CHAPTER II
"Damn, baby... how I missed you," she heard him say, but a giant lump in her throat kept her from forming a reply. "Now you come here!" he pulled her strongly to sit on his lap, and she switched positions, avoiding his face. Settling her over his groin, James began caressing her breasts under the water and kissing the small of her neck. From his point of view he couldn't see the hot tears that trickled down her cheeks, mistaking her limpness for relaxation.
She couldn't find the strength in herself to yell or slap him. Just infinite sadness filled her chest. She had hoped so much for this day, and now it was stained by his betrayal.
"Now I'll bathe you, 'cause you're a dirty little girl, ya know?" It was an ironic statement, she thought. Disregarding the sponge, he soaped his hands and ran them from her shoulders down her back, then repeated the action, but this time his slippery touch traveled from her collar bones, down her breasts, to her abdomen. He let the warm water wash the soap from his hands before groping her pubic area. He cupped his hand over her mound and slid her closer toward his hard-on. Placing his middle finger over her clit, he began to rub it playfully, while he sucked and bit her neck. His hard breath came in hot huffs and cool puffs over her wet skin.
Kristen lay in the tub with closed eyes, fighting back her tears. Through her concealed pain, she could feel her body give in. His hand took her face close to his, and he nibbled her chin. Next he commanded, "Get your ass out of the tub," and stood up with Kristen in his arms. Out of the water, he threw a towel over her shoulders and grabbed her from behind. His rough hands roamed her body in what was supposed to be a drying motion, but it seemed more like teasing. Steadily, he pushed her in the direction of the bedroom, eventually propelling her, face down, onto the bed. She lost the towel along the way. He positioned himself on his side, right next to her, and loosely dragged his fingers from the back of her knees up her bottom. Subconsciously, James smiled at the view. Aroused and ready for action, he rolled her over, anticipating a lustful kiss. Brushing the hair away from her face, he began to kiss her but then suddenly stopped. "Why do you taste like tears, baby?" James asked. When he noticed the expression on her face, he was stunned, and the tears didn't stop. She turned away, her long dark hair resting at her side. Naturally, she curled herself up, wishing it all away for a moment, but the terrible thoughts of what she'd seen betrayed her smashed feelings."I... I saw the nail marks on your back..." she sadly stammered, "you cheating bastard!" She began to sob and shake, covering her face with her hands.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
James yelled inside, remembering foggily the drunken groupie that scratched him during a backstage blowjob. He sat up and rested the back of his hand on his forehead. His concerned blue eyes scanned the ceiling. Were there any words that could help him through this mess?
