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  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 re
ference 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.

  “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 s
truggled 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.

  Chapter Four

  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.”