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

Kyle turned his head and gave Tara another quick glance over but did not reply to her shameless proposal. He thought she was attractive, but he was not interested. He was too heartbroken over Abby. Besides, women who threw themselves at men were a huge turn off to him.

“What if instead of driving you home I take you to my place and make you forget all about that horrible girl who stumped on your heart? What do you say, handsome Kyle?”

Kyle turned to her. “Do you have whiskey in your house?”

Tara nodded. “You can have all the whiskey you want, baby.”

“Let’s go,” Kyle commanded, shooting to his feet. Tara shot to her feet too, squealing at how tall and imposing Kyle was and how pretty his eyes were.

Kyle grabbed Tara’s wrist and dragged her out of the bar. Kyle did not believe in hooking up with random girls-had never done it in his life. But Tara had whiskey and could drive him anywhere he wanted. He didn’t care if he had to sleep with her to get the booze. That night he no longer cared about anything. He was willing to do anything to make himself feel better.

While Phil was busy waiting on other customers, Kyle and Tara stepped out of the bar and walked a few steps to the parking lot.

“That’s my truck over there,” Tara remarked, pointing at a red Ford F150 parked on the other side of the poorly lit parking lot. Tara grabbed Kyle’s hand and dragged him to her truck. She couldn’t wait until they got to her apartment. So Tara decided to get some action with Kyle behind her truck in the empty lot. Kyle was the most gorgeous guy Tara had ever seen, and she wanted him badly.

Behind the truck, Tara flung her hands around Kyle’s neck and pushed his face down so she could slam her lips against his.

 Kyle did not protest but didn’t really kiss her back either. Tara could do whatever she wanted to him as long as she got him the whiskey he badly needed.

Tara did not care that Kyle was not into her. She was confident she was going to change how he felt about her by the time they made it to her apartment.

Tara looked around and saw there was no one around. She and Kyle were between a wall and the back of her truck, and it was pretty dark. She realized they had enough privacy to do anything they wanted back there without anyone noticing them.

Kyle was taken aback when Tara began to undo his belt buckle and pull his pants down but did not have the clarity of mind to stop her. As long as he got his whiskey, Kyle was willing to do anything, including fucking someone he just met in a parking lot. Besides, he was a free man. He didn’t owe loyalty to Abby anymore. With images of Abby rolling around in bed with her lover burning into his brain, Kyle shook with rage. He thought sleeping with Tara might make him feel better.

Tara kissed Kyle again. She was pleasantly surprised when he kissed her back. While shoving her tongue down Kyle’s throat, Tara slid her hand inside Kyle’s briefs and started stroking him to get him hard. Tara squealed at the length of Kyle’s cock, and Kyle responded to the stimulation immediately.

When Tara felt Kyle was ready, she pulled away from Kyle’s lips, looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was around, and dropped to her knees. She looked up at Kyle’s dazed face, grinning at him as she pulled his briefs down his hips.

“Jackpot,” Tara muttered as Kyle’s cock sprung free in front of her face. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen: smooth, pink and thick. She did not waste any time and immediately closed her lips around its length. She licked and sucked Kyle’s perfect cock like her life depended on it while also stroking him with her hand.

Kyle held on to the bed of the truck, threw his head back and just enjoyed the moment. Tara had a very talented mouth. She knew what she was doing. For a brief second, Kyle was able to forget about Abby and her betrayal. His heart was still broken, but Tara’s lips provided Kyle with a most welcomed, albeit brief, escape from reality.

With his eyes closed, Kyle grunted and moaned as Tara’s skilled lips and deep throat gave him the best blowjob he had ever had. Kyle looked down and saw his cock disappear in and out of Tara’s hungry mouth. He locked eyes with her. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. He was starting to like Tara. She was easy, uncomplicated, had booze, and wanted nothing more than to please him. He’d never fall in love with her so there was no risk of her ever breaking his heart. Kyle wondered if he had been wasting his time chasing after girls like Abby when he should have been going after girls like Tara.

Kyle threw his head back and closed his eyes again. After twenty minutes of Tara’s lip service, Kyle was on the verge of coming, but he didn’t get a chance to relieve himself because a loud menacing voice took him out of the moment.

“Tara? What the fuck are you doing?” The voice barked.

