Randy’s standing up, hand in his hair. It drops when he sees me waving. My ski is a long way away, so I stay put while Alex drives over to get it and then swings around to me.

“Nice wipeout! That was impressive. I bet you have the cleanest vagina ever now!” Violet says.

“At least I didn’t give myself an enema.”

“You wanna get in the boat or try getting up on one ski?” Alex asks.

I can tell Randy would like me to get back in the boat, so I’m about to do the opposite when I realize it’s feeling a whole lot free on my bottom half. “Uhh…” I swim in a circle, looking for a scrap of pale pink fabric, but all I see is navy water. “I may have lost my bottoms.”

Alex purses his lips, maybe because he’s embarrassed, maybe because he’s trying not to laugh at my expense. “In the boat it is, I guess.”

“Well, that gives new meaning to being blown out of the water,” Violet snickers.

“It’s a good thing I brought a towel, huh?” Randy holds it out to me as I climb the ladder.

I grab it and wrap it around my waist. “You think you’re so funny.”

“At least now I don’t have to fuck you in a mud puddle to make that bikini unwearable.”

After I change my bathing suit, we spend the next couple of hours taking turns water skiing. Violet gives up after three tries and goes tubing instead.

When we run out of gas, the guys go back to playing Frisbee with the dogs, while me and the girls go for another round of flipping through baby and wedding magazines. It’s an amazing day. I feel incredibly blessed to have such wonderful friends. I’m even grateful for Benji, my ridiculous ex. If he hadn’t been a total asshole a year ago, Randy might never have walked in on me in the bathroom, weed whacking my forest legs. Then I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to fall in love with him.

Randy and I don’t get any alone time until late in the afternoon. Everyone’s tired from all the sun, so we disappear into our rooms for downtime before we start dinner. I flop face down on the mattress. There’s some rustling around from Randy on the other side of the room, but I’m surprisingly exhausted. I close my eyes and debate whether or not I can catch a two-minute nap before we get naked.

Something hard hits me in the shoulder, and something else ricochets off my arm. I remain immobile, my face mashed into the comforter. I don’t think I even have the energy to turn my body ninety degrees so my head is on a pillow and my feet aren’t hanging off the edge.

The bed dips and Randy’s body covers mine. He’s naked and hard. I’m not surprised.

He noses my hair out of the way. “You’re not thinking about napping, are you?”

“What if I was?” I mumble into the comforter.

“I can think of a few things that would be way more exciting than napping.” Randy rolls his hips, his erection nestled between my butt cheeks.

“Like a game of Crazy Eights?”

He nips my shoulder and nudges my cheek with his forehead, like he’s trying to get me to turn my head. I don’t move at all, keeping my face hidden in the bedding. It’s not easy to breathe, but I really am that tired. It doesn’t mean I honestly want to take a nap before we have the sexy times, it just means I’m psyching myself up. The apology sex was an appetizer; Randy’s going to want to put on a serious performance. That means a lot of orgasms are coming my way.

“I found some interesting items in your bag when I was looking for my phone earlier,” he murmurs.

“If you want me to wear sexy lingerie, you’re going to have to put it on me. I don’t even think I can move my arms.” I have no idea if he can understand a word I’m saying since I’m speaking to the mattress.

“The sexy lingerie is nice, but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

I mentally review the contents of my bag. I don’t remember putting anything exciting in there, apart from my bullet, but that’s nothing new. “What kind of interesting items?” I turn my head to the side and blow my hair out of my face.

Randy pushes up on his arms and moves the remaining strands out of the way.

A package comes into my field of vision.

“Oh, shit,” I breathe. I’m not even remotely tired anymore.

He rolls his hips against my ass again. “Wanna tell me about this?” His voice vibrates with excitement.

Holy mother, he wants to invade my ass. Not once has he ever tried to go there. I mean, obviously when we have sex doggy style, he’ll slide his cock between my bum cheeks before he makes a home out of my vag, but in the year we’ve been together, he’s never tried to get into the Area 51 zone, as Violet calls it.

“Umm…” The last time I used this bag was on our Vegas trip, months ago, when Alex and Violet got married. We went to a sex shop. I’d totally forgotten about the butt plug.

I’ve had a vibrator for a few years, because I have needs. I have a fairly high sex drive, and my ex-boyfriend did not. I needed to take care of myself on a regular basis. But backdoor anything has never been on my radar—not until I started hanging out with Violet and Charlene.

Randy’s nose brushes my cheek. “Lily? Did you buy this because you want me to use it on you?”

“Charlene got that for me.”

“Charlene bought you a butt plug?” He doesn’t sound particularly impressed.

“Um…we went to a sex shop while we were in Vegas, and Charlene bought one for all of us. Kind of like a party favor.” My voice goes up at the end, turning it into a question.

“You’ve had this since Vegas?” Now he sounds shocked.

“I forgot it was in there.”

“So it wasn’t meant as a surprise?” That’s one-hundred-percent disappointment, right there.

“Not really, no.”

“Oh. Okay.”

I consider for a moment whether or not this is something I want to try. I mean, obviously not butt sex, but, like, butt stuff. My magic marble is lit up like fireworks, and that’s based on Randy’s excitement alone.

He scoots over, like maybe he’s about to get up. I grip his wrist—the one attached to the tattooed hand holding the still-packaged butt plug.

“But we can try it out,” I say.

He doesn’t make a move. “It’s okay if it’s not something you’re into.”