Chapter 13

After the family decides to go on a trip to Hawaii, will memories and feelings resurface for Brock and Reba?

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✵ Happy Fourth of July! ✵

This chapter would be the reason as to why this story is rated M. It's going to be really long compared to the other chapters, so prepare yourself! (; I think this is the one you guys have all been waiting for, so please leave me a review, I'm excited to know what you think! :)

✋ RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW ↴ ✋

Reba leaned out of his arms so that she could face him, tears glistening in her eyes. She needed to tell him in some way. She had to get it off her chest. Seeing Henry, a perfect, happy, and healthy little boy just tore her up. How could something so innocent and beautiful cause so much damage and pain to her? She hated having these emotions when Brock had already moved on with a new family, but she couldn't live without him, and she knew that. It was awfully painful to have him present, but to not have him there at all would be the death of her. Reba didn't know what to do, and these thoughts were eating her alive. She looked down to her feet and slowly rose her eyes back up to look into Brock's. It took every ounce of courage she could muster and she finally spoke, "If Barbra Jean isn't her, then I hope you find someone you can't live without. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to try to live without them," she said strongly, despite the sadness in her eyes.

The realization finally hit Brock. She needed him just as much as he needed her, and it had taken him this long to find that out. He finally knew how he felt, and this was his chance to tell her. It might be the only chance he would ever have. He looked deep into her blue pools and whispered, "Oh but darling, I do. It's like having the world right there, right in the palm of your hand, but not being able to grasp it." He took her face in his palms, fondling her porcelain skin with his thumbs on either side of her face.

And Reba knew, she couldn't stop the feeling from spreading over her body. She couldn't stop it from possessing her and saying the words that had been lingering on the tip of her tongue for the past seven years. As Brock's face came closer to hers, their eyes locked in a daze so intense, they wouldn't know it if a volcano erupted right beside them. She loved him. And he loved her. There was no denying it. No, it wasn't a million fireworks going off like when they had been in a younger love. There was neither an explosion, nor eruption of love. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out. Their lips were millimeters apart and they shared the same breath as Brock's bottom lips barely touched hers. Goosebumps formed on her forearms as her eyelids began a slow descent to clasp with her bottom lid. Brock repeated her action and slowly, ever so slowly leaned inward until her lips were perfectly placed against his. It was then, that they lost all control, but it wasn't crude or lustful. It was affectionate and tender in every way possible. They began to move in synch to a rhythm they were so familiar with. Had it been twenty years or two days, there was no difference. It came naturally with them. They didn't have to pretend something was there, it was the act of pretending something wasn't there that was so difficult for them. All these years, all these pent up emotions and endearment came flooding through one another. Reba's arms bent up between her and Brock so that both of her hands were placed on his chest, but not like she was trying to push him away. Instead, she grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled his body closer to hers.

Brock's moist, desperate tongue crept past his own lips and found hers, silently begging and pleading for entry. Perhaps a thought ran through Reba's head. Maybe her morals and virtue tried to get through, but she pushed them to the back of her mind. She wanted this, she needed this. Her lips parted and her tongue connected fiercely with Brock's, twisting and intertwining with one another. She ran her tongue over the back of each of Brock's teeth; one by one, remembering them and recalling this feeling that felt so distant yet so familiar.

She tilted her head to the left and Brock instinctively tilted his to the right. His fingers brushed through her hair and stopped at the back of her neck. He held his hand there, bringing her face as close to his as he could and never letting go. He was scared that if he did, she'd retreat and run as far away from him as she could. He knew once this was over, she would have regrets and probably become distant. But he didn't want to think about that right now, so he continued to kiss her and if this would be his only chance, he would make it good. He was so completely happy at that particular moment, he was sure his body was going into overdose with endorphins.

Neither one wanted this to end, but their breaths were running short and although they wouldn't mind, they couldn't stay in this position forever. Reba's tongue retreated back into her own mouth and they each formed their lips back into a more puckered position until finally, their lips disconnected. They each inhaled a breath before opening their eyes to look at each other. Brock searched her face for regret, but there was only a lack there of. It would come later, he was sure. Her lips were swollen and scarlet red and her eyes were sparkling like a million galaxies invading the night sky. "You're so beautiful," he said breathlessly. His hands slid from her neck, down her arms, and to her hands where he held them gently and rubbed the back of them with his thumbs in pure adoration.

