Devil In The Waters, Book 5, chapter 7 (complete)

Half an hour later, the sun had gone down below the height of the circle of Tudor buildings around the Dragon’s patio, casting the space in shade. The patio lanterns were turned on, and fairy lights twinkled where they were strung through the patio’s railing. Only one more table had occupants, not many in old Ajax wanting to party it up on a Tuesday night.

The cake arrived for Josh. Vanilla cake sandwiched over orange cream, the whole thing covered in dark chocolate. Not from the restaurant, but from the bakery here in Ajax. Karina had picked it up, dropped it off to the Dragon’s kitchen to be kept in their fridge. The Dragon was more than happy considering how much she paid up front. This flavor combo was Josh’s favorite, and the bakery here in Ajax, Josh said, made it almost as good as Pop’s girlfriend-he-wouldn’t-admit-was-a-girlfriend, Susan.

Josh’s eyebrows rose with elation seeing the cake coming with its tiny sparklers, but his eyes eyelids barely moved. He was bleary, and she wondered how many pitchers of beer Steve and Meyer and him had split. It got her giggling, her elbows on the table, her hands together against her cheek, slumping toward Karina as the waitress made her way to the table. Feeling good. Josh’s pleasure making her feel very good. And though a deep interior voice would say it’s just because you’re guilty, there was an undeniable honest truth to her pleasure derived. To thrust upon someone you loved so much a generous helping of showy appreciation felt incredibly wholesome. Her fingers practically tingled with delight. What was less honest, perhaps, was the way she played it up to Karina. Putting on the innocent puppy dog act for her friend. When she returned from her meeting with Devlin, she found Josh and Karina together. She’d intended to keep them apart tonight, but had failed in her mission. Devlin had interfered. It didn’t seem like Karina had given anything away to Josh—if she had, her poor Josh would never be able to hide it. But what if a seed was planted?

“Is that for me?” Josh spoke in an obviously slurred drawl.

Four pitchers? Five? But that would mean he had more than a whole pitcher of beer to himself . . . 

She batted at Karina with the back of her hand, beaming, nodding her chin to make sure Karina was watching her husband.

The waitress set the cake down at Josh’s end of the table, Meyer standing up and moving away glasses and the pitcher to make room. Another waitress came with plates and a serving knife. Josh cut the cake, and they aided in its serving. She waved off the slice, not wanting a piece for herself, too late for so much sugar, watched everyone else enjoy their cake.

After cake, she convinced Karina to join her in a stiff drink, the two of them having a whiskey together. The same one she’d enjoyed when Devlin had presented his offer. They clinked glasses, and took their time with it, rolling it around and talking about how she would definitely get back to the gym, how they would meet up maybe on Friday nights or Thursday nights for a nighttime yoga class. And she would. She wanted that. But then it was late, and Karina was ready to go home, the first of the group to disperse. That had some of the other Swanson girls checking their watches too, but they stayed put. When Karina went to the tavern’s bathroom to clear her bladder before the short drive home, she got a text from Devlin.

Devlin: you still there?

Kimmy: we are

Now her eyes moved up and traveled the faces at the table, everyone happy and oblivious. Jesus, Josh laughing so hard right now he couldn’t breathe, and Steve leaning in close pumping the accelerator and giving his joke a little more gas, Josh’s face going red like it would burst. And look at this: Quinn had moved down, changed spots with Gabrielle and sat right next to Meyer. The two of them very close, elbows practically touching. Was this something?

Devlin: got another surprise for you

She looked over her shoulder to make sure Karina wasn’t returning. She texted Devlin back.

Kimmy: Tell me about it

Devlin: have to show you in person

Kimmy: lunch tomorrow?

Devlin: don’t think this can wait to lunch

You didn’t have to know Devlin well to know what he was getting at. He had something else for her. The thing between his legs. He might wear a five-thousand dollar suit and drive around in a high end Mercedes, but he was still a boy who did most of his thinking with his dick. She nibbled on her lower lip, contemplating. She texted in return.

