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WARNING!: LEMONS! LEMONS UP AHEAD!

Wanna Hangout Sometime?

August 4, 2008

Gem POV:

It was a hot Monday afternoon, the crappy window air units weren't doing shit, and I needed to get out of the house before my cousin's kids drove me nuts. Helping my Auntie Connie and my grandparents watch my cousin's brats while he was out with my Uncle Rocco trying to get some house painting work was too much for me. Ever since Dante moved back home from Philly with his kids (he got the kids in the divorce while his puttana of an ex-wife got the house) they've been driving me nuts. I only had this week and a handful of days after that until I moved into my dorm at Culver University, which was a good 5 hours away in Willowdale, Virginia.

I was ready to leave Bensonhurst. More than ready.

With my gym clothes on and my gloves in my hand, I shouted out to my family, "I'm going to the gym, be back later.", before walking out of the front door. I could hear Gramps shouting, "Have fun, Tessoro.", while my aunt cursed out her precious grandbabies (cough *brats* cough) as I made my way down the front porch stairs of my rowhome on 68th street.

After making the walk to the gym on 72nd, I walked in only to discover that Arlo wasn't there, but instead was a very handsome and jacked man with dark hair that could rival Elvis'. He was standing in the gym, barking out hints and tips to the training fighters, instead of Arlo. Curiosity got the better of me and I went up to him. "Who're you and where's Arlo?"

"I'm Brock, Arlo's son. I'm running the gym for him today while he's over in Jersey preparing for a big fight with Johnny."

"Oh, okay." I simply shrugged. "I'm Gem; Rocco Rizzo's niece." I told him before walking off towards an open bag.

While I tapped up my hands and put on my fingerless fighting gloves, I swear I could feel Brock's hazel eyes watching me.

When I started punching the bag, I peered a quick look over my shoulder only for my chocolate brown eyes to meet Brock's hazel ones. He didn't tear his eyes off of me, in fact he just folded his tattooed arms (the left bicep had a flaming skull on it while the right had a cross) over his chest and quirked his brow, daring me to flinch and advert my eyes. I never backed down from a challenge, so I kept my eyes on his as I landed punch after punch onto the bag that dwarfed me. Brock's gaze seemed both studious and intrigued as he paid more attention to be hitting the bag then the fighters he was supposed to be watching and giving fighting tips too. It felt both flattering and odd to have his attention given that he was roughly 15-years older than me and probably had a girl back home (wherever that was) who was his age.

"Brock, man, help me get this move right and stop staring down the mob mechanic's niece."

"If you don't have that move right by now, Troy, when I doubt you ever will." Brock countered Troy, who was getting his ass kicked in the sparring ring by Chris, before tearing his eyes off of me and going over to help the fighter that was struggling to get a certain move down.

A few minutes went by before Motley Crew blared loudly outside as tires screeched to a halt. Oh god, I looked at the door with dread since I knew who had arrived. My ex, Geno. Low and behold, I was right. His crappy red '92 Pontiac was right in front of the door. In a blink of an eye, he emerged from his car, not even bothering to cut the engine or close the door, and stormed over to the door of the gym.

"Oh shit, Gem, your hotheaded man's here to cause shit." Troy told me in a smartass tone while gesturing to the door with one of his gloved hands.

"Shut up, Troy. Not my fault my ex is a hothead." I told the man training with Brock right as Geno flung the door open.

"Gemmie Bear, what's this shit I heard 'bout you going to fucking Culver like next week?! Huh?!" Geno asked in a haughty roar, doing this strut march right over to where I was, beating a bag.

"So, I'm going to Culver." I shrugged, trying to act like him shouting like a crazy ex didn't bother me, as I landed another punch to the punching bag; making it sway lightly back and forth.

"Why the fuck are you going all the way to Virginia for college when you could stay here, in fucking Bensonhusrt, and commute to Hudson?" Geno snapped, putting himself between me and the bag so I'd have to pay attention to him instead of ignoring him and exercising.

