Kisses and Revenge

by Riser, Cherron

  "Sure, I was just about to make me a glass of ice water. Would you care for a glass?" Leslie answered, leading him back to the kitchen.

  "Mrs. Finn, I'm afraid I don't have very good news for you. I'm sorry, but we have done everything we can. We won't stop looking, but we have done all we could. Everything leads us to a dead end. I'm sorry, Leslie, but we don't know what else to do."

  The words ripped through Leslie's heart and had her sagging against the counter. How could they just give up? Her husband deserved justice, and it appeared he was never going to get it. "I will call or come by if anything comes up, but for right now, there isn't much I can do. Again, I am so sorry."

  Pain ripped through her, but she held it in as best she could until she had managed to walk the officer out of the house. Once the door was closed, she broke down screaming. Managing to make it to the kitchen, she stumbled into the counter, knocking one of the glasses from the counter and sending it crashing to the ground. Glass went everywhere, and Leslie rushed to get a towel to clean it up. Kneeling down, she carefully picked up the shards, tears making it difficult for her to see. She couldn't believe they were just giving up on Adam like that.

  As she stood to throw the glass in the trash, a shard sliced open part of her palm. Tossing the broken glass, she went to the sink to clean the cut. Her thoughts were racing as she cleansed the cut with soap and warm water, making her jump when the doorbell rang. Part of her wasn't sure she could handle any more news today, much less seeing people. Wrapping a towel around her hand, she went to see who was there and breathed a sigh of relief to see Warren on the other side of the door.

  "I saw the cops leaving when I pulled up. How did it go?" Warren asked as he made his way into the house. He carried in his hands a bag of takeout and a bottle of wine.

  "It went the same as every other time, only this time they said they weren't sure there was anything they could do. That bastard is going to get away with this, and the cops don't even care." Leslie tried to keep her composure, but the anger and frustration were too much for her to handle this time.

  To Warren's credit, he didn't make a big deal about her crying and sharp words. Instead he set down the food and grabbed a tissue for her to wipe her face with. "The scene is cold, so are the leads. I miss my brother like crazy, but the cops can't go around chasing a ghost. Everyone I have talked to said they have no idea who would have done this."

  More pain ripped through Leslie's heart at those words. It wasn't fair. Adam had never done anything to anyone.

  "Come on, Leslie. You need to eat and get some sleep. You are killing yourself over this, and that isn't what Adam would want. He told me once if anything ever happened to him that he wanted me to help take care of you, and that is what I plan to do. So let's eat, and I will put on a movie to help take your mind off of things." Warren encouraged her, placing his arm around her waist and pulling her into the kitchen so they could eat at the small table there. Once he had dinner laid out, he sat down and began to tell her about how things were going at work.

  "I don't think I have ever thanked you for coming over so much. He was your brother longer than he was my husband. I still don't know how you are keeping it all together," Leslie whispered, pushing her food around on her plate so he wouldn't notice her not eating. She had made a lot of progress, but today was like crashing back to the bottom.

  "Honestly, it's a mask. I'm hiding behind being okay then drinking and fucking a lot at night when I leave here so I don't have to think about it. I figure if I drink enough and get lost in a woman, by the end of the night, I will be too drunk and tired to think anymore, and then I can sleep," Warren answered, taking a big bite of food. This was the first time Warren didn't try to hide behind a mask of happy go lucky. For the first time since Adam's death, she swore she saw pain and longing in his eyes.

  Leslie blushed hearing him talk about sex and women that way, though. He had never spoken to her about his personal life, especially not in such a straightforward manner. Heat washed over her, and for a moment, she wondered just how good it would feel to forget her pain, even for just a moment. How nice would it be to lay back and let a man take all of her tension and stress away? Blushing harder at the thought, she took a drink of her wine, hoping Warren wouldn't notice.

  Or did she want him to notice?

