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  “Reece!” Georgia smacked my hand away, laughing when I put it right back where it had been, working at another button. “I spoke to Sarah at lunchtime.” She sighed when I undid the last button and pulled her blouse open.

  “And?” Running my fingertips over the swell of her breast, I waited for the catch in her throat and—there. Caught breath and I had her attention. “You were saying?”

  “It’s hard to keep my mind on the conversation when you’re doing that.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “You were telling me about Sarah.” Even pushing the cup of her bra aside, letting my palm touch the nipple as I cupped Georgia’s breast made me harder. God, I wanted her. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but whatever it was, I liked it. It wasn’t even the thought of Georgia and Sarah discussing what they’d met up to discuss; I’d been turned on before I got home.

  Maybe that was it. I’d known this conversation was coming. I’d known the time of confirmation or denial was soon.

  “She said yes.”

  My hand still on Georgia’s breast, I flinched, fingers contracting momentarily. “She said…?” The nipple hardened between my thumb and forefinger. “She said yes?” Cradling Georgia’s face in both hands, I kissed her, and straightaway our tongues met, not bothering with gentle overtures, just desperate, deep kisses, which came with familiarity and the certainty this was going to be fucking hot.

  Pulling away, Georgia managed to mutter, “She did,” before kissing me again and hooking her leg round mine.

  “I really have no idea what I did to deserve a woman like you, you know,” I murmured against her neck. Her skin was so soft and warm, I could touch her for hours without getting bored.

  “You must have been a dirty pervert in a former life.”

  “Works for me.” I listened for the gasp as I worked a fingertip past the edge of her thong; she always wore the briefest slivers of underwear, thank God. “Christ, you’re wet.”

  “Former life and—oh God, Reece.” Georgia pushed against me, and my finger slipped inside easily. And another. “And this one.”

  “You must have been thinking of me before I got home.”

  “I was thinking of you and Sarah.”

  Instant arousal jolted through me like electricity. “Fucking hell, Geo. You’re…”

  “Well, we have to do something to make your birthday go with a bang.”

  “It will that, all right.” It took reserves of self-control I didn’t know I had to move slowly, to stroke her from the inside and listen to the quiet gasps heaving her chest. She tried to resist pushing back against me; I knew it. And failed. With only two fingers moving against her G-spot, I was in control, her hips following me every time I threatened to withdraw.

  “Don’t stop.” Georgia gripped my arm, held it steady, and tried to push against me harder, but I resisted, moving away as she came forward. “Reece.”

  Laughing quietly, I let my breath whisper over her skin, the curve where her neck became shoulder. “If we get too carried away, I might have to take you into the bedroom and fuck you.”

  “Then do it.” Her voice, absent of hesitation, sent a wave of anticipation rippling up my spine. “I dare you.”

  Withdrawing my fingers from her pussy, I gave her clit the merest hint of pressure with the heel of my hand, smiling in triumph when she gasped. “Ask nicely.”

  “Hmm?”

  “I said…” Drawing her earlobe between my lips, I nipped it gently, just enough to make her flinch. “I said, ask nicely. I want you to remember your manners.”

  “Please.”

  “Once more with feeling, Miss Lawrence.” I circled her clit with one finger, not touching it, just promising to. But not yet. “Please what?”

  “Please. I want you to just—” She gulped. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”

  “With pleasure.” I didn’t even look behind me, just hauled her by the wrist to the bedroom, shut the door, and threw her up against it. “Christ, I’ve been thinking about you all day.” No you haven’t. “I was desperate to get home tonight,” I breathed, all but tearing her blouse off and dropping it beside us. No you weren’t. You were busy. No, not busy. Occupied.

  “God, Reece.” Georgia grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against her. “What is with you?”

  “Are you complaining?” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this hard, this desperate to get inside her, this keen to prove something. “Turn around.” Hands on her waist, I made her obey. “Hands flat against the door.”

  Turning her head to the side, she laughed. “What are you gonna do? Arrest me?”

  “You want me to cuff you?”

  All I got in reply was a quiet, seductive moan.

  “Now. Hands. Against the door.”