"Cause I didn't like Hudson when I toured it; I liked Culver."

"When the fuck did you tour Culver, huh?" My ex asked, his jaw clenching angrily, as he got right in my face.

"Over Christmas break when you were locked up for falling asleep in that getaway car, that's when, Eugenio." I sardonically told him with a tilted look.

"You fucking bitch!" Geno shouted, slamming me against the wall in a fight of rage. I could hear the men in the gym making remarks as Geno pinned me to the wall with his elbow and angrily seethed, "You think you're better than me cause ya don't got a record; got a scholarship from the Knights of Columbus and got accepted to college, huh?! Well, you ain't better than me. Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

Suddenly Brock appeared out of nowhere and barked, "Hey, leave her the fuck alone.", while grabbing Geno's collar and yanking him off of me.

"And who the fuck are you? Prince Charming?" Geno sarcastically asked Brock, even tho the older and jacked man was still holding him by the shirt collar.

"No, Arlo's son. Crossbones."

At the utterance of the old fighting name, Crossbones, Geno began to shake like a leaf. Everyone in Bensonhurst knew that Crossbones was a badass amateur fighter in the '90s. Won every fight he was ever in; rumors had it that if he didn't join the navy then he could've gone pro. Coming face to face with a local legend and macho man that had a reputation for being a blood thirsty fighter in his youth (doubt that's changed) had my ex's eyes widening to the size of half-dollars and his jaw trembling.

"Get the fuck outta my gym 'fore I throw ya out." Brock ordered Geno while tossing him on his ass.

Geno stood up and tried to save what little dignity he had by telling Brock in a dry tone, "Yea, I'll go, but just cause I left my car running and don't want it boosted by my coworker as a ball bust." Turning to me, Geno promised in a temperamental leer, "This ain't over 'tween us. Not by a long shot."

Oh god…of course Geno says that it ain't over 'tween us, even tho it is.

Brock cut his hazel eyes at Geno, giving him a death stare as my ex exited the building nearly as fast as he entered it. Brock kept a cold glare right on my ex as he hopped into his crappy old car. Only after Geno slammed his door just and peeled out of the parking lot did he tear his eyes away from the glass door.

"Everyone, back to your training." Brock told the gym before giving me a half-smile, that was slightly soft, and asking me, "You wanna go sit in the office with me? Tell me more about that chicken shit fuckhead and why he shoved you in my Pops' gym?"

"Yea." I nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed that Geno had made a scene. I was grateful that Brock offered Arlo's office up as a place to calm down in. Especially since I wasn't ready to go home yet; didn't want the others in the gym staring at me cause of what my ex did either.

"Come on, baby. This way." Brock told me, nudging his head full of perfect dark hair in the direction of Arlo's office and leading the way.

Without a word, I followed behind him. Just like a lost puppy, but sad to say with my past/background I guess I could be a 'lost puppy'.

Brock shut the door as soon as I entered Arlo's office. It was a simple office, really. The wall with the window that separated the office from the gym floor had the thick bamboo blinds drawn down (something that Arlo never did, but I guess that Brock liked privacy when in an office); a worn old tan sofa was against the wall too. The adjacent back wall had various boxing belts, articles, and framed pictures of Brock 'Crossbones' on it. It was clear that Arlo was proud of his son's accomplishments. There was even an article about Brock receiving a Naval Academy boxing scholarship framed and hung up on the wall too along with his Naval Academy photo. The desk on that side of the room was a simple oak one with an older modeled computer on it. A few framed photos were on the desk too (probably of Brock as a kid) along with a legal pad and a pen holder full of highlighters and pens. A mini fridge was behind the desk while a small trash can was underneath the desk.

"Have a seat, baby, and tell me all about that fucker while I grab ya some Gatorade." Brock gestured to the couch; walking right over to the black mini fridge that was covered in magnets and promotional stickers from various fights.

"Well, where to start?..." I sighed, trudging over to the couch.

"Um, maybe at the beginning." He suggested, opening the mini fridge and grabbing a bottle of blue Gatorade out of it while I flopped down on the couch.

