Betrayal: Kyle's Revenge (The Betrayal Series) Page 7

  Kyle remembered there was a handgun that belonged to his father locked up in a safe downstairs. Kyle knew the combination to the safe because his mother had given it to him when his father died. Kyle knew how to use that gun. His father used to take him hunting and taught him to handle firearms. Kyle thought about taking that gun and using it to kill the son of a bitch who was screwing his girlfriend.

  But as the day went on, Kyle gave up on his gruesome fantasy. Even though the thought of killing Abby’s lover made him feel good inside, deep down Kyle knew he couldn’t go through with it. He was angry at the asshole, but he was not a killer.

  Kyle removed the murderous thoughts from his mind and continued the surveillance of Abby’s phone. He wasn’t going to kill the son of a bitch. But he knew one thing for sure: He was going to crush that guy’s face to dust once he figured out who he was, even if it landed him behind bars.

  As for Abby, Kyle hadn’t thought about how he was going to punish her. All he knew was that he was going to make her suffer as much as he had. The only thing he was certain of was that after he was done with her, she was going to regret the day she decided to humiliate him and betray his trust.

  Kyle kept hitting refresh on his browser until he saw the location of Abby’s phone start to change. Kyle watched Abby leave work earlier than usual and stop at a couple of places before going home. Kyle was disappointed when he pulled the satellite images of the two places Abby visited and saw they were just clothing stores. He cursed under his breath. He was desperate for a clue, any clue as to who the guy was. He couldn’t wait to get back to New York to find out.

  Just a few more hours.

  Kyle kept tracking Abby’s phone while snacking on junk food he found in his mother’s fridge. He had the whole house to himself that evening. Everyone in the house had decided to go out to dinner. Kyle refused to join them, claiming he didn’t feel well. He felt fine in spite of the beating he had taken the night before. He just wanted to stay home so he could spy on his deceitful girlfriend some more.

  Kyle spent hours hitting refresh on his browser but saw no change in the location of the green dot on the screen. It looked like Abby wasn’t going to leave her apartment again after she got home from shopping.

  Just when Kyle thought Abby was going to spend the rest of the night home, he saw the location of the green dot start to change again. Abby was traveling uptown. After a few minutes, the green dot was back at the midtown address from the previous night.

  “Fucking whore,” Kyle muttered to himself, and his body started shaking with rage.

  ****

  Late that night, Brianna got a call from her doorman telling her she had a visitor. She instructed him to let her guest come upstairs. Brianna had just gotten home from rehearsals for Chicago. She anticipated she was going to be too exhausted to cook or go out that night. So she planned a relaxing, casual evening for her and Abby. They were going to order pizza, watch some TV and just chill.

  After getting home that night, Brianna showered and slipped on her favorite pajama bottoms and a worn-out Beatles t-shirt. She was surfing through her Pay-Per-View guide on her large flat screen TV when Abby knocked on her door. Excited to spend the night cuddling on the couch with the woman who had stolen her heart, Brianna rushed to the door to let Abby in.

  “Can I help you?” Brianna asked when she flung the door open. She scanned the person on the other side of the door from head to toe with a raised eyebrow. She barely recognized the woman standing in front of her. The woman looked a lot like Abby, but it couldn’t possibly be her. The woman at the door had a black leather skirt on, a sheer halter top with a plunging neckline and knee high stiletto boots on her feet. The woman’s hair was big, way too big. Abby had bangs. This woman didn’t. Abby barely wore any makeup. This woman had an excessive amount of eyeliner and mascara around her eyes, and her red lipstick was blinding Brianna.

  Abby grinned at Brianna and didn’t wait to get invited inside. She slowly strutted in with an air of confidence and self-assurance she had never displayed before.

  Brianna took a few steps back and kept staring at Abby from head to toe with her eyebrows knitted together. She couldn’t get over the dramatic transformation. “What’s all this? What’s going on?” she asked, pointing at Abby’s outfit.