  Her left hand came up, nails clicking against the hard wood. Then her right. “Now what?”

  “Stay where you are. No. Movement. Don’t move an inch.” Christ, she was gorgeous. So willing, so compliant, so eager to please, so fucking dirty. And mine. I helped her off with her thong, pulling it past her knees, and she kicked it off completely. “Remember what I said? Don’t move. No peeking. Stay. Where. You. Are.” Resting my hands on her hips, I kissed her neck once before backing away, smiling when she flinched.

  Her head inclined ever so slightly. She didn’t break the rules, but she did shudder when I opened the bedside cabinet drawer.

  “See?” I pointed out. “Nothing more ominous than this.” And I said nothing more, letting the silence emphasize the tearing foil when it came.

  In seconds I had my belt and zip undone and the condom on, wondering how the hell I managed it so quickly with shaking hands. I hadn’t wanted her this badly in a while. It was always good between us, but this went way beyond need. This was desperation.

  “Reece?”

  “Shh.” One hand on her waist, I pulled her back, worked the tip of my cock inside her, just an inch, waiting for the—

  “Oh.”

  There. “Christ, you are ready for me, aren’t you? You’re so fucking wet I could just slide my cock all the way in.”

  She pushed back, but I held her steady.

  I murmured against the back of her neck, “Oh no you don’t. Stay still.” And I gave her more. But didn’t go deep. Not yet. “God, I love the sounds you make. I just wish I had the…” Gulping, I closed my eyes, pulled back, fucked her a little deeper. “I wish I had the self-control to draw this out even longer so I could make you moan a bit louder.”

  Catching the scent of her shampoo, I looked at her hair, still up in that messy ponytail tangled around my hand, and I gave it a tug to hear her gasp.

  “But I can’t. Fucking. Wait that long.” I slammed every last inch of my cock into her so hard the air whooshed out of my lungs in one throaty growl. “Jesus, Georgia. Fucking hell, this. Is. I can’t—” Burying my head in the side of her neck, every thrust forcing a gasp out of her and breath I didn’t know I had out of me, I fucked her as hard and deep as I could at this angle.

  “Reece.”

  “Jesus, Georgia, I can’t—”

  “Reece.”

  “What is it, baby? I’m gonna—” Oh God, don’t ask me to stop. Don’t tell me to stop, not now when I’m—

  “Harder.”

  Just hearing her say that one word did me in. My knees threatened to buckle, and I braced myself with one hand on her hip, the other against the door, above hers. “Oh fuck. Say that again.”

  “Fuck me harder, Reece.” She tightened her pussy around my cock, almost pulled me in deeper, and I could live for a thousand years and never work out how she did that.

  “That’s fucking perfect. God, I’m coming, baby. I can’t. Fucking. Wait.” Blinded by the force of my orgasm, I came, roaring as if pained, legs nearly collapsing under me, but somehow I managed to stay upright, though shaking. “Sorry. Sorry, I just couldn’t wait.” I eased myself out of her, shifted my weight fr
om one foot to the other to see if I was capable of—literally—standing on my own two feet. “I’ll make it up to you. Just let me get rid of the—”

  “I know what you were doing.”

  I jerked my head up.

  She didn’t move. “You were thinking of someone else, weren’t you?”

  My blood turned to ice water. Not trusting myself to speak, I waited for her to break the silence.

  “Come on, Reece. After the conversation we’ve just had?”

  A second’s delay, waiting for the penny to drop. “Oh. Oh.”

  “You thought I wouldn’t realize?” This time she turned her head as far as she could, looking over her shoulder. “You won’t have to pretend it’s someone else for very long. Just wait till your birthday.”

  My blood, still cold but now tainted with guilt—or relief—flowed again.

  Of course. She thought—

  “If you’re like that on your birthday, well, God help the two of us. Actually, no. God help all three of us.”

  “Yes. God help us,” I murmured and kissed her neck, screwing my eyes shut against the phantom of my conscience. “I wasn’t thinking of any other woman, Georgia. Just you. Only you.”

