to the point of pain. She considered the cock he’d been pressing against her back earlier and suspected his fingers were nothing compared to the size of that.

But that didn’t scare her as much as it excited her.

She imagined Bryson shedding his boxers and pushing that thick cock inside her. And then, just like that, she came. Hard. Loud.

Her body trembled as each man continued their sensual assault. Apparently her orgasm wasn’t the final act in this show.

Which meant…

“God! Yes!” she yelled, even as her climax began to wane. She wanted more.

Needed it.

Aiden stopped her from saying anything else when he released her breasts and moved up, his lips claiming hers in a kiss so sexy, it stole her breath.

Bryson didn’t give up his spot between her legs, his fingers still stroking, though his rhythm had slowed.

After a few moments, Aiden lifted his head and Dani spotted the first traces of doubt, of question in his eyes. “Dani. Are we…can we?”

She knew what he was asking, but she couldn’t respond. She had no idea what came next. Or at least what
should
come next.

She wanted them. Badly. Both of them. That concept alone left her drowning in an ocean full of
what the hells
and
why nots
?

But she wasn’t a threesome girl. Wasn’t some wild and crazy, throw-caution-to-the-wind kind of woman. She suspected it would take her a good twenty years to sift through what had already happened here and come up with an explanation that made sense to her.

“I…I…” She couldn’t tell them to stop. That would kill her. But she couldn’t tell them to go on either.

Bryson took the decision away from both of them. He rose from the bed, stripping off his boxers. Dani’s gaze raked him from head to…well…cock. Her eyes stopped drifting south once they’d hit pay dirt. She licked her lips.

“It’s too late to stop now,” Bryson said.

She wasn’t sure if that was right or wrong, but she knew what he meant. Dani could never call a halt to this. She wanted it too fucking much.

Aiden slowly raised his hand, pointing to the nightstand. “Check the drawer, Bry. I noticed the nightstand in our room was fully stocked. Apparently the execs at the label believe in safe sex.”

Bryson gave his friend a crooked grin, and then opened the drawer. His eyes widened. “Jesus. Talk about variety. Anybody got a color preference?”

Dani giggled, her nerves getting the better of her. Aiden lifted her chin with strong fingers under her jaw. “Bryson was wrong. We can stop. And we will if this isn’t what you want. You’re in control, Dani. Say no and we go back to our room.”

She shook her head, then saw them both freeze, their faces troubled. Her brain finally engaged. “No,” she said hastily, sitting up then realizing that answer made it even worse. “I’m not saying no. I don’t want to stop.”

Bryson released a long breath.

Aiden smiled. “Thank God. I meant what I said, but I’m not going to lie and say it would have been easy to leave this room.”

“Blue balls hurt like a son of a bitch,” Bryson added.

Dani started to laugh, but the sound died in her throat when she watched him pull out a condom then toss a second to Aiden, who’d risen as well.

She wasn’t thinking this through. Two men. Two cocks. One of her.

“How…” She instantly regretted opening her mouth. There was no way she was finishing that question.

Bryson chuckled as he returned to the bed. “We’ll take turns, Dani. I don’t think you’re experienced enough for the other options.”

Now that he’d said that, the stubborn, horny part of her that had no sense of self-restraint
really
wanted the other options.

But his words left her with another, more pressing question. One she didn’t have a problem voicing. “Have you two done this before?”

Aiden shook his head. “No. Never. Truth is I can’t believe we’re doing it now.”

She was grateful for his honesty. “Well. In for a penny. In for a pound.” She picked up the condom Bryson had tossed Aiden’s way as he shrugged out of his boxers. Dani bit her lower lip. Neither man was lacking in the penis department.

So much for pennies. She was definitely looking at pounds.

Bryson wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, drawing her attention to him. “Don’t look so nervous, bird.”

She grinned at his term of endearment. They’d taken to calling her their songbird in the early days of their association, but somewhere along the line that had been shortened to simply
bird
. It comforted her.

She tore open the foil wrapper, her hands shaking as she reached out for Aiden. He gripped her wrists to steady her, and together they slid the condom over his erection.

Aiden glanced at Bryson, who waved his hand, silently giving Aiden the green light to go first.

Aiden guided Dani to her back, coming over her. He kept his motions slow, giving her time to change her mind.

She loved him for that.

Love. That wasn’t a new emotion in regards to Aiden and Bryson. They were her best friends. Her love for them had been there for a long time.

But this was different. The feeling had morphed somehow. Changed. It was stronger. More overwhelming. Frightening in a way, where before it had only felt like comfortable old shoes or jeans that had been broken in just right.

Now? Now it felt exciting, exhilarating, dangerous and terrifying. It no longer felt like something she’d never let go of as much as something it would kill her to lose.

If Aiden was experiencing the same, he didn’t show it. He knelt between her legs, his face only a few inches above hers.

