Finding Us (Finding #2) (3 page)

I rubbed my hand down the front of his zipper. “I think you should be more concerned about them seeing what I’m going to do to you.”

“Upstairs, now!” Parker commanded and turned me towards the stairs. With a slap on my rear, he chased me up the stairs and into my bedroom. Once the door closed all giggling and teasing subsided and the night became unforgettable for a whole other reason.

Parker

When Valentine’s Day rolled around, I tried to plan something special. Good boyfriends did romantic things for their girlfriends on that day, right? I mean, I was no expert in the romance department, but, for Maggie, I was willing to do just about anything. Apparently the boyfriend of the year award was not meant for me though. Grady mentioned right in front of Maggie that he needed me to play at the Anti-Valentine’s Day party at the bar. I told him no, but when he flipped out about not being able to play that gig even though it was one of the band’s biggest money makers, Maggie told me to do it, practically insisted. Agreeing meant that we would be playing for a bunch of single, drunk people, and we would be spending our first Valentine’s Day with the band.
Great.

Maggie just wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me after Grady happily walked away. “We always have fun at the party, and Sarah will be there too. We can do something on another day. It’s just a Hallmark holiday anyway. We don’t need a special day to tell each other how in love we are.”

I knew she was right, but I wasn’t letting it go this easily. “I know, baby,” I leaned down to kiss her sweet smile, “but this is our first Valentine’s. I just wanted it to be us since we haven’t had much time together lately. I’m not even an official member of the band, but it keeps taking time away from you.”

“Then let’s go and make up for lost time right now.” I had her in my car before she could even say goodbye to Sarah. I couldn’t get enough of my girl. What she was offering, I was buying every chance I could.

Since I couldn’t do any of the crap that guys do to impress their girlfriends on Valentine’s Day, I took a different route. The Saturday morning before the non-holiday I woke up early and brought her breakfast in bed along with a gift. I gave her a diamond pendant necklace that had been my mom’s. My dad had bought my mom a lot of jewelry and gave most of it to me when she passed. I have been waiting for the right girl, the girl I was going to marry, to pass on her jewelry. That necklace in particular was perfect for my Maggie. When I told Maggie it was my mom’s, she just started crying and made me put it on her. She climbed on top of me and hugged me tightly.

“So, you like it?” I asked already knowing the answer.

She looked at me like I was crazy. “I love it. I love you. Thank you.”

I held her close and tried to express with words how much I loved her. When words weren’t enough, I kissed her and showed her just what she meant to me. The breakfast turned cold from being ignored but what I was doing with Maggie heated rather quickly. 

Later that night we went to the stupid ‘I hate V-day’ party at the bar that we always go to, but this year I wasn’t feeling the usual songs. I told the band what I wanted to do, and they all seemed on board until Alexis walked into the bar. All we did was change the set up a little, and Alexis was giving me shit about it all night. Every break, before she would let me go down to Maggie, she would try to talk to me about one song or needing my help when I knew she had played the whole set a million times. She was being strangely needy with me, and it was really pissing me off.

Maggie either ignored my bad mood or was oblivious to it. She had obviously had a few drinks judging by how affectionate she was being. Usually her PDA was limited to hand holding and sitting on my lap but not that night.

I couldn’t complain. In fact I was more than happy to take advantage of her affections. For one thing it kept all the assholes away. I didn’t miss how guys were watching her dance while I was on stage. I couldn’t miss it. I had a bird’s eye view of the bar from the stage. If anyone so much as laid a finger on Maggie, I would have been off that stage before they even realized what had happened.

Sarah was a huge help keeping the drunken bastards away from my girl though. She and I had an understanding ever since that Colton guy tried to touch Maggie against her will last year. No one touches Maggie except me. Sarah had always been protective of our sweet, innocent Maggie, but she was even more protective of her now that we were together. Sarah once shared that she always wanted Maggie and me to get together and wasn’t going to let anyone get in between us if she could help it. Having Sarah and Max on my side was like carrying the best friend trump card every guy needed in his relationship.

Maggie seemed to have fun with Sarah at the party, so I didn’t feel as bad about not doing the whole romantic date thing. However what made
my
night was when we got home. Maggie gets ballsy when she’s drunk. Tipsy and horny was an excellent combination when it came to my girlfriend.

We could hardly keep our hands off each other on the ride home. I was glad we were in the backseat of her SUV away from Becca and Max’s prying eyes. By the time we made it to her bedroom, I was happy letting her call the shots. She had been getting more and more comfortable every time we messed around. We weren’t even having sex yet, and I felt more satisfied with our sex life than I ever had with any other girl. She would always lay there naked in my arms afterwards while we talked or fell asleep. I would have never even considered cuddling like that with another girl, but with Maggie it was my favorite time of the day.

