Pure passion, p.11
Pure Passion, page 11
“I’m not a big drinker, and I don’t want to get sick on the boat tomorrow,” I told her.
“You’re going fishing with the boys?” she asked.
“God, yeah, I love fishing. Felix and I used to do a lot of fishing when I was young.”
“I would never touch a fish,” she replied, scrunching her well-toned face.
“That never bothered me. Dad and Felix were always amazed that I would bait my own hook, take my own fish off, and even filet them.”
“That’s just gross.”
By the look on her face, I knew the whole idea of fishing truly repulsed her.
By the time I finished that last glass of wine, it was getting a little hard to speak. I felt like I was slurring my words, so it was time to go get some sleep.
“It’s only ten o’clock,” Yvette protested.
“Well, I’m pretty sure I’m shit-faced, so it’s the end of the day for me.”
I knew I had too much to drink, but it wasn’t until I got up and began to walk around that it really hit me hard. Where the hell is Max?
~~~
Chapter 15
Max
“Take me drunk, I’m home,” Lara slurred, as she came into Felix’ study.
I was pretty sure she was kidding, but she definitely had more to drink than normal. She was pretty funny when she was sober, so she was hilarious after too much wine. She started harassing Felix about how she always caught bigger fish than him and how she could clean fish without leaving any bones behind.
“Sadly, she’s telling the truth,” Felix laughed, shaking his head. “You two better call it a night, before Lara gets herself in trouble. The guesthouse is all set up for you.”
“Please don’t tell Mom we’re shacking up,” Lara asked almost incoherently on our way out the door.
Hmmm, maybe she is that drunk.
“Your secret is safe with me, Lara. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Shhh!” I told Lara, keeping her from slurring another witty comeback.
It was a good thing that the guesthouse was literally 50 feet away because the wine was hitting Lara hard.
“Let’s go skinny dippin',” was Lara’s next big idea, as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Yeah, let’s just jump off the pier and drown,” I replied a little sarcastically.
“You're no fun,” she replied, giving me a pouty look.
Wow, she can barely focus. This sucks.
After getting her into bed, I put the wastebasket next to the bed and went to get her a glass of water. She’s gonna be hurtin’ in the morning, was my thought as I returned to find her lying naked on the bed.
“I'm done punishing you!” she declared with a glazed look on her face.
“So, you admit you’ve been punishing me, huh?” God she looks good!
Had I been completely sober, I probably would’ve declined her drunken advancement. However, Felix and I had a couple of double shots of Courvoisier after the wine at dinner, so I was feeling no pain myself. I didn’t even think I liked cognac, but it tasted pretty good for some reason.
After shedding my shirt and pants, I flung back the covers and crawled in with her.
“Hey, no underwear,” she protested after immediately reaching for my cock.
“Alright, crazy girl, just lay back and relax.” She’s a wild thing!
Taking her in my arms, I first attacked her lips. The smell of her perfume and the lingering taste of wine were a great combination. She had been teasing me all week, and it was time for a little payback. As our tongues clashed with each other, my free hand traveled along her body exploring her subtle curves. She responded with a soft series of moans, and her wandering hands began to explore me, as well. It had been almost a week since our first naked encounter, and I had been thinking about it ever since. This time I’m going down on her.
“Fuck me now!” she protested in a pouty voice as I began working my way down her body.
“Shhh! I want you to put your hands behind your head and pretend you’re handcuffed.”
“Okay,” she giggled and complied.
“No matter what, you have to keep your hands behind your head.”
“I'll try.”
She looked so adorable lying there with her hands behind her head and that drunken smile on her face. I kissed her lips one more time before traveling along her chin to nibble on her earlobe. She moaned as I sucked on her neck while rolling her nipple between my thumb and fingers. I love how sensitive she is.
Feeling her fingers in my hair, I had to back off to discipline her.
“Get your hands behind your head and keep them there,” I instructed with a firm tone.
“Okay,” she giggled once again.
I don’t think she’s taking me seriously!
This time my lips took hold of her left nipple, as my fingers began to explore her folds below. She began moaning softly again, and I felt her juices engulf my fingers as I moved inside her. Switching nipples, I licked and sucked hard while my fingers worked on her pussy lips and clit below. The way she was reacting, I knew I could bring her to a full orgasm simply by increasing the intensity a notch.
While attacking the first nipple again, I pushed my middle finger inside her and began rubbing her G-spot in a circular motion. Her response was almost immediate, and her moans grew ever louder. I felt the bumps forming under my fingertips as I continued to massage her insides. I retreated to her outer folds for a few strokes before moving in to finish her off.
I leaned forward and attacked her tongue with mine while moving back inside her with two fingers this time. The only thought running through my head was that I wanted to do for her what she had done for me the weekend before. I could feel the passion burning through my veins as I hungrily devoured her lips and worked her over with my slippery fingertips. Her body flexed, and she released her arms as I continued, determined to drive her over the edge. Our mouths were smashing against each other as I felt her scream inside my mouth. Wanting her to ride the orgasmic wave, I continued to work her G-Spot as she grabbed for my hair and wriggled beneath me. Using my body weight to hold her in place, I was unrelenting in my quest to take her as far as she could go.
