Fire & Ice: A Ménage Fantasy

by Chance Carter

  In spite of all that, Coop hadn’t given up on love. He was a romantic at heart and had to believe that his soul mate was still out there. Hockey had offered him a good living, but not a good life. Being 36 and still a bachelor was not something he had ever envisioned for himself. There was no shortage of women wanting to hook up with him, but he needed something more. It was like they were offering him take out burgers when what he really craved was a home cooked roast beef dinner with all the trimmings, including a family around the table. He had always imagined that he would be a husband and father by now, which was something he wanted more than anything.

  Over the past four or five years he had become more discriminating with his partners and found himself dating less and less. In fact, he had only been with two women in that time period, both of which he had thought he might have a real future with. Unfortunately, they didn’t last. Abigail was a wonderful woman, but married to her job. When they talked about taking their relationship to the next level, she dropped the bomb on him that she didn’t want kids. Ever. He cared about her, but that was a deal breaker for him.

  And Kim? Well, she just broke his heart. Things started out strong, they really did. She was a beautiful young actress with a good role in one of the popular daytime soaps. They’d met at a charity golf event, and had hit it off instantly. She said he was the nicest guy she’d ever met. She loved that he had a romantic streak, and that he was so grounded. She told him she was ready for a serious relationship. They were completely crazy about each other, and within just a few months she moved in with him. He knew things were moving quickly, but he was happy for the first time in a very long while. They seemed to have the same aspirations—career, marriage, and family. It was all in the plan. They had shared a lot of passion in the beginning, but soon after hockey season started, her shine began to dim. He was still crazy about her, but she seemed a little lost.

  The truth was that his job was extremely demanding for seven or eight months of the year, longer if they made it to the playoffs. During that time he lived and breathed hockey. When he wasn’t playing, he was practicing, and sometimes he was on the road for a week or more at a time. He tried to talk to her every day but their schedules were offset, and oftentimes they could only communicate through texting. It wasn’t ideal, but that was their life. He definitely understood her frustration—because he felt it too—but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

  Of course when he was in town he tried to dote on her as much as possible, saving all his free time to be with her, but as the season went on, she became less and less invested. Then one night, just as the season was winding down, he was swarmed by paparazzi from TMZ as he was coming out of Madison Square Garden in New York. They wanted to fill him in on some juicy gossip and get his ‘candid’ reaction. Kim had been caught canoodling with her co-star the night before, and there were pictures to prove it. After they shoved them in his face, Coop put his head down and jumped into the bus with his teammates. He was devastated, but went back to the hotel and called her, hoping she would explain that it was all a misunderstanding and they would end up laughing it off, but she didn’t answer. He texted her, asking for her to call him back, but his phone stayed silent all night. When he got home, he found that her closet had been cleared out. She had left him a note. On a post it. Stuck to the fridge.

  Sorry Coop, you’re a great guy. I hate myself for this, but it is over. Take care. Kim

  In spite of his efforts to connect with her, even if only for a proper goodbye, she refused to see him. That was rough and did some real damage. It took him months to get over her, though it didn’t help that she was constantly turning up in the rag magazines, web sites and entertainment news, making headlines while in the midst of a steamy affair with a young, A-list movie star.

  That all happened over a year ago and he had been single ever since, but at least he wasn’t unhappy anymore. The truth he had come to realize was that he had dodged a bullet when Kim walked out. In the time between their break up and now, she had dumped her Hollywood boy-toy, then married—and divorced—a well-known plastic surgeon to the stars. He was doing just fine now, in fact, he was having the best season of his career. His stats had never been better. He was grateful for the career break, enjoyed a life free of constant drama, and hadn’t even considered dating anyone at all, until he met Nora.

  He pulled his car into the small parking lot outside of her office building, and turned off the ignition. He was a few minutes early so he flipped through his phone checking his messages. One of the young lads on the team had sent him a text razzing him about his date. He had told one of the guys he was taking a lady out that night and now they all knew. And they say women gossip, he thought to himself. Honestly, sometimes they could be worse than a gaggle of high school girls.

  He had to chuckle at the text. Hey old timer, I hear you have a date. Did you stop for Viagra? :D Seriously, good on ya man. It’s about time. See you later.

  Smart-ass, Coop thought, grinning to himself. Sadly, he was one of the oldest guys on the team. He had been in the NHL for almost half his life, and now, in what was the last year of his contract, he was considered one of the best goalies in the league. Although it was late in his career, he was enjoying the recognition and accolades, but it was bittersweet. He planned to announce his retirement after the end the season. He would always love the game, but he was ready to move on to something else.

  He looked up from his phone to see if Nora was coming. Several people were leaving the building but he didn’t see her yet.

  He wasn’t sure what it was that prompted him to call and ask her out, but something told him he needed to. They had only spoken for a few short minutes that night before the game, but he liked that she was seemed so self-assured. He also appreciated that she was as smart as she was beautiful. That was a sexy combination. On top of that, she actually loved hockey. He’d watched her watching the game and it was clear she was obviously more than just a fan. She understood the game in intimate detail, something he found particularly hot. Maybe it wouldn’t go anywhere, but he’d seen enough already to make him want to know more.

