Title: Surrender to Love
Chapter 10: A little bit of action
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Previously- Reba clicked off the telephone. Brock stood by her bed. His eyebrow raised in amused contempt. His mouth curved into a mocking smile. "Now, the plot thickens!"
"Brock, please leave. I'm tired and I want to go to bed."
"If that's the way it's going to be."
Reba's body relaxed as Brock turned and walked to the door, but the relief was short lived. He shut the door, remaining in the room. She felt the tension returning fiercely as he walked over to her bed again and sat down. "Now, you have some explaining to do. And we have privacy to argue, if need be."
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"Cheyenne is at Jack Morgan's house," Reba began.
"I gathered that," Brock responded.
"Cheyenne was adopted as a baby. Her adopted mother, Sara had no other family. Sara's husband died of a heart attack when Cheyenne was five years old. I met Cheyenne and Sara when I moved here. Six months later, Sara died of cancer, and Cheyenne moved in here. I've been raising her. She's twenty years old."
Brock's expression darkened. "I remember how old she is, but you told me that she was dead. You said that she died when she was three days old."
Reba gasped. "I don't remember telling you that. When?"
"It was during our relationship before the accident."
"Hmmph, our relationship? Look, we told everyone that Cheyenne died, including my father. And for the record, we didn't have a relationship. As far as I'm concerned, I got pregnant from a one night stand, a mistake I rectified when I married Mike."
"I'm going to forget that you said that. Why is Cheyenne at Jack's house?"
"Jack has always been like a father to her. He and I dated for a while until a year ago. Cheyenne and Kyra adore him. He promised to be there for them anytime they needed him. They call him Uncle Jack. Cheyenne needed a man to talk to for advice. She didn't know that Mike was here."
"What does she know about Mike?"
"She's never met him, but I've always been honest with her. She knows everything about me. I'm trying to help her not to repeat my mistakes."
"So, you've told her about me?"
"Yes."
"You consider our relationship to be a mistake, though it produced two beautiful daughters? And it was a relationship."
"I believe I've used the word, mistake often in reference to you. Our 'involvement' was a mistake, with the exception of Kyra and Samantha. Being involved with you was a painful experience for me."
"It hasn't exactly been a bed of roses for me either. So why didn't you tell her that I was here?"
"It slipped my mind."
"Just like you forgot that I was here earlier when Mike carried you down here?" Brock looked at her with an icy, impenetrable glare.
Reba met Brock's glare with a stony look of her own. "I haven't forgotten your uninvited presence in my home."
"Uninvited, but not unwanted."
"Says who?"
"Me. Should we pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted?" His eyes raked boldly over her. He pulled her roughly, almost violently to her.
She had to endure his punishing kiss. She pulled away from him. "No, please don't do this. The kiss upstairs was a mistake. I don't want you anymore."
"Judging from your responses to my kisses I'd say you still want me."
Brock's nearness kindled feelings of fire. Her feelings for him were impulsive and irrational. The attraction felt so wrong, and yet she couldn't fight it for very long. "Yes, I'm still attracted to you, but it doesn't mean much. I haven't had sex in years. I'm sexually frustrated. I don't love you or want you back in my life in any permanent way. I'm in love with Mike and I'm marrying him. Understand?"
"I think we understand each other. And we want each other badly. So, what do you say to one last time? Then maybe it will be out of our systems for good."
"So, this is a one night stand, purely physical with no emotions?" No lovemaking, just hot sex?"
"The best we've ever had."
Her breast tingled against the silky fabric of her blouse. Her heart thumped uncomfortably. A quiver surged through her veins. "Do you actually think you can make me forget about Mike while we're doing this? Do you think that you can drive me so wild with passion that I'll cry out your name in ecstasy?" Reba threw out the words without meaning to make it a challenge.
But Brock took it as one. His demanding lips recaptured hers. His hands removed the obstacle of her nightgown before touching her. He teased her peaks into hardness and tasted her burning flesh. Her lips touched his neck. Her tongue tasted his salty skin at the base of his neck.
Quick flashes of memory came over Reba. With every touch, images came to mind. She felt the recollections of Brock's soft, probing kisses, the way his hands stroked her milky skin, the warmth of his embrace, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, and then the love that used to burst through her body and soul before and after he brought her to the zenith. She's fallen for him even longer than he realized. She deeply loved him when they were married. She realized that a piece of her would go on loving him still after they parted again for the final time.
Reba closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of musk on him as his mouth explored the soft regions of hers. She clung more tightly to him, pressing her fingers into his back in passionate urgency. Brock responded by pulling away from her for a few seconds to remove his clothing, the last barrier between them. He looked down at the woman on the bed. Her scarlet locks were scattered on the pillow behind her head. Her lips were curved into the most inviting smile. But her eyes were still closed.
"Reba?"
"Yeah."
"Open your eyes and look at me!"
"Okay, what's wrong?"
"I just wanted to make sure that you really know who you're with right now."
"Of course, I know who I'm with. Did you think I fell asleep? I'm burning up inside and it's all because of you. My body is yours for the taking." Along with a piece of my heart. She opened her eyes and savagely reclaimed his lips. Her fingers traveled down his body to explore his male torso.
