...She’d loved them both so much. Sometimes she’d been envious of the closeness they seemed to share, had wanted to be a part of it. She guessed it was just a guy thing—they’d always seemed more like brothers than best friends. But would brothers even have been willing to share a girlfriend? Somehow she doubted it. Back then she hadn’t wanted to reason the acceptance of their strange situation. The worst part was that she’d thought if she chose one of them everything they had would break apart, and she couldn’t bear hurting either one of them, or losing what they had.

She’d opted for the coward’s way out and hightailed it out of town. At least they would have their friendship intact, even if it did mean she would be alone. But the span of time had possibly changed things—and none of them were attached right now.

Without preamble, Derek dropped forward and claimed her lips. His arms came out to steady her as his tongue pressed between her lips. He tasted hard and male with a tinge of beer at the edges, the saltiness of peanuts, and a swirling heat began to invade her pussy.

She remembered one particular night when he’d brought along a six-pack after their high school team had won a particularly difficult game and he wanted to celebrate. But not the way one would have expected.

He’d taken one of the cold cans, popped it open and slowly poured it over her breasts. Her nipples had tightened as the cold liquid struck them and then he’d licked every bit off her body with his tongue and mouth. The remainder of the beer had gone unopened. But she remembered the scent in the air that night—his, hers, and the beer.

Before she really had a chance to respond to the kiss in the way she wanted, he pulled back. She looked up at him and saw a smile lingering at the corner of his lips.

“I wanted to see if you tasted as good as I remembered.”

“And?” she breathed, her heart thumping in her chest.

“Well, you look all business-like in that sexy white suit, but underneath you’re the same hot babe I remember.” Chuckling and with that devilish twinkle in his eyes she remembered so well, he pivoted around and opened the door to the apartment, stepping inside. “Hey, Mason, we’ve got a visitor.”