Kyle opened his eyes just in time to see a bald-headed, tattooed man grab Tara by the back of her hair and drag her away from him and his still hard, dripping cock. Kyle began to sober up when he saw how big the bald headed guy was. He looked like a body builder or a bouncer. Kyle figured the guy was Tara’s boyfriend, even though the beast looked a lot older than Tara. Seeing how angry and big the guy was, Kyle began to fear for Tara’s safety.

“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. Please don’t hurt her,” Kyle pleaded with the Shrek-like creature while bending over and pulling his briefs and pants back up.

“Who the hell is this guy?” The massive guy barked, still holding Tara by her hair. His menacing brown eyes kept darting from Tara to Kyle and back to Tara.

“Let me go, Jim,” Tara shrieked. “I’m no not your girlfriend anymore. It is none of your concern who I fuck or don’t fuck.” Tara struggled to jerk herself free from Jim’s grip. She tried to kick him and scratch his face, but she failed miserably. Jim was too strong. Tara looked like a rag doll in his hands.

After zipping up his pants and buckling his belt, Kyle continued to plead with Jim. He stepped closer to the beast. “Come on, man. Let her go.”

“I’m going to kill you, asshole,” Jim snarled, tossing Tara to the ground and lunging at Kyle.

Kyle’s eyes flew to Tara who looked like she hurt herself when she crashed on the pavement.  Kyle was in shock. His first instinct was to go help Tara. He was not really concerned about himself. But before he could get to Tara, Jim grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the parking lot wall.

 While Tara screamed for help, Jim punched Kyle in the stomach repeatedly, making Kyle’s body jolt back and slam against the wall behind him. Kyle wouldn’t have been able to defend himself even if he’d tried to. He was too drunk, and Jim was too big and strong. So Kyle took the punishment. Gasping for air and gagging on his own spit, Kyle dropped to his knees while Jim continued to punch him in the stomach.

“This will teach you not to fuck other people’s girlfriends, you son of a bitch,” Jim barked, grunting with pleasure with every blow he delivered to Kyle’s hunched over body.

By now, people had started to crowd the parking lot, but Jim didn’t care. He was not done kicking Kyle’s ass for fucking his girl. He stopped clobbering Kyle’s stomach but only because he wanted to deliver some angry blows to Kyle’s pretty face.

The first punch crushed Kyle’s jaw. The force of the savage blow snapped his head back and made him see stars. His vision blurred. His jaw throbbed. He tasted blood in his mouth. But Kyle still didn’t try to fight back. He was too drunk and also too depressed. He didn’t care if Jim pummeled his face to dust. Kyle figured that if Jim beat him unconscious, he wouldn’t have to be awake to deal with the excruciating pain smothering his heart.

Before Jim could punch Kyle a second time Phil, the bartender, showed up.

“Step away from the kid, Jim, or you’ll be sorry,” Phil said. Jim’s threatening tone and the sound of a fire arm being locked and loaded stopped Jim cold.  Jim twisted his head to look behind him and saw Phil standing behind him and pointing a rifle at his head.

“Hey man. Put the gun down,” Jim pleaded, laughing nervously, his voice shaking. He released the grip he had on Kyle’s t-shirt and turned around holding his hands up. “Take it easy, buddy. The kid and I were just having a friendly chat about respecting other people’s property. That’s all.”

Still sobbing and shaking from the ordeal, Tara mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to Kyle before getting in her truck and burning some rubber trying to get out of there as fast as she could.

Kyle remained on his knees, rubbing his jaw and trying to regain his senses. His abdominal muscles were so sore, he couldn’t get up and there was a string of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. If Phil hadn’t showed up, a guy as angry and big as Jim would have probably killed him or done some serious damage to Kyle’s handsome face.

“Get the fuck away from the kid, you foul piece of garbage, before I put a bullet between your eyes,” Phil growled, not caring that the bar patrons were out there witnessing the confrontation and hearing him threaten Jim’s life.

With his hands still up and afraid to turn his back to Phil, Jim walked away from Kyle and strolled towards his bike parked a few feet away. Phil kept the aim of his rifle on Jim until Jim and his bike had driven out of sight.

After scaring Jim away, Phil helped Kyle up. “Are you okay, kid? What the hell are you doing messing around with a guy like Jim? Do you have a death wish or something?”