  Looking up from her glass, she saw those piercing blue eyes staring at her, and it made her body feel things she wasn't used to feeling, at least not for other men. There was a tightening down low, and a rush of hot blood pounded deep inside of her. Trying to compose herself, she took another drink of wine and coughed a bit hoping to clear her head. "I don't think I am as brave as you. I can't even put the mask on."

  "Maybe you are just wearing another mask. We all do." Reaching out, Warren took her hand. For a moment she thought to pull away but then decided not to. It felt nice to have him hold her hand. With her free hand, she finished off her wine, licking the remains of the sweet liquid from her lips.

  "I don't wear a mask," she whispered, her voice sounding deeper as she tried to ignore the throbbing ache in her body. Would Adam hate her if she slept with his brother? Fuck, where did that idea even come from? She could never do that to her husband.

  For several moments, the two of them stared at each other, heat and tension building higher and higher between them. Then, without warning, Warren pulled away, refilled their glasses, and went back to his meal. Leslie felt her head spin at the sudden change and took another drink. Tonight she wanted to forget her pain. Downing the second glass of wine in one gulp, she reached out for the bottle to pour what was left in her glass.

  "Leslie ..." she heard Warren whisper, and she turned toward him. His eyes held concern for her, but that wasn't what she wanted from him.

  The wine quickly began to cloud her mind, and she reached up to pull the pin from her hair, releasing her bun so her soft waves would flow around her face. "Help me forget, Warren. Please, I need to forget, for just a moment."

  Her heart thundered in her chest as she stared at her friend, her brother-in-law, the man who had sworn to take care of her if anything ever happened to Adam. She watched as the worry in his eyes sank to the background, replaced by heat and desire. Her breath caught, and she was trapped by that look. Neither of them moved for several moments, and then it all happened all at once.

  Warren reached over and pulled her into him as he stood. His strong hands gripped her ass, lifting her to the table and sending food and glass crashing to the floor. Their lips smashed together as heat and passion exploded between them. She could feel him already growing hard as he pressed tightly between her legs. Wandering hands made their way up her back to sink deeply into her hair, and she moaned at how good it felt to be touched in such a way again.

  Leslie arched back, her legs rising higher on his waist as his lips made a scorching trail down her neck. "I need to get you to a bed, you deserve better than to be fucked on a kitchen table like this."

  Her heart jumped for a moment, and she froze. Warren's eyes rolled up to look at her, and she felt him start to pull away. "No, this is what I want. I don't want something sweet and pretty. Fuck me here, please. I need this."

  The look of hunger in Warren's eyes was breathtaking as he pressed himself against her once more. She moved her hands between them to start working at the belt of his pants. They were wearing far too much clothing for what she had in mind for them. Pushing him back, he nearly stumbled as he slammed against the kitchen counter. Leslie jumped from the table and came toward him. His shirt was torn as she pulled it from him a moment before she fell to her knees. No, she didn't want to make love. Tonight was all about animalistic urges.

  Warren helped her get his pants open, and she yanked them down, along with his boxers, to reveal the part of him she craved most. She wasted no time gripping his hard shaft and giving it a few pumps. A deep sound emanated from his chest, and she rolled her eyes up to look at him. She smiled a moment before she swallowed him down. His b
ack arched, and his fingers gripped into her hair as she began to take him hard and fast into her mouth.

  "Fuck, Leslie! You feel so good." Warren groaned, and his hips started to thrust forward on their own accord.

  Her frenzy took control, and she gripped into his tight ass, her nails clinging the flesh as she worked him faster and faster, relentless to bring about his release. She felt him stumble and heard the sound of his hand slapping against the counter. Looking up, she saw him gripping on to it, holding on as if his life depended on it. It gave her a sense of pride to know she could do this to a man she knew had so much experience. Moaning, she gave it her all, and he finally rewarded her with his release.

  Barely giving her the time to clean him off, he lifted her again and tossed her up onto the counter. She landed with a thump and leaned back as he set about stripping her clothing. Her body was throbbing and soaking wet for him, and when she spread her legs a little to offer herself to him, his eyes filled with hunger.