"Okay." I nodded. "Geno and me live a few streets away from each other; known each other since we were kids since his step-dad and my uncle both work for Don Salieri." I began as Brock took a seat next to me, handing over the sports drink. "Thank you." I smiled, taking the Gatorade. Unscrewing the cap and taking a sip of the tasty blue Gatorade, I went on to say, "Right before sophomore year we started going out. He was really nice at first, but then he became an asshole."

"He lay hands on you a lot?" Brock asked as I took another sip from my drink.

"No, not until last October when he slammed me into a locker a day after I dumped him." I explained, shaking my head.

"Hmm…" Brock hummed. "Why'd you dump him?" He asked, a curious look in his hazel eyes.

I took another sip of my drink before saying, "We were supposed to go on a date to see the new, well it's not new anymore, Saw movie, but he brought me along on a boost in Flatbush instead; had me be his lookout."

"Jesus Christ, Flatbush is a bad neighborhood to be a lookout in."

"Yea, I know. It's why I bolted when a cop started to make his way over to me and dumped Geno after I got home."

"And since he didn't want to end things, he slammed you against a locker; still shows his ass with you too." Brock concluded, putting two and two together when it came to be and Geno's scuffles.

"Yea. He thinks we're 'destined' to be together since we're mob kids; doesn't like the idea of me going 5-or-so hours away from college either." I told Brock, using air quotes for the word destined.

Brock rolled his eyes. Clearly, he didn't like Geno's way of thinking. His mouth curled up in a slightly lopsided, but thinly lined smile. "Culver's a good school. I live roughly 40-45 minutes from Willowdale, in Norfolk."

"You live on the Navy base or in a house?" I asked, screwing the cap back onto my Gatorade bottle.

"In a house. I've had it for a few years, but I'm not a SEAL anymore. I work in DC as a STRIKE Commander for H-SHIELD."

"Oh, that agency founded by Peggy Carter and Howard Stark after the SSO was discontinued while they were looking for Captain America?"

"Yep, that's the agency I work for." Brock confirmed, popping his tongue and nodding his head while I rotated my arm, wincing a bit since my shoulder felt stiff from being slammed into the gym wall. "Your shoulder's tense from that fuckhead shoving you, huh?" Brock rhetorically asked before taking the bottle from my hand and placing it on the table next to his side of the couch. "I can give you a shoulder massage, work out the stress and knots if you want?" He offered, his deep voice warm and full of empathy. Hmm, I take it as a former SEAL and a STRIKE Commander he must've had his fair share of muscles aches, cramps, and other injuries.

"Okay." I nodded, my voice giving away how nervous I felt. I mean Brock was jacked and hot, how could I not be nervous at the prospect of his hands of my shoulders, kneading them?

"Turning around, baby." He twirled his finger. Silently, I obliged and turned so my back was facing him and I was staring at a wall. "Good thing you have a tank on. It'll make it easier to kneed the tension out of your shoulder."

"And if I had a t-shirt on, you'd just ask me to take it off?" I asked, looking at Brock from over my shoulder.

"Turn around, I'm starting your massage." Brock ordered, resting his hands on my shoulders. His hands worked my shoulders effortlessly as he told me, "And no, I wouldn't pressure you to take your shirt off. I'm not the kinda guy that pushes a girl to do something she's not comfortable with."

"Good to know."

"Your ex seems like the pushy type. He ever push you into something you, uh, weren't comfortable with?" Brock asked his callous hands working my shoulders better then any masseuse ever could.

"I never did nothing with Geno I didn't want to do, but I, uh, oh god I'm going to sound like the prudy almost 19-year-old…" I trailed off, blushing scarlet, before finishing my answer with a small voiced, "but I never went all the way with him."

"Good, cause if you did go all the way with him then I think his hotheaded possessive streak with you'd be even worse than it is." Brock told me, his voice serious, as he kneaded a tiny bit harder into my stiff, bad shoulder.

"Yea, I guess you're right about that."

