Kisses and Revenge (10 page)

"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 getting 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.

"Stop saying that!" She cried even harder, pulling a T-shirt over her head before thrusting her legs through a pair of yoga pants. She could still smell him all over her body.

"What? That I love you. I do love you, Leslie. I always have. There is no shame in that. The only difference is now I love you not only as a friend but as more. Please sit down and try to breathe. You are going to hurt yourself." Warren pulled at her arm, making her stumble into his arms. He wrapped himself around her, trying to comfort her, but it felt like a prison. With all of her might, she fought against it, wanting nothing more than to get away from this. For the first time since her husband's death, she wanted to be anywhere but in her house.

Squirming more and more, Warren was forced to let her go, and when he did, she fled from the room. The condition of the house did nothing to help calm the anxiety flooding her system. Everywhere things were out of place, broken, and in disarray from the way she and Warren had fucked their way through the house. He had left no part of the house untouched, as if trying to remove any memory of the house that once belonged to Adam.

Snatching her keys, she headed for her car. It had been a while since she had actually driven her car. Most of the time she rode with Sharron or Warren to anything she had to do, and that was when she was brave enough to actually leave the house at all. Getting behind the wheel, she didn't put much thought into the fact she was frantic or that she hadn't driven much. Instead, she switched on the ignition and threw the car into reverse. With how upset she was, she lacked the ability to fully pay attention to what she was doing. Running stop signs and weaving through traffic, her mind raced with regret over what she had done. Sure, Warren was good to her, but her heart belonged to another man. A man who was dead.

Yes, a man who was dead and never would be avenged. Her anger over the lack of support from the police only caused her to drive more recklessly.

"You are so stupid! How could you? How could you betray him like that with his own brother?" she screamed out into the empty car, slamming her hand down on the steering wheel. "He was such a good husband, and you reward him like that. Fucking his brother in his bed! You are so stupid, Leslie! So fucking stupid!"

Continuing her tirade, she ran another stop sign and found herself crashing into a tree after another car sideswiped her and sent her spinning across the road. The sound of her horn blared as she wavered in and out of consciousness. Her hands still gripped the steering wheel, but she didn't move, didn't even open her eyes. All she could think of was maybe if she waited the crash would take her life too and she could join her husband. Not that he would want her after what she had done.

"Leslie! Leslie!" In the distance, someone was calling her name. Slowly she tried to move her head toward the sound of the voice, but it hurt quite a bit and made her eyes squint in pain. "What the Hell were you thinking? Leslie, are you okay? Answer me!"

The sound of sirens filled the air, and quickly everything changed. Someone was there, pulling her out of the car. EMTs began to check her over, and just behind them, she could see Warren standing there, worry and fear heavy in his eyes. He had apparently chased after her in an attempt to keep her from doing something stupid. It hadn't worked, but he had tried.

Time went by in a blur as the EMTs checked her over and put her in an ambulance to get her to the hospital, all the while, Warren standing over her. He was even there waiting for her when they reached the hospital, and deep down, Leslie knew he would always be there for her. How could she feel guilty over that? In a fit of panic, she had nearly killed herself. It was selfish, and despite it all, Warren was there for her. She didn't deserve him, but she was more than thankful for him.

***

Hours later, Leslie woke up in a hospital bed. Her body was sore and achy, and her eyes were sensitive. Somehow in the wreck, glass had embedded into the skin of her face and had to be removed. Small scratches covered a good portion of her body, but she was going to be all right. The hospital had insisted on keeping her overnight for observation though. Leslie was convinced it was because of her mental health and not her physical health.

Warren's hand clasped tightly to her, and when she turned her head, she saw him sitting in the chair next to her with his head lying on the bed. A soft snore rose from him, making her smile. Reaching over, she combed her fingers through his black hair. He kept his longer than Adam ever did, and she liked playing with it. Honestly, she always had. She played with it even before Adam died, sneaking a touch when they hugged or were goofing off. It was something she had always liked about Warren.

A moment later, Warren lifted his head and moaned some. He blinked open those incredible crystal eyes, so much like Adam's, and smiled at her. Reaching out, he tentatively brushed her cheek. She flinched from a sting the touch induced then relaxed. "Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay, I'm just sore. I'm sorry for running away like I did," she whispered back.

"Look, Leslie, you can't do that. You could have killed yourself. I know I come off strong, but you have to understand, I'm alone now. You are all I have left. You can't leave me like that." Warren petted her for a moment more before shifting and sitting up.

The room was dark, and he got up to hunt down something to drink on the small table with wheels near the bed. Warren grabbed the water and took a couple of swallows before coming back to the chair.

"I didn't think about it that way. This is all just a little too much for me. I know I'm just a big mess, but I don't know any other way to be. I'm trying." Leslie could feel herself changing though. What Warren said hurt. She hadn't thought about what it would do to him. All that mattered was her own pain. Being selfish was all it boiled down to.

"I know you didn't think about it, but that is something you need to think about. I know you hurt, but so do I. I know things happened crazy last night. It wasn't my intentions to hurt you or make you freak out. I love you and want you to be happy. God, Leslie, for a moment I really thought you were happy." Warren sat back down and grasped her hands.

"That's just it. I was happy. I think that is what bothered me. I was happy and I felt bad for being happy. I know I shouldn't, but it is so hard to be happy when he is gone. I feel like he will be angry," Leslie explained. For the first time, she didn't cry. It was almost like the pain was being lifted.

"Adam wants you to be happy. Don't you understand that? Adam would want you happy. He would want us happy. I'm not going to pressure you about anything. I can wait for you to feel better and to find some sort of peace, but I'm always going to be here for you." Warren leaned in and kissed her temple but made no move to make more out of it. Her heart swelled. Being loved so unconditionally by someone she had not even tried to return the favor to was strange, but it was also incredible. She knew Warren meant every word, and that made her feel better than anything else. She wasn't alone. Warren would be there for her, always.