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

brushed a soft kiss over her mouth before leaning lower still. He closed his lips around a nipple, the intense heat of his mouth making her moan her pleasure out loud.
    “Is he doing it right, sweetheart?” Caleb cupped one ass cheek with his big hand before he, too, claimed a kiss. He was rougher than Ryan, a darker flavor. Different but still very good. They kissed her, applying suction together, the sensations making her knees weaken, her folds wetter, plunging her into neediness.
    Caleb wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her upright with his strength. “Bedroom.”
    Seconds later, she bounced on the mattress, catching the hungry expressions on their faces. Two tom cats eyeing a mouse. “You’re looking at me as if I’m dinner.”
    Ryan’s hands went to the button fly on his jeans, and she tracked the move, noting the bulge at his groin. He paused, and met her gaze, his pale blue eyes glittering with amusement. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
    “Let me see the goods,” she said, gesturing with her right hand.
    Ryan watched her from under heavy lids. “I want to remember you like this, all mussed and sexy. That challenge curving your lips. Your beautiful breasts marked by our mouths.”
    Ryan peeled off his jeans and boxer-briefs together, letting his erection spring out, diverting her attention.
    “Nice,” she whispered.
    Ryan dropped onto the mattress at her side, the warmth of his body sending her pulse leaping to heady heights. His cock dug into her leg, large and hard and oh, so tempting.
    “Your turn,” she ordered Caleb.
    This was a gift. These two men were good and decent. Not once since her arrival at their flat had she felt sleazy or threatened.
    Caleb scrambled from his remaining clothes and joined them on the bed, taking the other side so she was sandwiched in the middle. She rubbed against them both, subtly teasing while her hands wandered. She tested golden masculine flesh with her mouth, her teeth, her fingertips.
    Ryan stroked her rib cage, tongued the tiny sparkling belly ring at her navel. Her hips arched upward in silent invitation. Luckily Ryan was no dummy and read her hint. While Caleb kissed her mouth and played with her breasts, Ryan went south. Desire tightened her stomach, hummed through her insistently, no longer a low-level pulse.
    “Yes,” she whispered, quivering because she was so desperate for a greater intimacy. “I need…I need your fingers, your tongue.” She could smell her arousal, the scent intertwined with the men’s heady musk and the faint trace of soap.
    Ryan roughly parted her legs to stare at her. “Aw, beautiful. Caleb, you have to see this. She’s swollen and wet. So pretty.” Ryan’s voice was thick, gritty.
    “Of course because I want you,” she muttered. “You’re both gorgeous and seem to know what you’re doing.” Heat gathered in her cheeks, unusual because she didn’t blush.
    “Are we embarrassing you?” Ryan winked at Caleb and the heat in her face intensified.
    “Are you going to do something instead of staring holes in me?”
    “She wants us to do something,” Ryan said to Caleb. With a gentle forefinger, he parted her folds while Caleb watched with close attention. Ryan swirled his finger and lifted it to his mouth. Helplessly, she watched him lick it clean. A corresponding twinge of her clit pulled a frustrated moan from her.
    “Sweetheart, you’re beautiful. Every part of you.” Caleb touched her too, running a finger through her juices and raising it to his mouth to taste.
    Julia bit her bottom lip, her muscles straining as she rolled her hips upward in silent entreaty. One touch and they’d push her over the edge. She shivered as Ryan sprawled on the mattress again and froze as his warm breath puffed over her inner thighs.
    God, that felt good. Just a little higher.
    “Come up here,” she said to Caleb. “Let me touch you.” She needed something to do, some way to mute this weird urge to beg. She