  Without saying a word and with a predatory gleam in her eye, Abby lunged at Brianna, wrapping her hands around Brianna’s waist and crushing Brianna’s lips with an intense, soul-stirring kiss.

  “What’s gotten into you?” Brianna asked after Abby set her lips free. She took a step back and tried to catch her breath. She had Abby’s red lipstick smeared all around her lips. “And what’s with the outfit?”

  “Do you like it?” Abby asked, looking down and running her hands down her halter top and skirt.

  “It’s umm…different,” Brianna replied, trying to be polite. She hated it, but grinned to hide her displeasure. She hated the outfit, but she loved Abby’s new attitude. She loved the confidence in her walk, the fire in her lips and the wicked gleam in her eyes when she stormed through the door. Brianna thought it was extremely hot.

  Like a lion in the jungle that had just spotted her prey, Abby lunged at Brianna once more. She was not there to chit chat, eat pizza, and take it easy. She had other things in mind. She wrapped her arms around Brianna’s waist, and they staggered to the bedroom with their lips in a tight lock.

  In the bedroom, the two lovers tumbled on Brianna’s large bed-Abby on top of Brianna. By then, the intensity of their kiss had grown to unprecedented levels.

  With insatiable lust coursing through every fiber of her being, Brianna reached for the hem of Abby’s halter top and tried to pull it over Abby’s head. She was loving the new, confident, assertive, passionate Abby. She no longer felt tired or in the mood for a quiet night in. All she wanted was to get her hands on the delectable little body hidden underneath the slutty outfit.

  When Abby realized what Brianna was trying to do, she broke the kiss and reached behind her back to grip Brianna’s wrists.

  “No,” Abby snapped, the tone of her voice strong but sensual. The bossiness in Abby’s voice and the mischievous grin on her lips made Brianna’s toes curled.

  “Today is not about me. Today is all about you,” Abby cooed before raising up and kneeling between Brianna’s legs.

  Brianna let out a delighted squeal when Abby curled her arms behind her back, and with a forceful but gentle tug, pulled her up and into a warm embrace.

  With their arms around each other, their lips fused once more, breaking up briefly just so Abby could pull Brianna’s t-shirt over her head.

  Abby tossed the t-shirt to the floor and brought her hands to cradle Brianna’s face. Abby could hear her own heart beating in her ears. She was almost shaking from the desire, the adrenaline, and a good dose of alcohol coursing through her blood stream.

  Prior to leaving her apartment, Abby had downed a couple of glasses of wine to prepare herself for the evening. The daring outfit she had chosen for the occasion gave her confidence, but not enough courage to do the things she was going to do to Brianna that night. So she drank a bit, and it worked magnificently.

  Abby broke the kiss and stared at Brianna’s pretty ocean blue eyes, getting lost in them. She bit her lip as she gazed adoringly at the fascinating girl who had turned her world upside down in a matter of days. There was something she wanted to say to the stunningly beautiful woman but couldn’t find the courage to do so. What she wanted to say was so monumental, all the alcohol in the world couldn’t give her the self-assurance she needed to spit out the words.

  So she kept the life changing, terrifying words hidden behind her pursed lips and saved them for another time or another day. Instead of using her lips to express what was in her heart, Abby used them to explore the inside of Brianna’s mouth once more.

  Brianna closed her eyes and let Abby’s lips memorize every corner of her mouth. She felt as if she was being transported to another galaxy
every time she felt Abby’s soft lips brush against hers. It didn’t matter what type of kiss they shared: frantic ones, hungry ones, subdued ones, sweet ones. They were all spectacular and always left Brianna craving for more.

  After breaking the kiss, Abby pushed Brianna down on the bed and fell on top of her. Her hands went to work immediately, gliding, squeezing and stroking every curve of Brianna’s spectacular body. Abby’s lips did not remain idle. They too went on a little exploration of their own.