It was during that time that we talked about the future. I used to only know the facts about my future: college, law school, job. Now I actually could picture a good life in my future, feel excitement and hope for what was to come. I could see Maggie as my wife, us with kids, the whole shebang. It wasn’t even that I could just see it. I wanted to make it happen for me and for Maggie.

“What if we don’t get into the same school?” She asked me one night when we were wrapped around each other once our heart rates had returned to normal. Neither of us could move, not that we wanted to anyway.

She brought up the one subject that I didn’t really want to think about anytime soon. “I don’t know. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better, Parker,” she said with a huff. I kept moving my fingers up and down her back in an effort to keep both of us calm. Touching her kept my worries and fears at bay, and I knew being close to me did the same for her.

“I know, baby.” That was all I could say. The plan was to attend law school together and then go from there. We knew we wanted to be together. That was enough for me. It had felt good to finally admit my feelings to myself and to Maggie. Now I told her as often as I could how much I loved her. It was like I couldn’t keep it in anymore. Maybe talking about my feelings made me a pussy, but I was man enough to tell my girl how I felt about her any time I wanted. She deserved to hear it all the time.

“You know we both have a really good chance at getting into Emory, so focus on that,” I told her. “We’ll be together no matter what. I’m not giving you up,” and I meant it. That was what I wanted right then, to be with her forever no matter what I had to give up.

I felt her smile against my chest. “Well, that’s good to hear.”

“I love you, Maggie, more than words.”

She tilted her head up to look me in the eyes. “I love you, too.” She smiled sweetly and looked so beautiful. Her hair was messy and her lips were swollen from kissing me. Even her tired eyes were perfect. Sometimes it was hard to breathe when I thought about how lucky I was to have this amazing girl in my arms, but I remembered the long journey to this moment and wouldn’t trade anything for it.

When the following week rolled around Maggie and I both received our letters of admission to Emory Law School. We were both relieved to have been accepted into the same school. We didn’t have to apply anywhere else, and more importantly we didn’t have to worry about being apart. Thanks to Maggie’s dad, we could also live in the house for a couple more years.

Pops and Preston were thrilled that we were staying close by as well. We celebrated with them the night our letters arrived. I loved that my family had adopted Maggie. Her family was so different than mine, and I think she was exactly what we needed just as much as we were what she needed.

Maggie’s parents…well, Maggie’s dad showed his pride in his typical way. He threw some money at Maggie and tried to get her to talk to her mother. When that conversation didn’t go well, he reserved their beach house in Florida for us for Spring Break so we could celebrate with our friends. That’s how I found myself leaving for an eight-hour drive down to Florida at 5:00 the Saturday morning of Spring Break.

Maggie

Max, Becca, Parker and I were on our way down to our beach house as soon as we were all in the car on Saturday morning. Sarah and Billy were coming on Sunday after the band played a gig on Saturday, but the four of us didn’t want to wait. We were going to have a week of drama-free fun, and I for one couldn’t wait. My iPod was playing 80’s rock the whole drive down, and we had a blast singing along, eating junk food, and playing silly car games.

When we arrived at the beach it was still sunny and warm. We rolled the windows down to smell the salty air from the ocean as we drove into town to get provisions for the house. By provisions I meant food, but the boys took that as a reason to buy cases of beer and margarita mix. It appeared that they planned to party while we were there, which was fine by me. It was our week of freedom to do whatever we wanted.

Not surprisingly, my phone was ringing just as we finished bringing all the stuff up the stairs to the house. “You have perfect timing, Daddy,” I answered as I stepped onto the porch overlooking our private beach and pool.

“Hey kid! I guess you made it there safe and sound.”

“We did. We already stopped by the grocery store and unloaded the car.”

“Good. Good. Walk around and check the house for me. It’s been a while since it’s been empty, and you know how renters can be.”

“I will. I’ll also lock all the doors and set the alarm like you said the last three times we talked.”

“Don’t give your old man a hard time, kid. It’s my job to worry about my little girl.”

“I know, Daddy. You don’t have to worry though. Parker and Max are here.”

“If you say so. You want to talk to your mom?”

Do I ever want to talk to my mother?
“No. I want to go unpack and get out to the beach. I only have a couple hours of daylight left.”

“All right, darlin’. Go have fun and call if you need anything. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye Daddy.” I hung up and took a deep breath inhaling the fresh ocean air in. I loved the beach.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against a hard body. I could tell it was Parker by the hands, smell, and body pressing against me, as if anyone else would grab me like that though. In just a few months, my body had come to know his, and we still hadn’t even had sex yet. I was hoping that this beach trip would change that, and I packed accordingly. I would be in barely there bikinis the majority of the time, and I had been on birth control since January thanks to Sarah. She knew what I had been hoping for and made sure I was prepared. I was more than ready to have sex with my boyfriend. Now, I just had to let him know I was ready.