 Kyle did not answer, mainly because Phil was right about the death wish part. But he was still grateful to Phil for saving his ass.

“Thank you, sir,” Kyle said to Phil while rubbing his still throbbing jaw.

“You don’t look so good, son. Maybe you should go to a hospital and get yourself checked out,” Phil suggested.

“No. I’m fine. I’m just a little sore. That’s all,” Kyle replied. He was still sore and a little disoriented from both the alcohol in his blood and Phil’s upper cut, but didn’t think he had suffered any serious damage.

“You need to call someone to come pick you up, son. If you don’t do it, I will. I’ll call your mother, and I bet you don’t want me to do that.”

Phil was right. The last thing Kyle wanted was to alarm his mother. If Mrs. Garrett knew of the things her son had done that night, she’d have a heart attack. So Kyle did not argue with Phil. He pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and called Casey, one of his cousins, to come pick him up.

 When Casey arrived a few minutes later, Phil told him everything that happened. Phil asked Kyle to leave the keys to Mrs. Garrett’s car with him so he could drive the car back the next day. But Kyle refused and gave the keys to Casey instead.

After thanking Phil, Casey dragged Kyle to his car and shoved him in the front seat.

Alarmed by the story Phil had just told him and Kyle’s run-down appearance, Casey tried to get Kyle to open up to him. Casey had noticed how strange Kyle had been acting since he arrived in Montana. He knew Kyle was not the type to get drunk and pick fights in bars with guys three times his size.

“What is going on with you, man? When you arrived yesterday, you were so happy. A few hours later, you’re moping around like someone died and then lock yourself in your room. What’s gotten into you?”

Kyle stared out the car window. “It’s nothing, Casey. I’m fine. I just need to be left alone.”

“Are you sure? I don’t like seeing you like this. I’m just worried about you man.”

“I told you I’m fine.” Kyle turned to look at his cousin. “I need to ask you a favor, though. Don’t tell my mom about what happened tonight. I don’t want to worry her. I also need you to go back to the bar and pick up my mother’s car. It needs to be back in her driveway before she gets up. Otherwise, she is going to figure out everything.”

“Sure thing, man. I will wake my brother up and we’ll go back there. Don’t worry about it.”

A few minutes later, Kyle and Casey arrived at Kyle’s mother’s house. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief when he saw all the lights at the house were still off. Inside, everything was quiet. Everyone in the house was still asleep. Kyle made Casey promise again that he wouldn’t tell anyone, especially his mother, about what happened. Casey promised again and dragged Kyle upstairs to his room. 

Alone in his room, Kyle threw himself on his bed and closed his eyes. Pain, fatigue, and the alcohol swimming in his blood stream made him fall asleep quickly. He was thankful for that. He needed to escape his reality. Reality had become just too painful to bear. The last forty-eight hours of his life had been a total and complete nightmare, and he needed a break from it.

****

Back in New York the next morning, Abby’s phone alarm woke her up at the crack of dawn. Brianna’s arms were still around her. She tried to get out of bed as quietly as possible so as to not wake Brianna up, but she failed.

“Good morning, pretty girl,” Brianna yawned, pulling Abby back on the bed and tightening her arms around her. “What are you doing up so early?”

“I have to go. I need to go home, shower, and get to work.”

“Why so early?”

“It’s my turn to open the bookstore.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Brianna whined. “Please stay a little longer.”

“I can’t. I have to leave now.” Abby managed to wrestle Brianna’s arms away and got off the bed.

“What are you doing after work?” Brianna asked as she watched Abby search for her clothes scattered all over the bedroom floor.

“Nothing. After work I’m free. Why?”

Brianna got off the bed and wrapped a sheet around her naked body before stepping towards Abby who was zipping up her dress.

“I’m going to be at rehearsals for the musical all day and part of the night. How about you come over tonight and we have a quiet night in. We can order pizza and watch a movie or just hang. What do you say?”

“Sounds perfect. I will see you tonight then.” A quiet night was not what Abby had planned for them that evening. But she didn’t want to let Brianna in on her little plan. Another reason she needed to leave early was because she needed time to prepare the surprise.

After putting her clothes and shoes back on and gathering her bag and phone, Abby stepped towards the front door and Brianna followed her there.