  Finally, he saw her exiting the building, looking long and lean in a summery dress, her long hair blowing in the breeze. She was fine as hell, he thought as he watched her cautiously approach. She cocked her head and looked towards the Audi, as if uncertain it was him. Coop nervously unfastened his seatbelt and quickly popped out of the car, hoping to set her at ease. He walked toward her and was greeted by her warm, inviting smile.

  “Hi again,” he offered softly, as soon as he was within ear shot.

  He held out his hand to her and regretted it almost at once, chiding himself for being so formal. His thoughts must have been easily read because she quickly reached out with both of hers, changing the formal handshake into a warm greeting.

  Nora chuckled softly, as if sensing his apprehension.

  “Hi there,” she cooed, shaking his hand gently, “I’m so happy you called.”

  He felt himself relax almost instantly. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it.

  “I’m happy you said yes. You look great by the way,” he added, leading her towards his car.

  “So do you. Look at you all dressed up,” she said, giving him a look that showed her approval.

  “Well, I am trying to impress,” he teased, opening the car door for her.

  “I hate to tell you this, but you could have shown up in jeans and a t-shirt and I would have been just as happy,” she admitted, flashing him a genuine smile before slipping into the passenger seat. “I’m actually pretty easy going.”

  “Good to know,” Coop grinned, gently closing the door for her.

  He ran around the car and slipped in beside her, trying to be casual while he stole a look at her beautiful long legs. His eyes traveled up her body and landed on her pretty face.

  “Ready to go?” he asked, starting the car without averting his eyes.

  “Yes,
I’m starving, actually. It’s been a long day,” Nora agreed, sitting back and making herself comfortable like she had been in his car a thousand times before. He liked that.

  “Good, because I made us a reservation at Broken Spanish. I hope you like Mexican?” Coop asked, easing the car into traffic.

  “I love it, but I pretty much enjoy everything,” she replied lightly, with no pretense whatsoever.

  “Awesome. This is one of my favorite spots. It’s one of those hidden gems that has managed to stay just barely under the radar. It’s plenty busy, but never feels over-crowded or rushed,” he explained, pulling onto the freeway. He quickly looked her way and smiled, feeling confident that they were going to have a great night.

  *

  Nora was impressive, no question about it. He felt completely at ease with her. She carried the conversation comfortably, which suited him just fine. Admittedly, he was a bit shy at first, so he was always grateful when he didn’t have to pull simple conversation out of his dates. It was something he always worried about when initially meeting someone.

  “So, Gage, tell me what has been your biggest challenge when it comes to relationships?” Nora asked him curiously, taking a bite of the tamales they were sharing. Coop looked up from the plate and met her eyes. He liked that she called him Gage. Not many people did, only family and a few close friends.

  “Honestly, my job. It makes it almost impossible to date, at least in my experience. I’m on the road a lot during the season, so it makes it difficult to build a meaningful relationship. I’m not exactly the dream boyfriend,” he explained, shrugging impassively. “As a result I tend to attract younger women who want to party. I guess that was okay when I was a kid, but it is not enough for me anymore.”

  “I get that, especially if you are looking for something more long term.” she said casually, gently prodding him for more information. He thought she was adorable.

  “Right,” he grinned, taking a swig of beer, “Isn’t that the ultimate goal? Finding your soul mate?”

  Nora smiled at him sweetly but said nothing. He wondered what that meant but chose not to push, instead asking her the same question she had asked him.

  “Ironically, my job makes dating challenging as well,” Nora admitted, wiping her hands on her napkin before taking a sip of wine.

  “Oh, how so?” he asked, encouraging her to continue.

  “My theory is that some men are intimidated by the fact that I’m a therapist. I think they worry that I’m psychoanalyzing them, trying to sort out what kind of disorders they may have or whether or not they have mommy issues,” she offered with a smirk. Gage chuckled softly.

  “Are you?”

  “Well, not intentionally...” she mused playfully.

  “Occupational hazard.” he teased, reaching for more food.

  “Funny,” she replied lightheartedly, appearing to enjoy their banter. “Actually, outside of my office I find it challenging to read men. I have never been very good at it. That makes dating challenging too, I suppose. To tell you the truth, I haven’t dated much.”

  “Why is that?” he asked, surprised by her admission.

  “I’ve been pretty focused on my career since finishing my education, and it has been non-stop work trying to build the practice,” she explained, reading his face carefully, as if analyzing his thoughts. He did his best to appear impassive. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in any way.

  “Have you ever been in a serious relationship?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t getting too personal. This wasn’t his typical first date chatter, but he felt so comfortable with her and he got the sense she felt the same way.

  “I have,” she confessed, “but it was a long time ago. I was married when I was quite young but it didn’t work out. We were impulsive and crazy in love.”

