(Complete) Devil In The Waters, Book 2, Chapter 4

Inside the apartment door, Kimmy turned to him and he backed her to the hallway table, leaned her against it, the crown of her head knocking askew the photograph her father took of that temple in Taiwan. He kissed her.

She said, “Not here,” as she unbuckled his belt.

His cock throbbed even harder than at the Dragon. All this intense arousal from the awful revelation that part of what Devin had told him was true. Devin got Kimmy on her back in the grass, held her hands over her head. She didn’t say exactly, but somewhere had seen his arousal in his pants, and Devin had pressed it against her. All he could think of was the belly of that thing in Devin’s pants grinding into the cotton cleft of his wife’s soft pussy. And Kimmy, reluctant, mad at this guy one second before, but now Devin was staring in her eyes and she was feeling his manhood against that most feminine part of her. . . . Devin said Josh had asked him to do it—there was no way he did. But for whatever reason, what had once worked through him like a poison, this noxious idea of Devin fucking Kimmy behind Josh’s back, had become something else. From poison to octane.

Kimmy pushed his pants down, underwear going along with it, his erection sticking up straight and proud, and for some reason the aching knowledge that Kimmy had indeed witnessed Devin’s impressive size didn’t shrink him tonight. It didn’t turn him flaccid, the opposite happened. She stroked him while he leaned over to take her mouth again. She squirmed her face away, and he kissed her neck—like Devin had kissed her neck. . . . And now he thought of the scenario Kimmy described amplified. Just like the way he was with her now, but it was Devin with Kimmy in the grass, Kimmy pushing Devin’s pants down and stroking that giant thing he had.

She whispered, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“I want you right here, right now.”

She said, “I want to get a condom . . .”

He chuckled, for some reason considering it undecipherable dirty talk, like maybe Kimmy had some kind of latex fetish. But then he realized she was serious. He backed up so he could look in her eyes. “A condom?”

“Okay?”

“I thought we were trying again.”

“I don’t know.”

“Kimmy, you were the one the last couple days who—”

“We should’ve talked about it.”

“Yeah, we should have. I let you take the lead.”

She tucked her chin down, looked in his eyes. “I should go back to work.”

“But, Kimmy . . .”

“We can try again some other time.”

He rubbed her sides. “Are you afraid?”

The question bothered her, and all the sexual inflation that had expanded them like dirty circus balloons squeaked and deflated. She sat up straighter, got herself off the table to stand, then leaned against the wall. She didn’t look at him. “I just don’t know what I want.”

“We want a family.”

“I know.”

“You can go back to work if you want, Kimmy. I just don’t want you to do it for the wrong reasons.”

Looking down at the floor, her lips bunched to a pout like she was chewing her inner cheek, she said, “I think I’m tired of making baskets.”

He chuckled, then came to stand behind her and leaned on the table, bracing his hip against its curved edge. “You don’t have to make baskets, Kimmy. You can do whatever you want.”

“I’ve been away for so long, then I worry what’ll happen if the time gets longer . . .”

He caressed her shoulder, and she put her hand over his. His erection had stopped buzzing, but it was still fully engorged and pointed upright, the tip underneath the hem of her cardigan. He stood with her for a long while, thinking about her desire to return to work. But there was more; a blinking beacon in his mind’s eye right in the room with them. He reached down and behind him, slid open the drawer. He peeked down, saw Devin’s card was still there, plucked it out, held it between thumb and finger’s as he rotated around looking at the back and the front. He said, “The other day I found this in the drawer.”

She looked to see what it was, frowned and had to squint to read it. It was like she wasn’t familiar with it. He said, “Was Devin here?”

Kimmy’s mouth fell open, and her eyes widened. “No . . .”

“Why’s his card here?”

She braced her back against the wall, took the card from him held it in both hands and read Devin Stone’s name and title. She said, “He gave it to me.”

“When?”

She frowned, chewed her cheek some more. “At the party.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Josh.”

“Tell me . . .”

