Betrayal: Kyle's Revenge (The Betrayal Series) (6 page)

Brianna closed her eyes and moaned softly while Abby’s lips moved to taste her other breast.  The warmth and moistness of Abby’s mouth on her breasts and the feel of her teeth gently tugging and biting her hard nipples felt like pure heaven to Brianna.  She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. That night had turned out to be more perfect than she had anticipated, and she didn’t want it to end.

Brianna opened her eyes when she could no longer feel Abby’s lips on her. She found Abby kneeling between her legs and staring at her blue lace panties. Abby raised her gaze and locked eyes with Brianna while her index fingers curled inside the pretty lace of Brianna’s thong. Brianna raised her hips off the bed, and her gaze drifted down to the delicate garment gliding down her hips and thighs. She watched Abby toss the panties on the floor and wondered just how much better her night was about to get.  

When Abby was done removing the last piece of clothing that stood between hers and Brianna’s bodies, she crawled over Brianna until her lips were grazing the space between Brianna’s breasts.

Brianna moaned, approving of the moist, tender kisses Abby’s lips were leaving along the length of her torso as they made their way south. When Brianna realized where Abby’s lips were headed, she writhed her hips and whimpered softly. She longed to have Abby’s lips tasting her delicate flesh but didn’t think it’d happen that soon. Brianna held her breath and hoped it’d be as glorious as she had dreamed it would be.

When Abby felt Brianna’s pubis under her chin, she froze. Her pulse accelerated, a cold sweat ran down her spine, and she began to have second thoughts about the whole thing.

Realizing that Abby was getting cold feet about going down on her, Brianna cradled Abby’s head and forced her to look up.

“It’s okay, Abby. You don’t have to do anything you are not ready to do,” Brianna breathed softly. Even though she was mildly disappointed, her voice was full of tenderness and honesty.

“No. I want to do it. I’m going to do it,” Abby replied.

 Brianna sensed Abby was not ready, but after seeing the determination in Abby’s eyes, she decided not to argue with the stubborn girl and let her do what she wanted to do.

Abby took a deep breath and kept going. She was no quitter, and she wanted to please Brianna. She was going to cross that bridge. She had to.
You can do this
, she kept repeating to herself as she got into a comfortable position between Brianna’s thighs. Once she was in place, she closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out until it made contact with Brianna’s delicate flesh.

Abby felt the bottom of her stomach tighten and drop when the tip of her tongue grazed Brianna’s slick folds. What she tasted felt strange against her tongue, but she was not grossed out by it. With her eyes still closed, she took another deep breath and kept going. She did a couple more test swipes so her tongue could become familiar with the new taste and textures.

She ran her tongue against the length of Brianna’s opening over and over and was ecstatic and relieved to discover she did not hate kissing Brianna there. She didn’t love it yet, but she didn’t hate it either. No longer feeling apprehensive about what she was doing, Abby opened her eyes and continued to swipe her tongue up and down Brianna’s folds. She thought she was doing a good job until she noticed Brianna was not reacting to her efforts as enthusiastically as she had hoped.

Abby increased the speed and force of her swipes, but Brianna was still not giving her much of a reaction. With her confidence dipping, Abby sank her tongue as deep as she could inside Brianna and wandered aimlessly and awkwardly inside Brianna’s walls. Abby tried as hard as she could to arouse and please Brianna, but after a half hour, all Abby could get from her were a couple of polite moans.

Feeling frustrated, Abby crawled up until her face was hovering over Brianna’s. “I didn’t do that right, did I?” She asked, her face twisting with embarrassment.

Brianna chuckled and caressed Abby’s cheek. “Don’t worry about it. It was your first time. You’ll get better at it with time. It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry I’m so bad at this,” Abby said.

The genuine mortification in Abby’s face warmed Brianna’s heart. Abby’s adorableness was just too much for her to handle. “Come here sweet girl,” Brianna cooed, grabbing Abby by the shoulders and getting her to lie next to her.

 Brianna wrapped her arm around Abby’s chest and nuzzled Abby’s neck. “This is what I want. Having you in my arms like this is just as good, if not better, than any orgasm. I mean that. Don’t worry about anything. Just let me hold you like this forever, okay?”

