Chaser

by Staci Hart

  I shrugged and walked over to the black Boxster. “It’s my beach car.”

  She followed, the beat of her heels against the concrete echoing in the room. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually ridden in a Porsche before.”

  I smiled. “Well, allow me to introduce you.” I opened the door for her, and she slipped in, looking around, wide eyed.

  “Swanky, Coop.”

  I chuckled and closed her door, walking around to climb into the driver’s seat. She perked up when I started the engine.

  “Oh, that sound.”

  “Just wait.” I took a second to appreciate Maggie dressed like she was, sitting in my Porsche, looking like an absolute fantasy. I smirked and backed out of the garage, taking off up the driveway with the chirp of my tires.

  She giggled. “Okay, I guess I see the appeal.”

  I laughed.

  We drove into town and parked on the main drag in front of the bistro. I helped her out of the car and offered her my arm.

  I was king of the universe with Maggie on my arm.

  We stepped into the quiet restaurant, following the host through the dim dining room and to a table for two with crisp white linens. I pulled out her chair, and she smiled at me sweetly as she set down her clutch and took a seat.

  The restaurant was dark enough that the only light seemed to come from the cluster of candles on the table. I glanced around to see the faces of other patrons like islands in the dark around us. Our waiter materialized next to the table with a smile and poured our water, introducing himself and giving us a brief rundown of the menu before disappearing again, leaving us alone.

  I sat back in my seat watching her look over the small menu, her brow creased just enough to know she wasn’t quite sure of herself.

  “This all sounds delicious, but why aren’t there prices?”

  I smiled. “The price is per meal. Just pick three courses.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Do I want to know how much it costs?”

  “Probably not.”

  She sighed and shook her head, red lips curved into a smile as she glanced back at her menu. “I don’t know that I’ve ever eaten dandelion before. And oxtail … is that actually …”

  I chuckled. “Yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like.”

  “Oh. Maybe I’ll stick to lobster, then.”

  I glanced at my menu. “They’ll pair our wine, if that works for you?”

  “I’m sure they’d do a much better job than I would.” She looked up at me. “I’m a little intimidated.”

  I gave her a reassuring smile. “Well, here’s a tip. Everything here is amazing. It really doesn’t matter what you choose.”

  She seemed comforted. “I suppose that makes sense, what with the unspeakable price tag and all.” She laid her menu back on her plate and reached across the table for my hand. “Thank you, Cooper.”

  I took her hand and ran my thumb across her knuckles. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad you’re here. This has been …”

  Her face softened. “I know,” she said quietly.

  I put on The Smile, skirting the topic like I’d promised. “Not that either of us doubted I could convince you to come.”

  Maggie laughed and squeezed my hand. “No, I’m just a sucker for you. I’m generally much more fastidious in my decisions.”

  “Oh, I know. We’re old buddies, the rules and me.”

  “Never stops you from trying to break them though, does it?”

  One week. This is it. Don’t let her go. I pushed down my rambling thoughts and shrugged. “I didn’t break them. Just bent them a little.”

  The waiter appeared again and took our order, removing our menus with a smile and a quiet whoosh before he was gone once more.

  I steered the conversation away from us and sat across from her, hanging on every word, every smile, as a small part of me held its breath, not knowing how long our moment would last. I watched her face when our food came, as she took each bite and moaned ever so softly, the light in her eyes sparking with adventure.

  It was too perfect, too good. The taste of reality she’d given me before we’d left the beach house had shaken my confidence, the reminder that our lives were waiting for us back home — West, her rules, her past. It was a reminder that I didn’t know how she felt, didn’t know what she wanted.

  I didn’t know if I was ready to find out.

  I wasn’t ready for the day to end, but it would. The clock would tick and tick until the seconds piled up and turned into minutes, into hours. And then it would be tomorrow.

  I didn’t want tomorrow at all.

  I hung on to the hope that I would be enough for her. That she’d take a chance on me. I knew she felt what I did. I just needed her to want to feel it. I needed her to say yes.

  I wasn’t prepared for anything other than yes. I couldn’t fathom it. I couldn’t imagine a universe in which Maggie wasn’t sitting across from me looking like everything I’ve ever wanted.

  If no was the answer, I’d keep trying because I couldn’t walk away from her. Especially not now.

  We walked to the ice cream shop after dinner, eating our cones in my Porsche like the irresponsible youths that we were. I took her hand and towed her out of the house and down the trail to the ocean. Her shoes hung on her fingers with the moonlight in her hair, on her skin, in her eyes as we walked along the shore, letting the waves wash over our feet.

  She held my hand, shifting her fingers against mine as if she were paying just as much attention to the places where we touched as she was anything else, which was a lot. Maggie just experienced life that way — she was an open vessel, pouring the world into herself as if she’d never fill up.

  I pulled her to a stop on the beach, and she looked back, confused for only the blink of an eye before she smiled and stepped toward me, reaching up to cup my face and kiss me. She breathed me in, and I breathed her, our lips tender and insistent.

  My arms were around her. Her body was against mine. My heart was in her hands, and I knew.

  There would never be anyone else.