"I know I'm right, Gem." He smugly said before adding in, "Every Geno I've ever come across had been a dickweed; your ex's now different." Rubbing my bad shoulder, he asked, "Feel any better or you need me to work it some more?"

Shifting so that I was turned towards him, I simply smiled, "It feels better. Thanks, Brock."

"Any time, baby. Anytime." Brock told me his deep voice oddly light as he smirked.

It felt like time stood still as my chocolate eyes locked onto his hazel ones. Our gaze grew in intensity since neither on of us would look away. It was as if we were entranced with each other. So much so that we inched closer together until, suddenly, our lips were crashing together in a needy kiss. I'm not even sure who initiated the kiss. One second, we were staring into each other's eyes and the next we were locking lips; tangling our hands into each other's hair and yearning for something…something more.

Brock looped a strong arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. The action caused me to make a small 'oomph' noise, causing him to slip his tongue into my mouth and deepen our kiss. Instinctively, my tongue dueled with his as my hands tugged at his hair and gripped his shoulders as we kissed. God, this kiss felt so intoxicating; unlike any kiss I've ever had before. Suddenly, Brock had pulled his lips from mine, only to trail kisses up and down my neck as I panted and tried to catch my breath. I swear, his kisses made me feel a bit light headed. That and the hardness I felt in his gym short as I straddled him.

Pulling back to look at me, Brock asked, "Wanna fool around?"

"Yea." I nodded, not even thinking twice about my answer. Even tho I just met Brock there was something about him that made me trust him. I just felt safe and comfortable around him for some reason. Maybe it was cause he helped me out with Geno, who knows, but I felt at ease with Brock. Guess that's funny since he's Crossbones…

Sliding me off his lap, he stood up and said, "I'm gonna lock the door. Don't want anybody walking in and seeing us fooling around."

"Okay." I remarked, watching Brock as he went over to the door and locked it.

When Brock returned to the couch, he sat down next to me only to say, "You know, baby, that we won't do anything you're not ready for. Just say the word and we'll slow it down a bit."

I chewed on my bottom lip before telling him, "I'm ready, Brock. You don't have to slow anything down."

"You sure? Cause if you are, I'll grab a condom out of my wallet, but if you're not that's fine.

"I'm sure." I confirmed the fact that I was ready to sleep with him; lose my virginity.

"Okay then, I'll grab that condom and we'll just go with the mood." He said, rising from the couch and going over to the desk on the other side of the room. I silently watched him pull open a drawer and grab his wallet, only to flip it open and retrieve a foil packet from it before tossing it back into the drawer and slamming it shut. "You're a beautiful girl, Gem. Sure, you want an old man like me?" Brock remarked, placing the condom on the end table before sitting next to me on the couch.

"You're not old, Brock." I assured him, causing a smirk to form on his face. "And yes, I'm sure I want you right now." I told him, running a hand lazily up and down flaming skull tattoo on his left bicep.

"You like my tattoos, don't ya, baby? They turn you on, huh?" Brock smirked, his deep voice low and playful, as he tugged me to straddle his lap.

"Yea." I nodded with a smile on my lips, rubbing both of his tattooed arms before wrapping my arms around his neck; holding him.

"Well, I'm sure by time we're done I'll be giving you all kinds of reasons to be turned on." He husky told me, bringing his face mere inches from mine; causing his lips to ghost over mine. He pressed his lips to mine, capturing them into a heated kiss, while running a hand up and down my thigh while the other roamed under my shirt and up my slide. His touch was feather light, but steady and teasing at the same time. I swear, between him touching me and nipping and tugging on my bottom lip I felt my chest swell up and a heat pool between my legs.

I felt a bit bold, so much that I pulled away from him only to run my hands down his shoulders and muscular chest. "I wanna see your muscles, Brock." I told him, toying with the hem of his tight Under Armor tank top.

"Of course, you do." Brock chuckled before gesturing with a look and a nod that I could pull his shirt off.

