She woke up to the feel of Brock's arm around her waist, and something pressing into her backside.
"Brock."
"Hmm." He said sleepily, only half awake.
"Would you please get your little soldier who is standing at attemtion, to stand down." This got his attention. He opened his eyes and scooted back from her.
"I swear Reba, this hasn't happened to me in a long time."
"It's ok Brock. I'm just teasing."
"Well, why did you wake me up. Did you want my little soldier to march for you."
"Woah there cowboy. Not today."
"Why?"
"I just don't want to." She started to get up off the bed but he pulled her back down and pinned her in with his body. He stared at her, admiring her beauty.
"What are you doing Brock."
"Admiring the view. Just cause a dog is chained to the fence , doesn't mean he can't bark at the car." She laughed.
"I love it when you laugh Reba."
"What's with all the compliments. This is a no string attached deal, remember."
"What if I say fuck the deal?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want boundaries. I want to tell you that you're beautiful. I want to admire you. I want to seduce you."
"Brock, go take care of Mr midnight. Your delusional."
He laughed.
"I'm not delusional. I really do want to seduce you, Reba Hart."
"How can you seduce someone you have already fucked, that you do not have feelings for."
"I have feelings for you."
"No you don't." She jumped up and turned. "Just as I don't have feelings for you."
"You don't have feelings for me?" He laughed.
"What is so funny?"
"You lied Reba."
"I did not." He jumped up and stood in front of her, pushing her to the bed. He straddled her, holding her hands down with his arms. "Brock! This is not funny."
He leaned down, his face inches from hers. She was trembling. Not from fear but from sudden lust that washed over her. He released her from his grip putting his hands on either side of her. He kissed her slowly, and tenderly at first . Gradually he took their kiss deeper. When he tasted her he broke their kiss and stood up. Smiling he walked away. Leaving Reba to her thoughts. She was bothered. He did something to her with that kiss. It was different than their other encounters. Reba was stunned. She slowly got up from the bed. Her legs were weak. Maybe he had more effect on her than she cared to admit.
What is happening to me...
She went to the kitchen and began breakfast. She stood at the counter beating the eggs so deep in thought she never heard Brock walk in.
"What's for breakfast."
"Ahhh" she dropped the fork and knocked the bowl off the counter.
"Are you ok?...I didn't mean to scare you... let me help you." Reba bent down before he could help her and began picking up the glass. She didn't realize in her haste to clean up her mess she didn't have the best balance. She felt herself leaning to the side, and by trying to stop herself from falling she put her hand in glass. Blood began dropping from the wound.
"Shit... oww...ahh.." Brock helped her up from the floor.
"Let me see it."
"Don't touch it."
"Reba will you quit whining. Looks like there is a few little shards of glass stuck in your hand. Well have to get them out."
"No Brock."
"I promise Reba, I will be gentle. It don't need stitches or anything it just needs cleaned and bandaged." He led her into the bathroom. He found tweezers and peroxide in the cabinet. "I'm going to remove the glass. Don't move." She held her hand out to him. True to his word he was gentle and removed the two glass shards. "I'm going to flush the wound with some water, then I'm going to put peroxide on it. It might sting, but it's your best bet against it getting infected." He ran her hand under the faucet, cleaning the blood from the cut. Slowly he poured a cap of peroxide on the wound.
"Shit... that is bad."
"It'll be over in a second."
He grabbed a paper towel and patted the cut gently. He rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found some bandages. In just a few minutes he had her hand wrapped . "I'll clean the mess, go set in the living room."
"I can still cook."
"Nope. Your going to set down and I am going to cook for you."
"This is new. A girl could get used to this."
"That's it. Now. Don't come back until I say it's done."
"Yes sir!" She mocked him.
In no time Brock had breakfast finished. Reba liked not having to cook for once. When she sat down at the breakfast table she looked down at her plate. 2 chocolate chip pancakes stacked, with heart shaped whip cream on top.
"What am i 5?".. she laughed and looked at him."I'm just kidding. Pass the syrup. Hopefully this doesn't go straight to my hips."
"Would that be a bad thing? You'd still be sexy as hell."
" let's just get through breakfast, shall we."
"Anything you say." He laughed.