I sat up and turned. "Will you unzip me?"

Cale sat up and ran his hand up my arm, making me shudder. His touch did the most amazing things to me. He moved his hand along the nape of my neck, pulling me closer.

"You looked beautiful tonight, Maddie."

I closed my eyes as he moved his lips to my neck and began gently kissing me.

"Mmm, feels so good," I said.

"I want to make love to you, Maddie," Cale whispered against my skin.

He moved his hand to my zipper and began unzipping my dress, then stood, pulling me up along with him. He pushed my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, letting his eyes wander slowly over my body, as if he was memorizing every detail.

I unclipped my bra and pulled it off, dropping it next to my dress. Cale licked his lips, hunger filling his eyes. I slowly pulled off my panties while looking into his eyes.

I took a few steps back and lay on the bed. I watched as Cale stripped out of his clothes and quickly joined me.

"There is nothing I desire more than making love with you," I said against his lips.

His hand started on my cheek, then moved down to my chest, slowly making it's descent to my upper thigh. My stomach clenched in anticipation. I'd been dreaming of this since Cale had whispered that he wanted me, earlier tonight, while my father was telling Monica and me about a charity project he was starting.

Right as his fingers found my need, Lily started crying.

"No! Oh, no not now," I whimpered.

I closed my eyes and attempted to pull my libido back into check, but I felt Cale's hot breath blowing on my clit. My eyes sprung open and before I could even say a word he was licking and sucking on me.

My back arched and I let out a moan. "Cale! Lily...crying...Oh God..."

It didn't take long before I was grabbing the pillow and moaning into it as Cale managed to give me an incredible orgasm. I'd never had an orgasm like that before. I wasn't sure what he did, but it was amazing.

I lay there attempting to catch my breath while Cale got up and walked into the bathroom. I could hear the faucet running, so I sat up and looked toward the bathroom.

"Wow. Just...wow. Cale, that was...oh wow."

He walked out dressed in those damn sexy-ass linen pants of his. The smile on his face melted my heart.

"How did you make me come so fast?"

He smiled bigger as he made his way to the bedroom door. He looked over his shoulder as he said, "I gave you a little ass action. I've always wanted to do that. Seemed like a good time to try it out."

With that, he left the room. My mouth dropped open as I heard him run up the stairs.

I heard Lily's door open over the baby monitor. Then I heard Cale talking to her.

"Hey, Princess. Are you hungry, baby girl? We're gonna let mommy rest while you and I have a serious talk about how boys are to stay as far away from my princess as possible."

I covered my mouth and chuckled. I looked at the monitor only to see Cale laying Lily down on the changing table and smiling. There was nothing sexier than him with his daughter.

I fell back onto the bed and smiled, thinking about how wonderful my life was. I bit down on my lip and rolled over to grab my phone off of the side table. I texted Monica.

Me: Hey are you up?

Monica: Yep. Just got home. I'm going to have to talk Jack into moving to Beaver Lake.

Me: Oh my gosh, I would LOVE that!

Monica: HAHA! Me, too! What's up?

Me: Um...I have to ask you something.

Monica: Okay, ask away.

Me: It's kind of sexual and embarrassing.

Monica: As long as you don't ask me to make out with you, I think I can handle it.

Me: Have you...I mean...well...have you ever let Jack or anyone play with your...you know... Ugh this is so weird.

Monica: Back door action?

Me: OMG yes! How did you know that's what I saying?

Monica: 'Cause I'm good like that. Jack has been the only one to ever take that plunge.

Me: Jesus, I shouldn't have asked. Officially taking back my question. Goodnight.

Monica: Oh, HELL no. You can't ask me that and then not give me the chance to ask you about the same thing.

Me: Okay, well, Cale did something while giving me oral sex and I had the most powerful orgasm ever. I asked him how he was able to make me...you know...so fast.

Monica: What are we in high school? COME? How he made you COME so fast?

Me: Bitch! Yes. I asked how he made me come so fast and he said he did a little back door action, but I didn't feel it. Or I was too caught up in the intense orgasm to notice.

Monica: Dayum. Go Cale! Gettin' some double-hole action.

Me: All right, I'm done talking to you about this.

Monica: Oh my. I'm laughing so hard right now and Jack wants to know why!

Me: NO! You wouldn't.

Monica: Oh. I would. Night darling.

I sighed as I set my phone back down on the side table. I heard Cale singing to Lily as I crawled under the covers. I'll never be able to look at Jack again. Still, I felt my eyes getting heavier. I was going to have to tell Cale how much I enjoyed this part of the evening. I couldn't help but smile at the way my body seemed to still be humming.