“Max, Max, please stop,” were the slurred words I was waiting for. With that, she started convulsing beneath me and let out a final gasp, letting me know she had gone as far as I could take her.
“Oh my god,” were her final words as she curled up in complete exhaustion and snuggled into me.
That was awesome… I thought, until I began to focus on my throbbing boner down below. With Lara drifting off, I thought about taking care of it myself but decided just to wait. She’ll do something special for me tomorrow. After all, I did make a trip to Wal-Mart for condoms and handcuffs, both of which were in my duffle bag. It’ll be worth the wait.
~~~
We both awoke to the sound of Lara’s phone ringing. The ringtone was Wanna be a Billionaire, so she knew right away that it was Felix.
“Felix wants us to come have breakfast. Then we’re going out on the boat at ten,” she said, looking around the room for her clothes.
“Would you like a robe?”
“Yes, that would be nice. Thanks.”
Lara
Ok, exactly what happened last night? Things are extremely fuzzy at the moment. I remember going to find Max, and that’s when things got pretty blurry. It appears we had fun, since we’re both naked. Yikes. I should remember things like this.
“What happened last night?”
“Well, after I told you we couldn’t go skinny dipping, you went to the bedroom and stripped down. When I came in, I found you naked on the bed, and you told me to fuck you,” I said with a smartass smile.
“Oh, that’s nice. So did you?”
“Seriously? You don’t remember?”
“Not at the moment. No.” Wow, this is why I hate drinking too much!
“Well, that’s why I didn’t want to have sex. Instead, I just drove you to a wild orgasm using my fingers before going to sleep with aching balls and a boner.”
“Hmmm, I really should remember that. It sounds awesome.” I promise I’ll help you with that boner later.
“If you think about it, you’ll piece it all together as the day goes on,” he assured me. “I’ll get our bags so we can get ready.”
As he went to retrieve our bags, I tried to retrace the events of the night. I couldn’t recall the walk back, but the skinny dipping idea did seem somewhat familiar. Most of all, I was just glad to be feeling ok. There were few things I hated more than going out on a boat with a wine hangover. Yuck!
“Come here for a minute,” I told Max as he set my bag on the bed. He looked so damn sexy in his boxer shorts.
“What?”
“I just wanted to let you know, I’ll take care of this for you tonight,” I said, rubbing my hand along his bulge.
“Thanks, but you’re not really helping anything by doing that.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just wanted to give you something to think about while we’re out on the boat.”
“You’re evil, Miss Jones. You’re a teasing, little vixen. I’m going to have to give you more of what you got last night. Only this time, I’m using the handcuffs!”
“You bought handcuffs?” Yay!
“Yes, I wanted to surprise you, but I figured you needed something to think about on the boat, too. Now, quit teasing me and get dressed,” he added, pulling away from my wandering hands.
I love him!
Max
I was all worked up by the time we got to breakfast. Nothing like having your balls aching by 10:00 a.m. to make for a long day. I can’t stop thinking about her last night.
“Good morning, Max. Did you think about our discussion last night?”
“Good morning. Yes, I’ll agree to it. I really don’t have anything to lose do I?”
“No, working together we can make a lot of money. I think you’ll be surprised by how quickly things come together,” Felix replied, waving someone in from the boat. “I want to introduce you to RJ. He’s an old friend and a guitar enthusiast, so I thought you two could chat while we’re out on the boat.”
“Nice to meet you. Do you play?” I asked, extending my hand.
“Got my first guitar when I was a teenager, but it was nothing custom. It was my Christmas present, ordered from the Sears catalog,” he laughed.
“Well, you’ve got to start somewhere, right?”
Lara
After Max left, I started thinking. Seeing my clothes strewn across the floor must’ve triggered something, as the events from the night before started coming back to me. I really wanted Max last night. I’m impressed he didn’t take advantage of me. I think I was practically begging him. It’s even more impressive considering I've been teasing him all week. Maybe I am evil….
They were sitting down to breakfast, when I joined them.
“I remember now,” I whispered to Max, giving him my best, wicked smile.
“I was hoping you would,” he whispered back, squeezing my thigh.
It’s going to be a long day…
Max and Uncle Felix seemed to be hitting it off, and RJ was pretty cool, too. By the time we all boarded the fishing boat, everyone was on their second Bloody Mary, except for me. Yvette and I had gone for Mimosas instead. I needed a little hair-of-the dog to settle my stomach, but nothing strong.
“This isn’t quite as nice as the fishing boat you had when I was a kid,” I teased my uncle.
“Yeah, you remember that one? That was a good old boat, but I think this one will grow on you, too.”
It was a blue and white sport fishing boat that was more like a yacht with three levels. The lower level looked more like a luxury condo than a fishing boat, the cockpit was loaded with every type of electronic device you could imagine, and my favorite spot was up on the fly bridge. Up there, you sat about 20 feet off the water, and it was by far the best spot for cruising.