Kimmy: how bad do I want this?

Devlin: I know you want to bad

Kimmy: another trip somewhere?

It took a while for him to come up with a return, but soon he did.

Devlin: you’re going to want to take a ride on it

Not bad. And it got her smiling. She nudged her phone away, took another sip of her whiskey, thinking now she would order another if she saw the waitress. Things would wrap up soon, probably some of the Swanson girls going home, they had kids and some of them had husbands, but Josh would want to hang a little longer with Steve and Meyer. Especially given the mood he was in right now. She chanced another look over her shoulder, saw no Karina.

Kimmy: you don’t take no for an answer

Devlin: you don’t either

Now she worked her head around on her neck, thinking to get her mind out of the gutter. You could make fun of Devlin, say that he was always thinking with his dick, and at the same time never notice the same behavior in yourself. Take a ride on it. Did he lease her a vehicle? Was he leading you down a trap, trying to get you to admit you were thinking about sex again, only to have the rug pulled out from under your feet. Trick you into admitting maybe it would happen again, under the right circumstances, only for him to chastise you and say you were full of dirty thoughts, Chang, I only meant I’d got you a company car . . . 

Devlin: can you get away from the table

Kimmy: why?

Devlin: come and get your gift

Kimmy: when? Now?

Devlin: timing is everything

Kimmy: where are you?

The tavern door opened behind her, and she flipped over her phone, hugged her own arms, smiling at Karina who returned to the table.

“I’ve never seen such clean washrooms,” she said.

“I know,” she agreed. “It’s a real treat.”

Karina said, “Hey, thank you for inviting me. I missed you . . .”

“I really missed you too,” she said.

Both of them looked at each other with awkward smiles for a moment, then Karina liberated her purse from the back of the chair, slinging the strap over her shoulder. “Okay, I’m going to head. You call me, I’m going to hold you to yoga on Friday.”

“Not this Friday,” she said.

“Oh shoot,” Karina said, her head falling back and rolling to the side. “I forgot.”

“Next Friday,” she said, “I promise.”

“Okay, let me say bye to Josh.”

Karina headed to the far end of the table, coming to hug her seated husband, smiling, patting his back, Josh beaming drunkenly, holding Karina’s wrist. She flipped over her phone.

Devlin: had dinner at this Italian place here in Ajax. Can’t stop thinking about you

Devlin: meet me

Devlin: don’t come out to the street side, go out past that garden place, the courtyard in the middle, down through the shopping and out the other side

She stared at the words on her phone’s screen. Frowning, thinking. At once being mad, mad that Devlin would hang around, try to ruin the party she was throwing for Josh when she warned him not to. And then, a bolder part of her feeling aroused by his interest. He didn’t even go home. He stopped to give you a trip to Cayman. Could’ve done that tomorrow. Had to come by and see you. And now, he couldn’t get away from you. Stayed nearby, went to eat, and you were on his mind. The thing they’d done last night—what if it was as good for him as it was for her? He seemed to have it worse than she did.

Karina was returning now, Josh saying bye, waving to Karina’s back. Kimmy tucked her phone into the pocket of her suit coat. To Karina, she said, “Let me walk you out to your car . . .”

***

Karina drove off in her Civic, indicator flashing, pulling out onto the almost empty street. About the only cars remaining were from the Swanson crew, and her Leaf was parked way far down where Josh wouldn’t spot it when he’d arrived with Steve after work. She stayed waving until Karina’s Civic turned left onto Main Street, then she stood breathing cool nighttime summer air, traces of greasy tavern food and late-summer flowers hanging in baskets from the street-lamps. Her hands were in her pockets, her right hand on her phone. She ran her thumb on its rounded edges, brought it out to check the screen. No new messages from Devlin. Only the last one. He was here. What an ass hole to put her in this predicament. Talk about sexual harassment at work. She was obliged to go see him, practically. This was the reason they forbade office relationships. But didn’t she want to go see him? Yes, even though it was Josh’s party.

