When Kevin returned the next day from rehearsals, he was in a terrible mood. Sensing it right away, Emma kept her distance by puttering around the house and staying clear of him.
She had just sat down at the kitchen table when he stormed in and stood directly next to her, “Who called you this time?”
“I don’t know what you mean Kevin.”
“Like hell you don’t…I said who called you this time?”
“No one called…I haven’t had a single phone call today…check the caller id if you don’t believe me,” Emma huffed.
Kevin walked over to the phone and grabbed it in his hand. After he thoroughly checked, he shrugged. “Oh, sorry.”
“What’s your problem?” Emma questioned.
“Just about everything imaginable…there were reporters everywhere today outside of the rehearsal studio, asking everyone questions about us…including the other guys.”
“Oh God…” Emma raised her head slightly towards him, “Are they mad at me?”
“Their pissed at both us…and quite frankly I don’t blame them. They’ve always known that something was up and now this just confirms it.”
She looked at Kevin, “But Nick said that they weren’t gonna read it."
“They didn’t…but the reporters questions gave them a pretty good indication of what the article said.”
“I’m sorry about this whole mess.”
“Would you please STOP saying that…I know.”
“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
Kevin pondered her question for a while, “Well, actually there is.”
Emma smiled, “Whatever it is…I’ll do it.”
His eyebrows shot up, “You sure?”
She nodded.
“How would you feel about us having sex?” Kevin bluntly asked.
“WHAT?” Emma jumped up from the chair almost knocking over her glass of water on the kitchen table.
Kevin jumped back from her a little, “For the guys sake, I mean.”
Emma couldn’t believe her ears, “WHAT?”
He stammered on, “This way, if we have sex, I won’t look guilty…like I’m hiding something from them and then I can honestly tell them that the article isn’t true.”
“But it is true…”
“For now it is,” Kevin shrugged his shoulders. “But if we have sex, it won’t be.”
Emma shook her head, “That’s insane Kevin.”
Kevin stepped closer to her and pulled her close. “I know…this whole marriage thing we got going on is insane…what have we got to lose?” He paused for a moment, “Except your virginity.”
She pulled back a little, “What makes you think I’m a virgin?”
He laughed and again pulled her close, “Are you serious?”
Emma could barely breathe with him being so close. This was insane…absolutely insane…and she was actually contemplating it…which was even more insane.
He saw fear in her eyes when he grabbed her shoulders and looked at her, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Emma smiled at him and knew right then and there that this whole charade of a marriage was no longer a charade to her and it scared the hell out of her. “I don’t know Kevin.”
“I can teach you everything you need to know…” He started kissing her neck, “Come on Emma, you won’t be sorry…trust me.”
“I…don’t…know…” Emma could barely get out.
“Oh yes you do…you know you want to, you’re just afraid of finding out how much you might enjoy it.” Kevin watched her reaction intently, trying to read it. “I need to take a shower right now…care to join me?”
“In the shower?” Emma questioned nervously.
“Yeah, in the shower…come on.” He took her hand and led her into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind them, he walked into the shower and turned on the water.
Emma stood there frozen.
“Are you gonna take your clothes off or do you want me to do it?” Kevin questioned while stepping out of the shower.
“Can I keep them on?”
“If you want.” Rolling his eyes, he began removing his own clothing. Slowly, he took off his jeans and threw them aside. Emma couldn’t take her eyes off him and he knew it. Removing his shirt, she gasped slightly when he turned around and stood before her in only his boxer briefs. “You wanna do the honors?”
Emma shook her head.
“Okay, I’ll do it then.” Kevin finished removing the remaining item and stood before her naked. Stepping into the shower, he turned on the other faucet. “Come on in, I got yours going to.”
Emma couldn’t move. She didn’t know what to do. She looked at Kevin and then looked away for a brief moment. What the hell am I doing? Feeling his hand on her arm, she turned to him and felt herself being pulled into the shower.
She shrieked.
“Hey, you said you wanted to wear your clothes, didn’t you?” Kevin turned her around so that he was standing behind her. Snaking his arms around her, he pulled her in close. “Feel that Emma?” Slowly, he moved his hips a little so that she could feel him. “That’s for you.” Twirling her around, he took his hand and gently pushed her head down, “Look at what you do to me.”
Her only reply was a little moan.
“Lift up your arms,” he demanded.
"This is for the guys right?"
Kevin chuckled, "Absolutely."
Doing as she was told, Kevin pulled her shirt off her and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. He threw the bra over the shower door and whispered, “Doesn’t that feel better?”
Emma nodded.
“Thank God you’re not wearing jeans…they’d be a bitch to get off you wet.” He got on his knees and pulled her pants down, enticing her to lift one foot, then the other. He threw them over the shower door as well.
Emma finally found her voice, “You’re making a mess, throwing my wet clothes out there.”
Kevin was still on his knees and was only inches away from her most intimate area. “I don’t give a shit.” He was so close to her that she could feel his breath. Getting back on his feet, he continued, “All I care about right now is teaching you everything you want to know…here, give me your hand.”
Emma held out her hand and Kevin placed it in his, bringing it down to his erection. She gasped when she felt him harden even more when her hand was on him.
“Lesson number four wife, sex…. everything you want to know and now I’m gonna show you.” Kevin laughed and pulled her closer.