  She smiled up at me, turning to walk away without breaking her gaze as she tossed her shoes up the beach and reached for the hem of her dress. Her fingers hooked under it, and she pulled it up over her hips, over her ribs, over her head. She had nothing else on.

  I tossed my shoes in the direction of hers and tugged at my tie, unable to get my clothes off fast enough as I watched her step into the ocean in the moonlight. I followed her in, reaching her once she stopped past the breaks where it was calm.

  She turned to face me, and I reached for her, slipped a hand around her waist and pulled until our bodies met, her soft skin against mine. Her legs wrapped around me, and as she dragged her hands through the water, a soft glow trailed through her fingers. She did it again, and we watched in wonder at the magic of it all. When she looked up at me, her eyes were too open, too much.

  I love you. Don’t leave me.

  But I couldn’t speak. Not with words. So I told her the story of my love with the rest of me. With my lips and my hands. With a touch and a sigh. I loved her, and I didn’t know if I could keep her. But I would try.

  I would never stop trying.

  I made the silent promise with the ocean in my ears and her arms around my neck. And when I slipped inside of her and took her mouth, took her body, I could feel her heart, feel her soul. I only hoped she could feel mine too.

  Maggie

  My face was buried in his neck, my body humming as he pulsed inside of me. We were wrapped in each other, cradled in each other’s arms in the moonlight, my body his completely.

  My heart reached for him with every beat.

  I closed my lips over the salty skin of his neck, eyes closed and heart open. The day had been a dream, but the night — the night had shown me something I hadn’t even realized I’d been hoping for. It gave me a glimpse into what it would be like to be with Cooper. What it would be like to love him. What it would be
like if he loved me, too.

  I didn’t want to let him go.

  His hands slipped into my hair, his lips finding my shoulder, and I leaned back so I could see him. The shadows cast half of his face into the dark, his blue eyes so full of moonlight that they almost glowed. Those eyes were full of adoration. I knew mine said the same.

  His eyes disappeared behind a flutter of dark lashes as he leaned forward to kiss me, a kiss full of devotion and quiet worship, and I gave him the same, this beautiful man who showed me what it meant to be cherished.

  He carried me back to the shore, setting me down once we were waist deep. I took his hand and followed him out of the ocean to the pile of clothes we’d thrown on the beach, gathering them with smiles on our faces.

  Neither of us spoke. We’d already said it all.

  My thoughts circled as we walked up to the house. I’d denied him, denied myself the chance to be with him, and why? The reasons that seemed so concrete a few days before had dissipated like fog in the sunshine.

  I wanted Cooper, and he wanted me. It was that simple.

  We climbed the stairs to the back patio and made our way into the dark house. He paused to kiss my hair.

  “Mmm,” I hummed. “I think I want to take a bath.”

  His hand skimmed down my back. “I’ll make us a drink. Bourbon?”

  “Yes, please.” I turned and slipped my hands up his chest to his jaw, pulling him down to kiss me once more.

  When he broke away, he trailed his nose against the bridge of mine, and we breathed for just a moment before he smiled and turned for the kitchen, taking my breath with him.

  I couldn’t stop smiling. Not as I dimmed the bathroom lights and ran the bath or as I sank into the steaming water. Definitely not when he came in, still naked, carrying a scotch for himself and a bourbon for me. I took it graciously and sighed, sinking a little further into the massive tub.

  He smirked and moved to the shower.

  “No bath for you?” I pouted.

  That rogue corner of his crooked lips climbed a little higher. “You look so comfortable. Wouldn’t want to disturb you.” He opened the glass door and reached in to turn on the shower, taking a sip of his drink while he waited for the water to heat up.

  My eyes roamed up and down his body. “Oh, it’d be no bother. Really.”

  He laughed and set his drink on the counter before stepping into the steaming stream.

  I sighed again, my chest so full of emotions that I felt as if I didn’t exhale, I’d cracked open and they would spill out.

  I’d told him earlier that I wanted to wait to talk. I saw the hurt and fear flit behind his eyes when he’d agreed. But in the ocean, in the moment when we were as close as we’d ever been, I’d looked into his eyes, and I knew there was no going back. I didn’t want to lose the feeling. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to be with him.

  I wanted to try.

  The second I thought it, my heart and stomach switched places. Doubt flew through me as I worried I wasn’t ready, worried he would hurt me. But it was gone just as quickly.

  When I looked beyond our past, the answer was clear. I wanted to be with him. Everything else was just details.

  I watched him through the glass as he ran his hands through his hair, face upturned to the light, eyes closed as the water ran down his body. I’d cared for him all along, I realized. Since the very first night.

  I’d used everything that had happened to me as an excuse because I was scared. But deep down, I knew Cooper wouldn’t hurt me. I’d always known.

  He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, and I watched as he took a moment to dry himself off, running the towel over his hair before wrapping it around his waist. The second he stepped out of the shower and his eyes met mine, he shot me that smile that made my uterus do flip-flops. My gaze wandered down his chest, coming to rest on his hips where the towel was wrapped around that V that pointed straight to the Promised Land.

  Cooper smirked at me and whipped that towel off like a goddamn stripper. The next thing I knew, the towel was flying at my face, and I laughed when it hit me, the sound muffled by the thick terrycloth as the ends sank in the water around me.