  "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to have a taste?" Leslie asked, letting her fingers spread her body open and tease her sensitive flesh for him. She had no idea where this bravado came from, but it felt good and sexy to be this way.

  "Gladly," Warren moaned, gripping her hips and lifting them from the counter, sending her falling back on the cold marble. Warren gave the center of her body one nice, long lick, moaning deeply before he looked up to her. "You have the sweetest taste. I think I am going to enjoy my dessert tonight."

  He managed to make a purring noise as he moved in to devour her. The vibration shot right through her body, and she cried out reaching back to hold the other edge of the counter. Warren's tongue was magic on her body, each swipe sending another burst of electric heat through her veins. Her hips rolled against him, begging him for more, anything that would ease the ever-growing pressure his skillful tongue was building.

  "Warren, please! Fuck, I need more than this!" she begged, her words coming out breathy as she panted and moaned for her new lover.

  He chuckled against her and then gave her another of those delicious long strokes. "You want more? Mmmm, I like that you so sweetly beg for it, baby."

  He went back to his torture of her, licking, sucking, and even nibbling on her sensitive flesh. His tongue delved deep into her body, giving her a preview of what she was sure would happen next. He didn't make her wait long to find out either. Keeping to his careful ministrations to her body, he brought her right to the edge of her sanity, and when the levee broke and she screamed out, he stood up and slammed his hard cock into her. He filled her to perfection, stretching her in only the most delicious of ways.

  Gripping her hips, he lifted her and carried her toward the living room, but he never stopped pumping in and out of her body. How he managed to walk and fuck her all at once was baffling, but she was not in the right head space to ask. Leslie found herself lying over the arm of the couch with her legs propped up on Warren's hard chest. Leaning forward, he had her nearly bent in half as he began to pound into her body as if he were trying to fuck her through the couch.

  "You are so beautiful. You know I have always wanted you, Leslie. I have always cared about you. Fuck, you have no idea how bad I have wanted to feel you like this," Warren moaned, kissing his way up her body. She rolled her hips with him, matching him stroke for stroke as he sucked and licked her skin, stopping to savor her nipples. The tingling sensation shot straight down to her core and combined with the expert way he was working her body. She exploded once more, his name screaming out of her as she writhed with orgasm.

  "That's it, baby. Oh, my name on your lips is so fucking sexy. How about you do that for me again?" He pulled away long enough to flip her over and take her from behind. Just the sensation of him entering her again made her body shiver in pleasure. From this angle, he hit deeper inside of her and moved even harder. Her nails scraped into the suede of the couch, and she thrust her body back to meet him, squeezing tightly with every pass.

  "I won't last. Fuck, it feels too good. I'm going to come! Fuck! FUCK!" she screamed out, but that wasn't what Warren wanted, and he stopped with her teetering on the edge. Leslie was sure she would go crazy from the anticipation and whimpered.

  He gripped her hair and pulled her up to him, arching her so he could whisper in her ear. "I want to hear my name when you come, Leslie, and trust me, I'm going to make you come so much tonight your body is going to remember it for the rest of your life. Now if you want me to keep going, I suggest you give me what I want and ask nicely."

  Leslie panted, trying to move her body against him, but the position they were in, and the way he held her, made it impossible. Licking her lips, she gasped when she felt his fingers start to toy with her throbbing nub. "Please, Warren. Don't stop. I need this ... Please."

  "Now that is a good girl," he purred against her before pulling away once more. He grabbed her, and they fell to the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist as his hips frantically thrust deep into her body, hitting that spot deep inside she never knew she had. Adam had never given her pleasure like this before. Her nails sliced down his body, and he cried out, fucking her harder before crashing his lips against hers. This kiss was hard and wet and left her panting when he finally pulled away.