His mouth covered the pressure points of her body again, and he sensed her readiness for him. His fingertips traveled lightly down to her thighs. His hands parted the thighs and entered her sensitive flesh. He teased her, gently stroking. "Tell me how much you want me."
"I want you, Brock. I need you to give me what my body is crying out for, what my body has always craved when I'm with you."
Her answer didn't satisfy him as much as he thought it would. He wanted to hear the words that she'd never say. "Reba, I can't. It's killing me to do this, but we have to stop. I want more than sex from you. This was lovemaking and not just scratching an old itch. I will never be able to get enough of this after tonight. The only way I'll continue this is if you tell me that you love me. If you do, I'll expect Holliway to get his walking papers in the morning."
"I'm marrying Mike and that's final. But for the record, Mike was just giving me a massage in here tonight. There's no way I would've made love with him right after kissing you like that."
Brock beamed. "A part of me is glad to hear that. But I think that you're doing the wrong thing. I love you, Reba and I'm going to keep telling you until you believe it."
She rose up on her elbows. "You are very troublesome, you know that? I think you should return home in a couple of days, Brock. It would be best for everyone. The next time I see you should be at my wedding."
Brock got up and pulled his pants on before grabbing the rest of his clothes and leaving. "Good night, Red. I hope that someday you'll wake up and realize how much I love you."
Reba put her nightgown back on. She was too troubled by what had just occurred to sleep peacefully, so she decided to work out her feelings before going to sleep. She reached for the laptop at her bedside.
Reba turned off her laptop. Loving Brock wasn't being fair to anyone. She deserved better than that manipulative, conniving man. He only wants what he can't have. She wasn't being fair to Mike, allowing Brock into her thoughts and making her ache for him. But no more of that for her. Tomorrow, Cheyenne would be home and Mike would be reunited with their daughter.
Brock awoke with alarm to hear Reba's cries. He looked at the time. She was loud enough to wake the dead, or at least the whole household at three o'clock in the morning! He rushed to her room to see what was the matter. He sat on her bed, gently shaking her awake. "Red, wake up. You're having a nightmare."
Reba opened her eyes and gasped when she saw his face, sobbing softer now.
He took her in his arms, cradling her and gently stroking her hair to calm her. "You almost woke up the girls. What's wrong?"
She sighed. "You wouldn't care."
He raked his fingers through his hair. "Try me. I'm here, aren't I?"
"I just don't know if I'll be able to get back to sleep. I feel so guilty about what happened earlier."
"Just consider it forgotten, okay? I'll stay with you until you calm down, and then I'm going back to bed." Brock laid down in the bed, holding Reba against his bare chest still stroking her reddish locks.
"Please don't go. I don't want to be alone tonight. I need you."
"Reba, you would try the patience of a saint. I'll stay until just before the girls wake up. I don't want to confuse them."
"I know, but this just feels so good." She drifted back to sleep.
Brock knew that tenderness would work with her eventually. He just needed to keep her guessing about the shifting of moods.
He awoke early the next morning to see Reba still asleep in his arms. He stayed still just watching her sleep for a few minutes until he decided to go back to his bed before it was too late. He tried to ease her out of his arms without waking her up with little success.
She stirred beside him and slowly opened her eyes. "Hi."
"Good morning, I was just going back to bed. I tried not to wake you."
"It's okay. I needed to get up soon anyway. I want to talk about last night."
"There's no need to. It's okay."
"No, it's not. When you left the room, I felt so horrible about how things ended. I want you to know that if it was just sex I was after, I could've had it with Jack a long time ago. I loved you for a long time."
"Did you just say that you love me? Maybe I was hasty in leaving. Oh, honey, it feels so good to hear you say that." Brock's face became more animated. The smile on his lips and the almost hopeful glint in his eyes were plain to see.
Reba chose her words carefully, biting her lower lip. For a long moment, she looked back at him wordlessly. Finally, she managed to answer. "But I don't love you in the way that a wife loves a husband because that's how I love Mike. That's why I'm remarrying him."
His low voice was a little awkward as he responded, "So, how do you love me?"
"We're just too different. It will never work to be together anymore."
"What makes you say that it will never work out? You haven't given it a real chance."
She gently brushed his cheek with her fingertips. "I remember how wonderful you were with the girls after they were born and how much you wanted to be their father after Mike left me. You amaze me, inspire me, thrill me, and slightly frighten me all at the same time. But when you think about all the things that drove us apart, it's easy to see why this is not our destiny. Mike and I separate and end up back together again and again."
He took her palm and kissed it, looking deep into her eyes. "But you and I do, too. Time never eases the loneliness or let the love die just because we're apart. And we never could bring ourselves to fully commit to new relationships."
"You just don't understand. There are things you don't know about that won't go away."
Brock kept her hand in his gasp. Just then before any more could be said, Cheyenne rushed to the room. "Mom, I'm home."
Reba turned to see her bubbly daughter burst into the room just like she did any other time she came home from college. Reba was filled with humiliation and flushed in shame at being caught in bed with Brock.
And yet, Cheyenne didn't seem to mind at all. She just rushed up to Brock, filled with joyful anticipation. "Oh my, I can't believe it! I've been waiting my whole life to meet you." She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
Reba swallowed hard, mentally preparing to explain.
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