Parker pulled me closer to him and rested his chin on top of my head. “What’d your dad say?”

“Same thing. Check the house. Lock the doors. Be careful. Don’t disturb the neighbors. I think he wishes he was here with us.”

“Who can blame him? This place is beautiful. I didn’t think it would be warm enough, but we’re far enough south where I think we could even swim.”

“The pool is heated, so we can definitely swim in that. I don’t know about the ocean in March though. There’s always the hot tub though,” I offered as suggestively as I could.

“Hmm…I think we could find ways of enjoying the hot tub.” Parker nuzzled my neck just under my ear and ran his hands under the hem of my shirt. “Of course I think we could find ways to stay warm in the ocean as well.” His suggestion immediately made my core tingle, and I had to shift my legs to relieve some of the ache.

“Mr. Pryce, are you telling me that you’re actually an exhibitionist?” I flirted back.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby.”

“What if I wanted you to be in bed with me?” I knew my cheeks were red, but thankfully I was facing away from him.

“I think we could arrange that. What do you want to do when we get there?” He was taunting me. I never talked dirty. I couldn’t even say most things in front of Sarah, so I wasn’t sure how Parker expected me to be able to come up with the words to describe what I wanted him to do to me. Instead I just made coy suggestions and let him lead the way. This was his way of trying to get me to open up, but talking about it made me super uneasy and obnoxiously red.

“Parker…”

His voice was just a whisper. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Maggie. Don’t be shy.”

“You know I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Just tell me what you want.” His hands were sliding further under my shirt and toying with the waistband of my jeans.

Now it was me who was whispering. I couldn’t find my voice. I was turned on and a little nervous, but it was time I told Parker what I wanted. “I want you inside of me.”

He turned me around in his arms and looked right in my eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I’ve wanted that since we…well, you know. I’m ready.”

Parker’s face looked torn. He looked excited, but the way pressed his lips together told me he was nervous as well. I know he was worried about hurting me, but I was ready. My body was ready. It was time.

“Hey! You guys ready to go to the beach?” Max had stepped out onto the porch interrupting our private moment.

Parker’s head snapped up. “Yeah. Let’s go get changed.” He turned back to me. “We’ll get back to this later tonight.” With a quick kiss he led me back in the house, so we could get changed.

Parker guided me through the house to my room where he had stored our bags earlier. The whole house was beachy chic with natural colors everywhere and palm tree art and figurines adorning every surface. It was considered an estate with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and everything we needed for a week at the beach.

Parker and I were staying in the room where I always slept growing up. Max tried to get me to stay in the master bedroom, but it felt weird sleeping with Parker in the bed where my parents always stayed. We decided to leave that for Sarah and Billy. They needed the privacy more than anyone. Had that room not been on the opposite side of the house, we may have been drawing straws to see who was stuck in the room next to them.

I bravely attempted to seductively change into a simple black bikini right in front of Parker. It felt a little comical for me to be sexy, especially since I wasn’t completely comfortable being naked in front of him in the daylight, but I wanted the only thing on his mind to be me. While I slowly peeled my clothes off before I shimmied into my teeny tiny bikini, his eyes never strayed from my body. Judging from the erection I saw when he changed into his swim trunks, I would say it was working.

“Babe, you’re killing me,” Parker finally said as his hands roamed my body once we were both dressed and covered in suntan lotion.

“Good.” I smirked. “Now, come on. Max and Becca are waiting.”

Parker groaned as I threw my dress over my head and walked out the door.

Parker

Seeing Maggie naked was torture. Seeing Maggie in the tiny bikini was torture. Seeing Maggie running on the beach to catch a Frisbee in that tiny bikini was torture. I wanted to bury myself in my girlfriend, especially after our conversation on the porch, but for some damn reason I kept talking myself out of it. Even though we had done practically everything else together, and even though I was no stranger to girls and to sex, I was terrified of hurting her. I had never been with a virgin, and Maggie’s first time doing
anything
was with me. Everything with her was amazing, but I was afraid to ruin it all with one wrong move.

Maggie, however, seemed to be dead set on driving me mad until I gave in to her though. She knew how I felt about her body, and she was making damn sure that she was on display for me. When we tested out the ocean water, she pressed her perfect breasts against my chest when the cold water rushed up her legs. I held her up against my body, but not without feeling it in my shorts. The wonderful torture continued the entire time we were on the beach. For someone who didn’t have much experience with men, Maggie sure knew what to do to keep me focused on her body.