  He took her hand and moved it between them to the center of her body. Using his finger, he guided hers until she was stroking her hardened nub in time to his wild fucking. It sent more tingling sensations through her body, and within moments, she erupted. "WARREN!" she screamed out as the most intense orgasm of her life took control of her body. A moment later, Warren slammed his own body deep into hers and released, his body shaking and writhing right along with her as he cried out from pleasure.

  That powerful orgasm was followed by thousands of smaller ones, rolling through her body one after another with every move he made. She was breathless and panting when he kissed her again, the pleasure so great she barely heard his whispered "I love you" before she fainted from it all.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The night had been filled with so much pleasure, Leslie was sore when she woke. Every muscle in her body remembered the things she had done with Warren, and the smell of him consumed her. Shifting a bit, she could feel his legs entwined with hers, and she couldn't help the smile that spread over her lips. Her face slowly began to nuzzle into him, and his arms flexed to squeeze her tighter to him. It had been an insane night, bouncing from room to room and fucking in every position known to man. Warren had done things to her she didn't even know were possible.

  Breathing out a sigh of relief, she looked up to the man who had succeeded in making her feel like a woman again and not simply some sort of wasted shell of a person. It was nice to wake up feeling so alive again.

  "Good morning. I thought for sure you would sleep a little longer after how late I had you up," Warren whispered, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair and down her back.

  "I guess I just can't break habit," she moaned, stretching out her body and rolling away.

  That was when she realized where they were. Her heart began to pound, and her eyes got wide. That sticky feeling between her legs was mocking her for her transgression. What had she done? How could she have done this to Adam?

  Jumping from the bed, she fumbled to pull the sheet from her. Not only had she slept with Adam's brother, but she had slept with him in their bed. This was the bed Adam had bought for them, and she had soiled it with another man. Panic took root, and before she could stop herself, she lunged for the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. Moments later the feel of fingers pulling her hair back frightened her, but she couldn't stop getting sick.

  "Leslie, what is wrong? What happened?" he asked as he tried to hold her hair back. She didn't want Warren to be nice to her. For what she had done, she deserved to be punished. Tears formed, and she found that all that remained were dry heaves.

  Falling back, she reached up and flushed before leaning against the shower. Warren went about ge
tting her a cool washcloth, worry in his eyes. He was still naked but moved about as if it was normal. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry" were the only words she could manage to say.

  "What are you sorry for?" Warren asked, kneeling down to help wipe her face. He seemed honestly confused by her apology.

  "I don't know." Frustrated, she slammed her head back, making the shower door rattle. "For throwing up. For being such a wreck. We shouldn't have done this. We shouldn't have fucked each other last night. It isn't right."

  "Whoa, wait a second. You are upset because of last night?" Warren moved her chin so she was forced to look up into his eyes. "Look, there is nothing wrong with what we did last night. I do love you, Leslie, and Adam did want me to take care of you. You need to make steps to move on."

  "Yes, there is a lot wrong with what we did last night! Don't you understand! You are his brother; I was his wife! We can't do this!" The hysteria in her voice made her voice higher pitched, and her chest rose and fell quickly.

  "I do understand that. It doesn't make what we did wrong. It makes us human. It makes us people who have always cared about each other and want to continue doing so. You were the only one who believed in me, and now I want to be here for you. I love you, Leslie, don't you understand that?" Warren sounded almost desperate as he tried to reach out and pull her into him. She knew he wanted to help her. She knew he wanted to make things better for both of them, but deep inside, she felt she had betrayed her husband.

  "No, no, no! It is wrong!" She pushed him away from her and pulled herself up from the floor. Rushing from the bathroom, she flung open the closet to try to find something to wear. Somehow, being naked in that moment didn't sit well with her.

  "You are being unreasonable. Leslie, there is nothing wrong with any of this. If you would just calm down and breathe. Think about it, love. We have always cared about each other. You know that. How could that be wrong?" Warren followed her but still made no move to get dressed. His walking around in all his naked glory like some sort of Adonis was only making things more difficult for her.