Once I got his shirt off and tossed it to the side, all I could do was stare at him. His had an impressive chest. Oh my god, he had a 6-pack. In fact, he was so shredded that it was more like an 8-pack. Oh god, my mouth went dry just by looking at him. "Wow…" I whispered, spellbound by Brock's muscles.

"See something you like, baby?"

"Oh yea…" I smiled, still in awe over his muscles.

"I told you, Gem, that I'd be turning you on in all kinds of ways." He smugly told me in a deep, seductive whisper. "Now, baby, let's get your shirt and bra off. Free your tits so I'm not the only one being drooled over."

"I'm not drooling over you." I countered as he grabbed the hem of my tank top; pulling it off of me. "Then you'd be the first." He told me, tossing my tank to the side before reaching for the hem of my sports bra.

Of course, he's had a lot of girls. I mean just look at him. He's an Adonis. I didn't reply to his remark, instead I just nodded and let him pull off my sports bra.

"You're so pretty, Gem. God, your tits are so perky and perfect." Brock nearly groaned, his hazel eyes shining and twinkling with a mixture of lust and mirth, as he stared at my chest.

"Yea?" I blushed, biting my bottom lip.

"Yea." He nodded with a smirk before cupping my breasts in his hands. He ran the pads of his thumbs under the swell of my breasts as he nibbled and sucked on my neck.

As he kissed a trail down my neck and into the valley of my breasts, I felt myself grow wetter. His touch and kisses were intoxicating. My breath hitched as he swirled his tongue around one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. "Brock…" I mewled, feeling a need and an ache pool in my core.

Looking up at me, Brock smugly smirked, "You're squirming in my lap, baby." Pulling back to look me level in the eye, he ran his hands up and down my sides while suggesting, "Let's finish underdressing; see where things go."

"Okay." I nodded since that's all I really could do.

Without a word, Brock helped me up and then stood up too. We both toed out of our shoes and pulled off our socks before helping each other out of our shorts and underwear. He was turned on by my simple pink thong. I could tell just by the way his eyes light up lustfully. I know that I was turned on by his black boxer briefs. I even told him so, which just made him smirk and kiss me.

Currently, I was standing naked in front of Brock; staring at his large member. Oh God, he was bigger than Geno. Both in length and girth, I think. Oh my god, how is that supposed to fit inside of me? I mean, I know how, but I don't want to hurt while having my first time. My friends told me about their first times and, well, those were horror stories. I always hoped that I wouldn't have a bad first time. With Brock's size, I don't see how I'm not going to be comfortable.

"My big dick's all yours this afternoon, Gem, baby." Brock huskily told me, his voice low and deep, as he closed the distance between us. He kissed me right behind my ear, making me swoon, before whispering in my ear, "Don't worry, baby. Since it's your first time I'll take my time with the foreplay; make sure that you're ready for me."

Oh boy, Brock wasn't lying when he said that he'd take his time with the foreplay. After coaxing me to lay down on the couch, he spread my legs and nestled himself between them only to stick his hand on my wet core. He peppered kisses along my jaw, neck, and shoulders as he teased my wet folds with his fingers. As my breath grew heavily with want, he placed a finger inside of me. "Sweet Jesus, Gem, baby, you're so tight. So, fucking tight." Brock moaned as he moved his finger, a bit slowly, inside of me. "Fuck, baby, you're going to feel so good when I take you."

I let out a mewling whimper, feeling turned on by Brock's dirty talk. "Oh god…" Tumbled from my lips as Brock added a second finger inside of me.

"Feels good, huh, baby? Huh, you like me finger fucking your pussy?" Brock asked against my neck as he moved his fingers faster inside of me; making me let out wispy moans.

"Yea, yea, I like it." I replied in a tight moan.

"Then, baby, you're gonna love me eating you out then." He smirked before dipping his head down between my legs, all the while curling his fingers inside of me in a 'come hither' motion.

