Finding Us (Finding #2)

by Shealy James

  “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.

  “What are you waiting for, Parker?”

  “What do you mean, babe?” I knew what she meant, but I was trying my best to avoid talking about it.

  “I love everything we do together, but you know I want you. I’m done waiting…unless…” She hid her face in my shoulder when she said, “Do you not want to have sex with me?”

  I shot straight up and lifted her, so I could see her face. “You don’t know how desperate I am to be with you like that, Maggie.”

  Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Then what is it?” she asked.

  I wiped the wrinkle from her brow with my thumbs then told her the truth. “I’m scared to death of hurting you. From what I know there’s no avoiding it, and you know that I’m no small member.”

  She settled deeper on my lap and pressed her heat against me. “Mmm…definitely not small,” she hummed. “It’ll be ok though. I’m ready. I know the first time isn’t always great, but I love you and want to be with you.”

  “Me too, baby.” Our lips found each other and the kiss deepened. I picked her up and felt her legs tighten around me.

  “Where are we going?” She asked when she broke our kiss.

  “I’m taking you to bed. Your first time isn’t going to be outside where anyone can see you. I want to be able to take my time with you.”

  “That sounds nice.”

  “Nice isn’t going to be the word to describe it, baby.”

  In the bedroom I closed the door as Maggie stood on the other side of the room in front of the bed. I could tell she was nervous, but hell, so was I. This moment was important for her, for us, and I had to do this right.

  “Parker,” she said as I walked over to her.

  “Yeah baby?”

  “I want this…with you.”

  It was like she knew I needed the encouragement, the reminder that she wasn’t doing this for me. I knew she wanted this experience. I even knew she wanted it with me, but hearing it once more took some of the pressure off.

  “That’s good baby because I want this with you more than you know,” I told her just before our lips connected. I gently guided her back to the bed and whispered how beautiful she was. I told her how much I loved her then I showed her over and over with gentle touches and kisses. The way her skin tasted was better than any dessert ever created. It was like she was made only for me.

  She moaned and writhed beneath me as I pressed against her, and it was all I could do to keep myself from rushing to get her out of her clothes. With all the control I could muster, I slowly peeled each layer of clothing from her body punctuating each new trace of skin with the touch of my fingers and lips.

  “Parker,” she breathed and my heart picked up the pace. Hearing my name from her lips still did something to me when we were like this. My heart pounded harder and felt full somehow. Maggie was everything I ever needed.

  With that in mind I slowly climbed back up her body once all the layers were removed from between us and did everything I could to make her first time better than anything she could have ever imagined.

  Chapter 4

  Maggie

  I woke up the next morning pleasantly sore and happily pressed against Parker. I was no longer a virgin, officially. That had me smiling like the Cheshire cat. Parker was right. Nice wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what he did to me that night, what we did to each other, what we did together. Wonderful. Breathtaking. Romantic. Sensual. I needed a thesaurus to describe what we had done, and I needed a nap so we could do it again.

  He was careful with me, but it still hurt a bit even though he did everything he could to make it good for me. He used his magic fingers and mind-blowing mouth to make me come before he even tried to enter me. He took his time, and I thought it was perfect. I knew it would only get better, but as far as first time experiences go, I was lucky. Not only was he patient and careful with my body, but I also shared my first time with someone that I was completely head over heels in love with. How many people can say that?

  Afterwards, the way he held me was just as validating as the actual act. He pressed me close to his body and held me tightly as if he never wanted to let go. The words he whispered in my ear until I fell asleep were personal and everything I needed to hear. He was without a doubt the only many for me, and I kept thanking my lucky stars that there had never been anyone before him.

  I felt Parker stir against my back, so I rolled over to face him with the wide smile on my face. “Good morning.”

  He kissed my forehead sweetly. “Morning. How do you feel this morning?” His voice was scratchy from sleep, and he had a little stubble on his face. Parker was seriously sexy in the morning.

  “Good. Great. A little sore,” I told him honestly as I snuggled closer to him.

  “I’m going to have to leave you alone for a day or so. No tiny bikinis today.”

  “I’m not making any promises. I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance.”

  He groaned. “You need time to heal. Let’s go run and spend the day hanging out on the beach with Max and Becca. I can’t stay in bed with you talking like that knowing I can’t do anything about it after last night.”

  I laughed as he pressed a kiss to my forehead and climbed out of bed. I watched him throw on some shorts and head to the bathroom. When he came out, I was still laying in bed completely naked.

  “Come on babe. Get moving.”

  “We’re on vacation!” I rolled over onto my belly and snuggled into my pillow.

  “Since when do you take time off from running?”

  “Since I would rather lay in bed with my incredibly hot boyfriend.”

  Parker climbed back on the bed. “Incredibly hot, huh?” I nodded. He crawled up me like he was going to take advantage of my naked body, but moved quickly out of the way. I squealed when he popped me on my bum. “I won’t be incredibly hot if I stop working out, now will I? Get up before it gets too hot outside.”

  “Ugh! Fine!” I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I felt his eyes follow my naked body from across the room, so I added a little wiggle to my walk before I closed the door.

  I heard him groan before he yelled, “Hurry up!” and walked out of the bedroom. Mission accomplished!

  We went for our usual morning run and then came back to the house for breakfast. Max and Becca hadn’t come out of their room yet, so we ate, cleaned up, and swam in the pool alone until they joined us. While alone Parker and I found creative ways to entertain ourselves, which really meant we tortured each other with constant teasing and no relief. Once Max and Becca finally dragged themselves out of their cocoon, the four of us spent a perfect day hanging out on the beach playing bocce ball and other beach games that we had stored at the house. The boys tried body boarding and skim boarding while Becca and I sat under the large umbrella on lounge chairs reading romance novels.

  “Things seem to be going we
ll with you and Parker.” Becca said once the boys had left us for the water. Parker had kissed me soundly several times before he headed down to the water. Max on the other hand had simply squeezed his girlfriend’s shoulder then punched Parker to get him to hurry up.

  I couldn’t help the ridiculous smile that I had on my face. “Things are great. I guess we were able to get to the good stuff quickly and skip all of that awkward first date stuff because we were friends first.”

  “It’s sweet, you know? You two have always had chemistry, but the years of waiting just turned into foreplay. I think it’ll make the honeymoon period last longer.”

  “You and Max aren’t in the honeymoon period anymore, huh?” I asked carefully. I never pried in Max and Becca’s relationship. It was hard to be friends with both of them separately and talk openly about their relationship. I always had to tread lightly when I spoke to Becca. She was dating my best friend.

  “Not so much,” she sighed. “Don’t get me wrong. Things are really good, but everything is routine, you know?”

  I laughed. “No, I don’t know. This is my first real relationship, remember?”

  “Yeah, I know. Well, you’ll see. Eventually you and Parker will get busy and fall into a predictable routine. Nothing will be wrong, but it won’t be nearly as exciting as it is now. Everything is new right now, so enjoy it while you can.”

  “Becca, that is the most depressing thing I have ever heard you say.”

  “I know. Sorry,” she silently laughed. “We just had a really good morning, and I had forgotten how great things could be. I’m dreading going home because I don’t want to go back to reality. I want to live in one of these romance novels where there’s constantly drama and excitement.”

  “You want chains and whips kind of excitement? I’m surprised. I always took you for a drama free kind of girl.” I said surprised.