Her head fell back to rest on the wall, slumped aside till her cheek almost touched her shoulder. Her eyes went up. “I think he wants to offer me a job.”

His knees weakened for a moment and he slid to lean against the wall next to her. His mind scrambled trying to make sense of what she’d just told him. There was an incredible betrayal here. She’d talked to Devin about their future. Enough Devin offered her a business card. Kimmy’d decided she wanted to try again to get pregnant, then flip-flopped, now saying she wanted to go back to work. Back to work for Devin?

Was this before or after he’d humped his huge cock between her legs?

He dug fingertips into his cheeks, stood there dumbfounded. Kimmy side-glanced at him, her expression wary. He shook his head, pulled up his pants and buckled them, then headed down the hall.

Kimmy called after him: “Where are you going?”

He waved her off, ambling down the hall to the bedroom. He went in and closed the door behind him, moved to the bed and sat down.

Up was down, left was right. . . . What the fuck was going on? Was Devin here in the apartment? Was he not here? Did he fuck Kimmy at Tiffany’s? How truthful was Kimmy on the Dragon patio? Was that all that happened? . . . 

The bedroom door opened and Kimmy slipped in quietly. She cozied herself in her cardigan, closing the open flaps closed, shoulders hunched, looking like she was cold though the bedroom was almost too warm. She crossed to him on her toes, barefoot now. She sat down on the bed next to him. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it.”

“We should do a lot more talking. I feel like I’m a punching bag right now.”

“Sorry. I really am. Josh, I’m so much happier that I told you what happened. It was wrong to keep it from you. . . . I know you trust me—I leaned too heavily on that. Can’t you forgive me?”

“You want to work for Devin Stone?”

“I told him no way. But now I don’t know . . .”

“You can’t work for him, Kimmy.”

“I know.” She hung her head, sullen.

Then he felt guilty for laying that on her. He amended: “We can talk about it.”

“I don’t want to work for him, Josh.”

“As his lawyer or something?”

She nodded, ran her hair back from her face, held it behind her neck. “And I speak Chinese.”

“Import export.”

“I think it’s a lot of money. More than I make at the firm.”

“They’re expecting you back.”

“I know. I know I can’t take it.”

Plus, Kimmy, the whole thing where he pinned you down and dry-humped you . . .?

They wanted a family. But having two good incomes was nice. They could buy a house. A big house. They could have more than two kids. How much could they save five years working for Devin Stone? If they squirreled away everything Kimmy made and lived off only his income, they could probably buy a house in the suburbs. Buy it cash. “Fuck,” he sighed into his hands.

“This isn’t a real thing, Josh. I didn’t consider it, not really.”

“You kept his card.”

“I forgot I had it,” she said. Then: “I just threw it out anyway.”

“You didn’t have to do that. I don’t need a purity test.”

“I don’t want to work for him, Josh. I don’t even like the guy.”

“No one does.”

“Can we just forget about it?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said.

“You want to watch TV?”

“No.”

She cast a sidelong look. “You brought me home to be alone with me. Do you want to lay down?”

He said, “What happened with you and Amy when you took me to the tent?”

She looked away again, out at the sky as it faded from blue to orange. “I told you, we put you into your sleeping bag.”

“Before that,” he said. “You helped me pee.”

“Yeah, I told you that.”

“Amy didn’t want to talk about it.”

“At coffee today? Good,” she said. “I hope you didn’t ask her about it.”

“Did you take my pants down?”

“No, just your zipper.”

“Why did it take me so long to go? You said it took a long time . . . Forever, you said.”

She ran her hair back again, this time letting it fall. “You had to pee, you . . . you had a . . . an erection.”

He shook his head, disgusted with her. Disgusted with himself. “Were you guys laughing at me?”

“No, Josh, I would never laugh at you, why would you even say that?”

“Sometimes I think Amy hates me.”

“She doesn’t, Josh.”

He ran his head around in a circle like his neck was sore. “Did she see?”

“No . . .”