Just slip away from your party, Devlin wanted, go around the circular garden, go out the back between the shops . . . 

But she couldn’t walk past the patio again. She should just return to the table. It was almost time to get going home anyway . . . 

Hands still in her pockets, now she strolled the sidewalk, high heels clicking, walking away from the archway, down past the other Tudor storefronts, to a wide parking lot, also empty, it’s asphalt space lit up in pale sodium halide. She turned left, walking the sidewalk edges of the parking lot, past closed lawyers offices, and accountants . . . Around the perimeter, now slowing her step, trying to keep her heels quiet. She’d circled the conglomeration of Tudor buildings, all part of the same development. Deep around the back, she saw in the parking lot a lone vehicle: a Mercedes roadster. Even in an empty parking lot, pulled in on an angle across two parking spots.

From beyond old Ajax, beyond a line of homes and woodland, she could hear the sounds of hissing traffic, but it was quiet here in the old village, enough that the loudest volume came from chirping crickets. Past a garden and hedgerows marking off the front space of the accountant’s office there was a stretch of grass, and she stepped onto that now, walking mostly on her toes so her heels wouldn’t dig into the soft earth. The grass quieted her footsteps. She continued around the edges of the building, finally seeing the spot where there was a matching archway like the one street-side. This was the alley that would lead from the Dragon’s patio and the circular garden out to this parking lot. There, in the shadows, a man in a suit leaned casually against a wall with his back to her. Waiting for her. The act of spying on him made her want to laugh, and trying to stop the laugh had her almost snorting. She covered her mouth, watched him. He was doing something. His elbow was moving, and she could tell now his hand was between his legs.

Her upper canine rolled over the plumpness of her lower lip, eyes narrowing and watching Devlin. Devlin Stone waiting for her. Grabbing his dick in anticipation. Why was that so appealing? Probably because he was the hottest guy in high school. Biggest asshole, yeah, but the guy all the girls wanted. And now, ten years later, that same guy wanted Kimmy Chang. And, truthfully, he was a magnitude hotter than he was in high school.

She continued along the grass, expecting to be discovered, but soon closing the distance until they were only two dozen feet apart. His elbow still dabbed up and down, her boss stroking his big dick while he was waiting for her. Wanting to get it hard, wanting his gift to her to be at its most impressive when he presented it. So piggish. And yet, here she was, continuing to close the distance between them.

When the grass ended there was still about ten feet of sidewalk space to cover, and she went on her toes, only taking a few steps knowing she couldn’t make it to him without being heard, so saying aloud, “That gift for me or for you?”

She saw his posture slump, his hands dropped to his side, and he rolled around, languid, shoulders resting against the brick wall at the edge of the archway where he been spying around the corner anticipating her arrival. A lone yellow-light lantern hung a few feet above his head casting the light downward, making his cheeks look chiseled and his handsome brow casting black over his eyes. He tilted up his head and smiled, his eyes narrow lines. He chuckled in his throat, groaned, “The player gets played.”

“That gift’s going to be worn-out and second-hand by the time you give it to me.” She strolled, letting him hear her heels now, attempting a quite-good sexy walk, the higher heels she wore these days becoming more familiar to her, weaving her steps in an undulating line. His eyes dashed up and down her body appreciatively. He moved his hand between his legs, cupped his grip over his cock hanging down his thigh.

She came close. “Do you ever wear underwear?”

“Does it bother you I don’t?”

“I don’t think about it,” she said without smiling.

“You told Josh you think about it. Or was that just because your dirty husband asked you?”

She chuckled. “I think about it.”

“I know you do.”

“Oh, you do? You’re so fucking confident.”

He said, “I love when a woman like you gets caught checking for it.”

“Checking for your bulge?”

He smiled devilishly. “I’ve seen you check.”

“Maybe I do.”

He breathed deep, a low groan in his breath. He still lounged against the wall, palming his cock. “Tell Josh you do.”