"Oh god, Brock…" I mewled whenever Brock flicked my clit with his tongue. My moan just spurred him on, making him lick and suck at me while speeding up the pace of his fingers. It didn't take long before I felt pleasure building inside of me. My right hand moved down and into Brock's hair on its own accord. Before I could comprehend a thing, I was coming undone with the name of, "Brock.", on my lips.

Brock lapped at me and slowly moved his fingers, letting me ride out my orgasm, before sitting up. Giving me a smoldering stare, he sucked his fingers clean and licked his lips. Reaching over and grabbing the foil packet off of the side table, he smirked, "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, baby." Oh god, there he goes with the dirty talk. Tearing open the foil packet, taking out the condom, and rolling it on, Brock asked, "You sure you want to do this? If not, we can stop and I won't hold it against you, Gem."

Locking my chocolate brown eyes onto his hazel ones, I told him, "I'm sure, Brock. I want to do this; I'm ready."

"Okay, baby, then we'll do this." He said while adjusting himself between my legs. "Rest your hands on my shoulders; don't hesitate to dig into them when I'm popping your cherry either." Brock told me while grabbing my hands and placing them on his shoulders. "I'll be quick popping you; I'll hold still for a minute so you can get used to the feel of me stretching you too.

"Okay." I nodded.

Brock gave me a quick kiss before lining himself up at my entrance. One of his hands was bracing the couch while the other was holding my thigh. I one swift motion, he pushed into me. I could feel a stinging sensation as he stretched me, but nothing that made me want to scream out in pain. It stung, but it didn't hurt as bad as my friend's said it did. Brock surged forward in one swooping motion, breaking my barrier; making me bite my lip and let out a tiny hitched whimper. Him popping my cherry didn't hurt too bad. It was like a really bad sting, like getting smacked with a rubber band or something.

Brock had bottomed out in me; making me feel so full. The new sensation was driving me nuts. It was a mix between pleasure and discomfort. God, I needed some friction; it was too much to handle. "Move, Brock. Please."

"Don't beg, baby. I'll take care of you." Brock assured me before moving his hips and creating a pace with shallow thrusts.

After a little bit my discomfort disappeared and all I felt was pleasure. I did, however, feel an ache in my core. An aching need to come undone. "Brock, can you go faster? I feel like I need more."

"Yea, baby. I'll go faster." Brock told me. Changing the depth of his thrusts along with the speed of them, he added with a sincere, but lustful look, "Just tell me if it hurts, it's your first time; I don't want to hurt you accidental."

"I'll let you know." I nodded. Suddenly, I felt him hit something inside of me. It was that spot that he had curled his fingers around earlier; the spot that made me come undone. "Right there, Brock. Keep doing that, oh my god."

"Fuck, I found your spot, didn't I baby? That spot that's gonna make you come hard on my dick; soak my thighs and the couch."

"Yea…" I half-moaned, half-whined as I clawed at Brock's shoulders as a way to anchor myself. I was feeling the coil tighten in my lower belly and knew that it was only a matter of time before I came undone, again.

"Wrap your legs around my waist, baby." Brock told me, causing me to quickly wrap my legs around him to lock around his lower back. "The position'll make you feel even tighter; make you come faster too since it's your first time." He explained while snapping his hips at a fast and brutal pace.

Suddenly, I felt myself falling off the edge. My chest was heaving up and down as I clawed at Brock's back and came undone with a moan of, "Brock…oh god…Brock…"

"That's it Gem. Come for me, baby. Come for me." Brock cooed, nibbling at the crook of my neck as he made sloppy, but fast piston like movements. Brock made a few more jerky movements before stilling and coming with a groan of, "Fuck, Gem…Baby…fuck…"

Brock kissed me before pulling out of me. "I'm gonna toss the condom in the trash; get you a towel to clean up with." He remarked while peeling the condom (which had blood on it, OH MY GOD!) off of his now softening member and tying it off.

"Oh my god, I'm bleeding…" I shakily sighed out in embarrassment as Brock stood up and made his way over to the trash can.

"Yea, but that's normal for a girl when she gets her cherry popped." He told me, tossing the used condom into the trash before going over to a corner supply closet.

