Kisses and Revenge

by Riser, Cherron

  Sighing contently, Leslie hugged him back then watched as he left. When the silence filled the room, she walked over and pressed play on her music play list then opened the windows to let in the sound and smell of the beach. Just as she predicted, the moment her head hit the pillow, she was out.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The scent of smoky meat filled the air of the park where SkyFinn Marketing was having their cookout. The sun was shining brightly, and the air was a comfortable warm with just enough of a breeze to keep from making things too hot. Everyone was there, which elevated Leslie's blood pressure. However, she was already finding herself getting more and more comfortable the longer they mingled.

  Warren did his best to stay close to her without looking like he was trying to move in on his brother's wife. It was comforting. Most of the people who came up to them to talk kept the conversation light. She could see their desire to ask questions, but none of them did, as if there were a sign over her head saying "please don't ask."

  "Leslie! You are looking so good! How are you?" Vivian Trainer said, rushing up to her. Vivian was the receptionist in the main office and had always been nice to Leslie when she would go to see Adam. When Vivian reached her, she wrapped her arms around her as if they were old friends. In a strange way, it was nice.

  "Hey! Vivian. It is nice to see you too. Thank you so much. I am feeling a lot better too," Leslie hugged her back then took a step back to look at her old friend. She was beaming and happy in a way Leslie couldn't remember ever being. She was sure she had been, but it had been a long time.

  "That is good to hear. I have missed seeing you around. Warren will update us about how you are doing now and then, but never anything worthwhile." Vivian went on, her words coming out excited and hyper.

  "Hey now, it isn't my place to tell all of her business. She has to come around on her own time." Warren added playfully, moving in and giving the woman a bit of a hug.

  "You just like keeping the mystery alive. Oh, hey, Leslie, guess what! I'm pregnant!" Vivian then jumped in and said. "I don't know if you can tell in this dress, but I'm actually seven months along."

  Leslie's eyes grew wide, and she forced herself to smile. Getting pregnant had been the last thing she and Adam had tried to do. "That's wonderful! I'm so happy for you. I didn't know you were married."

  "I'm not. I'm not even really with anyone. But I'm happy about it either way. I have a good job. I don't need a man to have a baby. My mother is really excited too. She has gone crazy buying up baby stuff. I'm having a little boy," Vivian went on, grabbing Leslie's hand and pressing it tight to her belly.

  "That is wonderful. I'm happy for you. If you don't mind, please excuse me." The emotions hit her hard, and Leslie couldn't stop herself. She needed a moment to breathe and clear her mind. For how much better she was getting, she still had moments she couldn't handle everything.

  Leaning against a tree, she looked up at the clear blue sky and breathed slowly. Closing her eyes, she did all the things Dr. Halbert told her would help calm her down, slow deep breaths and thinking about happy things.

  "Don't let it get to you. I know you and Adam had plans, but don't let it ruin the day. Everyone is so happy to see you," Warren whispered, placing his hand on her shoulder.

  "I know, I know, I just needed a few minutes to clear my head." Leslie turned and gave him the best smile she could muster. It wasn't easy, but she didn't let her emotions crush her. "I am happy for her, and I know I still have a lot of time left for me. It is just hard sometimes. Let's, umm, get back to the party though. I don't want everyone to start talking and thinking I'm losing it."

  "No one is talking. People are just glad to see you. Stop stressing. I promise, no one is looking at you like something is wrong with you." Warren took her hand and led her back toward the cookout.

  With most of the food finished, everyone was starting to sit down to eat. Leslie went through the line next to Warren, getting a little bit of everything. Not enough to fill her up, but enough for her to get a taste of everything. Taking a seat, she was starting to eat when Charles Grossman stood up and called for everyone's attention.

