Triple Beat-nook(27)

Aiden glanced at his cell phone. “It’s a little past ten now. Did you want to do anything this morning?”

Dani flushed, her eyes fixated on her plate. Her pink cheeks told them exactly what she’d like to do, and it had nothing to do with the beignets.

Bryson considered Aiden’s comment from earlier. His friend believed last night wasn’t a fluke. Clearly Aiden refused to accept there wouldn’t be a return engagement.

Bryson hoped he was right. Then he decided to test the theory.

Reaching for her chair, Bryson tugged on it until he’d turned it away from the table and toward him. Dani’s knees were between his outstretched thighs. The quick movement caught her unaware, so she reached out to steady herself, her hands gripping his upper arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked when he lifted her t-shirt over her head.

Bryson fought to appear nonchalant, casual, as he replied, “Eating breakfast.”

He picked up a beignet. However, rather than take a bite, he shook some of the powdered sugar from it, letting the white flakes rain over her breasts. Then he handed it to her. “Here, hold this.”

She took the beignet he shoved into her hand. Once again, he moved quickly, not giving her time to guess his intentions or counter them.

Bryson leaned forward and ran his tongue over her breasts, the sweetness of the sugar nothing compared to the salty tang of Dani’s skin. They’d worked up quite a sweat the previous night. He liked that there was still evidence, proof that he hadn’t imagined it.

Once he’d cleaned off the powder, he leaned back to study her response to his touch. Her cheeks were red, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“Bryson,” she whispered. If she wanted to tell him to stop, it didn’t look like she could form the words.

That thought made him more determined to keep her speechless. He shifted so that his knees were inside hers, pressing her thighs open.

Aiden had been a quiet observer, but Bryson hadn’t worried about his response. His friend wanted this as much as he did.

When Bryson reached for her *, Aiden stood, no longer content to be apart. He positioned himself behind her chair, his hands wrapping around to cup her breasts.

“I thought we weren’t…” Dani’s words faded when Bryson shoved her panties aside and pressed two fingers inside her *. Denial was pointless. She was soaking wet.

Her eyes closed as she blew out a long breath. “Ganging. Up. On me,” she gasped.

Bryson chuckled. “I want to see you come again, Dani.”

Her lids lifted and he gave her a look that said he wouldn’t be denied.

She raised one eyebrow, her expression pure smartass. “You don’t really expect me to say no to that, do you?”

Aiden laughed softly, then squeezed her breasts. Dani inhaled, her head falling back to rest against Aiden’s stomach.

“Do your worst,” she dared.

Bryson preferred to give her his best. Hoped that she’d want what he gave her as much as she craved those damn doughnuts. Even twelve years later.

He stroked his thumb against her clit as his fingers continued to move inside. Aiden had released her breasts, turning his attention to just her nipples. He circled the areolas with his forefingers, and then added his thumbs, pinching the distended tips. Bryson watched as his friend slowly added pressure. They’d both seen traces of Dani’s wild side last night.

She wasn’t afraid of a little pain and there was definitely a healthy amount of kink behind her inexperience.

As Aiden’s pinch tightened, Dani’s breathing sped. Bryson sucked in the sweet scent of her breath, however, he resisted leaning in for a taste.

His preference this morning was for something a little stronger, coffee over doughnuts. Sliding off his chair, he dropped to his knees between her legs. Dani’s hands flew to his head when he tugged her panties to her ankles, placed his lips around her clit and sucked.

“Holy mother.” Dani’s fingers tugged at his hair. Not to dislodge him, but to urge him on. He didn’t need the provocation. Nothing short of her climax on his tongue would compel him to stop now.

With his head between her legs, he lost sight of what Aiden was doing to her tits, but he could tell from her soft moans, she liked it. A lot.

Adding his own fuel to the fire, Bryson nipped her clit with his teeth, testing some limits of his own.

Dani’s grip in his hair became almost painful, but Bryson didn’t bother to tug her hands away. She wasn’t fighting, wasn’t resisting this. That was a pretty heady realization.