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  The amorously adventurous Baumgartners are back and they have cause to celebrate.

  As their son Henry gets married, Doc and Carrie have sent their last little fledgling off to fly and are ready to follow their bliss together as a couple.

  The whole Baumgartner clan has now welcomed Doc and Carrie’s latest romantic interest, Jody, a changeable, charming Southern belle whose colloquialisms keep everyone delightfully amused.

  While Carrie’s love for Jody goes way back, now Doc has fully embraced her, too—in so many ways.

  In fact, on the eve of the Baumgartners’ anniversary, Doc has a wonderful surprise for both of his girls…

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  “I tell you what, babygirl—those two were as cute as a box full of puppies.”

  Carrie smiled, sliding her hand into Jody’s as the driver pulled the car away from the reception hall. Henry and Libby’s wedding had been beautiful. Libby especially with all that red hair piled on top of her head. No veil, just a rose-gold tiara. Doc had assured them, during all their wedding planning, that they should spare no expense—her husband liked his new role as millionaire—and Carrie had taken him at his word. Libby had a wedding fit for a princess when they were all done and the day had gone off without a hitch.

  “I’m glad it didn’t rain like it did yesterday,” Carrie said. They said it didn’t rain in California but yesterday it had poured.

  Jodie snorted. “It was rainin’ so hard I swear the animals were startin’ to pair up.”

  It took Carrie a minute to get it and then she laughed.

  “Well, Doc, it’s over. We’re done raising them.” Carrie sniffed and felt Jody squeeze her hand. “They don’t need us anymore.”

  “Don’t count on it.” Doc gave a short laugh.

  “He’s right. Kids never stop needing you.” Jody smiled. “My grandma used to say ‘raising kids is like being pecked to death by a chicken’.”

  “Oh, stop it, both of you.” Carrie laughed in spite of the tears threatening to spill.

  Carrie swore she’d gone through a whole tube of mascara that day—waterproof my ass!—from all the happy-crying and reapplication of make-up. But now it was over. Her baby was married. She was both elated and depressed about this fact, an emotion she wasn’t sure what to do with.

  Jody leaned her cheek against Carrie’s shoulder and Carrie kissed the top of her head. Her thick, dark hair was configured in an updo—they’d both spent the morning laughing and chatting at the hairdresser, all of the Baumgartner girls and more.

  It had been like old home week. Of course, Carrie’s daughter, Janie, had flown to California from New York with her husband and children. Gretchen, their former nanny, had come to L.A. all the way from Brazil, with her new guy. Ryder had all the girls hanging on him during the reception. He was a big, stoic military type and Jody had remarked that he was “tougher than a two-dollar steak.” Also, Dani—an old lover of theirs—had come from Venice with her “husbands,” Nico and Mason—and their twins. Even Ronnie, Henry and Janie’s babysitter when they were little, had come.

  So the girls had all converged that morning to get their hair done, laughing and reminiscing. They’d included Jody without a second thought, which made Carrie incredibly happy. Jody had protested going. She didn’t want to be the “outsider” of the group. After all, she didn’t know everyone and Jody had been too much the outsider her whole life. She still felt that way, everywhere they went, although she was relaxing more as time went by.

  Carrie had assured her that she would just be “one of the girls”—operation or no operation—and she’d been right. They had all loved Jody, almost as much as Carrie did. But it was hard not to love Jody, really.

  “I’m just glad Henry got himself a job, even if it is all the way out here in LaLa Land.” Doc interrupted her train of thought as he opened the limo’s bar and rummaged through. Carrie looked out the window, wondering where they were. It seemed much longer, going back to the hotel, than it had getting to the church. She didn’t recognize the scenery, but she didn’t know California very well.

  “Do you girls want a drink?”

  “Not me, Sugar.” Jody waved him off. Her voice sounded sleepy and far away. “That open bar ki
cked my ass. Bartender kept saying I’d be fine, as long as I drank liquor before I drank beer. That advice was about as useful as a trap door in a canoe.”

  Doc laughed, shaking his head. Jody’s Southern colloquialisms still amused them both to no end.

  “Oh no, Doc.” Carrie met her husband’s eyes and smiled. “She’s drunk. We could take advantage of her…”

  Doc grinned, tipping a bottle of whiskey her way but Carrie shook her head, declining.

