Free Triple Beat-nook by Mari Carr

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