Pure Passion (13 page)

Lara

It felt great waking up for the second morning in a row with
Max beside me.  It was especially nice on this morning since I wasn’t hung
over.  Also, I was still basking in the glow of what had happened the night
before.  Not only had Max and I made love, but it was absolutely perfect.  I
had never felt so comfortable with anyone or just been able to let go and trust
the way I did with him.  Watching him sleep, I had to resist the temptation to
wake him up and do it all again.  Instead, I simply snuggled into him and
enjoyed the warmth of having him next to me.

“Good morning, Lara,” he said, as I was trying to get
comfortable.  “What time is it?”

“Ahhh, 6:40 am.  Sorry to wake you up so early.”

“What are you doing awake?  We didn’t get to sleep 'til
after two.”

“I was just thinking about last night… and getting horny all
over again,” I answered demurely.

“Ok, you’re forgiven for waking me up early,” Max said
without hesitation.

Yvette made it clear that she didn’t like to get up early on
weekends, so I knew we had a couple of hours to kill.  Besides, the day was all
ours for the most part.  We could do whatever we wanted.  I wanted more Max!

At first, we simply snuggled each other, touching and
caressing.  I loved how it felt to have his warm hands running across my skin. 
I returned the favor by running my hands all over his body, as well.  I
couldn’t help thinking back to that night at the bar when he opened up his
shirt to show everyone his new tattoo.  It had been an eventful two weeks since
then. 
It’s only been three weeks since Max came back into my life.  So much
has happened.  I think that maybe we’re moving ahead too fast.

“Let’s take a shower,” I suggested, anxiously pushing the
negative thoughts from my mind.

“That’s a good plan; I’m feeling a little funky,” he
replied.

Max took me by the hand and led me to the shower.  We took
advantage of the bottle of mouthwash sitting by the sink as the shower warmed
up.  Reassured by fresh breath, Max pushed me up against the cool tile as our
mouths once again picked up where they ended the night before. 
I can’t get
enough of how he kisses me…

Seeing steam seeping through the cracks, Max opened the door
and pulled me directly under the rainfall showerhead.  As the warm water
cascaded over our bodies, we both began to explore one another.  I just loved
how his wet skin felt beneath my fingers.  After running over everything I
could reach, I reached up and put my arms around his neck.  He responded by
pushing me up against the wall, and I could feel his hard, slippery cock
gliding against my abdomen.  Reaching down, I was surprised to find a condom
already in place.

“You’re like a condom Ninja!” I said, as he smiled and
reached between my legs.

Spreading my legs just enough, he reached through and lifted
me from the floor.  With my arms still draped around his neck, Max had me in
the cradle.  He took one hand off me to position himself properly and then
grabbed hold of my cheeks with both hands.  That was the first time I truly
sensed how powerful he really was.  It was no wonder he treated me like a weak
little girl.  It felt like I was light as a feather in his arms as he slowly began
to move me up and down.  His cock was so rigid, and it was at the perfect angle
to drive me crazy, right from the start.  The steam from the shower combined
with the salty taste of Max’ skin seemed to unleash my animal instincts.

“Harder, Max,” I begged.  “God your cock is so hard!”

Max immediately responded by increasing the grip on my ass
and sliding me up and down on his shaft with ever-increasing conviction. 
Spreading my legs as far apart as possible, I could feel Max bottoming out
against my clit.  I found myself completely at his mercy, being pounded in a
way I had never even imagined, and absolutely loving every second of it.

“Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop…” I heard crossing
my lips, in between staggered breaths. 

Max didn’t disappoint. He continued to give it to me in a
way that ripped through to my very soul.  All of the years of discontentment
were being healed by this perfect man who was every bit as drunk with desire as
me. 
I always knew Max was my other half, and I think he's starting to
realize it for himself.  Everything is going to work out.  We were made for
each other.

“Awwwwwwgh!” was Max’ only verbal cue as he gave me
everything he had.   I responded by gripping his neck with all of my strength
and adjusting my hips to provide him with the best possible angle.