Her lungs seized when she felt the head of his cock brush against the opening of her body. Aiden held her gaze, his eyes capturing hers, keeping her steady. That was when she saw it—spotted the tiniest speck of fear behind the deep blue. He knew they were on the verge of something big.

“Dani.” He leaned down to kiss her softly. “I don’t know if this is a mistake or not, but I can’t help myself, can’t convince myself to stop and think. Right now, it feels right.”

She nodded. “It does. So maybe it is.”

He closed his eyes then, her words reassuring him. She wished they’d had the same effect on her. Her heart was racing, pounding.

She wouldn’t lose them. She couldn’t.

Aiden slowly slid in, his long cock stroking, seeking, finding every hot spot along the way. And then, he was there. Buried deep.

He kissed her cheek and gave her the same playful smile he’d been tossing her way for years. Then he shook his head. “Jesus. What the hell are we doing?” There was no regret in his voice. Instead, he sounded far too pleased with what was most likely very poor judgment.

She grinned. “I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure it’s called fucking.”

Bryson dropped down onto the bed next to them. Though he’d been quietly watching, Dani hadn’t forgotten his presence for a second.

Bryson’s hand was stroking his own thick erection. “I think the right word is stalling. Christ, man. Get on with it or get out. My cock is aching.”

Dani rolled her eyes. “I think I’ve spotted the mistake. We put the king of impatience second in the line-up.”

Aiden laughed, the response sending his cock deeper. They both gasped. “Fuck, Dani.”

He’d been trying to resist. Like her, he probably thought his brain would kick in any minute, but Dani could see now that wasn’t going to happen.

“Do it,” she whispered.

Aiden took the permission granted and drove every remaining cognizant thought from her head. He was known for being the methodical one in the group, the man with a plan who proceeded slowly, with careful forethought. Dani had always thought he’d missed his calling, telling him he was born to be a scientist.

Sometimes that drove her nuts when they were working on a new song or planning their performance schedule because it meant everything took twice as long as details were examined and double-checked. That same annoyance did not carry over into the bedroom.

Aiden was the most attentive lover she’d ever had. He listened to her moans and groans and had her number in less than five minutes. Dani felt the first twinges of her orgasm way too early in the dance. She’d never come so quickly and never without helping the climax along herself. Aiden seemed to know her body better than she did.

When he found a magic little spot inside her that she didn’t know existed, she gasped and gripped his upper arms, her body tingling.

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “Got you,” he teased seductively.

Hook, line and sinker.

He stroked the spot again and Dani shuddered. “Ohmigod.”

She had no idea where Aiden was in the process, but she feared there was no way she’d be able to wait for him. He tackled the spot again. Then again. And once more. It was the end of her. She cried out as her orgasm exploded.

Dani was surprised when Aiden stiffened above her, his face twisted, revealing his pleasure.

“So damn good. God, Dani.” Their hot breaths mingled, driving the temperature in the overwarm room even higher. The humidity in New Orleans didn’t hold a candle to the heat they were producing in this air-conditioned bedroom.

After a few moments, Aiden pushed himself to the side, though leaving her seemed to take some effort. She understood the feeling. She felt empty without him.

Bryson stroked her hair away from her face. “Okay?”

She nodded. He held her gaze, clearly torn. Did he really think she’d let things end here? Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around his neck and tugged him close.

Bryson followed her lead, kissing her. His lips were harder, hungrier than Aiden’s had been, but she’d expected that. She’d become accustomed to her polar opposite best friends. Aiden’s quiet, thoughtful nature was a direct contrast to Bryson’s charge-in-with-guns-blazing-ask-questions-later attitude. She had always thought that was what made them such an amazing team. Aiden was yin to Bryson’s yang.

It worked onstage.

And it sure as hell worked in the bedroom.

Bryson slowly rolled to his back, dragging her with him. She straddled his hips as they continued to kiss. His cock brushed against her stomach, clueing her in to two truths. One, he was already sheathed, and two, he was freaking huge.

She pushed herself up, her curiosity getting the best of her as she glanced down.

“Shit,” she whispered.

Bryson chuckled. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“That was totally not where I was going with that.”

Aiden was lying on his stomach, watching them, looking tired but pleased. “Ever heard that expression
hung like a moose
?”

“Haven’t you ever heard the guys in the band call me moose?”

Dani had, but she’d had no idea what it was in reference too. “You aren’t helping.”

Bryson urged her to rise as he gripped his cock, pressing the head to the opening of her body. “Take as much as you can. As much as you want.”

She bit her lip, but neither hell nor high water was going to stop her now. She’d already had two mind-blowing orgasms and she was feeling greedy. She’d passed the point of no return, her body demanding more.

Resting her hands on his chest, she slowly slid down on his thick erection. Bryson’s hands remained on her hips, but he didn’t seek to drive her movement. True to his word, he let her choose the pace.

Both men watched her. Rather than feeling self-conscious about her nudity, she felt beautiful, sexy.