  Brianna writhed her body like a snake when she felt Abby’s hot breath and moist lips closing around her taut nipple. Her breath came out in halting pants as she watched Abby swirl her tongue over her rosy nipple. She was still amazed at how skilled Abby was at that. “Oh yeah! I love it when you do that Abby,” Brianna purred.

  With Brianna’s nipple still inside her mouth, Abby grinned, amused that Brianna had no idea what was going to happen to her next. Abby had spent most of that day learning how to orally please a woman. After getting home from shopping that day, she had spent several hours at home watching videos, lots of videos, and reading a few books on it.

  What Abby learned from those books and videos left her speechless and overwhelmed. She had no idea how much work was involved in bringing a woman to orgasm, but she was up for the challenge. By the time she left her apartment to come see Brianna, Abby felt she had learned what she needed. She was ready.

  After feasting on Brianna’s generous breasts, Abby sat on her heels and reached for the waistband of Brianna’s pajama shorts. She curled her index fingers inside the elastic waistband and began to slowly pull the striped shorts down Brianna’s thighs and calves.

  Brianna just watched with fascination as Abby stripped another piece of clothing off her. Her heart thumped faster and faster in anticipation of what Abby would do next. She liked where things were going.

  Once the pajama shorts were completely off, Abby leaned down and closed her teeth around the right string of Brianna’s thong. With a shameless grin stretching her face, Abby began to tug at the narrow string of fabric to get it to slide down Brianna’s thigh. The move made Brianna squeal and giggle with delight. After getting Brianna’s thong off, using nothing but her teeth, Abby rolled off Brianna.

  Lying on her side and holding her head up with her hand, Abby took a second to admire the beauty that was Brianna’s naked body lying next to her. When Abby’s eyes returned to Brianna’s face, Brianna was staring intently at her.

  Brianna’s body shivered with anticipation. She couldn’t read Abby’s face, but something told her wonderful things were going to happen that night. She held her breath and waited.

  Without taking her eyes off Brianna’s, Abby dragged the pads of her fingers down Brianna’s belly until they found Brianna’s dripping folds. A cold sweat ran down her spine when she made contact with the moist, tender flesh. She was still getting used to the feel of Brianna’s delicate flesh in her fingers. Abby held three fingers together and began to draw circles with them over Brianna’s opening. She alternated between moving her fingers in circles and moving them from side to side, just like she had learned from the many videos she watched that day.

  Brianna’s response was immediate. She moaned and rolled her hips. The faster Abby’s fingers moved, the more labored Brianna’s breathing became, and the faster she rolled her hips.

  When Abby sensed she had brought Brianna to the edge, she sat up and went to kneel between her legs. Giving a flustered Brianna another devilish grin, Abby dove between Brianna’s thighs. She wrapped her arms around Brianna’s thighs and went on to put into practice every trick and move she had learned from the books and the videos she had studied that day.

  The chorus of genuine moans and screams that flew out of Brianna’s mouth told Abby she was doing everything exactly right. Abby grinned against Brianna’s folds when Brianna started to scream her name. Hearing her shout her name, feeling her hips roll and thrust against her mouth made her blind with desire of her own. She was painfully aware of the lust throbbing and dripping between her own thighs. But she chose to ignore it. That night was not about her. That night was about Brianna and no one else.

  After bringing Brianna to multiple, brain cell shattering orgasms, and after many pleads from Brianna for her to stop, Abby crawled up. She lied on top of Brianna while her lips curled into a self-satisfied grin. The evidence of Brianna’s pleasure was still glistening around her lips and chin.

  “So, how did you like that?” Abby grinned, basking in Brianna’s post-orgasm glow. She was beaming with pride. Abby already knew the answer to that question, but she still wanted to hear it from Brianna’s lips.

  “Oh my God, Abby,” Brianna slurred, still gasping for air. “What the hell was that? How did you…? When did you…?”

