Betrayal: Abby's Guilt (The Betrayal Series) (8 page)

With Brianna’s arms still wrapped around her, Abby leaned back a bit so she could stare into Brianna’s sad blue eyes one last time. Brianna brought her hands up to cup both sides of Abby’s face. She stared into the glassy hazel eyes, thinking how much she was going to miss looking at them. “Goodbye, Abigail,” she sniffled before leaning in and placing a tender, lingering kiss on Abby’s lips. She sighed into Abby’s mouth. Those lips felt as soft as she remembered and tasted just as sweet.

“I’m sorry. I need to stop doing that,” Brianna said sheepishly as she pulled away from Abby’s warm lips.

With the heat of that kiss still burning on her lips, Abby’s eyes darted from Brianna’s eyes to her lips and back to her eyes. She was trying to summon up the courage to do something she knew she shouldn’t do but felt compelled, by forces beyond her control, to do. A voice inside her head kept telling her to walk away and do the right thing, but Abby ignored it and followed the desire in the heart instead. With her heart pumping at an alarmingly fast rate, Abby chucked her clutch and the iPhone box on the floor and lunged at Brianna. She gripped both sides of Brianna’s face with her hands and crushed Brianna’s mouth with hers.

Brianna reacted to the surprising but most-welcomed kiss by placing her hands on the small of Abby’s back and pressing Abby’s petite body against hers. She cocked her head to the side so she could take every inch of Abby’s hungry mouth inside hers. She mentally compared that kiss to the one they shared a few days earlier, and there was no comparison. The unexpected, mind -shattering kiss they were sharing in that hotel suite was better in every possible way. There was no deception, coercion or malice behind it. That kiss was as hungry as the first one, but it was also honest, sweet, beautiful.

With their mouths and their tongues engaged in a fiery battle for supremacy, Brianna dragged Abby towards the couch. After almost tripping over the coffee table, they both tumbled down on the luxurious sofa, and Brianna immediately climbed on top of Abby.

With lust reeling through her veins, Abby parted her legs and bent them at the knees so Brianna could nestle her hips between them. Abby’s pulse quickened when Brianna laid the full weight of her body on her. Having another woman’s body pressed against hers like that felt very strange to Abby but also very comfortable. She moaned into Brianna’s mouth while her hands got acquainted with Brianna’s bare back. Abby’s mind was in a daze as the pads of her fingers glided up and down the impossibly smooth skin. All of her actions were being dictated by the overwhelming tidal wave of desire pulsating between her legs, and she was powerless against it.

Brianna did more than nestle her hips between Abby’s legs. She relieved her pent-up longing for the petite brunette by ferociously thrusting her hips against Abby’s, grinding on her over the fabric of her gown, while her lips sucked and bit every inch of Abby’s cherry flavored lips with desperate hunger. Brianna had spent many nights and days dreaming of that moment, dreaming of tasting those soft, pouty lips once again. Having Abby under her, responding the way she was responding to her touch and kisses, was beyond anything Brianna could have possibly dreamed of.

Just when Abby thought her mind could not shatter into smaller pieces, Brianna’s hand found her breast. With an urgent moan that drowned inside Brianna’s mouth, Abby arched her back, pushing her small breast against Brianna’s unrelenting hand. Brianna’s mouth bounced around from Abby’s lips to the side of her neck, to the swell of her breast, and back to her lips. It was as if she could not decide which part of that girl’s body to feast on first.

The feel of Brianna’s soft lips nibbling and tasting those sensitive parts of her anatomy sent delicious shock waves of pleasure through Abby’s body.

It didn’t take long for Brianna’s hand to free Abby’s breast and disappear under the skirt of Abby’s gown. Clumsily and nervously, Brianna wrestled with the ample skirt. She flipped the chiffon fabric up with one hand until most of it was bunched up on top of Abby’s torso. Brianna moaned hungrily against Abby’s neck when her hand made contact with the smoothness and softness of Abby’s bare leg.

Abby responded with a moan of her own to Brianna’s hand gliding up and down the length of her leg. She began to writhe under Brianna, no longer able to control the lust burning through every fiber of her being. The high voltage shots of electricity pulsating between her thighs kept increasing in intensity and frequency with every passing second.