"Oh god, I'm probably making a mess all over the couch…"I sighed, feeling bad for messing up Arlo's office couch, while Brock grabbed a towel out of the closet.

"No, you're not, Gem. Just stop worrying about the blood. The couch is old, a tiny blood stain's not going to hurt it." Brock nonchalantly assured me while walking over to the couch and handing me a clean white towel. Yea, the towel just had to be classic white. Great for showing blood. As if he could read my mind, Brock huffed, "Don't worry about the blood getting on the towel. It's a gym towel; it's supposed to get bloody."

"Yea, I guess I forgot about that." I sheepishly said, cleaning off my bloody thighs while Brock picked his boxer briefs off the floor and pulling them on.

"Gem, what's wrong? You sound a bit uneasy, baby." Brock told me, pulling up his black gym shorts while I set the towel down and picked up my pink thong.

Pulling on my thong while Brock pulled on his tank, I asked him the important question (one that was nagging at me) of, "Was it good for you?" Picking up my shorts and quickly pulling them on, I added in, "It's my first time and I'm inexperienced so…"

"Baby, it was good. Don't worry, I've got enough experience for the both of us." Brock assured me, perched on the edge of his dad's desk as I pulled on my bra and then my tank top.

"You're sure?" I asked, hoping that he was being honest.

"Yea, Gem, I'm sure." He nodded, a faint smile crossing his lips.

"Okay." I nodded before getting ready to leave. I mean my friends say that after a guy gets what he wants it's time to leave cause if you try to stay, he'll throw you out.

Before I could even take a step towards the door, Brock asked me, "Baby, you wanna exchange numbers; hangout sometime?"

I furrowed my brows at Brock. "You want to hang out with me?"

"Yea, why not?" He shrugged, making his arms flex slightly. "You're moving near me and could use a friend. I could also use a friend that's not my STRIKE Alpha teammate too."

"Oh, okay then, we can exchange numbers and hang out." I told him right before handing him over my phone.

Brock handed me over his phone. While I was putting my number in his contacts' list, he took me aback by asking, "You got a set time you gotta be back home or can you stick around the gym; go to Jersey with me tonight for the fight? We'd be on the floor in the trainer's corner since Pops is Johnny's manager."

"My Uncle Rocco's off doing a job and my Auntie Connie's too preoccupied with her grand-brats err babies to pay attention to me. My grandparents are old, they don't bother too much when I come and go. At least they stopped bothering me about it after I dumped Geno last October." I lengthily explained my home lack of prying eyes situation to Brock. "So, yea, I can stick around and go to the fight with you."

"Sounds good." Brock told me, holding my phone out to take since he was done putting his info into it. "You wanna order some lunch from that Chinese place down the road? I don't know about you, but sometimes fucking makes me hungry."

"Um, yea, you can order us lunch." I smiled right as my tummy startled to grumble.

"If you don't want to sit on the couch you can sit in the office chair." Brock nodded at the chair with his head while pulling up the number for the Chinese takeout place on his phone. "I don't mind sitting on the desk." He added in right before hitting a name and the call button on his phone. As the phone rang, he asked, "You like shrimp fried rice? Beef pepper steak or chicken chow mein?"

"I'll eat all of that. Just get whatever."

"Okay, baby." Brock told me right before the ringing stopped and somebody from the Chinese place greeted Brock. "Yes, I need two pints of shrimp fried rice, an order or beef pepper steak and an order of chicken chow mein with rice noodles." Brock ordered, ensuring that we'd have plenty of food to eat until it was time to shut down the gym and head on over to Jersey for the fight.

Damn, my friends are going to be so shocked at my first-time story. It's the polar opposite of theirs.

AN:

And that was how Gem met Brock. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I plan on showing Brock and Gem hanging out a bit before she moves to Culver. Don't worry, she'll be spending time with Brock when she's in Culver. Even after she meets and starts dating Blane AKA Man Slut.

I'm going to try to work on some other updates. Wish me luck.