Reba tried not to listen as her ex-husband fought with his wife, but it was difficult since they were in her kitchen. She turned on the television and sat upon the couch, turning up the volume. She didn't want to interrupt them when it sounded so serious, but she really wished they would fight at their own home. However, they had insisted on running to her with their problem, and she decided to just leave them to fight it out.
But they were so loud. She turned up the volume of the television once more and tried to focus on the images flashing across the screen. If Jake or Kyra were home she would have left with them, but Jake was at her parents' house for the summer and Kyra was on tour with her band. Van and Cheyenne were at their own home, so she was really on her own. She had to wonder if what she was hearing at the moment was as unbearable as when she was the one fighting with her ex-husband and the kids had to listen.
Suddenly the voices stopped, and all she heard was the slamming of the kitchen door. Were they gone? She hurriedly turned off the TV and rushed to the entrance of the kitchen, peering inside the quiet room. Brock was standing at the counter, his palms resting against the tile of the island. His eyes looked up towards her as she entered the room, and she could tell he was still trying to calm himself from whatever they had said moments before.
"Are you okay?" Her words were quiet, and she didn't walk too far into the kitchen, just in case he was still angry enough to yell.
"I will be." She gave him a sympathetic smile and walked to the refrigerator to get two bottles of fruit juice. She tried to hand him one, but he only smiled and shook his head. "Do you have anything that could give me a buzz?"
"Do you know who you're talking to?" She chuckled, putting the bottles of juice away and walking to the liquor rack on the counter by the stove. "Red wine?"
"Whiskey?" She laughed, pulling out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the cabinet.
"Maybe we'll start slower."
"Well, if we're going to get drunk together then we need to play cards or something."
"We aren't getting drunk. Besides I'm only having one glass."
"Still, I'll get the cards."
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She should have known it was a lie when she said she was only having one glass. It wasn't typical of her to only have one glass when it came to alcohol. Brock was the same way, and that was how they met in college. They were part of the same group of friends who tended to party harder than they should have, and they became fast friends because of that. It hadn't changed after all of the years passed. She enjoyed drinking with him, playing cards into the evening and talking, about anything and everything.
"Brock, it's your turn." He jumped a bit and chuckled, handing her two of his cards as she handed him two more from the deck to replace. "Are you even paying attention anymore?"
"No." They laughed a bit and he went to grab another bottle of wine while she put the cards away. She noticed him stumbling before he found his balance, but he made it and opened the bottle. He then went to the table to fill their glasses again.
"We don't need any more alcohol, Brock. It's getting late." She stood to stop him, but he ignored her and took the glasses and bottle to the living room. She held on to the back of a chair to balance herself before following at a slightly slower pace. She was definitely feeling the effects of the drink, and she thought perhaps it was time to stop.
When she entered the living room she found him sitting upon the couch, apparently waiting for her to follow. She walked in front of him, but didn't sit just yet. He noticed her hesitation and handed her the glass she was using before, which was suddenly full again.
"The kids won't be here until the end of summer, and my wife refuses to let me go home tonight. Let's just relax, like buddies." She looked into her glass, wishing she wanted to refuse, but she didn't. In all reality, she wanted to let loose a little bit. She nodded and took a drink of her wine.
"Like buddies…" She repeated his words, and they shared a moment of silence before she moved to turn on the stereo to fill the void of sound in the air. The volume was quiet, but it was enough for her to feel more comfortable.
"Yeah…except most of my buddies don't have boobs." Her eyes widened, but she laughed after realizing how humorous it sounded slurring from his lips. He was obviously drunk, more so than herself, but she couldn't deny that a couple more glasses would put her over the edge.
"Well I would hope not." She waited a moment before asking the question that had been burning upon her lips for the entire evening. "Brock, what were you two fighting about earlier?" She knew she didn't have to say her name for him to know. He sighed and leaned his head back against the couch as she sat next to him, sitting sideways so they could fully face one another.
"Honestly, we're fighting about a million different things. One day we'll be fine and then the next day she says something that sets me off and then I say something that sets her off. We're just getting on each other's nerves."
"That's what married people do. It's all about finding a way to ignore the small things that don't really matter." He refilled his glass, topping hers off as well.
"I don't know, Reba. Sometimes I just need a break from her…and I know she needs one from me. I guess that's why she said I shouldn't come home tonight."
"Well you can't walk ten steps, so I guess you can sleep on my couch if you want."
"I appreciate that, thanks." She nodded and he patted her hand, which rested upon the cushion that separated them. She finished her wine and sat the glass on the table, knowing that she was officially drunk and finished with making it any worse. However, Brock didn't let go of her hand, even after she scooted back to her original spot on the couch.
"Can I have my hand back?"
"No." Her eyebrows drew close in a look of confusion as he scooted closer to her, raising their joined hands to rest upon her lap as he met her deep blue eyes. He leaned even closer to her lips, and she could feel his breath upon them. Her heart was racing and her head was screaming for her to push him away.
"Wait." He ignored her request and pressed his lips against hers, feeling her gasp in surprise. He deepened the kiss quickly, hoping to ignite the fire within her stomach so she wouldn't refuse him. She pulled away, trying to stop herself from making the biggest mistake of her life. "You're married."
"But you aren't."
"Brock…" He released her hand, but she didn't push him away. She waited and allowed him to do as he pleased, which she knew was like lighting a flame to a bomb. His hand slid up her leg and to the top of her pants, caressing her hip before moving closer to the button that held her jeans together and popping it through the loop. His tongue touched her lips as their eyes remained locked, and she hesitantly joined their lips together, finding his tongue with her own. That was all it took for her to wrap her arms around his neck, and he slid his hand down the front of her pants, pushing her onto her back and settling on top of her.
His hand traveled over her hip, pushing down her pants a bit as he explored her soft skin. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, finding her shivering a bit at his touch. She was nervous, excited, scared and turned on all at the same time, and she knew it showed through her eyes for him to see, but she suddenly didn't care about anything else.
"Is this my Reba wearing a thong?" She shook her head, feeling his erection pressing into her thigh. She wanted him so badly she could barely contain herself.
"I'm not yours anymore." He nodded, pulling his hand out of her pants and bringing her with him to a standing position. He kissed her again as their tongues fought, the whole time they rushed up the stairs towards her room, stumbling and tripping over one another. He fell on top of her upon the bed as they removed one another's clothing, faster than she ever thought possible. They didn't even move to lie beneath the covers of the bed before he reached between them and made a connection.
Synchronistic gasps escaped their mouths, dying in a kiss as their hips began to meet. She wrapped her legs around his waist, running her fingertips down his back while their stomach muscles flexed together. His hands caressed her thighs before running up her legs, over her hips and to her bare breasts. She bit his bottom lip as the pace quickened, causing him to groan.
"Oh, I've missed you." She let a small laugh escape her lips, but became too distracted as he pushed harder into her body. Her back arched off the bed, pushing her closer to him as his lips left marks on her neck, and her palms held tightly to his shoulders.
He placed his hands behind her knees and pushed them towards her chest, falling deeper and causing her to gasp in pleasure. It didn't take her long at all to begin shivering beneath him, the waves of her orgasm rushing throughout her veins and curling her toes as he continued to push through. And, just as quickly as they had begun, he came inside of her and collapsed atop her sweaty body, listening to her breathe so close to his ear.