Free Pure Passion by M. T. Stone, Megan Hershenson Page A

in, which didn’t really jibe with
the fact that she’s kind of a slob.  Derek wasn’t his normal self either. He
was being so damn nitpicky.  Even though I liked doing a good job, it drove me
nuts the way he was obsessing over trivial details.  By Friday afternoon,
though, the bathroom was complete, and the kitchen put together.  It still
needed baseboards and some trim around the backsplash, but other than that,
everything looked great and was 100% functional.  We sent Hadley and Lara a
text to pick up some rugs and a shower curtain on their way over.  Then we
planned to make our first dinner together in the new kitchen.
    There was a slight change of plans when the girls said they
would be late.  Derek and I could burn stuff on the grill, but we didn’t have
one yet. Neither of us was comfortable with the new gas stove.  So we hit the
grocery store for a rotisserie chicken, pre-made mashed potatoes, and a bag of
veggies we could throw in the microwave.  Once we warmed them up and put them
in regular bowls, it looked like we had actually cooked.
    About 6:30 p.m., Lara pulled up with a carload of stuff. 
She had Friday night off, so she planned to get everything put away.  After a
semi-awkward greeting, I started helping her unload her things.  The house had
come with some furniture, so I helped her fill up her dresser and closet. 
That’s when I stumbled across the fun box.
    “Score!  Holy shit, you wear thong underwear?”  Damn, I
love those tiny things!
    “Max, get out of there.  You aren’t supposed to be
snooping.”
    “I wasn’t snooping. I was helping.”  Big frickin’ smile
onboard.
    At that point, Lara relegated me to the closet, with the
task of hanging up her shirts and pants.  Apparently, she didn’t want me rating
her bras, panties and lingerie on a scale of one to ten.  The stuff I saw was
definitely crushing the upper end of the scale!  Was this stuff new or was
there always a bad girl underneath her old, boring clothes.  I’m thinkin’ it’s
the latter.
    “Now, all you need is a bed,” I mentioned as my thoughts
headed back into the gutter.
    “Yeah. My brothers are coming over to my parents' tomorrow
afternoon, so they’ll help me.”
    “We can take Derek’s truck and go pick it up now.” I want
you to stay tonight!
    I’m not sure why, but Lara seemed hesitant, struggling for
the right words.  She obviously wasn’t having second thoughts about moving in,
but she didn’t seem to want me to help with her bed.  Did she not want me to
meet her parents or see where she lived? 
    Lara
    Ok, I can’t tell him that I don’t want my parents to know
he lives here.  I don’t even really want them to know about anything that we’re
doing.  But I can’t think of any other good reason for not letting him help
me.  After all, my parents won’t be home for at least a couple of hours.  What
the hell…
    “Alright, let’s do this!”
    “Alright.  You were weirding me out a little there.”
    Taking off with Max in Derek’s truck, it felt like I was
truly embarking on a journey.  After all, once we moved my bed, it would be
official.  I guess I could always sleep in my parents’ guest room, but that
would definitely raise some questions.
    Luckily, everything went totally smooth.  My parents were
gone, so I showed him to my bedroom and began stripping the bedding.  Seeing
Max in my bedroom brought on another flashback from high school.  I spent many
nights dreaming of Max being in this room.  A mixture of memories, feeling
naughty, and Max’ good looks led me around to his side of the bed.  Catching
him by surprise, I slipped my hands around his waist and gave him a kiss like
the one we had shared on Monday night.  This time however, he even moaned as he
ravished my lips like a long lost lover.  As I pulled him toward me and fell
back onto the bed, my head was spinning.
    During our free fall, Max never let me out of his grip.  He
only increased his