Just as the whole room began to spin, Max suddenly stopped
and held me hard against him.  Again, I could feel the pulsing of his cock
between my legs and the pounding of my heartbeat resounding in my ears.  After
a few seconds of recovery, he began kissing my shoulder and neck. “That was
amazing!” were his only words.

Yes, once again, that was soooo amazing!

Max

As I started getting dressed, the reality of everything
began to sink in. 
Holy shit, this is turning out to be one hell of a
weekend.  I’m going to be on the cover of Rolling Stone for god sake. 
 I
had always believed that success would come if I persisted, but everything was
coming at me so hard and fast that it seemed almost unbelievable.  Then there
was Lara.  We had definitely gone from playing around to a completely new
level. 
I’m suddenly having the best sex of my life!

As Lara started getting ready, I glanced out the window and
saw Felix hanging out on the dock.  “I’m going to go talk to Felix while you’re
getting ready.”

“Thanks. Sorry I’m a little slow.  I’m still recovering from
that shower,” she replied.

“Take all the time you need.”

~~~

“You’re up early,” Felix said, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, Lara woke up at 6:40 for some reason.”

“Judging by your expression, I think I know the reason,” he
laughed.

As we walked around the boat, Felix did maintenance checks,
and our conversation floated from one subject to another.  We discussed how
many guitars I could build in a month, how long it would take to train
employees, and all of the logistical nightmares.  Then we talked about the
numerous businesses he had been involved in over the years.  Whether it was
real estate, the stock market, or sales and marketing, he seemed to have
experience in all areas. 
I wish I‘d had a well-rounded guy like him for a
father
.

“My attorney will be dropping off our corporate agreement this
morning so we can finalize everything.  Once you sign off, I’ll give RJ the
go-ahead on the article.”

“So, without that agreement there would be no
Rolling
Stone
cover?”

“Yeah, RJ owes me one.  He really does like your story,
though.  I assured him that you and I had a deal, so that’s why he’s gunning
for the next issue.”

Lara joined us just as Felix finished telling me the terms
of the deal.

“Good morning, sweetie. I heard you were up early this
morning,” Felix said.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep with this hot man lying next to me,”
she replied, giving me an elbow.

“I knew it…  I could tell by the look on Max’ face when he
was talking about you.”

“You weren’t telling him about the shower were you?” she
asked, giving me that look.

“Noooo… Lara!” 
Derek was right about her needing a
filter.
“We need to go get some breakfast,” I replied, hoping to extract
myself from an embarrassing situation.

“Just come up to the house,” Felix countered.  “I’ll have
Amelda make whatever you like.  Don’t worry, Max. I’ve had plenty of shower sex
in my day.  The maid cleans the showers anyway, so it doesn’t bother me any.”

Lacking a clever response, I simply laughed, shook my head,
and headed toward the house. 
Does her whole family talk this way?   There’s
no way my relatives would say something like that to her!  It’s a little weird
but kinda cool at the same time.  These two could really embarrass me.

At 10:00 sharp, Felix’ attorney showed up with the paperwork
for me to sign.  In a nutshell, I was now turning over 40% of my company to a
guy I barely knew.  If I didn’t sign though, I would be back to scratching it
out on my own. 
It’s worth the risk to make it big.  Felix will help me
scale the business, and it will be great to rub success in my father’s face.  I’m
personally going to show him the cover.  That’ll be awesome.

Before the ink even dried on our signatures, Felix had RJ on
speakerphone.  RJ was fired up to get started on the new cover, as the deadline
for content was only ten days out. 

“Do you have a guitar with you?” RJ asked, addressing me.

“No, my trunk was too tiny.  I only had room for Tag’s
guitar and our bags.”

“No problem. I’ll find one for you.  We’re going to do a
quick photo shoot before you leave.  There’s a good photographer about a mile
north of my hotel.  I don’t know her personally, but they say she does really
nice work.  I figure, if we have a few shots to choose from, my staff can just
Photoshop the finished guitar into the picture we choose.”

