Free Past Regrets: Love and Friendship, Book 2 by Shelley Munro Page A

chance to reply, and she automatically fell into step with him. The music didn’t quite fit her expectations either. That would teach her to make snap judgments.
    “Fifties music?” she asked.
    She felt a body move behind her and another set of masculine hands touched her, cupping her hips gently as he swayed to the rhythm. Julia relaxed, enjoying the music and the feel of two hard male bodies corralling her.
    “It’s one of the things we have in common,” Ryan murmured against her ear. “We enjoy music from different eras.”
    Ryan lowered his head to kiss the corner of her mouth. Caleb rubbed his body against her ass. Both men had erections, and the knowledge sent a bolt of lust spearing to her pussy. Her hands wandered under shirts, over bare skin, mapping Ryan’s shoulders, tracing the tattoo that disappeared under his T-shirt sleeve and testing Caleb’s biceps. She licked Ryan’s lips, encouraging him to open for her. The crisp taste of beer and a spicy masculine flavor hit her taste buds, and her fingers curled into his shoulders, forcibly holding her to him.
    Behind her, Caleb nuzzled her neck, his warm mouth sucking and nibbling. A nip of teeth sent a jolt of pain through her, the stroke of a tongue soothing the tender spot. A shiver followed on the heels of the sting, resulting in increased moisture between her thighs. He’d leave a mark, but she didn’t care. This amount of pleasure was worth the price of a little ribald teasing from her friends during the coming days.
    Then she ceased to think about anything except the feelings surging through her hypersensitive body. Ryan’s lips and tongue stroked hers, seduced and tempted her. Caleb’s hands slid beneath the silky midnight blue fabric of her camisole top, his calloused fingertips dragging sensually over her warm skin. His hands moved higher until they nudged the undersides of her breasts. Her imagination did the rest, shunting arousal to every inch of her body.
    Her eyelids lowered, screening her eyes, her lips moving against Ryan’s. The man could really kiss, and she appreciated his lack of haste. Somehow, most of their clothes disappeared, hitting the floor one by one.
    “I can’t wait to taste your beautiful pink nipples. I’m going to suck one deep into my mouth and play it with my tongue until it’s hard and needy,” Ryan said.
    “And I’m going to suck on the other one so you experience every sensation twofold.”
    It was amazing how she could tell one man from the other already. Caleb’s voice was a touch deeper. Both were sexy, but of the two, Ryan had the edge. She’d always had a thing for men with dark hair. That it came with sexy blue eyes was a real bonus.
    “Do you enjoy touching yourself?” The soft question was whispered in her ear and her eyes shot open. She found one man on either side of her. They moved well for big men. She hadn’t heard a thing.
    “Of course. I know what I like.”
    “Yet tonight you’re letting us touch you.” Ryan reached out, letting his hand hover over her breast. It was so close all she needed to do was take a deep breath and he’d graze her nipple.
    “Variety is good.” Huskiness coated her voice, told of her arousal.
    “Most women want to settle down and have a family.” Caleb’s words held a question, yet she didn’t feel as if he were judging her.
    “I haven’t found a man who engages my interest.” Julia shrugged her shoulders hard enough for her breasts to bounce. Ah, contact .
    Twin grins bloomed. Caleb and Ryan worked in tandem, playing with her breasts, plucking and tweaking. Pinching. Stroking. Driving her to distraction while she tried to concentrate on the questions they asked.
    “So you don’t believe in divorce?” Ryan asked.
    Julia huffed out a laugh that ended on a needy groan. “This is the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had during a one-night stand.”
    “Maybe we’re not your average men,” Caleb said.
    Ryan didn’t answer. Instead he bent and