  Chapter Two

  “Happy birthday, Reece.” Sarah’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she handed me the box. Small enough to sit comfortably on the palm of my hand, it was tied with a red ribbon in a festive bow and had a little more heft than I’d expected. Obviously not mere birthday candies then. Something more substantial, judging by its weight. Couple that with the smirk on Sarah’s face and my suspicions—as well as something a little less cerebral—were well and truly aroused.

  I flicked my glance from Sarah’s mouth—for which I had plans, and by the look on her face, so did she—to Georgia, who’d wandered over to her favorite armchair and slouched there, observing my reactions.

  “Well?” she said, and her smile told me she was in on it, whatever “it” was. “Aren’t you going to open your birthday present from Sarah?”

  “I thought Sarah was my birthday present from Sarah.” I winked at our guest, our third, before pulling the bow undone.

  “This is just a little something extra,” Sarah said, and not for the first time I noticed how sharp her cheekbones were. Enough to slice through hot butter.

  “Open it, then,” she added, and I shook myself back to life.

  Don’t lose it yet, Hutton. All the fun’s yet to come.

  Removing the box lid, I smiled. The smile became what my American friends would call a shit-eating grin.

  “Now isn’t this just the most interesting present I’ve ever received?” I hooked a forefinger round one of the cuffs, lifting them out of the box.

  They dangled from my hand, clinking slightly like the sound of a belt buckle poised for undoing, and I couldn’t work out what gleamed more—the metal cuffs or the two pairs of eyes staring back at me.

  * * *

  “Close ‘em,” Georgia said, pushing me back onto the bed.

  I couldn’t help but laugh before asking, “Why?”

  “Because she said so, Reece,” Sarah put in.

  “But it’s my birthday. Don’t I—”

  “No.” Georgia gave me another playful push, and dutifully I closed my eyes. The blindfold—bought at a specialist shop; no adapted ties or scarves for us—slipped on and tightened at the back. “There,” she whispered. “Can you see anything?”

  I shook my head as if blindness took away my ability to speak for a moment. “No, but you’re taking away my eyesight? Shit, don’t tell me you’re gonna undress and I won’t be able to—” I lifted a hand into nothingness, but one of them slapped it away. This time I allowed myself to fall back onto the bed.

  As soon as my back hit the covers, four hands unbuttoned my shirt, pulled open my belt, hauled off shoes and socks, batted away my hands whenever I tried to make contact.

  “Reece.” Georgia’s easily recognizable voice sounded as if she was attempting to be stern. She failed, but I listened anyway. “You’re not going to touch us.”

  “Goddamn it, woman. What the hell kind of birthday is this if I’m not allowed to—”

  “You’re supposed to lie back and think of England,” Sarah said. “And the only reason you’re not cuffed to the headboard yet is, well”—a girlish giggle—“you need to be naked first. Bit difficult to get a man’s clothes off if he’s already tied up.”

  “Voice of experience, is it?” I retorted. “Well, ladies—and I use that word quite loosely—do with me as you will.” I showed my palms in mock surrender, gasping when a pair of lips found one nipple and silenced me with a gentle tug. Sarah, I judged. Her hair was slightly shorter than Georgia’s, and she’d been on that side of me, although disoriented as I was, I might have missed their swapping places while I thanked my lucky stars for having the life I did. “I still say it’s cruel and unusual punishment not letting me undress you both or even see you,” I began but halted at the swirl of a tongue tip around my navel. “Fuck.”

  With two women in bed with me, it wasn’t long before I wore nothing but a smile, a blindfold, and a pair of handcuffs.

  “You can operate the quick release easily enough?” Georgia asked.

  “Hold on.” I twisted my wrists and did exactly that, but lay still, awaiting their next move.

  “Good. Just checking,” Georgia said, likely for Sarah’s benefit, and did the cuffs up again. “Now you’re completely at our mercy.”

  “Jesus, what a shitty birthday this is turning out to be.”

  “Don’t make me spank you.”

  “He might enjoy that,” Sarah murmured, laughing. “He looks the type.”

  “What do you mean by that? Just because I’m naked, blindfolded, and cuffed to the bed while two hot women do their—Hey, what—Georgia, what is she doing?”