Brianna’s lips found Abby’s once more and slammed against them. While Brianna’s tongue danced inside her mouth, Abby was certain she wanted to go all the way with Brianna, whatever that meant. But something snapped inside her head when Brianna’s fingers curled under the lace of her panties and began to slide the delicate fabric down her hips. Fear overwhelmed Abby’s senses when her underwear glided down low enough for cool air to hit the delicate and oversensitive part of her anatomy.

Breathing heavily and with her heart in her throat, Abby gripped Brianna’s wrist, immobilizing it. Her panties were already halfway down her thighs when things got just a little too real for Abby. She freed her lips from Brianna’s. “Stop. I can’t do this,” Abby cried out, breathless.

Brianna, still panting, stared down at Abby with a dazed look on her face.

With confusion and shame jumbling her thoughts, Abby shoved Brianna away and sat up. Abby thought she was ready to go all the way with Brianna. She clearly wasn’t. It hit her that she was about to become intimate with another woman, something she had never done before in her life. Terror consumed every fiber of her being, and she needed to get out of that hotel suite as soon as possible. Kyle had also sneaked into her hazy thoughts. Kyle had never cheated on her, and there she was, about to cheat on him, with none other than his own sister. The realization consumed her with soul-crushing guilt.

“I’m so sorry. This is wrong. I can’t do this to Kyle. I love him,” Abby explained, her voice cracking. She began to tug and pull at her panties until they were back covering her sex. She then unbunched the bottom of her dress and shot to her feet.

Kneeling on the couch and panting, Brianna searched Abby’s face and wondered what she did wrong. Abby stood by the sofa, fixing her dress and hair and avoiding Brianna’s gaze. Confused, and unable to verbalize any of the things she was thinking at that moment, Brianna sprung to her feet and made an attempt to touch Abby’s arm. But Abby didn’t give Brianna a chance to get near her.

Abby picked her clutch off the floor and rushed towards the suite’s front door. She ignored the iPhone box. With her hand on the door handle, Abby realized she couldn’t just storm out of there without saying anything. Brianna didn’t deserve that. So she turned around, and her gaze landed on the saddest pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. It broke her heart to see Brianna hurting so much, but there was nothing she could do about it. The type of relationship Brianna wanted with her was just not possible.

“I don’t think we should see each other again. I’m sorry,” Abby said softly as tears began to well in her eyes. Her lips curved as if she wanted to say something else, but she quickly realized that what she wanted to say wasn’t going to make either one of them feel any better. So she kept her mouth shut and turned her back to Brianna. Her hand trembled as she clumsily turned the doorknob and stormed out of the hotel suite.

The sound of the door slamming shut reverberated through Brianna’s body. Feeling like the air had been knocked out of her, she collapsed on the couch and laid her forehead on the armrest. She had never been as angry at herself as she was that night. She went too far, and she hated herself for it. She was mad at herself for kissing Abby at that party. She regretted seeking Abby out at the bookstore and taking her to see The Philharmonic. She also regretted spilling her guts to her. She cursed her lack of self-control that led her to kiss and grope Abby on that sofa. Brianna wanted to kick herself for messing with that poor girl’s head and causing her pain and confusion she did not deserve.

Brianna needed something to alleviate the ache in her heart. So she dragged her guilty feet to the kitchen and fetched the bottle of wine she had opened earlier. She returned to the living room holding the half full bottle and collapsed on the sofa once again. Her gaze bounced around the room before falling on the iPhone box lying on the floor. That iPhone box was a cruel reminder of all the beautiful and painful things that had happened that night. Brianna couldn’t bear to look at it. So she picked it up and tossed it out of sight. With her free hand, Brianna reached down to unbuckle her silvered strappy sandals. After getting them off of her feet, she curled on the sofa and began to drink wine straight out of the bottle.

Chapter VII

Brianna had never felt as low as she did that night. She hoped to drown her sorrows in the expensive white wine and forget all about Abby. But she could not get the sweet girl out of her head no matter how hard she tried. She closed her eyes and could still feel the burning of Abby’s lips on hers. The sweet scent of Abby’s cologne was still etched in her dress and in her skin. The memory of Abby writhing under her and responding enthusiastically to her touch was so vivid, no amount of booze was going to be able to erase it from her mind. Brianna wished she had never reached out to Kyle. She wished she had gone her whole life without laying eyes on his adorable girlfriend. They would have saved themselves a lot of hurt and confusion if they had never crossed paths.

