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Bowie had spit his drink and doubled over, laughing. I’d been annoyed though. In her eyes, I was already the one who didn’t measure up. Bowie was the golden boy. He did all the right things, said all the right things, treated her like a fucking princess. I was the hell-raiser.
I still was, but Bowie had been out of the picture for years.
“So, tell me about the party. How many strippers did you bang? Did y’all slice open the veins of your enemies and drink their blood?” She popped an M&M in her mouth, grinning at me.
Genesis was a complete smart-ass. An adorable smart-ass.
I leaned back and wiggled my eyebrows at her. “You want to know my head count?” I asked.
She sucked on the M&M in her mouth, which was the way she ate the damn things and one of the reasons I loved them so much. “It’s your birthday, Kye. I’m your best friend. You have to share all the details.”
I held up two fingers.
She placed her hand over her heart and gasped. “Just two? You’re slacking in your old age,” she taunted me.
I smirked. “Baby Doll, I can assure you that nothing about me is slacking.”
That got a laugh out of her as she stood back up, slinging her damp locks of hair behind her shoulder.
Genesis might be my best friend, but she was a female, and I wasn’t fucking blind. I’d never been with her. I was just smart. Protected our friendship by ignoring her appearance. Bowie had been the one to fuck it up. He’d been the one to make her something more.
My gaze traveled over her narrow waist and the small flash of flat, tanned stomach as her pink plaid pajama pants hung on her hips. Briefly allowing my eyes to move up, I only let myself quickly appreciate the outline of her perky, round tits in the pink tank top she was wearing as she walked over to grab a lighter from the mantel.
Holding it up, she smiled at me. “Since your birthday was in the lair of the Lords of the Underworld and I missed your birthday cake, I thought we’d have some cupcakes here. Don’t worry. I didn’t make them. I bought them from the cute little bakery downtown.”
That made me chuckle. As if I would ever think that the perfectly iced cupcakes had been made by her. Not in this lifetime.
Genesis leaned forward, giving me a view right down the neckline of her tank top, and I jerked my gaze off her tits before I saw nipples. Getting hard over your best friend’s tits wasn’t cool. Although I’d always wondered about her nipples. What they looked like. I couldn’t help it. I had a thing for tits, and Genesis had some great ones.
I heard the lighter flick, and I waited until I could see her standing back up out of the corner of my eye before turning my gaze back to her.
She was holding the cupcake, the candle in the center of it lit, out to me. “Make a wish,” she said to me.
I blew the candle out, then took the cupcake from her. “Thanks, Baby Doll.”
“You’re welcome. Now, you need to pick the movie you want to start with, and I’ll go get the drinks. Corona, or are you ready for your birthday present?”
“I can’t have a drink and my birthday present?” I asked her, trying to figure out the reason she looked almost giddy.
Her aquamarine eyes sparkled when she was excited about something. I was intrigued. What had she done?
“You can, but they could be one and the same,” she said in a singsong voice.
“You got me whiskey for my birthday,” I guessed.
She winked at me, then left me in the living room to go get whatever it was she was so fucking happy about. It felt like my birthday finally. All day had been just a regular day, except for the strippers and drinks I’d had at Huck’s shop with the guys.
As nice as all that had been, it didn’t feel like my birthday until I was with Genesis. She’d been with me on my birthday every year since the summer I’d turned eight. Without her, it just didn’t feel right. There had been a time when I would have wanted Bowie here too. That ship had sailed. He was no longer a regret. I was fucking thrilled he’d left our friendship. I got Genesis all to myself.
She came walking back into the room with two whiskey glasses in one hand and a gift bag in the other. It was times like this that I could see past those killer eyes of hers, that fucking beauty mark that sat just over the left corner of her heart-shaped mouth, and her perfect slightly upturned nose to the tomboy with dirty knees and stringy hair. The girl who had been down to any crazy-ass idea I came up with and did her best to do it better than Bowie and me.