  Abby giggled and held her lower lip between her teeth. “I googled a few things,” she confessed before burying her face in Brianna’s chest and giggling some more. Abby felt proud of what she had done but couldn’t help feeling a little bashful about it.

  Brianna chuckled at all the adorableness in front of her. The sweet girl she had fallen in love with was still there under all that hair and makeup. She cradled Abby’s face to get her to look up. “Oh honey! Don’t be embarrassed. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. What you did was beautiful, perfect, amazing. It blew my mind. I had been secretly fantasizing about you doing those things to me. And I have to tell you, you surpassed all of my expectations.”

  After crushing Brianna’s lips with hers once more, Abby rolled off her to give Brianna a chance to regain her senses and strength. Abby lied on her back, still in her hooker outfit, and stared up at the ceiling. Curling her hands behind her head, she mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done.

  After catching her breath, Brianna rolled over to lie on top of Abby. “Okay lady. I need to know. What’s with the outfit?”

  “You don’t like it? Why did you tell me you did?”

  “Well… It is a hot outfit, but it isn’t you.”

  “That’s exactly why I bought it.”

  Brianna shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

  “I thought you’d like me more if I dressed like this.”

  “What made you think that?”

  Abby sighed and reached to brush Brianna’s hair away from her face. “I wanted you to see me as a grown woman. I didn’t want you to see me and treat me as a sweet, little girl anymore.”

  “But I don’t see or treat you as a little girl.”

  “Yes, you do,” Abby snapped, unable to hide her frustration. “All my life I’ve been condescended to. Everyone wants to protect me and take care of me no matter how hard I try to show them that I can take care of myself. You do it too Brianna.”

  Brianna’s eyes widened. “I do? I’m so sorry Abby. It was never my intention to be condescending or patronizing. I don’t see you as a little girl who needs protection. You’re sweet, but you’re not weak. Some people may mistake your kindness for weakness, but I’m not one of them.”

  “Do you really mean that?” Abby asked, her lips curling into a huge smile.

  “Every word. You’re putting yourself through school, and you support yourself in a very expensive city like New York. It frustrates me that you refuse all of my gifts because I want to give you everything, but I admire and respect you for it.”

  Brianna leaned in and placed a soft, tender kiss on Abby’s lips. “If I call you sweetheart it’s because you are sweet, not because I’m being condescending. I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean to. Would you forgive me?”

  Abby nodded and giggled. She was relieved they cleared that little misunderstanding up because it had been bugging her for days.

  “I will stop calling you all of those things if you want.”

  “No, it’s okay. You don’t have to stop. As long as you treat me like a grownup, you can call me whatever you want.”

  They made up with another tender kiss. After releasing Abby’s lips, Bria
nna stared at Abby and narrowed her eyes.

  Abby could see the wheels turning in Brianna’s head. She cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “What are you thinking?” she asked.

  “Wait right here. I’ll be right back,” Brianna cooed before leaping off the bed and strutting towards the bathroom.

  Abby watched Brianna walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Abby stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what Brianna was up to. She couldn’t stop giggling and smiling as the scenes of her and Brianna’s recent tryst replayed in her head. She covered her face with her hands when heat began to creep up her cheeks. She was proud of what she had done and had enjoyed every second of it but couldn’t help feeling a little bashful and self-conscious. She also felt relieved she had been able to rock Brianna’s world on her second try.

  Half an hour later, Brianna was still in the bathroom with the door locked. Abby, who was still lying on her back on the bed, had started to get impatient.

  “What the heck are you doing in there?” Abby shouted at the closed door. “Come back to bed.”

  “I’ll be out in a second,” Brianna replied from behind the closed door.

  Abby sat up and stared at the closed door. She could hear things being moved and dragged inside the bathroom. She was intrigued, but the stress and hustle of the day had started to take their toll on her. She dropped back on the bed and closed her eyes. She was starting to doze off when the bathroom door swung open. Abby’s opened her eyes and her gaze landed on Brianna who was peaking her head out from behind the half open door.