  "I would like to get everyone's attention, please. It has been a hard couple of years here at SkyFinn Marketing, with many changes. Through it all, you have all remained loyal and hardworking. It is what Gregory would have wanted. It is also what Adam would have liked to see. The Finn family has worked hard in the community, building up our town and making us stronger. They have given us a place not only to work but to depend on. It was important to Gregory and Adam to make all of us more like a family, and I have no doubt the tradition will continue. I would like to announce, along with the other members of the board, that the family legacy will be passed on. Warren Finn is taking over as the company head. I am excited to say he has shown great dedication and determination in the face of tragedy. Warren, I'm proud of you and proud to work for you. Your father and brother were an honor to work with, and you are no less an honor."

  Everyone burst into a round of applause, and Warren stood to nod and bow to everyone. There was a hint of pink in his cheeks, showing he was a bit embarrassed. Winking at Leslie, he then walked up to shake Mr. Grossman's hand. "I don't really know what to say. This company was all I have ever known. My father was proud of it, more so than anything else he ever did in his life. That and family were the things he talked about most. It was important to him, and it is important to me. I want to do my best to help all of us grow and become better. I know I'm not the man my father was, but I hope, more than anything, to be the right man for the job."

  Again everyone cheered and Leslie beamed. When Warren got back to her, she gave him a huge hug. "I am so happy for you. You really deserve this."

  "I couldn't have done it without you. You were the one who believed in me. No one, not even Adam wanted to give me a chance, but you. You were the one that really thought I could do it. Hell, I think you believed in me more than I believed in myself," Warren whispered, his eyes lighting up with his happiness.

  "You just needed something worth fighting for. You needed responsibility and trust. I didn't make you do it; I just gave you the push you needed." Leslie blushed, not wanting to take credit for all the hard work Warren had put into the company.

  "You pushed me all right, but that is neither here nor there. Thank you, though. Thank you for pushing me and believing in me," Warren finished, reaching over and brushing a stray hair from her face. "Look, let's get out of here soon. I'm too excited to just hang around. I think it will be nice to just get out and do something crazy. Think you might be in the mood for something a little off the straight and narrow?"

  Leslie cocked her head to the side, a curious gleam entering her eyes. "What do you mean?"

  "Honey, my brother was good to you, there is no denying that, but he was also a bit of a stick in the mud. You deserve to let your hair down and be wild. Besides, no matter how much of a good boy I'm trying to be so I can work hard here, I'm still a bad boy at heart. I just want you to join in on it. Come on. Just for a while, come with me and be free." The temptation in his voice was electric and sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn't really sure what it was he wanted to do, but she was a bit thrilled to see what he had in store for her.

  "All right, we can go do something wild. I'm sure you will show me what it is your eyes are hinting at." Leslie giggled a bit and pushed up from the table.

  The two of them threw away their paper plates and slipped from the party. They had made their mandatory appearance at the cookout, and now they were off to do something spontaneous. Leslie could feel her heart racing with anticipation. When she got into Warren's car, he quickly put it in gear and raced out of the parking lot. Breathing hard, she watched him maneuver in and out of traffic toward his house. She was a bit confused why they would be heading there, but she didn't ask.

  "All right, I want you to change into some jeans and something comfortable. With how pretty you look in your little sundress, I need
you in something a bit more durable. I think I have some clothes here that will fit you. Some of my mom's old things or something. Anyway, get dressed and we will head out," Warren instructed, leading her up to the front door.

  He led her into a guest room and pulled out a box filled with clothes. Adam's mother had been shorter than her but slender enough that her clothes would fit comfortably. It only took her a moment to get ready, and when she got back to the front door, Warren was waiting for her in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. There was a set of keys dangling from his hand and a helmet resting under his arm. "They fit good enough, a little short, but good enough."

  "What's that?" she asked, pointing at the helmet.

  "This is part of our wild ride. Come on, time for you to get some real wind in your hair." He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her out to the garage. There he swung his leg over a large Harley and patted the seat behind him.

  "I've never been on a motorcycle before," she said reluctantly.