Finally we went inside to shower and get ready for dinner. I grabbed Maggie and dragged her to our room and right into the bathroom. “You’re killing me.”

“What do you mean?” She asked innocently, but the little smile she couldn’t hide told me she was messing with me.

I picked her up and her legs wrapped around my waist as I walked us into the large tiled shower. “Don’t play innocent with me. Any more of that little performance out there, and I would have either taken you in the ocean right in front of Max and Becca or suffered the rest of the trip with blue balls.”

She laughed and climbed down. “Let’s see what we can do about that.” She immediately started undressing me and dropped to her knees. I hit the jackpot with Maggie. My girl loves giving head, and she got a gold star. Every. Single. Time. I happily gave back for everything she gave me though. It wasn’t in my nature to leave her unsatisfied, and I might even say that watching her was just as good for me if not better. Knowing I was the only one who had ever gotten to see her like that did something to me. I couldn’t explain it if I tried.

After a day from hell and a shower from heaven, we went down to a little local seafood joint for dinner and enjoyed the atmosphere. A local band played party songs, which we all thoroughly enjoyed. The food was really good as well. Afterwards we walked around for a bit and played a round of alcohol-induced mini golf then went back to the house and had a few more drinks while we hung out in the hot tub. When Max and Becca headed to bed, Maggie and I took a walk on the Miller’s private section of the beach where it was dark and deserted.

We were walking hand-in-hand through the soft sand when Maggie hummed, “Mmm…I love the beach. It is the one place in the world where I feel no stress.”

“It’s nice, isn’t it? We didn’t come much after Mom started feeling bad, but she used to bring us down once or twice a year before that. Preston was afraid of the water and would only go in if Mom held his hand. I don’t know if he’s ever been since she passed.”

“We should come back in the summer then and invite him. He could have come this time if he hadn’t wanted to stay in Atlanta with Libby.”

“Ahh…the elusive Libby. Did you finally meet her?” I still thought it was funny that my brother had a “serious girlfriend.” They met the week before Valentine’s Day, and the next thing I knew, Libby was all Preston could talk about. He called Maggie all the time for advice on where to take her on dates and how to impress her. The girls all jumped on board to help him now. They were always talking him into doing one crazy thing after another. I think Preston liked the attention from our girls, and I couldn’t say that Max and I hadn’t benefitted from overhearing their conversations, hence the impromptu ice-skating and the s’mores night.

Maggie shrugged. “I did. She’s nice. He could do a lot worse, I guess.”

I could tell Maggie wasn’t crazy about Libby but wasn’t willing to say anything bitchy about her. “It sounds like he could do a lot better as well.”

“No.” She smacked my arm, so I put my arm around her shoulder to prevent further abuse. “Libby’s nice. They’re just…young. Remember how you were freshmen year. Were you ready for a serious relationship?”

“Hell no. Are you kidding? Look how long it took me to admit how I felt about you even though I knew you were it for me as soon as you turned around in our dorm room, right before your dad threatened my balls.”

She laughed and leaned her head against me. “Well, I’m glad your balls are safe and sound. Preston’s might not be though.”

“Babe, please don’t talk about my brother’s nuts with me.”

She laughed again then explained. “I’m just saying he’s in that experimental phase now. Maybe you could offer him some of your wisdom before he catches something. Maybe all of those years of sowing your wild oats would finally be worth it.”

I leaned over and kissed her head. “You’re so funny,” I said sarcastically. “Maybe we should bring Preston and Libby to the beach with us. You could teach her how to be a lady, and I could talk to him about bagging it?”

“Parker!” That comment earned me an elbow to the gut, making me realize I preferred the arm smacks. My Maggie was vicious.

“What? You said to pass my wisdom on. It’s wise to use protection when screwing random girls.”

“Ugh. Gross. Let’s talk about something else.”

We had made it back to the house by this point, so I pulled her down on one of their double lounge chairs we had pulled out onto the beach earlier. She sat in between my legs and leaned her back against my chest.

“I love you, Parker,” She said as she stared out at the ocean. “I knew you were something special that first day too.”

“Did you now?” I pinched her side making her squirm and rub against me.

“Well, I hoped anyway.”

“Me too.” I traced kisses down her neck, and she tilted her head to give me better access. “You know we’re completely alone out here.”

“Yeah? And?”

I trailed my hand up her thigh lifting her thin dress up. I slowly traced a path up one thigh and back down the other causing her to squirm wildly against me. I continued to tease her until she climbed off of me on shaky legs and turned around to straddle me. My hands slid up her thighs under her dress where I could easily grab her perfect rear.