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strength I had in my knees threatened to give out when I returned to the bedroom.
    Two naked women lying on the bed, arms wrapped around each other, legs entangled. An embrace that could only be described as every heterosexual man’s perfect wet dream.
    “Ah. There you are.” Sarah smirked as Georgia ran her hand down Sarah’s thigh. “We wondered where you were. Got bored waiting, so we started without you.”
    “Don’t hold back on my account.” I stepped toward the bed before pausing. This was a sight I had to drink in. Treasure. I wondered if they’d let me take pictures.
    “Of course we won’t.” Georgia laughed and leaned back against me as I joined them on the bed. I curved my body against her back perfectly. “But if you want us to do something, we’re not psychic. You have to tell us.”
    “So we know,” Sarah put in.
    “So we know exactly what you want as a gift,” Georgia said. “And we’ll give it to you.”
    “Anything?” My eyebrows shot up. Well, as if this day could get any better…
    Sarah nodded. “Sure, why not? Your birthday, your call.”
    “You know me,” Georgia put in. “Willing to try anything, especially if I get off on it too.”
    “Jesus.” I flopped onto my back, staring up at the ceiling in wonderment. I willed my cock back to life. I didn’t want to see my next birthday without experiencing a double-header blowjob. No man should go to his grave without having at least one. “I hope there’s some Red Bull in the fridge; I swear you ladies are gonna be the death of me.”
    “What a way to go, though, right?” Sarah asked.
    “I am so with you there.” I chuckled, taking a deep breath and propping myself up as best I could, leaning back on my forearms. “I don’t know what the hell I did in a former life to deserve this, but I fully intend to use up every last one of my karma points tonight.”
    “Me first, though.” Georgia turned over to face me and every one of her curves molded against the contours of my body. “It’s only fair.”
    “Well, never let it be said Reece Hutton isn’t a gentleman,” I said in mock resignation, sliding an arm round her waist.
    Happy. Fucking. Birthday.
    * * *
    Sarah’s philosophy was “Always the guest star, never the main attraction.” She chose a shower and a mug of coffee over our invite for her to stay the night. “Besides, that bed’s made for two people, not three,” she added.
    “There’s been three people in it for a couple of hours,” Georgia pointed out.
    “Yes, but we’ve all been on top of one another.” Sarah looked over the rim of her coffee mug at me. “And while that’s okay for the birthday boy, it doesn’t make for a comfortable night’s sleep, does it? And I’m exhausted. I don’t know how you handle him on your own, Geo.”
    “Oh, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
    “I’ll just bet you do.” Sarah giggled, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell I’d done to land on my feet like this. A girlfriend willing to give me anything I wanted for my birthday, and her best friend had the same attitude. “Anyway. I’m gonna get off home now.” She drained her mug and set it down on the kitchen countertop. “Thanks for the coffee. And the orgasms. Both of you.” We all snorted with laughter at that point, and I, personally, sent up a blasphemous prayer of thanks that there was little to no post-threesome awkwardness.
    Mind you, Hutton, it would have been damn worth it even if there had been. How many men can rightfully say they’ve—
    “I’ll call you a cab,” Georgia threw over her shoulder as she left the kitchen for the living room. “Which means I won’t see Reece kissing you good night.”
    “She’s an incredible woman,” Sarah commented, stepping closer to me, hands behind her back. Head inclined, she exposed her neck. Offered it, almost.
    “She certainly is.” I cupped her face and ran the tip of my tongue from the base of Sarah’s neck up to her earlobe.