  "First time for everything. Come on; let me give you a ride. We can hit the back roads and just let loose." His words sounded far more wicked than they should, and she shivered moving toward him.

  "What if I fall?" she asked, moving in close but not getting on the bike.

  "Don't worry, baby, I'll make sure that doesn't happen. Tonight, I'm not Mr. Responsibility, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you down." His look was hard, determined, and she held her breath as she climbed in behind him. "Hold on tight though, you are going to need to. I don't plan on driving all calm and easy with you. I plan on giving you a ride you will always remember.

  He slammed down on the bike starting it and making the engine roar to life as she slid in tight to him. Her arms clung to his body, and she gasped as he took off down the road. Before long, they were following a stretch of road just off the beach with no one around them. It was beautiful and exhilarating with the sun setting just off the horizon. Warren drove like a mad man, but a mad man in perfect control, making the world around him chaotic while he was perfectly calm. Without thought, Leslie howled out into the evening, releasing the rest of the tension from the day.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The motorcycle ride was more than exhilarating, and by the time they pulled over, Leslie felt like she was flying. Her heart still pounded hard in her chest as Warren turned the bike off and leaned back against her. She could feel his heart too and his breath pounding out of him. The night had taken the sky, leaving it dark and speckled with stars, and a light breeze blew across their sweaty skin, making her shiver. It was a freeing sensation to have ridden with him, and it made her feel more alive than anything in a long time.

  "Warren ... that is insane! I can't believe how good it feels!" Leslie sighed, keeping her arms wrapped around where he leaned against her. It was strangely comfortable to have him pressed against her like that.

  "We all need a little bit of insanity in our lives. Thank you for joining me," Warren moaned then turned enough to face her. He reached up and pulled the helmet from her head, letting her hair fall about her in a haphazard mess.

  "Maybe so. I have never done anything like this before," she whispered, licking her lips.

  Warren reached up and cupped her face, using his thumb to stroke her cheek. He looked deeply into her eyes, and fire filled his quickly. It had her breath catching in her lungs. "You are so beautiful. I know it scares you how you feel about me, but I also know you still feel that way. I don't want to hurt you, Leslie. I honestly want to make you happy."

  She moved in closer to him, wrapping her arms even tighter around him. "I know. It's just ... I feel like I am hurting him by feeling this way."

  "You can't hurt him. He would want you happy, and he wanted me to take care of you if anything ever happened. Please trust me on this. You are allowed to be happy." Warren's voice was heavy with desire and passion. Leslie could feel exactly what he was feeling, and it made her body tighten with desire.

  Warren's kiss quickly escalated as his hands sank deep into her hair, pulling tightly and holding her to him. The way he kissed her, it was like he was trying to devour her. She had never known such need and desire before. Adam had always been an amazing lover, but he had never had such an overwhelming flame. Not like Warren did. He seemed to be filled with fire.

  He reached and pulled her into his lap, never breaking the kiss. He pulled her tightly to him and she could feel the way his body reacted to her. It was thrilling and had her wishing they were somewhere more private.

  Warren took her hand walking her off to the beach and leaving his bike in a parking spot. She was shaking as she tried to keep up behind him, knowing he wanted to take her somewhere more secluded. They found themselves between two sand dunes; he had her pressed up against the rocks and sand with his mouth working hard against hers. She loved the way he kissed her and how he almost always had this fiery passion that seemed to know no boundaries. It was a rush beyond anything she had ever known, and she found, slowly, she was no longer seeing Adam. Warren was becoming his own person to her, a person she could willingly love and care for. It didn't matter that he was Adam's brother. Their past relationship had no bearing on how things were now. Warren was right, Adam was gone and he would want her happy.

  Wrapping herself around him, she kissed him back with just as much fervor and intensity. Her hands moved behind him, pulling at his shirt so she could feel the warmth of his flesh. It was incredible the way his skin felt, and she couldn't get enough of it.