Reba usually never showed emotion, or at least she tried not to. And she was pretty damn good at it for her standards, but suddenly she couldn't control them. It was like her hormones went haywire and into overdrive. A tear began to form in her eye and the harder she tried to hide it, the more it pushed to the surface. Her vision was blurred and she tried to blink it away or make it discreet, but she knew Brock was staring her down. She knew he could see that stupid tear. Finally, it spilled over her bottom eyelashes, but Brock whisked it away with his thumb before it had a chance to streak down her cheek. She didn't have to say it, she knew he could see it and feel it, but she wanted him to know verbally too. It might have been wrong and juvenile to do such a thing to a married man, but she had already gone way past the line, so why not? She would already be considered the other woman to the other woman. It was wrong, there was no denying it and she wasn't trying to deny it right now. She wanted to say what she had been holding in for the past seven years. Her heart had pushed her deepest, darkest desire to the surface and there was no longer such a thing as holding it in. Her lip trembled as the words formed on her lips and trickled off of her tongue, "I love you."

Brock leaned towards her and placed his lips gently on her forehead. He let them linger there, still sky high on their kiss. He moved his lips down to the bridge of her nose and rested his forehead against hers. His breath tickled her skin as he whispered in the quietest of all voices, "I've always loved you."

No matter how hard it would be to elude this moment from the rest of the family, they weren't fighting it, and they didn't know how far it was going to go until one of them did. Brock withdrew his head from hers and stared deeply into her eyes. They were crystal blue, much like the waters they were standing by. And there was a distant tune being sang and the tempo was being strung by a ukulele. Had that begun while they were kissing? Maybe, but neither put much thought to it, they were too lost in each other.

Brock began to sway gently from side to side, rocking Reba with him simultaneously. He leaned forward, so that his lips barely touched the lobe of her ear. "Don't cry," he whispered so that only someone as close as she, could hear.

Reba's eyelids fell closed, and she smiled to herself, savoring this moment. His warm breath against her ear enraptured her in a feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time. He slowly tilted his head downward, allowing his lips to descend to her neck, capturing every microscopic pore in an overwhelming banter. Reba bit down on her lip, imagining his lips against her skin in her mind.

Brock stretched his lips apart, but kept his teeth together and pressed against her skin so that his teeth lay flat against it. Reba knew what was to come and the corners of her lips turned upward slightly as his jaw bone barely separated and he captured her skin in a mesmerizing, taunting nibble. He released the light clench he had her neck in and laid a simple, sweet peck on the spot he had just bit.

Reba lifted her chin so that Brock had better access, exposing her neck completely. Her breath was getting harder to capture, and she swallowed slowly, feeling the saliva that had built up from the anticipation, slide down her throat. She could imagine feeling him, extending the erotic nature to the very limits. And so her mouth watered as he kissed along the nape of her neck and across her collarbone. They were wading in dangerous, lascivious, and carnal waters, but the adrenaline was blurring all sane reasoning, leading only to no good intentions.

Brock released his grip on her small and fragile hands and moved along her arms to where they connected with her shoulders. "God, Reba," he mumbled against her skin. "I love you." His slightly calloused hands ran tentatively down her sides and rested gently on her hips. He could feel the bone protruding on either side and he used them as handles to lift her. It wasn't hard to do, given how light she was. Her feet levitated off the ground momentarily until she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Maybe this was delusional. Maybe it was based on the core intentions of amorousness. But maybe, those things were drenching and delicious if you really rolled around them.

Brock eased his head backward, his lips slowly retreating from her baby soft skin. He leaned back only inches, before lowering his head back towards her and they collided together in another fiery lip lock. He propped Reba on his hips so that she could hold herself up as he inched towards the hammock that was tied to two palm trees close by. It was hidden behind palms and little brush, but it had a perfect view of the ocean between the small clearing of plants. It seemed as if he were gliding over to it, he didn't feel anything under his feet, only the woman clinging to his body whilst showering his lips and neck with kisses. He felt the hammock hit his shins and he knew he had made it, blindly mind you.

Reba broke the kiss as Brock bent down so that she was hovering over the tight netting beneath her. Her legs eased lose around his torso and her feet found the way to the ground. Both Brock and Reba released their tight embrace simultaneously and Brock took a step back so that he could take his shirt off without hitting her. He crossed his wrists and gripped the hem of his shirt, before pulling it up over his head. It dropped carelessly to the ground and he paused, just to take in this beautiful woman in front of him that was giving him a mirrored expression. She pressed the heels of her feet on the ground, pushing her flip flops off and Brock followed her lead, by doing the same thing.

Reba reached out and grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled him closer to her. She took his hands which were dangling by his sides and carefully placed them at the bottom of her shirt, urging him to free her as well.

Brock smiled, letting her know he was fulfilling her command. His four fingers bent around the hem of her shirt and his thumb clasped down firmly. Reba raised her arms as he slid it over her head, her beautifully blessed face disappearing momentarily behind the fabric. Her shirt soon accompanied Brock's discarded one on the ground. He looked into her eyes, letting the distant music fill their ears once more as they froze in this secretive time capsule. His eyelids fell heavy as his face neared hers. He cupped her smooth jaw bone in the palm of his hand and he caressed it gently, before closing the gap between them and kissing her softly on the lips. She smiled against his and pressed herself more against him, forming a defined pucker lip so that they fit together like two puzzle pieces. She placed her fingers so lightly on his chest, he could have sworn they were feathers. She dragged her hands down, her nails running over his pecks and faint, but evident abs. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt the button of his jeans. It had been so long since she'd done this with a man, let alone her ex-husband. She broke the kiss briefly and looked to Brock to see if he noticed. That would've been terribly embarrassing.