Her voice was quiet. He faced her. “Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

“Kimmy, did she sneak a peek? Were you guys laughing because I had a boner?”

“I don’t know, Josh.”

“Did she take a look?”

“I don’t think she did.”

“But she might have?”

“It didn’t come up.”

He leaned forward to catch her eyes, wanting to see if she was joking, and she wasn’t. No pun intended. “Everybody was hard for you that night.”

Kimmy made a curious expression, not getting his meaning.

He said, “Devin, too.”

“Oh yeah, right,” she said without humor.

“Sorry,” he said, “I was trying to be funny.”

“It’s okay.”

Now he shifted, faced her again like he did in the front seats of their car. She smiled, her eyes just narrow lines, light from the sunset filling up those dark orbs and turning them chestnut and sending sparks of gold. He kissed her pouting mouth and she touched his shoulder.

He said, “You want to try again?”

She said, “Do you want to try again?”

“I do,” he said, his expression falling. Mind stuck again on Devin.

She said, “What’s wrong?” brushing the back of her knuckles over his cheekbone.

“I keep thinking of him on top of you . . .”

“Don’t do that.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Get a condom,” she said.

And here they were back to the start—Kimmy deciding she wasn’t sure whether now was the time to have a family or not. Making the decision herself that tonight would not be the night to attempt to conceive. No, his wife had been considering taking a high-paying job working as a lawyer for Devin Stone’s import-export company. Devin Stone, a man she hated. Said she hated. But she’d work for him for money. And the man had been on top of her, had been arrogant and insulting, and when she fought back this man had put her on the ground, held her hands over her head and let her know how huge his dick was, rubbing it against her.

He couldn’t ask Kimmy where Devin had pressed it. What would that say about her husband? But he was obsessing over the image of Kimmy’s knees up on either side of Devin’s hips, her hands held up above her head, not wanting to be there, but fully realizing the power this man had. The power, the money, offering her a job, his strong hands on her slender wrists holding her easily, pinning her, letting her feel how big a man could be. . . . He kissed her again, hungrily.

Soon he had her back on the bed. She unbuckled his belt again, got his pants down. While they both got straighter on the bed, Kimmy slid her shorts off, wriggled out of her cardigan and top, and he fished out a condom from the nightstand.

“Here,” she said, naked now and taking over.

He lay back, no pants on, his dress shirt open, his bare stomach heaving up and down. Kimmy tore open the condom packet, tucked her fingers inside it’s ring, stretched its mouth and pulled it down over his shaft in one easy stroke, the latex crinkling as it unrolled. Kimmy had seen and felt what Devin had. If it was a hidden lustful spark within him, he could enjoy it. Because he was hard as stone—not stone, definitely not stone. Steel.

He got over top of her, slid himself inside, pinpointing her facial expression, trying to imagine what it would do if that thing Devin had showed him was going inside her right now. He took her wrists and guided her hands above her head. His hips rolling against hers, he looked in her eyes the way he imagined Devin did. There was fear in Kimmy, intermingled with the lust and passion. She understood what he was doing. Understood he was reliving the awful story his wife had told him how another man had pinned her down. Surely she would think that he was reclaiming her, not reliving that awful erotic jewel that glimmered in the dark web Devin tried weaving around him. She couldn’t see that in him. No, tonight he was taking his wife back after another man had tried to claim her. That’s all it was. But he thought of his penis as Devin’s penis inside Kimmy. Devastating her, stretching her insides beyond what was normal. Every little squeak and sigh Kimmy made was amplified in his head tenfold thinking of her with Devin. He kissed her bare shoulders, sucked on the hard coiled buds of her nipples. When she closed her eyes, he thought she could be thinking of Devin too. His stomach curdled at the thought, but his hips pounded into her harder.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, making sure she understood he wasn’t thinking about Devin with her, making sure she understood that she was his.

“All yours,” she sighed, and he slowed down now, the strokes getting easy and slow while he got close and cupped her cheeks and kissed her mouth. She caressed his back and they made love gently until he came inside the condom.