Kisses and Revenge

by Riser, Cherron

  "I wasn't trying to say that. I am trying to say I am lonely, and you are gone a lot. It is difficult for me when you are away so much. It is lonely in this house, and it isn't even my house," Leslie argued, feeling as if she had no idea how to express herself. "I need something in my life other than being your little housewife. Even with Adam, I had friends and things to do. Adam always had me planning projects for him and other stuff like that. Lately all I do is get up, clean, and then wait around for you to get home. That is no kind of life."

  "What do you want me to do, Leslie? I'm still getting my feet wet with all of this. It isn't like I am planning those big parties and fundraisers Adam did. I'm not Adam and never will be. I want you to love me for me, not because I'm the closest thing you can get." There was pain, fear, and anger mixed in his voice, and Leslie was startled by how much emotion Warren was capable of showing. She obviously wasn't expressing herself very well. Everything she said was hurting his feelings, and that was not her intention. She simply wanted to get out of the house and have purpose in her life, not make him feel like second best.

  "Warren, you aren't second best. I love you for you. I have always loved you for who you are. It is why I worked so hard to get your brother to see how helpful you could be. I would never want you to be anyone else. Look, I'm sorry, I'm not expressing myself right. I'm not getting out what I'm trying to say. I love you, and I want to be with you. I just also want something to do during the ten to twelve hours you are at work. I want something more than sitting around cooking, cleaning, and thinking about the past. Doesn't that make sense?" Leslie pleaded, wishing so badly she knew better how to express herself.

  Warren stood there for several seconds, taking deep breaths as if trying to figure out how best to express himself. She could tell what she was saying to him was hitting him hard, and it made her feel worse. Turning from him, she walked over to the couch and sat down. Her hands folded between her knees, and she waited to see what he would say. "I understand. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it so personal. It is just, I wish I could help more and I can't. I'm not used to not being able to help."

  There was a lot of frustration in Warren's voice, and Leslie could see the tension building in his shoulders as he made his way over to her. When he took a seat next to her, he reached over once more and began to stroke her face. As much as she didn't want to just fall into his arms, it was hard for her not to. He had put his heart out there. How could she just turn her back on him now? Rubbing her face against his hand, she moaned softly as his thumb lightly brushed against her cheek bone.

  "You do so much for me. I'm sorry, Warren. I will try to find something to do with my time. I shouldn't put that sort of pressure on you." Leslie leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. His body shuddered as he let go of all the fear inside of him. She hadn't realized it had made him so tense, and when he relaxed, she did as well. Their kiss was sweet and slow as he pulled her closer to him. She loved these few moments of tenderness, because they did not happen often between the two of them. Warren cared about her, but he was very primal when it came to loving her.

  Slowly she moved onto his lap, letting the kiss grow deeper as her hands moved to sink deep into his silky, black hair. His hands moved behind her, sliding up and down her back until they finally just took a firm hold of her ass. She moaned into the kiss, her hips beginning to rock against his as the kiss grew more and more intense. His fingers dug into her rear, massaging and rubbing, pushing her tighter to him. She could feel his body harden below her, and it made her smile. Usually he was the one starting everything. Today, she wanted to be the wild one. He loved her, and now she wanted to wash away all of her dark thoughts.

  Pulling back from the kiss, she started to unbutton his dress shirt. She laughed at the look he gave her. "Is my lovely lady feeling a little frisky this afternoon? Maybe you just needed me to come home to get some of your frustration out."

  Warren was growling as Leslie pulled his shirt from him then reached for his pants. She worked franticly to get him free, shoving and shifting until his cock was standing tall and proud between them. Leaning in, she bit and nibbled on his neck, teasing him with her tongue as her hands pumped at him. She moaned just from the taste of him, loving how good he felt beneath her. Usually he was the one acting like this. It was strange to be making all the moves and doing all the work, but she loved it all the same.

  "Why do you always do this to me? I was so upset, and now I feel like I'm in a frenzy," Leslie breathed, standing up long enough to pull her pants off. She climbed back onto his lap, her bare legs resting on either side of him. Again he took hold of her ass, firmly massaging it as their lips crashed together for a deep, long kiss.

  Instead of lifting her and moving things along, Warren let her have her way with him. She explored him and kissed him, taking a break to toss her shirt away. Only when she felt she had kissed and licked every inch of him and couldn't wait any longer did she lift her body and impale herself on him. He let out a deep sound of pleasure as his arms wrapped tighter around her. Her head fell forward, resting on the curve of his neck as she began to rock and bounce on his lap.

  "Baby, you love me. You love being with me. I love being with you. Fuck, you feel amazing when I'm deep inside of you. You do this because you love it. Now fuck me and stop stressing about everything else," Warren growled, thrusting up into her so they would impact each other with every thrust.

  Harder, faster, and much more wildly she rode him, kissing him and sucking on the length of his neck as she did. He continued to let her have her way, let her take her aggression and frustration out on his body, and when she exploded in ecstasy, he held her tight to keep her arching back from making her fall to the floor. Tossing her down on the couch below him, he thrust frantically into her body. It didn't take long before he made her come again, and he slammed in deep, releasing deep into her body. He shook and writhed right along with her before they collapsed together in satisfaction.