“Sure. What should I wear?” I asked.

“Just wear something cool.  About a million and a half
people will be getting a copy.  The photographer's studio is right on the
beach, so you guys can hang out after.”

Something cool… A million and a half people…  I need to
stop somewhere and buy something cool.

“Felix, I need you or Yvette to take me shopping.”

“That’s definitely Yvette’s realm.  I’ll go ask her when
she’ll be ready.”

“Aren’t you excited?” Lara asked, trying to contain her own
enthusiasm.

“Actually, I think I have anxiety.  Everything’s moving so
fast, it’s insane," I answered feeling more than a little overwhelmed.

Lara

By two o’clock, everything was done, and RJ’s editorial team
would be able to choose from a dozen different shots of Max.  My favorite shot
of him was in a simple white cotton shirt and blue jeans.  I unbuttoned a few
extra buttons on his shirt for the final take, and it was definitely hot
looking.  Yvette agreed, telling Max that she wanted a signed copy of that one
for herself.  He laughed it off, but I knew she was serious.  Given the chance,
that cougar would pounce.  No question.

We grabbed a sandwich and cocktails from the North Ocean
Grille and hit the beach.  It was nice to spend some time alone with Max on a
beautiful beach. He had forgotten his shorts, but he still looked good in his
jeans and white shirt, which he left totally unbuttoned. 
Yum!

“You wanna do something?” he asked, looking both directions
for some action.

“Well, since you’re in jeans, we’re a little limited.  Let’s
go for a walk.”  Pulling the baseball cap out of my bag, I asked, “Will you be
embarrassed if I wear this?”

“Yeah, that would be so embarrassing.  Especially compared
to you telling your uncle we did it in his shower this morning,” he replied,
sweeping me up in his arms and swinging me around in a circle. 
I love how
he can toss me around so effortlessly.

A couple of girls yelled, “We want a ride!” 
Find your
own ride bitches!

I couldn’t blame them for yelling, as Max was totally ripped
once he lost the shirt.  Barefoot in nothing but jeans was one of my favorite
looks on a man, especially when he had a six-pack.  Again, I found myself
wanting to blow off the beach and take him back to the guesthouse
.  I
suppose we should spend a little time doing other things, but there’s nothing I
want more than to feel Max inside of me again.
  I suddenly heard that
little voice in my head that sounded like a combination of Brea and Mom telling
me not to be so obsessive. 
That’s easier said than done when you’re
obsessed.
  Fighting back my urges, I settled for a nice walk along the
beach, finding any excuse to touch Max as much as possible. 

I miss Brea
.  I wished I could tell her about
everything that was happening, as that’s what BFFs are for.  In this case, I couldn’t,
though.  She would just think I’d gone off the deep end again.
  Oh, what the
hell, I should send her a picture of us.  Too bad my phone is dead.
  I’d
been having problems the last couple of weeks getting my phone to charge. I had
to sit and wiggle the cord.  As of the day before, that little trick quit
working, too
.  I should’ve gone to the Verizon store last week, instead of
procrastinating.

“Hey, Max, ask that lady if she’ll take a picture of us with
your phone.  I want one of you giving me a piggy back ride,” I suggested, going
behind him.

“Hop on, and we’ll go ask her.”

After getting a good one, I entered Brea’s info and sent it
to her in a text: “Having a blast with Max!  BTW my phone died.  Call U L8tr!”

I knew she was going to die when she saw that pic.  I was
wishing I could’ve seen the expression on her face when she opened it.  We took
our time heading back to the car, enjoying the sun, surf, and each other. 
Why
does it seem like every day is perfect all of a sudden? 
The only thing I
found annoying was how aggressive the other girls on the beach were.  They were
so slutty that it totally made me sick.  They acted like I wasn’t even there,
which pissed me off.  Max did his best to ignore them, though, which made me
feel better.  Other than those rude bitches, it was a really great day.

Max handed me his phone as we got back to the car.  There
was a reply from Brea.

Brea: Your mom’s looking for you.  She called me for Derek’s
number.  Where are you guys?

Me:  In Ft. Lauderdale visiting Uncle Felix.  I left her a message
I’d be gone 'til Sunday.