  “Oh, I do hope so,” Jody purred, rubbing her cheek against Carrie’s bare shoulder. “I mean… brer fox, please don’t throw me into that there yonder briar patch…”

  Carrie chuckled, sliding an arm around Jodie’s waist. The heat of her body was intoxicating. She felt Jody’s lips brush her skin and shivered.

  “Hey, you two, don’t start without me.” Doc poured himself a shot, leaning back in the seat across from them and watching with half-closed eyes. “Oh wait, what am I thinking? Go ahead and start without me… I’ll watch.”

  “You’re a bad man, Mr. Baumgartner.” Carrie gave a low, throaty laugh, sliding her foot out of her heel—they’d danced for hours and her feet hurt—sliding her toe up Doc’s trouser leg. He grinned and threw his shot back. His eyes were dark with lust.

  “So you really don’t mind sharing your anniversary date with them?” Jody asked, her hand petting Carrie’s bare thigh. Carrie’s maid-of-honor dress was quite respectable, except for the slit that went up the side almost to her hip. But you couldn’t see it in pictures, so it was the compromise she’d made. Libby and Janie had both vetoed the dress she really wanted because it only came to mid-thigh.

  “No, I don’t mind.” Carrie looked over at Doc, thinking about her own wedding to the man sitting across from her. She’d been thinking of parallels all day and smiling. She’d married the love of her life and she could only hope that Henry and Libby would be as happy together as they had been all these years.

  “Besides…” Doc leaned forward to put his glass on the bar. “We’ll have a new anniversary date now.”

  “You will?” Jody cocked her head at him, eyebrows raised.

  Doc smiled cryptically. “I have a surprise for you two.”

  “A surprise?” Carrie exclaimed. “I love surprises!”

  “Me too.” Doc waggled his eyebrows suggestively and Carrie couldn’t help laughing, knowing he was referring to the day he’d found out about Jody.

  Carrie remembered being so worried he would freak out and get angry. Doc had no problem with her being with other women, but he couldn’t tolerate her being with other men. That was where they’d always drawn the line in their polyamorous relationship, and Carrie had never had a problem with that.

  Until Jody.

  Because while Jody was all woman in every possible way from the inside out, there was just one small—well, maybe not so small—problem. She hadn’t gone through with the operation and didn’t want to. And in truth, the more time she’d spent with Jody, the more Carrie didn’t want her to, either. It was strangely the best of both worlds, loving a woman who had a cock.

  But Doc had surprised her—and maybe she shouldn’t have been so surprised. Her husband was extremely tolerant and open-minded, after all. It was one of the reasons she’d fallen so madly in love with him in the first place. He had accepted Jody without question. And he loved her just as much as Carrie did. Jody had become part of their relationship in a way previously lovers never had before.

  Like their bed. Their bed had always been sacred before—only for the two of them. Their life necessitated that in some ways when the kids were in the house. Gretchen, their nanny-lover, had to be back in her own bed before the kids woke. But even after the kids were grown and had gone off to college, they kept their bed sacred for the two of them.

  But with Jody, that rule had slowly eroded. It was “their” bed now. All three of them.

  “So, what’s the surprise?” Carrie poked her husband’s shin with her toe.

  He rolled his eyes. “If I told you that, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?”

  “Patience, babygirl,” Jody chided, her hand moving a little higher on Carrie’s leg. “If Doc’s got a surprise, it’s gonna be good.”

  “True.” Carrie laughed, seeing the mischievous look in her husband’s eyes.

  “In the meantime, let’s distract him…” Jody’s palm slid up to cup Carrie’s mound and she opened her legs for her lover, giving a little sigh of pleasure.

  “Mmm, you’re not distracting him.” Carrie bit her lip, rocking against Jody’s hand. “You’re distracting me…”

  Jody slipped two fingers past the elastic of her panties—neither of them had worn stockings—sliding them up and down her slit. Carrie gave a little moan when Jody touched her clit, just briefly, before moving back down again.

  Carrie tilted Jody’s face up to hers, capturing her lips. They were soft, glossed—she tasted like coconut—and open. Their tongues touched, stroking and teasing. Carrie’s hand moved down Jody’s slender throat, sliding into the front of her backless dress to cup her breast. She heard Doc gasp as she freed Jody’s breast and tweaked her puffy little nipple.

