Silence filled the hallway, Brock's words repeated in Reba's mind, but she was unsure of how she should respond. Reba played with her nails, his confession was so unexpected. He's never been one to openly admit those kinds of things, or worry about what other people would say and do. He had always been so different when they were together, it was difficult for her to see this side of him and at the same time she was so impressed with how far he'd come.
"I was thinkin' the same about you." She whispered.
"I guess we're in the same boat."
Reba nodded, this was going to be so much harder than she anticipated. "So who goes first then?"
"Ladies are always first." He grinned.
"Age before beauty, Brock." She quipped.
Brock opened his mouth to speak then thought better of it. "Touché." He chuckled. "Well, I guess I'd say I've been thinking about us a lot lately, especially after I told you I made a mistake." He took a deep breath. This was it, this was the final moment. "Look, Reba, I know I have no right to say any of this to you and I know I hurt you more than I can ever imagine, but what I'm gonna say is the absolute truth. I just want you to be happy. After everything we've been through that is all I want in this world."
Reba nodded slowly, she found herself moving closer to him so she could see his face through the darkness.
Brock too a deep breath and shifted his weight. "I care about you, a lot. More than anyone in my life. I don't know what it is. You're like a drug to me. You're everything I've ever wanted. The best thing that ever happened to me was the day I met you and I hate myself for ever hurtin' you."
"Brock."
He shook his head. "Let me finish, please." Reba nodded and leaned forward, crossing her legs. "I'm just so sick of hurtin' everyone. I hurt the kids so much. I hurt you so much. My best friend. The woman I vowed to love and take care of for the rest of our lives." He looked down at his hands and played with his wedding ring, slipping it off his finger, he put it down beside him. "But, I can't tell you I'd take it back. I love Henry so much that I could never, but I would change how the story ended. I would've come home to you. I would've begged you to take me back, done anything you said. I would've been the man, the husband, you deserved." He sniffed.
Reba leaned in and took his hands in her's.
"I would've put the toaster away."
She chuckled, sniffing back her own tears. "Oh, Brock."
He shrugged. "You deserve so much more than I can ever give you, but it'll never stop me from being too selfish to want you for my own. I know better now, I am better now, but I know I'll never be good enough for you. I never was."
Reba felt the tears sting her eyes, she felt the truth in his words and her heart broke for him. How could he think he didn't deserve her? Of course he had done some things that warranted her hating him, but she found she never could. Not even after she found out about the affair, or about Barbra Jean being pregnant.
She leaned in and Brock lifted his face to meet hers, their eyes connecting, invading each others soul. Reba licked her lips. Scooting herself forward she felt his hand slip around her waist, pulling her closer. Her hand moving up his chest as she took a steady breath.
Brock pressed his hand into the small of her back, feeling her warmth through the material of her robe, he could see her chest rising and falling in a steady motion as he leaned himself closer to her. Like a magnet he was drawn to her, to every part of her.
Without a second thought Reba pressed her lips to Brock's, feeling him pull her closer the moment they connected. Her long fingers made their way into his dirty blonde hair, just as his tongue slipped past her lips. Her head tilting to the side, she leaned her weight against him, regretting the decision to sit in the hall. She moved quickly to straddle his waist. Both her hands cupped his head as she strived to be nearer to him.
Brock moved his hand to Reba's thighs, pushing the hem of her robe and cotton night gown as far up as he could, groaning into her mouth he wrapped both arms around her tiny frame he enveloped her.
She shifted her hips, grinding against his pelvis just as he disconnected from their kiss. His lips made their way down her jaw, kissing and nibbling her soft skin. "I've missed you so much." He mumbled between every kiss, slowly making his way to her breasts, his hands working their way up while his mouth worked it's was down.
She moaned. Filling the empty hallway with her need for him.
"Are you sure about this?" He mumbled into her chest as he peppered her skin with kisses, both his hands full and working their own magic.
"Yes," Breathlessly, Reba let her head fall back, Brock's tongue trailing all the right places across her chest and she let out a gasp when his lips nipped at her through the soft material of her night gown. "Take me to bed." She almost whimpered the words, but it was all Brock needed to shift their combined weight as he lifted them both off the floor. Reba's legs wrapped around his waist and his hands gripped her backside while her lips worked their way along his jaw as he walked them back towards her bedroom.
He fumbled with the door and suppressed a moan when he felt Reba's teeth drag along his jaw. "Red, if you don't quit it." He pushed the door open and swiftly kicked it closed behind him.
"Quit what?" She breathed, her teeth sinking into his ear, she sucked his lobe and growled.
"Torturin' me." He laid her back on the bed, climbing between her legs and crawling up to cover her body with his.
Reba cupped his face, raising her head up to kiss him, hips hips pressing against hers and his hand crept up and under her nightgown, pushing it up over her hips.
"I could say the same to you." She said pulling back briefly, nibbling his lip.
Brock smirked and pressed his hips into hers so she could feel what she'd done to him. She gasped and reach between them to rid him of his pajama pants pushing them down with her feet. Their lips reconnected as they fought the see who cold undress who the quickest. The moon their only witness as Brock worked his way up her body, kissing the inside of her thigh before he covered her body with his again. His hand slid up her leg, guiding it over his hip as he slowly pushed his length into her.
Reba let her head fall back, her hands palmed his shoulders and she gasped. She felt so exposed under his hot gaze, his sensual thrusts, in and out, in and out. Her pushed deeper and she arched higher. "Oh, Brock."
He captured her moan in a heated kiss, his hands moving to pin her arms over her head, her legs squeezing him deeper as she felt the tension rise in her stomach. "Brock, please." She arched her back and tried to tug her arms free.