Abby remained silent and stared at the wall pouting. To her, it was definitely not okay. She felt inadequate, clumsy and insecure. She had never failed so miserably at anything in her life.

Brianna quickly fell asleep, but Abby didn’t. She was too disappointed in herself to sleep. She stayed up for hours planning her comeback. That night, Abby promised herself that the next time she and Brianna were together, she was going to rock Brianna’s world. She was determined to become the best lover Brianna had ever had.

She was going to make use of the vast resource of educational material available to her on the internet and at the bookstore where she worked to learn everything she needed about orally pleasing a woman. With that plan, she succumbed to sleep in Brianna’s arms.     

Chapter V

Meanwhile in Montana, Kyle spent that entire night staring at his computer screen. With every passing hour that Abby’s phone did not leave the mysterious apartment building in Midtown Manhattan, Kyle’s heart sank a little bit more. It was official. Abby was cheating on him. Kyle didn’t need any additional confirmation. He didn’t need to see her with the guy. That night he came to terms with the fact that the woman he thought was a pillar of honesty and goodness was nothing more than a lying, cheating whore.

While everyone else in the house slept, Kyle sat in the dark with nothing but the glare of the computer screen illuminating his face. Kyle stared at the green dot in the middle of the digital map on the screen and chugged beer after beer. Tears threatened to flood Kyle’s eyes, but he fought them back. He had been taught that real men don’t cry. He didn’t even cry at his father’s funeral. He was determined not to cry over Abby. She did not deserve his tears.

At around two in the morning, Kyle turned off his computer and got off the chair. There was no point in spying on Abby anymore. She was cheating on him, and he was never going to forgive her for it. Their relationship was more than over. With his legs feeling as heavy as his heart, Kyle staggered towards the window. His whole world was crumbling around him, and he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to talk to someone, but there was no one in that house or any place else he could talk to about the anger and pain that consumed him.   

At the window, Kyle stared at the dark, starry sky through the glass. It was a beautiful, quiet night in Glen Falls, Montana. But all the beauty and serenity in the world couldn’t take Kyle’s mind off Abby’s betrayal. He wanted to scream, smash things against the wall, and curse Abby’s existence to relieve some of the pent up anger inside him. But doing any of that would have woken up everyone in the house.

Suddenly, Kyle felt as if the room was closing in on him. He couldn’t breathe. He needed to get out of that house and clear his head. Otherwise, he was going to lose it. After grabbing his wallet and phone and stuffing them in his jeans pockets, Kyle tiptoed out of his bedroom and went downstairs. On his way to the kitchen, Kyle saw one of his cousins sleeping in the pull out sofa in the living room and was careful not to wake him up. Luckily for Kyle, he didn’t run into anyone else. Everyone in the house was sound asleep.

In the kitchen, Kyle saw his mother’s car keys hanging on a hook by the door and took them. Even though he was already pretty drunk, Kyle decided to go for a drive with no destination in mind. Under normal circumstances, Kyle would have never dared to do anything as reckless and irresponsible as driving drunk, but he was so heartbroken that night, he didn’t care whether he hurt himself or others. Nothing mattered to him anymore.

Kyle got in his mother’s Toyota Camry and drove around the residential neighborhood at twenty miles over the speed limit. He was lucky his erratic driving didn’t get him pulled over. He got on the town’s main road and just drove and drove. After running a few red lights and almost colliding head on with another car, Kyle decided to stop and find a bar. He drove by a dinky one on the other side of town and decided to check it out. He needed more alcohol, something stronger than the cheap beer he had been drinking, to numb the pain in his heart.

 After parking the car, Kyle staggered through the bar’s door and immediately drew the attention of the rowdy, drunk men and the scantily clad women who packed the run-down establishment. Kyle couldn’t care less that everyone was staring at him. He was there to drink. He was not there to socialize and certainly not to flirt with anyone.

After wading through the pack of sweaty, drunk bodies, Kyle made it to the bar, squeezed between two large middle aged men, and sat on a stool. While country western music blasted from the speakers and blended with the loud laughter of all the drunk, happy patrons, Kyle tried to get the attention of the bartender.

“Can I have a shot of whiskey, please?” Kyle slurred when the bartender came over to him. “Actually, just bring me the whole bottle,” he added.