  By the time I looked up, I only caught sight of his bare ass as he walked into the bedroom.

  “Don’t make me wait, Mags.”

  My cheeks flushed as I fished the wet ends of his towel out of the water and wrung them out.

  I wouldn’t make him wait anymore. Not a second longer.

  A few minutes later, I slipped in bed with him, naked as he was. He lay on his side, head propped on his hand, and as soon as I was under the covers, he pulled me into him. My head rested against the mattress, and I looked up, smiling.

  He moved my hair from my face and traced my jaw. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For agreeing to come with me here. For letting me show you all of this.”

  “I had no idea. You kinda blew my mind.” I made an explosion sound with my mouth, and he laughed.

  “Then we’re even.”

  We watched each other for a moment as his hand slipped down my shoulder and arm.

  “Maggie,” the word was tight, and he looked down to his thumb shifting against my skin.

  I laid a hand on his solid chest, feeling his heart beat under my palm. “To hell with the rules.”

  His eyes darted to mine, and he watched me, his hand moving to cover my own. “Do you mean that?” It was almost a whisper.

  “I don’t want this to end, you and me. You make me feel good and true and … right. I don’t want to lose this feeling.”

  “You want me?”

  I laughed, the sound tight as I held back tears. “I want you, Cooper. Do you want me?”

  His eyes searched mine. “More than anything.”

  “Then everything else will be all right,” I said simply. “Just be patient with me.”

  “I’ll do whatever I have to do, Maggie.” His hand found my cheek, fingers in my hair. “Just tell me what you need.”

  “You,” I whispered. “Just you.”

  He didn’t speak, just closed his eyes and kissed me, touched me, gave himself to me as I’d asked. I could feel the echo of my past buried somewhere in the back of my mind, but I wouldn’t be swayed to listen, not in Cooper’s arms. There was nowhere I’d rather be but surrounded by him where nothing could touch me. No one could hurt me.

  The weight of his body, the softness of his skin against mine, was everything. The sweetness of his lips, the hardness of his body as he slipped inside of me, stealing my breath, stealing my heart. His eyes were on mine, the emotion written on the planes of his face as he thumbed my cheek. I turned into his hand and pressed my lips to his palm as he dropped his forehead to mine.

  My legs wound around his waist, and the sheets slipped away as our hips rolled against each other faster. And when I looked up at him, I understood what I’d been missing for so long. I understood what I’d always been missing, what I’d misunderstood for all my life.

  I let my heart go, let my body go, and he was right behind me, breathing my name like the word was sacred.

  Our bodies slowed, and he wrapped his arms around me, shifting to his side, holding me to his chest with his fingers in my hair.

  We lay that way in the moonlight for a long time, not moving, just breathing until our breaths finally slowed, leaving us hanging on the edge of sleep. His warmth left me for the briefest, coldest of moments before returning to me. He placed a towel in my hand that I used to lazily clean up before tossing it away, and then I slipped back into his arms.

  I felt everything — the heat of his skin against my cheek, the beat of his heart thundering through me until mine matched its pace, the length of his body entwined with mine. His strong arms held me like he’d never let me go, and that was exactly how I drifted off to sleep.

  PIECES OF ME

  Maggie

  I SHIFTED AGAINST HIM, FEELING his arms around me, wanting n
othing more than to stay in that bed all day. Forever. His arms tightened as he stirred, pulling me into his chest.

  He kissed my bare shoulder, and I rolled over to face him with my heart fluttering. The sandy stretch of beach and rolling ocean beyond the windows framed him, and when he smiled at me … well, I knew it was a moment I wouldn’t forget.

  “Good morning,” he said, his voice rough from disuse.

  “Morning.” He was so warm, and I nestled into his chest. “I don’t want to leave.”

  “Then let’s stay.”

  I sighed. “I wish we could.”

  “There’s not much that could stop us.”

  The ache in my chest was deep, but I smiled, making light. “But I’ll never prove my worth to your mom if I quit showing up.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, your work there is done.”

  “Why does that terrify me to think that you’ve been talking to your mother about me?”

  Cooper backed up so he could see me. “She brought you up the other night at dinner. She kind of went on about you.”

  “So she likes me?”

  “She definitely likes you.”

  “I hope she didn’t think I was weird the other day. I was just so surprised your mother was our benefactor. And also super pissed at you for interfering.”

  “I know what it’s like to be controlled. I’d never do that to you.”

  I curled back into his chest, and his arms squeezed a little tighter. “What are we going to do about West?”

  Cooper’s chest rose and fell as he sighed. “I don’t know. He’s not going to take it well, but I have to believe that if he knows I won’t hurt you, he’ll be all right.”

  Worry over their friendship wriggled through my brain. “I hope so.”

  He stretched to look at the clock and sighed again. “We should probably get going.”

  I groaned.

  “Hungry?”

  I piped down. “Actually, yes.”

  “Let’s go get breakfast and get back on the water.”

  I let out a breath. “Food and sailing. Those are maybe the only two things that could drag me out of bed, besides you. But you’re here, so …”