He released her and she clung to his body, gasping as he pushed her over the edge, her eyes rolling back in her head. His damp chest pressed against hers as he too found his release, filling is lover before stilling and resting his head against hers while they both tried to steady their breathing.
"That was,"
"I know."
"Intense."
"Mmmm." she mumbled and leaned up to kiss him softly. "So good."
Brock held himself above her, not wanting to break the connection between them, he tucked a stray hair behind Rebas ear and kissed her nose. "I could get used to that." He grinned.
"So could I" She grinned.
Brock kissed her nose and slowly pulled out of his lover, already missing the high she gave him, he laid back on the bed and pulled her close, holding her against his side.
"Guess you have to keep me 'round then."
"I'll take it under advisement." She grinned.
"Advisement?"
"Yeah. I'll consider it." She smirked.
Brock feigned offence before smirking and rolling over to pin Reba beneath him, his hand working it's way to her hips where to tickled her. She gasped and giggled. "Brock! Quit it!"
"Advisement?" He continued to hold her down, grinning.
"No, no!" She giggle and writhed beneath him. "Please!"
"You'll keep me 'round then?" Chuckling he looked down at her.
She bit her lip. "Maybe." Reba ran her fingers through his hair, then traced down his jaw slowly.
"I can live with that." Brock leaned in and nuzzled her nose. "For now." He kissed her sweetly but Reba soon found her arms snaking around his neck as he pressed her deeper into the mattress.
She moaned softly. "Twice in one night?" She giggled. It had been years since they'd done that.
He smirked.
Just as Reba felt Brock's hand travel south, she heard something outside. Her head snapped to the side and Brock took it as an opportunity to kiss the nape of her neck. "Brock, I heard somethin'." She half moaned as his lips gently massaged that spot behind her ear.
"It's just the wind." He mumbled and slipped his hand between her thighs.
"Oh." Reba's head fell back and for a split second she was in heaven. That was until she heard her name being called by someone who wasn't her lover.
"Reba!" Barbra Jean's voice echoed through the bedroom and Reba's eyes snapped open.
"Get off me!" She pushed Brock with all her strength and he looked at her quizzically.
"What the-"
"Barbra Jean!" She hissed.
"Reba! Reeeeeeeeba!" She hollered.
At that exact moment Reba felt a cold gust of wind sweep through her room and she pushed Brock off the bed hearing him land with a thud, she leaned over and snatched up her cotton nightgown, throwing it over her head, she whispered. "You have to hide!"
"Reba?" Barbra Jean whispered as her head came into view. "Are you awake?"
"I am now." From the corner of her eye she saw Brock's arm sneak out to grab the clothing they'd left strewn on the floor. She held her breath, not taking her eyes from Barbra Jean.
"Can I come in?"
Reba's head tilted to the side. Seriously? "No."
Barbra Jean hesitated. "But, I'm stuck."
Reba sighed. "Barbra Jean, It's the middle of the night. Can't this wait?"
"I couldn't sleep. I need'a talk to you."
"Talk?" Reba glanced round to her alarm clock. "At 2:30am?"
"It's important." Barbra Jean said climbing the rest of the way inside, she pulled the window closed.
"Someone better be dyin'." She held her hand to her forehead. "Okay Barbra Jean, what is it?"
"It's about Brock." She said as she took a seat on the bed. The bed Reba and Brock had shared and were about to share again, had they not been interrupted by the blonde woman sitting in front of her. That was the second time in a day that Barbara Jean had ruined a moment.
Reba's mouth was dry she didn't speak she just stared at Barbra Jean, willing her to continue so she wouldn't have to.
"I asked him for a divorce."
"You what?" She didn't know if her expression gave it away, but she way trying to be surprised.
"We're in the beginning stages, but I asked him to sign the papers today. When we were at our therapy session."
"That's what you came crawlin' up the side of my house for?"
"Yes. Kinda. No."
"Well, then what is it, Barbra Jean."
"I haven't seen him since, he hasn't been home. He didn't call. I'm worried."
Reba ran her hands through her hair then rubbed her neck. "He's probably at the condo, why does it matter where he is if you're gettin' divorced?"
"I still love him. I just can't be married to him." She blurted out and Reba sat there in complete shock, guilt filling her entire body. "I don't know, maybe I don't. I think I do, I just don't know anymore. We're not good together, the sex was don't get me wrong." Reba cringed. "The sex was great, but y'know you can't build a marriage just built on-"
"Barbra Jean, do you have a point or are you just blabberin'?" Reba couldn't stand to listen to Barbra Jean talk about her love life with Brock, it made her feel sick, and dirty.
"Oh, yes. I know I made the right choice but, I still care and I'm just worried he's off with some other skirt because he can't get it at home anymore."
"If you're divorcing him you don't really have the right to question who he goes out with, Barbra Jean."
She sighed. "I don't really care, I just want to know he's okay."
"I'm sure he's fine, I'm sure he'll call you tomorrow or pop by."
"You think?"
"I know he will." She tried to give Barbra Jean her best smile, but it was hard at that particular moment, knowing her soon to be ex-husband was hiding in the same bedroom.
"Thanks, Reba." She pulled the redhead into a tight hug. "You're the best." Barbra Jean smiled and got up, walking back toward the window, she swung it open and hooked her leg over the edge. "I'll see you tomorrow morning!" She grinned and began her climb.
"Barbra Jean! Just use the- oh, forget it." She said shaking her head as she watched the blonde descend, she quickly darted to the window and call out. "Not before 10, tomorrow's Saturday!"