Brock smiled knowingly and pecked her lips to reassure her. Reba swallowed the small lump in her throat and she resumed undoing his jeans. She slipped the button through the slit and held her fingers hesitantly in front of his zipper. Her eyes were shut, and Brock continued to kiss her, urging her to continue. She was nervous, it had been so long, it almost felt as if she were a virgin all over again. Mustering up all the courage she could, she gripped the zipper between her index finger and thumb and in one, swift motion, it was done. The zipper was down and the folds of his jeans were ajar. Her fingers glided over to his waist line and she hooked a finger on either side of his belt loops. Briskly, she pulled them down, unintentionally taking his boxer briefs with it.

Brock chuckled against her lips and she returned the laugh as well. "Looks like I'm ahead, we'll need to do something about that," he said in a husky voice and motioned towards her still fabric clad body.

Reba nodded and bit her lip suggestively. The anticipation was growing inside of her, and she couldn't contain her erotic nature that was surfacing at the sight of his manhood. She teetered forward and clutched his hips, pulling him back towards her. Once he was mere centimeters away from her, she stood and turned her back to him, pressing herself against his stiff being.

Brock tilted his head downward and pressed his lips against her neck, not capturing it in a full kiss. He placed his hands on both her shoulders and slid the straps of her bathing suit top down, kissing every inch that he revealed. His hands worked their way back to where her top clasped in the back, but there was none to be found. He fumbled with it a bit until finally, Reba started giggling. "What kind of contraption is this?" He joked in a thick, vigorous voice.

Reba bent her arms around to her back and took Brock's hands in hers. "Front clasp," she let out a breathless laugh as she used her hands to press his against her skin. She drug his hands around the sides of her body until they were under her breasts. She slowly removed her hands from his and dropped one of her hands to her side while the other moved to hold Brock's triceps, giving him full permission to have his way with her. She veered her head so that she was nuzzling the nook of his shoulder.

Brock tipped his chin against the side of her face and he pressed his lips tenderly against her temple. "I love you," he breathed against her delicate, milky skin. He then resumed to unclasp her bathing suit top. His fingers moved the opposite sides of the clasps, undoing the top, and the cups fell limply over her breasts. Brock eased the straps over the remainder of her arms until the bikini top fell free of her body. His fingers grazed back over her thin arms and down her sides. He wrapped his arms ever so slightly around her torso and tentatively moved them upward. He closed his eyes and pressed his head against Reba's as he held each breast with pure adoration and care. He moved over them with such delicacy and grace, she realized just how much she missed his touch. The thought of whether or not he treated Barbra Jean this way, tried to get to her head, but she shoved the thought to the back of her mind and pushed herself more against him.

Reba sighed into the crook of his shoulder as he touched the newly exposed areas. Her cheeks felt flushed and she could feel her lower abdomen twitching with anticipation as Brock's being hardened. Reba moaned against his skin and felt his hands work their way back down her body to the hem of her black bikini bottoms. She waited patiently for him to remove it, although she was hoping he'd hurry, the inner fabric was becoming increasingly sodden.

Brock hooked his thumbs on either side of the bottoms and he pulled them down as far as his arms would allow. Reba was able to shimmy them off the remainder of her legs. She slowly turned around and gave him an inexhaustible glimmer in her eyes that had only ever shone for him, and she draped her arms around his neck, luring him back to the hammock. She stepped backwards carefully, so as not to step on a rock or something of that nature. She gasped as she fell into the hammock unintentionally. Once she realized she hadn't fell to the ground, she and Brock chuckled quietly. She scooted back and lay down horizontally.

Brock climbed onto the hammock and used the palms of his hands on either side of her to steady himself above her body. "God, you're gorgeous," he said in awe as he took her in fully. Reba smiled shyly and even in the darkness, with the faintest cast of yellow light from the tikki torches far off, Brock could see her cheeks reddening. He bent down closer to her and kissed her fully on the mouth and smiled against her lips when she kissed back just as eagerly.

Brock placed himself in front of her opening and pressed his lips against Reba's forehead. He slowly eased closer, until he felt her bare womanhood against his member. A small gasp escaped Reba's lips and she swallowed hard, trying to cover it.

