Triple Beat-nook(37)

Aiden rose at the hostility in her voice. “Dani. What’s going on?”

She closed her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. Being back is stirring up some things. Things I need to figure out and deal with. I can’t do that with you guys here.”

Bryson snorted. “And there’s another non-answer.”

Dani lifted her chin angrily. “Why can’t you just listen to what I’m saying? I need to be alone.”

Bryson stepped in front of her when she started back toward her room. He cupped her face and saw the sadness in her eyes. “That’s the last thing you need, bird.”

Before she could respond, he kissed her. He didn’t bother to keep it gentle, to try to cajole her or ease her into this. He wanted her, and not just physically. He loved her and he knew she felt the same, but something was holding her back, keeping her from reaching out for what was right there in front of them all.

Dani pressed against his chest, but the shove was short-lived. Within seconds, her attempts at pushing him away faded, her hands rising until she wrapped them around his neck. He moved two steps forward until he had her pressed against the wall. It allowed him to lean closer. He wanted her to feel what she did to him. His cock was hard, throbbing.

He forced her lips open with his, demanding entrance. He couldn’t let her pull away from him—from them—again.

“Dammit, Dani,” he whispered against her cheek. “Can’t you see that this is right?”

Dani’s teeth scraped his jaw and neck as they continued to cling, marking each other like wild animals.

Bryson wasn’t sure how long they touched, tasted, scratched and bit. He suspected he could have stood there with her in his arms for years.

They broke apart when a hard fist pounded the wall by their heads.

Aiden stood next to them, his eyes dark with desire, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in air. “Get in the bedroom.”

“Yes,” Dani hissed. “God. Yes.”

Bryson bent and picked her up, carrying her into her room as Aiden led the way.

Bryson dropped her onto the mattress, following her down before she could attempt to rise. He felt a dip in the bed as Aiden joined them.

Dani gripped his shirt, tearing at the material in her attempt to get him naked. He felt the same sense of urgency.

For three days, they’d been swimming in a thick brew of unrequited lust and sexual hunger. They’d fasted when they should have been feasting.

“Make me forget,” Dani pleaded. “Make it all go away.”

Bryson hesitated, torn between continuing and demanding that she explain her request. Aiden didn’t share that need. He stripped out of his clothes, tossing them to the floor, before dragging Dani’s shirt over her head.

Bryson was left to rise and catch up as Aiden fell next to Dani on the bed. The two of them rolled around on the mattress, kissing, clinging, desperate.

Once he was also naked, Bryson didn’t bother to join them. Instead, he watched for several minutes as he ran his hand over his raging erection. He was in pain, but unwilling to rush this. Every time he thought they were taking a step forward, Dani found some way to shove them back.

What they shared was still too tenuous, too fragile. If Dani kept resisting this—refusing them—he needed to make this time count because he was afraid it may be the last.

Aiden and Dani broke apart briefly and he realized they were both looking for him. He grinned, and then joined them.

She wanted to forget, but Bryson wanted to remember…every minute, every second.

Bryson turned to lie on his back. “Climb on, bird.”

Dani straddled his hips enthusiastically. He hoped that excitement didn’t waver when he told her what he wanted to do next. This interlude wasn’t going to be like the last. Though he wanted to go slow, time wasn’t on his side. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was now or never.

She lifted until he was poised at the entrance to her hot *. The past few days had obviously been difficult for all of them. Dani was wet and ready. She sank down faster than the last time, her trepidation over his size gone. Now that she knew he fit, her anxiety had given way to eagerness.

Once he was seated to the hilt, she started to rise again. He gripped her upper thighs tightly, holding her down. “No. Lean forward, Dani.”

She gave him a quizzical look, but their wild lady had yet to refuse them. While the previous requests had been tame, this time he was going to push her limits.