“I was able to pick this up for less than a half million in 2009 from a dealership that went belly up,” Uncle Felix explained as he joined me for the ride out to sea.
“Wow, you should’ve told me there were deals like that around. I had no idea!” I laughed.
“It’s good to see the old Lara, again. You always had so much spunk as a kid; I’ve missed that sparkle in your eyes.”
“Thanks. It feels good to be back. My teenage years were kind of a death spiral. I blame the hormones.”
“Hormones and boys will get you every time. At least that’s what I’ve heard,” my uncle said with a smile.
“It’s true! How about you? Is Yvette the real deal?”
“Yvette? What do you think? She won’t even come out on the boat. No, she likes the fact that I take good care of her and treat her like a lady. I saved her from a pretty abusive relationship. I told the bastard I’d put out a hit on him if he didn’t back off. After that he pretty much folded.”
“Really? Like a hit man? You’d do that?” I asked curiously.
“No, but he didn’t know any better. All he knew was that I had plenty of money and have no patience for men who beat their women. Last I checked, he had gone back to Armenia. I think everyone’s better off having him out of the country.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. So what do you think of Max?”
“I like Max. He’s definitely passionate about the custom guitar business. He needs some help on the business side with promotion and pricing, but he’s definitely got talent.”
“That’s why I called you. I knew you’d be able to get him going in the right direction.”
“Yeah, it seems he and RJ are hitting it off, too. RJ’s about as well connected as they come. If he likes the guitar Max builds for him, the floodgates will open up. I want you to get-on Max about his website. He needs to get that up and running.”
Sure, I’ll get-on Max! Can we go back to shore now?
~~~
Chapter 16
Max
I understood why RJ wanted to get to know me and had an interest in my background, but as the day wore on, I felt like I was trapped in an endless job interview. Something just felt weird about the whole thing. Every time I asked him a personal question, he would twist his answer into another question aimed at me. Felix said this guy was a good friend, but I could've sworn he was deliberately picking my brain. He seemed especially intrigued by the fact that Granddad started out working with Lou Fender before starting his own company in the late '60s. What’s this guy's angle? Does he have ties with Fender? If he doesn’t order a guitar, I’m going to be more than a little pissed.
“You’re probably wondering why I’ve been grilling you so hard today, Max,” he said, sensing my growing hesitation to give him detailed answers.
“You noticed that, huh? I’m happy to tell you all about my Granddad and me, but I’ve got to protect my business, as well,” I confessed.
“Actually, Max, I love guitars, but I have no interest in competing with you. I’m merely interested in the story behind the brand. I think it’s amazing that such a great business skipped a generation, only to be pursued by his grandson. I’m not sure I’ve run across that before.”
“My granddad only had daughters, and they were focused on raising families, not on the guitar business. On his deathbed, he told me that he hadn’t sold the business because he thought I might want to carry on the tradition one day,” I explained, feeling a sense of pride.
“I guess he was right, huh?”
“Yeah, there is nothing I would rather do. So, can I build a guitar for you?”
“Yes, Max. You’re going to build me the fanciest guitar you’ve ever done. I’ll sketch it out when we get back to shore. Now, let’s go hit Felix up for a couple of beers.”
~~~
It was late afternoon by the time we headed back to shore. Nobody had done much fishing, but we all had a nice day on the water. The fanciest guitar I’ve ever done, huh? I wonder how much I can charge for it. No sooner had that thought passed, than Felix yelled for me to join him downstairs. Lara was chatting with RJ up on the fly bridge, and Felix said he wanted to get out of the sun for a bit. In reality, he just wanted to get me alone for a few minutes to talk.
“Are you going to build a guitar for RJ?” he asked as soon as we were out of earshot.
“Yes, he said it’s going to be the fanciest I’ve built. I was just thinking about how much to charge him.”
“After he shows you the design and you come up with a price, add 50% to it. So, if you would normally charge ten grand, make if fifteen instead.”
“Why?” I asked, since this made no sense to me.
“It’s all about perception, Max. Are you building the best guitars on the market?”
“Yes, in my opinion.”
“Lara told me you blew away Tag McCoy. Is that right?”
“He was floored. He switched stage guitars on the spot after trying it out. He had played the old one for 20 years.”
“You have to tell RJ that story, and then tell him his guitar will be fifteen grand. Just trust me.”
“Alright, I’ll trust you, Felix. It definitely looks like you know how to make money.”
Felix wanted to talk to me about one more thing. He confided that Lara was like the daughter he never had. He told me about the days they used to spend fishing when she was young and how they spent endless hours on the beach collecting shells and anything else that caught her eye.
“She was a very special kid. Always full of spunk and she had so much life in her eyes,” he said, fighting back his emotions. “Then something happened to her.”
“What happened?” I asked, hoping to gain some insight.
“I don’t know for sure. But it was as if that light within her was snuffed out. Sandra blamed it on some boy that Lara swore she was in love with.”
“Hmmm. She hasn’t said anything about anyone other than her college boyfriend.”
“Keifer? No, it had nothing to do with him. She just dated Keifer to appease her mother. Sandra was convinced that dating would help her move on. You know how mothers are.”
