She breathed in deep and opened the door. There, standing in front of her, was the blue-eyed blond.
The blue-eyed blond she tried to erase from her mind. The one who seemed to crawl under Reba's skin whenever they were around each other. The dreaded one that she wanted to avoid at all costs since her actions last night.
"Hey there best friend," Barbara Jean said with a smile on her face.
"Shut up," Reba snapped. "I am not in the mood for company right now."
"Sorry," Barbara Jean sing-songed as she walked into the house. "So what did you do last night after the party?" She asked sincerely with a smile.
Reba's heart almost stopped. "What's it to you?" She retorted.
"Sheesh, Reba. 'Twas just a question. I saw your light on in your bedroom when I got up to pee. What were ya doin-- Ooo! Did you get lucky with Mr. Andrew?" She did a little dance and her eyes widened at the thought of Reba finally having a man.
"What? No! Barbara Jean, did you not see the ring on his finger?" Reba couldn't believe the words that were blurted out. Did she, herself, not see the ring on her ex-husband's hand? Did she not realize she was betraying her best friend?
"What ring? Blah, oh-well. So, no one came home with you last night?" She paused a second and scrunched up her mouth into a pouting expression. "So you were liquored up and all alone?" she said in a somber tone.
"What does it matter? Why are you so worried about what I did last night?" Reba couldn't get the words out fast enough, though once they were said she wanted to choke on them.
"Reba, why are you being so.. defensive? I am just tryin' to see if anyone tried to mess with my best friend," the blond stated in a snobbish way. " 'Cause I swear.." she put her finger up, but was cut off.
"Oh, fine. I confess, Barbara Jean. I did have a man over last night. It was absolutely amazing. We held each other and I think I am in love again."
Barbara Jeans face dropped in amazement. "No, way!" She ran to hug Reba.
"Stop!" Reba held up her hands up in front of her so BJ couldn't get to her.
BJ let out a huff, "Well, can you at least tell me who it was?"
"You're a donkey. I was joking. I just wanted you to shut up." She sighed, "that obviously failed." She stood up and went into the kitchen.
"So about last night..." Barbara Jean started.
"You know what I have always wondered?" Reba turned to look at BJ. "If an adult has an IQ of a five year old like you, would smacking it be child abuse?!"
"Hmm, maybe... Oh!" BJ jumped a little. "My butt is vibrating."
"Your what is what?"
"My butt," she paused a second, "is vibrat- Oh, there it goes again."
"Barbara Jean, how can your butt be vibrating?"
BJ put her hand on her back pocket. "Ohhhh, it's my phone." She gives a sly smile to Reba. "Would ya lookie here. It is Brock callin."
"Oh." Reba's heart started racing.
"Hey there Pookie."
Pookie? Reba mouthed and stuck her tongue out in a disgusted manner.
"Uh-huh," Barbara Jean nodded and smiled. "Oh! Really?" Her voice turned into a pleasurable tone. "Tonight?" She giggled slightly. "Aw Pookie-bear, you are going to make me blush. I will be home in a minute." She placed the phone back in her pocket and turned to Reba. "Well, that is my cue to head out. See ya in the mornin'- Well, maybe not until the afternoon 'cause it is going to be and awfully looong night." She shook her butt toward Reba while closing the door behind her.
Reba listened to the blond heading home yelling and sing-songing 'bow-chica-bow-wow.' She sighed hard realizing that Brock would not be on his way over tonight seeing how he will have his hands full with the half-wit that just left the house. A nauseating feeling came to her, but why? Did she really think he would come back? Why did she believe him? Why did she trust him? Why did she let herself get caught up in the moment? Tears crystallized Reba's eyes as she shuffled into her room and crawled into bed. She curled up with her pillows and covers. She took in a deep breath and his aroma was still on the sheets. Tears descended from her eyes and fell to the pillow confessing her love for him. Confessions of the one who grabbed her by the heart and walked away with it in his hands still dripping with her love for him. Confessions of her ex husband. The way he held her and made her feel like she was the only person that existed. The way he would talk to her knowing that she was lingering on every word. The way his touch would ignite the wildfires she thought were long gone.
She shouldn't have let her wall down. She was the fool again. The one who was walked all over. The one that was defeated.
Once the tears ceased falling and her body stopped shaking, Reba went into the bathroom to start the water for a warm bath. Thoughts still raced through her mind threatening tears again.
"Would you get over it already. He's gone. He has been gone," she confessed aloud while slipping into the tub. The soap bubbles formed around her body failing miserably at trying to bring comfort.
She closed her eyes as an attempt to help herself relax. There was no need, or good reason, why she should be feeling this way. She hated having little 'pity parties' for one. She didn't deserve it. She's the one who jumped the gun and was shot down. She was the one at fault for believing someone who hurt her once already.
"Why did I fall so fast and so hard?" She questioned the steam and bubbles around her. "I swore I wouldn't let myself do this, and here I am betraying my own words. My own personal promises." She sighed, almost hoping that would be explanation enough for herself. It was, for now at least.