 Seeing that Kyle was already pretty hammered, the bartender wasn’t going to give Kyle any alcohol. “Sorry, kid. No one here is going to serve you any whiskey or anything else in this bar. You look like you had enough to drink already. You need to go home.”

“You’re not my fucking father. Just serve me the fucking drink,” Kyle scowled at the bartender while getting his wallet out of his jean pocket. He pulled a couple of bills out of it and tossed them at the bartender. “Here. I’m not a kid. I’m a grown man with money, and I want to drink. Get me a bottle of whiskey and mind your own business.”

“Sorry kid. No can do.”

 The grumpy bartender, a pudgy, middle-aged man with a grey, scraggly beard and tattoo sleeves, knew Kyle and his family. His wife and Kyle’s mother worked together at a bank and were close friends. The bartender wasn’t going to give his friend’s drunk kid any booze, and he wasn’t going to let him drive in the condition he was either.

“You need to go home and sleep it off, son.”

Kyle grumbled something under his breath. Seeing that he was not getting anywhere with the bartender, Kyle got off his stool to leave. “Fine,” he barked, putting the wallet back in his pocket. “I’m leaving, but I’m not going home. I’ll find another bar where paying customers are appreciated and not treated like children.”

“You are in no condition to drive, kid. Give me your keys,” the bartender demanded, holding out his hand. “Why don’t you call someone to come pick you up?”

 “I don’t need a babysitter. I’m a grown man. I’m fine,” Kyle snapped, wobbling around and drawing the attention of the other patrons. Realizing he was too lightheaded to walk much less drive and find another bar, Kyle decided to stay and convince the pain in the ass bartender to serve him one drink.

“Please man. I’m fine. Forget the bottle. Just give me one shot of whiskey. That’s all I need. One crummy shot. I need it badly. You have no idea the type of day I’ve had. Please.”

The bartender felt bad for Kyle. He saw the anguish in his eyes but still wouldn’t serve him. “Sorry kid. If you don’t call someone to come pick you up, I will.”

Kyle sat back on the stool and held his head with both hands. He refused to hand over his car keys and continued to hopelessly plead with the bartender.

The back and forth between Kyle and the bartender caught the attention of a pretty young blond sitting at a nearby table with some of her friends. To the girl, Kyle seemed like a drunk pain in the ass, but he was drop dead gorgeous. The bubbly blonde had never seen him before and was intrigued. So she went to the bar to meet the handsome, mystery man.

Wearing skin tight faded jeans and an even tighter tank top and cowboy boots, the curly haired beauty approached the bar and ordered a drink. The stool next to Kyle had become available, so she sat on it. She eyed Kyle’s bulging biceps while she waited for her drink. She was dying to see Kyle’s face because Kyle had it buried in his hands.

Kyle was heartbroken, but he still looked hot that night. His tight t-shirt and jeans made it obvious he had a great body. Even though he was acting like an obnoxious drunk, women still wanted him. That blonde sitting next to him was not the only one in that bar who had noticed him. The girl knew she needed to make her move quickly.

When the bartender returned with blonde girl’s drink, he pleaded with Kyle once more to call someone to come pick him up.

“I can drive him home, Phil,” The girl said to the bartender while staring at Kyle who still had his head down. Phil thanked the girl but still refused to serve Kyle a drink. A relieved Phil walked away from Kyle and the girl and went to serve other customers.

“Hi. I’m Tara,” the girl cooed, flipping her curly hair back and swiveling on her stool to face Kyle. “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Kyle,” Kyle mumbled, frustrated that he couldn’t get the shot of whiskey he desperately needed. His hands were still covering his face. He wouldn’t turn around or look over his shoulder to see who it was trying to start a conversation with him.

“What’s wrong, Kyle? Why so sad? Did you break up with your girlfriend or something?”

“Just leave me alone, please,” Kyle grumbled before shooting Tara a quick glance. That was the most polite thing he could come up with. He was too pissed to be nice or even civil to anyone. He wished everyone would just leave him alone so he could get as drunk as possible and forget all about his cheating girlfriend.

Kyle’s dismissive attitude did not discourage Tara. After seeing his gorgeous face, she was more interested in Kyle than before. “You are so gorgeous Kyle. If you let me, I can help you forget all about that girl that broke your heart.”