  Softly he stroked the side of her face, petting her hair and kissing her gently. Looking down the length of them, she saw he still had his pants halfway on, and the sight made her giggle. "You have no idea how ridiculous you look right now."

  "I rather look ridiculous and you feel better than look good and you be miserable. So, I'm glad to see you smile." Warren gave her another sweet kiss before moving so he wasn't crushing her.

  "Well, you succeeded in that. Look, I'm sorry I have been so down lately. I will figure something out. It is just, well, there have been a lot of changes in my life, and I'm still trying to catch up to them all. I do love you, and I don't ever want you to think otherwise." Giving him another kiss, Leslie went about collecting her clothes so she could get showered and dressed. "Oh, and if you are taking the rest of the day off, I think we could have another round."

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Warren did what he could to adjust his schedule so he could be home more, but it was difficult. Leslie decided it was time for her to do something more with herself. Figuring getting out of the house would uplift her mood, Leslie called around and found a shelter she could volunteer at. For her, it was about having time with other people and feeling like she was doing something which held some sort of meaning.

  Once she had seen Warren off to work, she headed for the shelter. It was a women's shelter, which specialized in helping battered and abused women get back on their feet after leaving abusive partners. Leslie was excited to be able to work with these women and help give them hope. Her main job would be giving women vouchers for clothing from the thrift store and handing out food. Walking into the door, she was greeted by Margret Stevens, the head of the shelter. The woman was in her mid-forites but didn't seem to show her age. She kept her hair dyed a honey blonde color, and it was apparent she took care of herself by the lack of wrinkles on her face. She was tall and shapeless wearing a pair of slacks and a nice blouse.

  "You must be Leslie Finn. I am so happy to meet you. Thank you for offering to help
us out. We could use all the help we can get." Margret gave her a firm handshake. Leslie always liked people who used good handshakes.

  "I'm glad to be here. I have been spending far too much time at home and could really use getting around other people. My fiancé spends so much time working. He can't spend all his time entertaining me." Leslie giggled a bit as Margret started to walk her through the shelter.

  Margret showed her around the entire building. There were several rooms for the women to stay in. In the center of the building was a large cafeteria with a kitchen off to the side. Some of the other volunteers were serving lunch to the ladies who resided there. Leslie smiled as they walked through, but her stomach started to grumble from the smell of the food. Having to stop for a moment, she took slow breaths to keep from getting sick. She had felt that way before coming to the shelter, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was coming down with something.

  Patting her back, Margret did her best to make sure she was okay before she took her into a small office. "Are you okay? This is going to be your office. Whenever a woman comes in, you will have them fill out this form and then input the information into the computer. From there you can give them one voucher. If they are going to be staying, they will then need to be sent to my office so I can do lodging in processing. The program is pretty easy to use. Would you like to try to do one now and make sure you know what you are doing?"

  "Yeah, I'm all right. Just something hit me wrong is all? I will be fine, and yes, that would be great." Leslie sat down at the computer, and Margret went over how to log in and enter all the information. As Margret had said, the program was fairly simple to use. "Yeah, I think I will be able to get this. Thank you for this."

  "Well then, I am going to let you get settled. If you need anything from me, pick up the phone and click the number four button. That will call directly to my office. We are glad to have you here. There is always a need for more volunteers around here." Margret patted Leslie's shoulder before she left the room, leaving it to Leslie.

  Looking around, Leslie smiled thinking she could bring in a few photos or little things to make it a bit homier, a bit more hers. She liked the idea of having an office. Pulling out her phone, she sent Warren a text to let him know she was okay and getting started at the shelter. One of the things she had promised Warren was she would check in with him and be home in time to have dinner with him. Margret had understood that and made sure to plan her schedule accordingly.

  Taking a few moments, Leslie got the office organized better to how she would perform her work. Then she sat down and set up her computer. It wasn't as nice as her computer at home, but she didn't expect the shelter to have the most up-to-date equipment. Warren messaged her back to let her know he was proud of her and happy she enjoyed the place. Leslie only hoped it would last.

  Within the first hour of her being there, her first charge came in. Melinda Garrett came through the door with her jacket pulled tight around her and her face bruised and bloody. A small boy clung to her leg, also afraid. It broke Leslie's heart to see them, and she swore she would do all she could to help them.

  "I'm sorry you are having to go through this, but we are going to do all we can to help you. Now, I am going to have to get some information and then, if you like, we can get you cleaned up and something to eat," Leslie explained, pulling out the forms Margret had told her to use.

  Melinda reached out with a shaking hand, grabbing the pen and paper so she could start filling it out. Leslie couldn't help but notice how badly the writing was from Melinda's anxiety, so Leslie got up and moved around the desk to sit closer to her. "Here, let me help you with that. I know you are going through a lot."

  Melinda looked over to her, her smile trying to break through the swelling on her upper lip. It was hard to believe anyone could do this to another person, but Leslie had learned over the last year the world was much crueler than she had ever thought. Taking the pen from Melinda, she asked her the questions and wrote down the answers, giving Melinda time to think things through and answer. When the form was completed, Melinda signed it and Leslie started putting the information into the computer.