Brianna went through that bottle of wine very quickly. When she realized the bottle was empty, she chucked it on the floor, got off the couch, and went to the kitchen to get another one. She had almost made it to the kitchen’s doorway when the sudden ding of the doorbell made her jump out of her skin and jerk her body around. She thought it was a hotel staff member coming to bother her about something. She sighed as she made her way to the door to peek through the peephole. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw who it was standing on the other side of the door.

After taking a calming breath, Brianna turned the doorknob and swung the door wide open. The sight of Abby looking terrified and clutching her purse to her chest, broke Brianna’s heart. Abby’s eyes looked like they were made of glass, her faced was all crunched up, and her lips were pursed. She looked like she had been crying a lot and could burst into tears at any second. To Brianna, it was both the most beautiful and saddest of sights.

As she fought tears of her own, Brianna reached out and grabbed Abby’s forearm. Without saying a single word, she pulled Abby inside the suite and shut the door behind her. Brianna stepped closer to Abby and hesitantly wrapped her arms around her. She was afraid to scare her off again. Abby did not hug Brianna back or object to the embrace. She continued to clutch her purse to her chest with both hands while wondering whether she had made the right decision by coming back to that hotel suite. Abby remained silent, except for the occasional sob that escaped her pursed lips. She rested her chin on Brianna’s shoulder as Brianna tightened her grip on the petite brunette. Brianna wished that somehow she could exorcise all the pain out of Abby’s heart through that hug. She silently cursed their fates and wondered why life had to be so goddamn unfair.

After they held each other for a while, Brianna broke the embrace so she could bring her hands up and cup both sides of Abby’s face. She placed soft, tender kisses on Abby’s lips, nose, cheeks and forehead while her thumbs wiped the tear drops that had started to dribble down Abby’s cheeks. After taking the clutch from Abby’s hands and tossing it on the coffee table, Brianna stared into Abby’s glassy hazel eyes. Even with a red nose and mascara smeared all around her eyes, Abby was still the prettiest thing Brianna had ever seen.

She placed another sweet, lingering kiss on Abby’s lips before dropping to her knees and reaching under the skirt of Abby’s long dress. After unbuckling the straps of Abby’s jeweled sandals and slipping them off her small feet, Brianna stood up.

Standing a couple of inches shorter without her shoes, Abby continued to sob softly while Brianna placed another soft kiss on her lips.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Brianna said in between kisses. She searched Abby’s face and caressed her cheek with the back of her fingers before dropping her gaze to the swell of Abby’s breasts. Abby flinched and squeezed her eyes shut when Brianna curled her arms behind her and found the zipper of her dress.

After sliding the zipper on Abby’s gown all the way down, Brianna nuzzled Abby’s neck and breathed in her sweet scent. Abby’s breath caught at the feel of Brianna’s cool lips leaving a trail of tender kisses along the curve of her neck. Her stomach dropped when Brianna’s fingers curled under the straps of her gown.

Part of her wanted to turn around and storm out of the suite again, but the other part of her wanted Brianna to keep going. She decided to stay, letting her lust and curiosity overrule her good judgment. When the straps of her dress began to slide down her arms, a jolt of electricity rippled through Abby’s body, making her tremble. The pretty gown slithered down the curves of her body until it pooled at her feet.

Sensing that Abby was on the verge of passing out from fear, Brianna wrapped her arms around her once more and whispered against her ear. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. I will never hurt you. Don’t be scared.”

While stepping out of her dress bunched around her feet, Abby nodded slowly against Brianna’s shoulder but did not utter a single word. She was terrified but couldn’t do anything about it. The fear, anxiety and lust mixing together and coursing through her veins had paralyzed her limbs. She couldn’t run away even if she wanted to. When Brianna’s fingers moved to undo the clasp of her strapless lace bra, Abby held her breath and silently prayed that her legs wouldn’t give out from under her.

Brianna took a step back and let the soft lace fall down between them. Brianna dropped her gaze and grinned. Abby’s breasts were more beautiful than she had imagined. She felt a strong urge to glide her lips around those small, perky breasts and writhe her tongue over those perfect, taut, pink nipples, but she knew she needed to take things slow. Instead of acting on her urge, Brianna dropped down to her knees and placed her palms on Abby’s hips. She stared at the white lace that stood between her and the sweetness of Abby’s sex and couldn’t believe it was actually happening. So many nights and days she had spent dreaming about that moment, playing it over and over in her head. Having Abby standing there in front of her in nothing but her lace bikini felt surreal to Brianna.