It was a cold winter night, and the mere sight of Reba lying under that man just turned Brock inside out, he couldn't make out who that man was but Reba's moans were loud. it had been 5 years, but he was never truly over her, and he knew she wasn't over him, it had been the first time in 5 years Reba had been touched by another man, and it made Brock jealous as hell. By the moans in Reba's tender voice Brock knew she had been enjoying it, but she always had her limits, as Brock stared in awe he could tell Reba was becoming uncomfortable, that same man who was making Reba moan in a way not even Brock could, suddenly became rough, and rough wasn't what Reba was used to, Brock thought about going in, but what would he say? what would Reba think? would this be the time to tell Reba how he felt? Reba started screaming, but it was a pleasurable scream, was rough the new Reba? after an hour of hearing that red head yell and moan Brock had seen Reba bend in ways he didn't know she could, from top to bottom, standing up to sitting down, on her knee's to all fours, Brock never thought he would see that side of Reba, let alone see that side of Reba with a man she had just met.
Brock couldn't stand the sight of this madness for another second. He tore himself away from her room window and walked back home, still with the vision of Reba with another man. His mind constantly running in confusion, thoughts that was to overwhelming to dwell in.
"I thought she still loved me?" he asked himself repeatedly.
"I thought I had a second chance with her?"
When he got home, he came to the conclusion that Reba has moved on, that she finally got what she had wanted, whatever it is that may be. He felt it was time for him to back away and let her be happy. He did not want to bring anymore pain and heartache into her life by getting in between the love she is in now. Although this is tough for Brock to do, he feels he must do it, that's the only way he can see himself supporting Reba's happiness. Even if it was not with him.
Meanwhile, what Brock didn't know was back at Reba's house, she was screaming in regretment. This man, touching her, kissing her, holding her the way she liked to be held, was not a man she loved. Every tender kiss he placed on her lips, every brush of his hand against her skin, every move he made in her, Reba regretted all of it. But no, she dare not stop him. As much as she hated the things she was allowing him to do her, she enjoyed every part of it.
She was battling her confusion,
"Why does this seem so wrong?"
"And why am I not stopping him?"
He grabbed her harder onto him, making sure she wouldn't slip through his grasp. He was getting close and so was she. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "I'll do anything for you." In an instant flash, it came to her. This confusion was caused because of Brock. She secretly is still in love with him, and those were the exact words he used to whisper in her ear. Reba, was certain that this man, who has taken control of her body, was not the man she loved. Reba screaming in pleasure, and started to cry in disagreement. She held on to him tight, and closed her eyes, trying to hide what she was feeling inside, he knew she was close, so he gave it one last thrust and before he could make another move she came, clenching on to him, anticipating the moment it would end, she felt dirty, this felt wrong… she wanted Brock, she loved him.
Finally, he slowly pulled himself of out of her, and she hid her face from him. Reba was not in the right state of mind for sweet talk after making love, for this was not "making love." tears rolled down the side of her face, "what did I just do?" she mumbled under her breath.
