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.
Laying in his arms, in her safe zone-her comfort zone, Reba placed tantalizing kisses on Brock's neck. His reaction was habitual yet exquisite. He pulled her close and rolled onto his side facing her. Gradually passing his eyes over his ex wife's body once more he placed a delicate kiss on her forehead. Her eyes sparkled with passion, delight, and enchantment.
Shifting her body weight Reba looked over Brock's shoulder and a sigh escaped her mouth.
"What is it?" Brock's voice was soothing.
"You can't spend the full night here, Brock." She paused and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "She will wonder where you are."
Brock sighed in agreement with Reba. "Yeah. With my luck she will barge through your door."
"Or climb through my window," Reba added softly.
"Seriously?"
"Don't sound so surprised, Brock. We are talking about Barbara Jean here. She is the one who asked me to be her Matron of Honor." Reba saw him nodding out of the corner of her eye and chuckled.
"So I guess I have to get dressed." Brock stated the obvious while rolling out of the bed.
"Well, you don't have to," she smiled at her ex husband as he turned on his heels to face her. "But ya may want to. Not sure what people would think of you walking down the street in ya birthday suit."
"True." He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay, to be with his ex wife all night, to have her in his arms again.
Brock dressed slowly, he wanted to stay as long as he could. Even if it wasn't next to her, just being in the same room as Reba was enough for him. He grabbed his wallet and searched for his phone, which was discovered on the floor near the foot of the bed. Retrieving it, he placed the silver device in his pocket and made his way back to Reba. Kissing her lightly on the forehead, he smiled, "I will be thinking of you." He was always thinking of her, at home, in the shower, at night while Barbara Jean would be talking to him, he never could fully evacuate the image or words of his ex wife from his mind.
"As I will be of you, Brock." She hugged his neck and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Now, go on before she climbs through the window."
Shaking his head in disbelief of his wife's previous actions he stood and exited the room.
His stride was surprisingly quick in pace on the way home. He needed to reach the house and slip into bed undetected by the sleeping blond wearing the second wedding band he had to buy. He hated the fact that he had to pussyfoot around his own home, but being with Reba was well worth it. Hell, he would hang from his toes for her.
Upon arriving at the door Brock took in a deep breath and hoped the click of the lock wouldn't wake Barbara Jean. He lurked into his home and secured the door behind him. Turning to walk up the stairs a familiar silhouette caught his eye. It was Barbara Jean. Standing in the darkness her face was the only feature illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window. Brock slowly retreated down the stairs without removing his gaze from Barbara Jean's rage and tear filled eyes. Brock noticed the flashing red light on the answering machine out of the corner of his eye as he arrived at the base of the stairs. Unsure of what to do, or say, he continued to inch closer to his wife. Though with his first step toward her, Barbara Jean's finger pushed the play button down. Faint cries and compassionate moans broke the silence in the room followed by the sounds of Brock's and Reba's lips meeting each other's exposed skin. The sounds emerging from the recorder were barely audible, but deafening to Brock's ears as he listened to the nightmare that only an hour ago was his heaven-like dream. It became worse as the tape played on and continued with their passionate I love you's in between the pleasurable outcries of intimate indulgence.
Though unseen because of the blackness around them, hysteria spilled across Brock's face. He managed to remember one specific moment a few hours prior to this encounter with his wife. A mere three second moment that he thought was nothing to worry about. The moment when Reba playfully slipped his pants to the floor and a grimace showed on her face as she climbed onto the bed. She said she had stepped on something in one of his pockets. Forgetting he walked there they just figured it was his keys, unfortunately it was his phone. He cursed 'one touch dialing' as well as himself for not spending the extra fifty dollars for a flip phone. He was, for once, lost for words. He was racking his brain for something, anything, to say. He saw Barbara Jean's frame shaking, from anger or from sadness he was not sure which, but he did know he was the reason. Opening his mouth to somehow apologize for his actions, Barbara Jean cut him off.
"Get out!" She shouted while thrusting her hand up in the air and pointed toward the door. Tears glistened in the moonlight as they rolled silently down her face. "Get out!" She repeated her command as if Brock didn't hear her the first time. She grabbed every object within arm's reach books, pillows, pictures- everything and threw it at Brock. As he scrambled to close the door behind him he heard a loud crash against the door and pieces fall to the floor. He peered through the window to see Barbara Jean on her hands and knees holding the crumpled vinyl tape against her cheek with her mouth agape and quivering.
First off I need to give a tremendous thanks to Nessa who helped me write this section too lols... HUGE help! Thank you so much!!!
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