I drifted off to sleep to the sounds of the man I loved humming to Lily. Our daughter. My baby girl.

"I HEARD YOU got some back door action the other night," Jack said as he threw the basketball, missing the hoop. "Damn."

I stopped and looked at him. "What?"

Jack laughed. "Seems you were the first to do that to Maddie. She texted Monica about it."

I smiled. "Really?"

Something about knowing Maddie had never played like that before had my dick jumping at the thought of doing it again tonight.

"Dude," Jack said. "Are you seriously standing there thinking about it?"

I grabbed my towel from the bench and wiped my face. "You brought it up."

Jack dribbled the ball, then jumped and threw it, this time making a basket. "Yeah," he said, "well, I take back this conversation. Moving on. Monica and I are talking about getting married on December 23rd."

I smiled and made a beeline for the basketball. I knocked it out of his hands and turned and shot for the hoop. When it swooshed in, I whooped and turned to Jack. "I do believe that was the winning shot."

Jack rolled his eyes and grabbed his towel and bottled water from the bench before heading to the locker room.

"Oh, come on. Don't be such a poor sport," I said, jogging over to grab my stuff. "So December, huh? That's a quick engagement."

"No, it's not," Jack, said.

"Dude, y'all haven't even been dating a year, and you're engaged and planning a wedding."

Jack stood there, staring. "What's your point?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, a year ago, you were hooking up with two girls a week. Now you're talking about settling down and getting married. It's just...weird."

Jack shot me a dirty look. He pushed the locker room doors open and headed straight to the showers.

Fifteen minutes later Jack sat down next to me. "I've never felt the way I feel when I'm with Monica. She changed me. I mean, I can't imagine my life with anyone but her. I want things with her that I never dreamed I'd want with anyone."

I smiled as I shoved my workout clothes into my duffle bag. I stood and placed my hand on Jack's shoulder. "I'm really happy for both of you, Jack. I truly am."

"I know you are," he said. "You want to be my best man?"

Grinning I said, "I'd be honored."

Jack laughed. "Good, 'cause I expect a kick-ass bachelor party, and I know you won't let me down."

He headed out the door. I chuckled and followed him. "No strippers though, right?"

"Fuck yeah, there'd better be strippers."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "I'm already regretting this decision."

I WATCHED AS Jack paced back and forth in front of the window. He must have run to the bathroom to throw up at least three times in the last hour.

"I didn't even fucking drink last night. I mean, we sat around and watched movies all night. What the hell is wrong with me?" Jack asked, surveying the room.

I attempted to hold back my laughter. Jack had talked and talked about a kick-ass bachelor party but, three weeks ago, he'd finally broken down and told me he wanted a low-key night with just a few friends at my place. So Maddie and Lily went and stayed at Monica's parents' house and had a girls' night in while we stayed at my place and listened to Jack's father and my father tell fishing stories.

Jack's father, Craig, placed his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Son, just calm down. Take a deep breath and relax."

Jack looked at his dad like he'd grown two heads. "Relax? I'm getting married, Dad. Married."

His father raised an eyebrow, then looked to my father. "Should we tell him?"

I sat up straighter, my interest piqued.

"Tell me what?" Jack asked.

My father nonchalantly shrugged and said, "If you want. Not sure what good it'll do now."

I smiled and shook my head. Our dads lived to torment us. They've been doing this sort of thing as long as I can remember.

"What are y'all talking about?" Jack asked.

Craig placed both hands on Jack's shoulders. "Son, because I love you, I'm going to tell you this."

Someone knocked on the door and yelled, "Showtime! Take your places, gentlemen."

Craig frowned and said, "Well, looks like it's time, son. Let's go."

He turned for the door while Jack stood there, his mouth gaping open.

My father walked by and hit Jack on the back. "Let's do this thing!"

Everyone followed Craig out the door except for Jack and me.

I snapped my fingers in front of Jack's face to break his trance. "Dude," I said. "They're screwing with you. You know they've always done this sort of shit."

Jack nodded, looking into my eyes. "I'm scared shitless. What if I'm not good enough for her, Cale? What if she gets tired of me? What if..."

"Jack, stop this. Do you love Monica?"

He nodded, smiling. "More than anything."

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with her, and only her?"

Smiling he said, "Yeah, I do."

I slapped his back and said, "Then you've got this. Monica is crazy in love with you. You guys are perfect together. You make each other happy. Dude, just relax."

Jack nodded. "Right! I mean, you're right. Jesus, what's wrong with me? Monica is probably cool as a cucumber right now and here I'm acting like a pussy."

I swallowed and nodded my head. "Yeah, you know Monica. She's got this."