“Maybe I will,” she said, stomach tightening at the thought, knowing she could tell him the truth and he’d be aroused by it.

“If we’re talking maybes, maybe I’ll show up in Cayman, we can have some drinks, all three of us, have a good time, then later Josh can watch me take my time sinking it inside you . . .” He let go his cock, the hand now pulling back the flap of his suit jacket. The light fell from above onto his bulge, the long humped shape casting a shadow on his thigh. His cock was enormous, stretching his suit material halfway down one pant leg. The sight of it weakened her knees suddenly and warmed her belly.

“You can’t be here,” she said.

“I am here.”

“Show it to me and I’ll go. Everyone’s still at the table.”

“Fuck, Chang, what did you do to me? Why am I here?”

“I’m asking myself the same question.”

“I want to fuck so bad right now. Get Josh drunk and I’ll come back to your apartment, we can fuck on the bed while he’s out cold.”

The thought chilled her, and she made an exhilarated exhalation that gave herself away.

He liked it, smiling, biting his lower lip, eyes darting around to make sure they were alone and no one was watching. “Come closer,” he said.

Now she was looking around too, back to his lonely angled roadster, the tree-line beyond the parking lot, back from where she’d come, off to her right . . . As she stepped closer, she leaned aside to peek down the arched alleyway, saw the garden and the Dragon’s fairly lights and patio lanterns.

“You have to go,” she said quietly.

His eyes locked on hers as he drew down his zipper, his smile tugging to one side.

“What are you doing?”

“You know you want it.”

“Even if I do, we can’t do it here . . .”

“You said show it to you.”

“I know,” she complained, voice thin and whiny as she closed the gap so they almost touched.

“Take it out, Kimmy.”

She glanced around again, and if anyone watched they were so close together it would be hard to decipher what they did. Her hand went inside the gap of his fly, and her fingers clawed over the hot and hard column of his arousal. “God,” she sighed, “you are so big . . .”

“Let’s go to your place.”

“What about Josh?”

“Send him to one of his buddies and they can stay up all night playing Magic Cards.”

Her hand fondled him, felt the veins pressed out on his shaft, felt how urgent his arousal was. “He’s getting drunk . . .”

“Yeah?—I can fuck you doggy over him while he sleeps . . .”

Now she wetted between her legs. Could feel a sticky flux in her panties. She moaned and chuckled at the awfulness. “You are so evil,” she said, tugging his cock, trying to withdraw it from his fly. It wouldn’t emerge and Devlin had to help, dipping his knees and tugging his fly to one side, his finger fish-hooked under the fabric. When his cock was yanked free it slung a long silvery strand of his lubrication. She thumb-swiped it, ran a circle over his urethra, marveling at the size of his fully engorged cock head. The urge to feel it slide inside her got her mind fading, her consciousness dragging down to the shadow realm of terrible desire. She moved his cock upright, going around like the hand of a clock, his long penis coming up to her sternum. She leaned against him, pressed it between their bodies and watched a gem of pre-come swell in the cup of his urethra. “Fuck,” she groaned. How deep it would go . . . 

“Or I can fuck you right here while your husband’s around the corner . . .”

“I can’t Devlin, even if I wanted to, I—”

“You know you want to,” he said, his large hands on the narrow of her waist and holding her against him, their faces so close.

“I want to, but . . .” It would hurt . . . 

Now he wheeled her around so it was her back against the wall. He loomed over her, his cock on her stomach, probably oozing out his natural lubrication all over the fine fabric, and he took her lips with his own. She let him, melted under him, slinking against the brick wall and giving him her tongue. Soon both her hands circled his huge cock and began to pleasure it, squeezing stroking . . . his hands roamed her body, his right hand going low, tugging up on her skirt.

“Oh, not here . . .” she gasped, kiss smacking away wetly and her looking around. She let his cock go and it tapped against her.

Eyes on hers, his hand went up her skirt, fingers stroking her thigh, curling up and over the wait of her panties now and guiding them downward . . .