"Are you sure?" Brock asked reluctantly, yet affectionately. He didn't want to pressure her into something they both knew would have consequences. There was silence for a few excruciating seconds, and then, Reba leaned up and gave Brock a small peck on the cheek. "Yes, I'm sure." She barely tilted her head to the side and captured his lips lovingly. "Take me Brock, take me," she whispered into his mouth. She desperately needed him to satisfy the aching between her legs and she clutched his shoulder, begging silently for him to enter her.

Brock gathered fist fulls of the netting to balance himself as he gently moved his length into her wet opening. Reba was instantly hit with intense feelings of heat and exhilaration, the slight pain only adding to the erotic and stimulating pleasure. She moaned loudly and clenched her fingers against his skin. Brock stayed still for a moment, so as to be careful not to hurt her. Reba opened her eyes slightly and nodded her head, telling Brock to continue silently. He took this as his cue, and he pushed a little deeper into her, before pulling back out and repeating it again.

Reba's body writhed at his movements and she lifted herself so that she could meet his pace and thrusts. She could feel his member as it shifted inside of her, hitting a particularly sensitive spot, sending her in a wave of shock. And just as the feeling subsided and Brock pulled out, he would push back in, harder and faster. Little beads of sweat covered her flushed face and perspire glistened on his back.

Brock dipped his head down to her neck and briskly put his lips against her skin, sucking her pulse point to stifle a moan of his own. His fingers involuntarily released the tight grip they held on the hammock and moved to touch her. They slid down her sides, over her hips, across the beginning of her thighs, but then he worked his way back to her inner thighs. He squeezed and rolled his thumb over her delicate skin in circles, all the while thrusting in and out of her.

A moan played on the tip of her tongue and ever so slightly, it would escape a little more with every move he made inside of her. His pace quickened and his member sunk deeper into her body, making her quiver all over. She had forgotten how big he actually was. The sensation coursed through her body in such a way, she felt as if she couldn't catch a breath and she panted, crying his name out as his being penetrated her walls. "Ohhh...Brockkk..." She moaned and arched her back, pushing her body against his and deepening his length inside of her. "Harder," she panted. " Harder, faster...please.." She wrapped her legs around the back of his upper thighs, just beneath his bottom. She could feel her body being pressed harder against the hammock, the netting imprinting her backside with little hash marks and knotting.

Brock could feel her walls tightening around him and he began thrusting even harder than before, almost pounding into her, trying to fulfill her desires. He bent his head down to hers and kissed her lips hungrily. Their tongues wrestled back and forth, neither one of them wanting to end it. Brock shifted the position his member was in and slammed into her again, hitting a new sensitive spot.

Reba gasped into his mouth and she sunk her nails deeper into his shoulders. Her toes curled at the incredible stimulation he was sending her body through and she pleaded for him to take her over the edge. She was close and they both knew it. "More," she said breathlessly against his lips.

Brock's fingers clamped down on her inner thighs harder. He knew he too, was close, so he prepared to push both of them over the edge synchronically.

He pulled out and in one swift, fluid motion, he slammed into her, hitting that sensitive spot on point. He cried her name out into the now dark sky and she screamed out, her neck straining as she threw her head back. A warm feeling rushed through her body and her mind seemed to blank as a wave of ecstasy took over. Brock continued to move inside of her, devouring every wave of pleasure that hit them.

Their orgasms subsided slowly, and the carnal high they had just experienced faded into exhaustion and sweaty pleasure. Brock stayed still inside of her for a moment, relishing the feeling of being the closest he could possibly be with her, until he finally eased out of her. They both sighed at the loss of contact and Brock collapsed next to her, having no strength left to carry his own weight. "Reba," he said breathlessly.

"Yes?" She asked panting and completely out of breath. Her legs felt like jello and her chest heaved uncontrollably. She lay there completely motionless, still processing what had just happened. There was silence and she could hear the waves smash against one another in the ocean just off to her left. She craned her neck around to see if Brock was responsive and she watched as his eyes just focused on the specks invading the night sky above them. She veered her head back straight and looked at what Brock was staring at. It really was breath taking. The sun had long gone down and the stars took the clouds' spots. She couldn't have imagined herself in this position with Brock again, under the night sky in Hawaii, making love, but here they were.

Brock turned his head to face her, just a small smile playing on his lips. "Your eyes still shine brighter than those stars," he said in a mesmerized tone. He placed the softest kiss on her lips, not meaning to lead to anything else. Just a simple kiss and that's all she wanted. He laid his head back on the hammock again and turned to face the night sky. "I love you, Red," he said in a small voice. His hand found hers and their fingers laced together instinctively.

Reba turned her whole body over on her side and she draped a leg over Brock's torso. She brought her hand to his face and cupped it, bringing it to hers. Her nails grazed the small bristles forming on his jawline and she stared deeply into his eyes. "I love you too," she said in a quiet, yet confident voice, meaning every word.

And they laid there, drenched in what was left of the sinful night they had just shared.

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 coming soon.