  He growled into her kiss as he lifted her legs to wrap around him. Her arms flung around his neck, holding him close to her so she wouldn't fall. Not that she thought she would with how firmly he was pressed against her. His lips moved down her neck, kissing and nibbling.

  Leslie wasn't usually one for sex on the beach, unless it came in a glass, but something about how Warren was treating her had her body on fire. Wetness built between her thighs as she ground her still clothed body against his growing hardness. He moaned deeply and thrust into her as well, adding to the sensation and making her head spin.

  "Oh, you are so beautiful. I could never get enough of you," he whispered as he set her back down so he could start working on opening her pants. He was swift to pull the button free and wiggle the zipper down. His fingers sank right in, sliding over her wetness and massaging into her sensitive flesh. "Feels like someone is hungry for me too. Leslie, I need you. I can't wait to have you again."

  Her clothes were ripped free of her body, falling in a heap on the ground at their feet. The cool wind from the ocean made her nipples harden even more than his attention had, and the ache had her arching and crying out for more. He gifted her with relief by kissing and sucking on one then the other, taking turns showing each one equal attention as his fingers continued to work deep inside of her. With every move he made, her hips rocked against him, desperate for more than the tender touches he was giving her.

  Reaching between them, she pulled open his pants and slid them down just enough so his cock was free. Her hand clasped around it, and she began to pump up and down, wanting him to feel the pleasure he was giving her. He rewarded her with groans and growls. Two fingers sank deep into her, and she jumped before her body began to tense.

  "That's it, I love feeling your body respond to me." He moaned in her ear as his fingers pushed hard and fast in and out of her body.

  Tighter and tighter her body grew, and then he was lifting her up and pressing her against the sand and stone again. Her hands were forced to move around to his back once more as he shoved himself to the hilt into her body. Warren wasted no time thrusting hard and fast, making sure to hit that spot inside of her she loved so much. It had her hips rocking hard against him, trying to meet him stroke for stroke. Each pounding of their bodies together sent a shockwave of pleasure through her.

  "Oh fuck! How do you do this to me?" she screamed out, feeling her body getting to the brink of her orgasm. He seemed to know he had her there too, because the moment she th
ought she would go over that edge, he pulled back.

  Her feet fell to the cool sand as he spun her around. With her hands smacking against the stone, she felt him grip tight to her hips, pulling her back so she was at an arching angle. Again he slammed into her, fucking her with ferocity. Her moans turned to screams of passion as each thrust rebuilt that tense coil inside of her. She knew she was on the edge, so close, yet he wouldn't give her that last little bit she needed in order to spill over the edge. He liked to keep her waiting, keep her begging for him to give her what she truly wanted.

  His fingers clenched in tight, pulling her into him, making each impact harder and deeper. She swore he was trying to fuck through her body, and that made her tense even more.

  "I swear, you get tighter with every move I make. I'm not going to be able to fuck you if this keeps up," he groaned, forcing his hardness into her.

  "Oh fuck! You have me so close!" she screamed, slamming herself into him, wanting him so badly to finish what he had started.

  "You're close, huh? I like you being close. I like that you need me to take you and push you over the edge. You need me to fuck you until you can't stand." His voice was so commanding, sending chills down her spine.

  "Yes, I need you. Oh fuck! FUCK!" Her body squeezed tightly, clamping down on him so he knew just how much she needed him to finish her off.

  "Oh yes, you are going to be mine. Now come for me!" he demanded.

  Leslie lost it in that moment. Her body crashed into a tempest of orgasm as wild as the waves in the ocean behind them. The world disappeared from view, and all she could do was feel the ecstasy he was giving her. His name screamed out from her lips, and she felt him grip around her body to keep her from falling just as he slammed into her one last time releasing deep into her body. The feel of his orgasm only intensified hers. She pressed against him, letting him use her body for his full release.