  “How old were you?” he asked, carefully masking his surprise. She shrugged her shoulders and let out a soft sigh.

  “I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about it,” he said, reaching over and grazing the top of her hand. She smiled at the gesture, raising her chin proudly.

  “No, no it’s ok. I just realized I haven’t talked about my divorce in a really long time. It seems like another lifetime,” she explained with hushed melancholy. “I was only 18 when we got married.”

  Coop raised his eyebrows in disbelief. She was young, still a child really. Nora raised her own brows and calmly nodded at him as if to say ‘it’s true’.

  “I know, it’s hard to believe. We were married just under four years and separated shortly after we moved out to California. It just got to the point where we weren’t communicating anymore. I lost trust in him.” Nora looked up at Coop and he smiled, encouraging her to continue.

  “You lost trust?” he asked gently. She nodded and looked down again, hesitating before she spoke.

  “Yes,” she whispered, “I saw him kissing one of his co-workers. I had gone to surprise him after work one afternoon and I saw him standing in front of the restaurant where he worked. I was waiting to cross the light and noticed him, and then her. He put his arm around her and casually pulled her in for a kiss. The thing is, it wasn’t their first kiss, they were far too comfortable for that. It was the kind of kiss you share with someone you’ve been intimate with for a while, you know?”

  “Wow... what did you do?” he asked, suddenly feeling protective of her.

  “I turned around and went home… and never breathed a word of what I saw to him or anyone else,” she admitted quietly, shrugging her shoulders, “In fact, you are the first person I’ve ever told.”

  She looked at him curiously, taking another sip of wine. Coop gave her another reassuring smile and waited for her to speak again, unsure of how to respond. Although he empathized with her, he was pleased that she felt safe enough to open up to him.

  Nora placed her empty wine glass down, just as the waiter came by.

  “How is everything? Are you guys still working on this?” he asked, gesturing to their half full plates.

  “Actually, I’m stuffed, but I would love some coffee,” Coop answered cheerfully, “Nora?”

  “I’m done as well, and yes to the coffee. There’s so much left over. Can we wrap it up?” Nora asked, addressing the waiter.

  “Of course,” he replied, lifting the dishes off the table. He cleared almost everything away and left them alone again.

  “Can I ask why you never told your ex what you saw?” Coop asked, trying to be as sensitive as he could, and hoping to learn more about her.

  “Honestly, I think I knew that things had been over between us for months and maybe I just didn’t feel the need to invest any more energy into it. If I confronted him one of two things would happen. He would either deny it and I would lose total respect and trust for him, or he would admit it and I would still feel the same way. From where I stood the outcome was going to be the same—our marriage was over. I wasn’t good at confrontation, and at the time I wasn’t very good at communicating my feelings. So a few days later, I asked him if he wanted to separate. I knew he was as unhappy as I was. We probably should have parted ways in Michigan. If I knew then what I know now...” she said, her words quietly trailing off.

  “There’s so much wisdom in retrospect, isn’t there,” he added, drawing an agreeable nod from Nora.

  “Absolutely. Anyway, we parted ways amicably. We didn’t have any assets to fight over and thankfully, we didn’t have children, so it was a pretty simple process. He went his way and I went mine. Last I heard, he took an acting job in Australia in a popular daytime soap opera. As far as I know he’s still there,” she shrugged, appearing completely indifferent about him.

  The waiter returned to their table with coffee and take home containers. Coop nodded at him, sending him on his way.

  “So what about you? Any serious relationships? Marriages? Deep, dark secrets?” she asked playfully.

  “No, no,” he laughed, “Never married, never engaged, no juicy secrets. I’ve had two fairly
serious relationships in my life, but I’ve been single for a while now. My last relationship ended over a year ago. That was a tough one.”

  “Did she break your heart?” Nora asked. He normally shied away from talking about Kim and the details of their break up, but Nora had been so trusting and forthcoming, she deserved the same from him. Besides, he felt comfortable with her, so while they sipped their coffees, he shared his story with her while she listened quietly.

  “I know it was all for the best, and I’m over all that now. I guess the timing just wasn’t right,” he concluded, hoping she didn’t doubt that.

  “Maybe, but I think you’re being far too kind. What she did was pretty fucked up, if you ask me,” Nora sassed, waving her hand in front of her dismissively.

  Coop chuckled, setting down his coffee.

  “Is that your professional opinion, Doc?” he teased, grinning back at her. She smiled broadly and shrugged at him.

  “Yes, yes it is,” she offered, in mock seriousness, “in any case, you deserved a hell of a lot better than that.”

  He looked at her thoughtfully, appreciating the validation. She was something else. He was impressed with how she had risen above the adversity in her own life and came out of it so balanced. She was down to earth and brilliant at the same time. She was exactly what he’d hoped she would be when he asked her out.

  The waiter came over one last time with the bill and Coop paid him right away. He didn’t want the evening to end, but he had to get to the arena to catch the team bus to the airport. Nora must have noticed the reluctance on his face because she reached out and caressed his hand reassuringly.