"Well, I am here for you, and I can see that you have been holding this in far too long. Please, share your story with me, here, now." He gave her a smile and a kiss on the forehead before grabbing a towel to sit on in front of her...
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Reba sat there for a moment taking in her ex husbands words. She started at the beginning, before the divorce, before their therapy even started. She explained everything she was feeling, tears fell constantly which forced her to sob through her whole story. Words poured out of her mouth revealing the secrets of her past. The depression that caused her to take pills for a while, the insomnia that followed, the fear of being alone finally coming true, and the many nights she cried herself to sleep, emphasizing the ones before the divorce. Her story was long and heart-filled, but Brock sat there patiently, attentive, and found himself sobbing along with Reba. He also found himself falling, even more, in love with the red-head. Some how during the past six years he let her intelligence and strength slip by him. He didn't realize how much she had to overcome and all the burdens that she held on her own shoulders. Never once did she point a finger to anyone but herself.
Her story was cut short by a knock at the bathroom door.
"Mom?" It was Jake again.
"Oh my God!" Reba whispered. "Um, hey honey.. uh.." She looked at Brock wide-eyed and began to panic.
"Who are you talkin' to in there?" She could hear the curiosity in her son's voice.
"Uh, crap" she sighed to herself. "No one sweetie, I was..." she took in a small breath "um, talking to myself." She let out another sigh in hopes that the, now, teenager would believe the lie. She hated lying, especially to her family, but right now, in this moment, it was the only thing she could do. She didn't want to have to explain to, of all people, her youngest child why she was in the bathroom with his father, her ex, the one she swore to everyone she would never go back to.
Jake rolled his eyes, "ok." He could tell by the tone of his mother's voice she was lying. She wasn't good at it- at all, though he went on as if knowing nothing. "Do you mind if I go to Tommy's house for the weekend?"
"Sure. Make sure you take your toothbrush this time." Reba rolled her eyes and looked at Brock while shaking her head.
He shrugged. What could he do. At least he wasn't talking when Jake came up.
They heard the bedroom door shut and both let out a long sigh.
"Reba," Brock took her in his arms. "I am so sorry for all of this..."
"Brock, listen.." she paused and took in a deep breath, "laying beside you last night, feeling you against me, it felt so right. But I know it is wrong. You are still married. I cannot do this to Barbara Jean. Even though it hurt so much at times I wished bad things, I overcame that and have accepted her as, I hate to say, a friend. We cannot continue this at all until your divorce is final. And even after that we need to have a long talk about this. We have to be one hundred percent sure about our decision."
"I completely understand, but just remember, you can always come to me." He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. "No matter what it is, my ears are always open to you. I love you, Reba."
"Oh, Brock. I love you too, but seriously... I will feel so much better when the papers come in. I need that closure."
She looked up and gave him a seductive smile. She couldn't help it. She wanted him more than anything in the world, more than the air that was needed to stay alive. Her hands moved up his arms to the back of his neck and she pulled him to her softly. He met her lips with an affectionate kiss. He, this time, wanted to resist her. He couldn't, it was impossible for him to. He loved her with all his heart and wanted nothing more than to be with her- beside her again.
He managed to pull himself away. "I should get going then. You have my cell number if you want to talk, hun." Somehow he was able to put a small smile on as he grabbed his clothes from the closet. He turned his back to Reba and began dressing himself when he felt something warm press against him. He knew the feeling, the warmth of his ex wife could not be mistaken for anything. He turned to see the beauty standing in front of him with her robe open. A devilish smile formed on his face and before he knew it Reba's hands were pressed hard against his back, her nails digging into his skin trying to pull him closer.
"Reba," his voice cracked a little.
"Shh." Reba hushed him and pushed him through the doorway into the bedroom.
As she floated over to him, she gave him a smile that made his heart start to race. He helped her robe slip from her shoulders exposing her bare body to him. He couldn't pry his eyes off her for the life of him. He took in as much beauty as he could until she pressed against him once more. Where their bodies touched sparks ignited the wild fires within them. The love they had for each other, subsequently, turned into lust. Consumed by each other's embrace they found their rhythm again and soon forgot about everything around them. At this point in time nobody, nothing, else mattered. Reba had her true love with her expressing the infatuation they shared for one another through passionate movements that came to them naturally.
Sharing their hidden, intimate secrets with one another invoked mental pleasure. Rapture filled screams echoed through the room making her flush more than ever. He knew specifically what to do to her. He remembered, after all these years, he still remembered precisely what made her happy. She was thankful for it and returned the moves she knew turned him on. It wasn't long before they were fulfilling the desirable needs they both yearned for. They guided each other to happiness.
She rolled onto her side and pushed against his bare skin under the sheet that barely covered their bodies. Brock helped her with his arm, pulling her as close as he could. He let his hand roam her body waiting for a reaction, which he encountered soon enough. She took his hand in hers and guided it where she wanted, needed, craved for him to be. Reba's hunger for him grew immensely and initiated the first move again. She impassionedly called out his name and he grumbled something deep in his throat. No apprehensible words needed to be expressed, they knew what they wanted, what they needed. They were lost in the passion again, restless in each others arms.
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Reba remained in the bed staring at the ceiling with a smug grin on her face. "Well, so much for waiting for the papers." She knew it was wrong. She was betraying Barbara Jean- a friend. The one thing she vowed never to do, she just did again. Rummaging for a better excuse than 'I love him,' Reba couldn't come to a better conclusion. She loved him and that was that.
Still confused by his ex wife's actions, Brock finished his shower and dressed quickly. Stepping into the bedroom he saw Reba curled in a ball facing the wall. "Sweetie?" he said with affection. "Are you ok?" He sat on the corner of the bed.
"Yeah," she sighed lightly. "I am sorry, Brock. I must be confusing the hell out of you. Go home to her."
Brock could hear the bleakness in her voice, it hurt him to leave as well. "Only if you are going to be ok." He put his arm around her and gave her a warming hug.
"I will be fine." She rolled over and gave him a long passionate kiss before he rose from the bed. "I will miss you."
"I will be over as soon as I can." He hesitated for a minute. "I love you, Reba."
She nodded and smiled. "I love you too, Brock."
He bent over to kiss her again and felt her arms clasp behind him. Subconsciously he lowered himself to her and let his hands begin to examine her body once more. She arched her body at every touch. She didn't want him to go he felt too good. She knew it sounded corny but to her, he completed her. She chuckled at the thought making Brock break their kiss. Confusion was in his eyes.
Reba shook her head. "I was just thinkin' of something." She looked down.
"Oh, so now you are goin-"
"No, I was thinking of that stupid movie... You complete me." She smiled and met his lips again.
"So the mystery is solved. You think about movies while we are together." Gives her an eye an smirks.
"Nope. I think about us. How our life is like a movie. How it is going to be the perfect movie." She smiled and pulled him to her again. "Once everything falls into place." She let out one of her contagious giggles. "Though you need to go. Go home to her. I will be here, like usual." She cringed at the words that came out of her mouth. She didn't want to say them, but she knew she had to.
Brock regretted breaking the kiss now. He had to go home... To Barbara Jean. He sighed heavily, "Fine, but you know I will be back."
Reba sat up and the covers fell to her lap exposing her pale body again. "You better have those papers soon." She chuckled again. She knew he would be back that night, she would be in his arms again, complete again.
Brock just shook his head as he walked out of the room. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a minute before making his way home.