  Jody moaned into her mouth as Carrie gently squeezed and released her nipple, making it hard before moving her hand down the silky material of her dress toward her navel. Jody’s fingers slipped into Carrie’s wetness, making her rock against her hand. Then Carrie found what she’d been looking for—feeling Jody’s cock rock hard under blue silk. It was still such a delightful surprise, a sexy paradox, to find a man’s cock amidst this woman’s soft curves.

  It was Jody’s turn to gasp, hips shifting as Carrie’s hand moved over the soft fabric, sliding up and down the hard shaft still restrained by her panties. Her fingertip circled the ridged head and Jody sucked Carrie’s tongue into her mouth with a little groan. Their kiss broke, both of them breathless.

  “Enjoying the show, Doc?” Carrie gave her husband a lazy wink, seeing his hand cupping his own bulge in the crotch of his trousers.

  “Very much.” He smiled. “But I think we’d better continue this inside.”

  “Inside?” Carrie blinked in surprise, realizing the car had stopped. “Inside where?”

  “Surprise.”

  Jody quickly straightened her dress as the driver opened the limo door. Doc helped both women out and Carrie looked up at the enormous house, lit up by floodlights in the night.

  “Where are we?”

  “I rented it for the week.” Doc tipped the driver.

  Carrie stared at the palatial home, feeling Jody’s hand slip into hers.

  “Toto, we’re not in L.A. anymore,” Jody murmured.

  “Malibu,” Doc said.

  Carrie took a deep breath and smiled. She could smell the ocean.

  “I thought that drive was longer than on the way in!” Carrie looked at her husband, incredulous. “And I thought the hotel was nice—this is amazing!”

  “Wait until you see the rest.” Doc pressed his hand to her lower back, leading her up the steps toward the front door. It was unlocked.

  The two women went in ahead, hand-in-hand, exclaiming over room after room, until they reached the patio. The view made them both gasp—all ocean, the moon a silver coin reflected in the waves below. There was an infinity pool and a hot tub, too.

  Jody slipped out of her shoes and Carrie did too, heading out onto the patio in their bare feet. The night was still warm, but not humid. California’s climate was very different from their home in Florida. Libby’s parents lived out here and had wanted Libby to be married at their house—a sprawling estate, more than a house, really—and Henry had agreed.

  “It’s beautiful.” Jody took Carrie’s other hand and they stood there, smiling, staring up at the moon as Doc approached.

  “You’re beautiful.” Doc moved in, completing their circle, putting a hand at the small of Carrie’s back, then at Jody’s. “My beautiful girls.”

  He kissed Carrie, then Jody. />
  “This is a wonderful surprise, Sugar,” Jody told him as they parted. “A girl couldn’t ask for more.”

  “Oh, but there’s more.” Doc looked at Carrie and her eyes widened.

  She’d known he was going to do it—they’d talked about it before they left for the wedding—but she didn’t know it would be now. He’d brought it up, and she’d wholeheartedly agreed, but she didn’t think he’d had time to…

  “Doc…” Jody’s hands went to cover her mouth as the big man went down on one knee.

  “I thought we needed our own anniversary date.” Doc reached into his tux pocket and pulled out a light blue velvet box.

  “Tiffanys?” Carrie breathed.

  Then he pulled out another one.

  When he opened them, holding one out to Jody, the other toward his wife, the boxes revealed two platinum rings with sapphires in the center.

  “I want you both to be mine.” Doc’s voice was a little husky and Carrie felt a lump growing in her throat. “For now and for always.”

  “Oh Doc…” Carrie could barely get the words out.

  “Do you mean it?” Jody’s voice was hoarse too. “Do you really mean it?”

  “I think we’ve been looking for you our whole marriage.” Doc’s dark gaze met hers, and there was so much love between them that it made Carrie’s heart ache. She thought she might be at least a tiny bit jealous at this moment, but she wasn’t, not in the least. Her heart was just full to bursting with love for them both.

  “Looking for someone to make us whole. To complete the circle.” Doc glanced between them, holding Carrie’s ring box out to her. She took it, sliding the ring onto the ring finger of her right hand, instead of her left, where the wedding ring Doc had purchased for her just before they’d met Jody for the first time still resided.