She continued talking to herself while the bath water warmed her body. Finally she was comfortable and relaxed when there was a slight knock at the door. Not caring who it was she just ignored it figuring whoever it was would just leave. She was wrong once again. She heard footsteps on the stairs and grunted.
"Who the hell could this be?" She thought while stepping out of the tub and putting her bathrobe on.
The red head opened the door after hearing the footsteps stop. She gasped and closed the door promptly after seeing who was staring back at her.
"Why are you here?" Reba's emotions filled her voice.
"I told you I would be back," Brock's voice was sympathetic.
"Well, I figured with the way your wife left you wouldn't be back at all." Reba was hurt and this was just digging the knife in deeper.
"Listen, Reba," Brock turned the knob and pushed the door open a crack. "I don't know why she was acting like that."
"Sounded like she was goin' home to a loving husband. A husband who had a few ideas on his mind." She pushed the door shut almost catching Brock's fingers.
"Please let me in so I can talk to you."
"Sounds like you are doin a fine job of it where ya are." Reba didn't want to look at him. It hurt too much even knowing he was on the other side of the door.
Brock looked at the wood that separated him from his ex wife and sighed. "Reba, please." He pleaded.
"Fine," she sighed.
She opened the door quickly and Brock fell through the opening landing on his hands and knees. While standing up he thanked Reba and noticed that she the only clothing covering her body was her robe. He found his appetite for her to be in his arms growing. He wanted to taste her lips again.
"So," Reba said with a little hint of empathy in her voice, "why did you call her. You had to've known she was over here."
"That is why I called her," Brock's eyes were filled with emotion and what seemed to be tears. "I didn't want you to feel more uncomfortable." He took her hand in his. "I called to tell her that I needed to talk to her about something important."
Reba pulled her hand away quickly. "So you told her about this? About us? Brock, I can't believe you!"
"Reba, please. Calm down."
"How on Earth am I supposed to do that Brock? Please explain this to me, I would love to hear your explanation." She leaned her back against the door with her hand on the knob.
"Because I didn't talk to her about us. At all." He paused to lift Reba's face with his hands. She sighed in embarrassment and he continued, "I told her that I couldn't find one of her beanie babies."
They both chuckled.
"So you really didn't say anything about us?" A slight smile cracked from Reba's lips.
"Not a word." He returned the smile while looking over his ex wife's body once more. The desire, the want of the connection he sought with her was stronger than ever. He reached out, grabbed her hips and dragged her against him. She felt a tingle roll through her body at his touch while she pressed against him. Resisting was not an option here, she pulled him to her for a long, hot and hungry kiss. Her tongue traveled across Brock's lips while her hands rested softly on his chest and her fingers slowly brushed up and down his shirt. She coaxed him over to the bed with her alluring gestures and gently pushed him to sit on the edge.
She stepped away from him, "You are sure this is what you want?" He could see her playing with the cloth belt which held her robe shut. He managed to nod slowly after taking in her beauty. Seeing his craving eyes brought a smile to Reba's lips. She couldn't help but to giggle.
Oh, the giggle. The contagious laugh that constantly melted Brock's heart and made his knees buckle. At least he was sitting this time. He couldn't help but notice that her robe parted slightly revealing some of her pale body. He raised an eyebrow at his ex wife's figure. She was, some how, more beautiful tonight. She had a glow to her, some kind of noticeable confidence that she lacked the night before.
Reba sauntered back to her position, just inches away from Brock. She looked him in the eyes while leaning her body closer to his. He fell to his back and a sly smile formed on his face. She slowly slid her hands up Brock's chest while climbing onto the bed. Placing kisses on his neck she searched for the bottom of his shirt. She knew she should be doing this again, but the thought soon disappeared when she scrunched up her ex husband's shirt. Being anything but gentle, she ripped it over Brock's head and threw it against the door. She smirked, more to herself than to the man laying beneath her, while trailing her finger over his stomach and chest. She had many desires at this point, and saw in his eyes that he shared them as well.
Slowly, but progressively, they were entwined with one another again. Though, tonight was more passionate than last. They expressed the love they had for each other in whispered secrets and rapture filled gasps. Brock's hands roamed Reba's warm skin acknowledging every curve of her body. She reacted by arching herself to the seductive passing of his fingertips. They were complete again, on their cloud where no one could see them, touch them, hear them, or bother them. The gasps soon turned into lustrous screams of passion in the night. They held each other closer than ever feeling their bodies meld into one. They lead each other past the happiness they found last night and journeyed into love. The love they longed for every passing night without each other during those six years. They found it tonight and conquered every part of it.
Ew.. ok. I blame lack of sleep on this chapter... tho I do chuckle when I read about Barbara Jean's vibrating butt!
HUGE thank you to Nessa.. for the help and kicks in the ass to keep me in line. Love ya girlie!
Hope y'all enjoyed it, and OOOO so can't wait to start writing the next section!!
Sorry it is short... was gonna go on, but it would have been just blah and stfu and end this part already
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