  Once finished, she sent her to Margret for information on housing. As difficult as it was for Leslie to see a woman treated so harshly, it also made her feel good to know she was helping.

  Feeling hungry, Leslie went to get some food, but as soon as the scent hit her, she felt that strong nausea once again. Rushing to the bathroom, she barely made it before she began throwing up into the toilet. What was wrong with her? Washing her face and rinsing out her mouth, she took a few moments to breathe and think. Then it hit her. Her eyes grew wide, and her hand instantly went to rest on her stomach. Could it be?

  Heading for Margret's office, she poked her head in the door. She hated to be this way on her first day, but there was no way she would be able to get through the rest of the day without knowing. "I'm sorry to bother you. I was just sick in the bathroom. I think it might be best I try another day. I hope that is all right."

  "Oh my, yes, please. Go take care of yourself. We will be here." Margret gave her a warm smile and motioned for her to take her leave.

  Going back to her own office for a moment, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

  ***

  With a quick stop at the drugstore, Leslie found herself rushing into the house with pregnancy test in hand. Her heart pounded away in her chest, making her breath heavy. She hadn't bothered to message Warren about it, deciding it best to wait until she knew the results of the test. Slamming the bathroom door closed, she tore into the test and took off her clothes at the same time. All she had wanted for years was to have a child, and while she wasn't in the best position in her life, the idea of having a baby was still very exciting for her.

  The test seemed to take forever to manifest results, but slowly the word "pregnant" showed up on the little window. For a moment, Leslie's whole world stopped. Fear and happiness consumed her all at once, and tears of joy filled her eyes. Digging through her purse, she grabbed her phone and quickly sent Warren a text. Not wanting to tell him over the phone, she simply told him she wanted him to come home as soon as he could.

  With the text sent, she then showered and got into comfortable clothes. Her stomach growled again, and she knew she had to find a way to eat something. Maybe some soup and toast would be all right. Digging through the cabinet, she found some vegetable soup and hoped it would be bland enough to stay down. While the soup heated, she toasted bread and buttered it lightly. Last, she got herself some club soda to help with her rumbling tummy.

  Just as she sat down to eat, Warren came rushing through the door. The look of worry and fear on his face was priceless, and Leslie nearly laughed wanting to take a picture of it. Standing up, she went over to him, and his arms quickly surrounded her, pulling her close. "What is wrong? Why did you leave work early?"

  "Calm down. I'm okay, but I have something important I need to talk to you about." Leslie led Warren over to the table and had him sit down. Once he was settled, she pulled out the pregnancy test stick. Warren's eyes grew wide, and his hand slowly reached out to take the small plastic test.

  "Is this real?" His breath came out short and quiet.

  "I'm afraid so. It looks like you are going to be a daddy," Leslie answered, a huge grin breaking out on her face.

  For several seconds, Warren sat there, unmoving, barely breathing. Leslie was sure he was going to be angry with her now that she had seen his reaction, but suddenly he jumped up and engulfed her in a tight hug. "I can't believe this. We are going to have a baby! I don't think anything in my life would make me happier. Please say you are happy about this."

  "I don't think anything would make me happier. You know I have wanted a baby for a long time. Now I am going to have one. You are happy about this?" Leslie had to be sure. It was important to her that he was on board.

  "Of course, I am. I've already asked you to marry me." He stopped talking suddenly, an
d his cheeks turned a little red. "Of course, I still need to work on getting that ring for you."

  Leslie squealed with happiness, but her sound was cut short when Warren kissed her hard. His arms were like a vice grip around her, holding her as if wanting to keep her safe. The kiss stole her breath and made her chest tighten. Then other things began to tighten in her. Their kiss grew, and the taste of him had her moaning deeply. Slowly she ran her hands up his back, gripping into his hair with all she had. Warren took this for the invitation it was, and he cupped her ass and pressed his hardness against her, letting her know just how much he wanted her.

  The more they kissed, the more heated her body got. Her food forgotten, the two of them shuffled down the hall, kissing and banging into the walls as they went. Once they stumbled into the frame of the door, and Leslie was sure it would cause her back to bruise. Not that she really cared. In that moment, all she wanted was to be with her man, the father of her child, her soon-to-be husband.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  For the next week, Leslie and Warren lived in a state of pure happiness. Every night he came home and made love to her so vigorously that she fell into a deep, content sleep. It had made her mornings more enjoyable and had her far more relaxed. After finding out about the baby, he took her to a nice restaurant and asked her to marry him in a more proper way. Of course, her morning sickness, which was more like all-day sickness, made the date a little strange. They had managed to get through it, though, and the ring he had gotten her had been stunning.

  Waking up the following Monday, Leslie smiled seeing the shining diamond on her finger. Warren had already gotten up for the day, and when Leslie rolled over, she saw a small plate of saltine crackers next to the bed. It made Leslie so happy to see how sweet Warren was being over her pregnancy. Since finding out, he doted on her endlessly. She was sure by the end of this, she would be spoiled.