  The mattress had shifted, and as Sarah had spoken and laughed, the sound had receded just a little.

  Please God, let her be getting naked. I don’t give a damn if I can’t help her with that or see it; just get one of these women naked so I can fuck them in the next ten seconds or I’ll—

  “Jesus.” I lifted my hips off the bed when a hand—Georgia’s? Yes, Georgia’s—wrapped around the base of my cock and stroked so gently I almost couldn’t feel it. Then the flick of her wrist and…down. “I wish I could touch…”

  “You realize using the quick release constitutes use of the safe word? One click and all of this ends?”

  “Jesus, Georgia, if you carry on doing that, I’m gonna blow in three seconds flat. I won’t be capable of—”

  The mattress adjusted itself—Sarah, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Mind if I join you?”

  “Please do—” I began.

  “You forgot something,” Georgia told her, and I inclined my head as if that would enable me to read what the hell was going on outside that damn blindfold.

  Ah, no need to see. The bedside cabinet drawer slid open. Closed.

  Expert hands rolled the condom on, familiarity making Georgia sure of her actions. Sarah had no doubt performed the same action numerous times, but never on me. Despite what the three of us were about to get up to, the intimacy of such an act would surely make someone new tremble, and the hands on me were sure. Georgia’s.

  Intimacy. I could have laughed. Perhaps would have were I less aroused. You’re about to fuck two women, and you’re concerned with intimacy, Hutton?

  Palms lay flat against my hip bones, and I strained up to meet them, to force my skin against them. They followed my movement rather than opposing it, their touch remaining light. This gentleness hinted at tentativeness, which in turn silently whispered, this, then, is Sarah.

  Loose, long hair trailing over my abs gave a second’s warning, a prologue to soft lips closing over one of my nipples. I opened my mouth to gasp, whimper, say something, plead for more.

  When the mattress again shifted, I turned my head, unthinking. Blind, I followed the sound, soon distr
acted by Sarah’s lips tightening just enough to cause a frisson of pain. Just enough to make me like it. Georgia had something up her sleeve—probably divesting herself of sleeves and everything else she wore—but Sarah’s mouth, Jesus, it was hard to remember my own name, the way she flicked her tongue over—

  “Oh God.” It seemed like every one of my muscles tensed, forcing out those breathy two words when her body moved over mine. The cuffs clinked against the slats of the headboard, chain tightening. With her hands on my shoulders, she rocked back and forward, holding her pussy against the head of my cock. “Sarah.”

  “Oh.” She giggled. “He remembered my name.” Obviously speaking to Georgia then. Georgia, who’d said nothing for so long I’d lost the sense of where in the room she was. “Maybe I should—”

  “What you should do is let me in so I could—”

  “I don’t think you’re in a position to tell Sarah what she should do, Reece.” Georgia spoke from the far corner of the room. Observing. And undressing too, I prayed.

  “It’s my birthday, is it not?”

  “True.” She was the type of person to cock her head then, make herself look thoughtful. “Well, it’s up to you, Sarah.” And a shrug as well. I’d put money on it. “Make him ask nicely, at least.”

  “Good idea,” Sarah whispered. Something for me. Not showing off. Not playing to the gallery. Not teasing me with a conversation in which I was a bit player. The whisper against my collarbone was just for me. “I think you should at least say—”

  “Please.” I pushed my hips up against her, and she laughed again, a mere breath.

  The back of her hand trailed down my chest, over my abs, and when she touched my cock, I could have sworn my eyes watered. Christ, I needed this. It wasn’t like it had been an age since I’d gotten laid—Georgia was always ready—but this. This I’d been looking forward to. And I couldn’t have imagined how warm Sarah was when she guided me into her, wet though I’d barely touched her. You’ve been looking forward to this too, haven’t you? How tight. More so the deeper I went—the deeper she allowed me to go.

  “Oh. Yes.” I didn’t care who saw my smile. I didn’t care if Georgia thought I was getting too cocky about this and decided to punish me. The so-good-it-hurt friction as Sarah rolled her hips without rising off me made all risk of “don’t get above yourself, Reece” punishment worth it.