"Mornin'" She mumbled into her arm.
Grinning, Brock rolled her back and placed a sweet kiss on the side of her mouth. "It could be better." He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively and pressed his hips against her side.
Chuckling Reba shook her head. "I don't recall you being this into mornin' sex when we were married."
"I'm a guy, I like sex all the time."
Reba rolled her eyes. "Get off me, I have work and you're supposed to be taking our son to school." Checking the clock after she pushed him off her but before she could get away he pulled her back into the bed. She giggled.
"Reeeeeba," He pouted. "It's still early, Jake doesn't have school till 9, no one will be up for at least an hour." His hand wandering down her hip, squeezing as it went.
"You're insatiable." She pulled herself away, bending down to pick up Brock's discarded shirt, he lent over the bed and smacked her ass, making her jump and look back at him with what was supposed to be a scolding glare. "Brock,"
He grinned and shrugged. "I am insatiable."
Reba shook her head with a smile and made her way into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, she tossed his shirt aside and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body. She washed her hair and body then just stood under the hot water, she could have easily taken Brock up on his offer but she needed some kind of control. Some kind of distance so she could think straight and every time he touched her or made love to her, all thoughts of being the responsible person she was flew out the window and she was overcome with passion and lust.
Brock walked into the bathroom after giving Reba what he thought was enough time. "Honey?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I join you?"
Here we go. "Is that a good idea?"
"Promise I won't try anything"
"The last time you said that to me we ended up with Jake."
Brock chuckled and pulled the shower curtain back. "But, aren't you glad I did?"
"Of course." She smiled to herself, her back facing him as he climbed in behind her. She hadn't technically told him not to, so she couldn't be mad.
"Can I wash your back?"
"I already did it, thank you though."
Brock ignored her and filled her luffa with her scented body wash before making small circles on her back, making his way down over her hips.
"Any further south and I'm'a smack you." She chastised him.
"Okay, okay." He moved back over her hip and around to her stomach, his chest pressed against her as he held her between himself and the luffa.
It was sensual, erotic the way his hand travelled her body and she let her head fall back against his chest as his hand moved under her breasts, half cleaning, half feeling her up.
"Brock," She whispered.
"I'm not tryin' anythin'." He said simply.
Reba sighed contently and turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck she kissed him tenderly. "I like this a lot."
"Me too." He leaned his head against hers.
"But, we do need to talk."
"About?"
"Not right now, this isn't the time or place. After the kids are gone to school. If we have time. If not maybe we can do lunch?"
"I'd like that. Like a date?" He smiled that smile and she melted.
"Like a date, I guess."
"I can pick you up."
"Perfect." She kissed him again before climbing out of the shower to allow him to actually have one himself.
Wrapping her hair in a towel, she dried the rest of be body off before making her way to her vanity, she went through her regular morning routine, moisturizing her face and body, selecting an outfit before toweling her hair off. She heard Brock shut off the shower. She stood at the side of her bed with two shirts laying over it, her hands on her hips, clad in a black bra that did wonders for her cleavage and a black pencil skirt.
Brock walked out, towel around his waist and he smirked at her. Concentration on her face as she eyed both shirts. One royal blue and the other a deep green. "I like the green." He said making his way to his gym bag, tossing it on the bed.
"Huh?" She looked up, her lip buried beneath her tooth.
"Green. I like the green one better."
"Oh." She smiled.
"Just my opinion." He shrugged and left her too it, dressing quickly, he walked back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
When he re-emerged from the bathroom she was drying her hair, still in just her bra and skirt, her hair flipped forward so she could get to the back. Brock walked up and stood behind her, hands on her hips. "I like this position." He smirked and bumped her with his pelvis.
Chuckling Reba shut off the hair dryer and flipped her hair back, making Brock step back. "Well, if you behave maybe I'll bend over for you later." She winked at him in her vanity, then continued to finish her hair.
"I'll do whatever you tell me too." He tapped her butt, then walked over to put his shoes on. "I'll sneak down now and start on breakfast if you want?"
"Thank you."
Brock poked his head out of the bedroom, checking the coast was clear before he tiptoed down the hall towards the kitchen, whistling as he went.
Reba knocked on Jake's door lightly before opening it. "Jake, time to get up. Your dad's here." No answer. She walked in and stat on the edge of his bed. "Jake, honey, wake up. Breakfast is ready and your dad is here." She shook him and he groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"Already?"
"Well, he did say first thing." She smiled as he sat up.
Nodding he yawned and climbed over his bed grabbing the first lot of clothes he could before heading to the bathroom Reba smiled and quickly made his bed before heading to Van and Cheyenne's room.
Brock continued to whistle as he made breakfast, almost dancing round the kitchen as the back door swung open and Kyra walked in. "Good morning, Kyra. Eggs?"
"Sure," She eyed him and tossed her bag to the side. "What's with you?"
"Nothin'? Can't I be in a good mood?"
"It's weird." She said taking the plate and Brock just shrugged, starting on another round of food.
Reba made her way down the stairs, the smell of fresh coffee filling her nose as she entered the kitchen. "Smells great, Ba-Brock." She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Kyra sitting at the table eating. She glanced at Brock who shrugged and mouthed 'nice shirt.' Reba blushed as he poured her a coffee. "Mornin' Honey." She kissed Kyra's head and sat beside her with a plate of food.
"What's with everyone today?" She looked at Reba who had a huge smiled on her face.
"What?"
"Dad's practically dancing and you've got a stupid smile on your face. Why?"
"I had a good sleep?"
"Well, it's weird."
"Sorry, Honey. I'll do my best to be more miserable in the mornings from now on." She quipped and Brock laughed.
Kyra just rolled her eyes and went back to eating. Jake and the others soon joined them for food and coffee, Elizabeth with her juice and everyone seemed to be going through the motions of the morning without a hitch.
"Thanks for breakfast, Mr. H" Van said after his second helping and Brock simply nodded.
"Yeah, dad, thanks." Jake added, getting himself more eggs.
"By the way, dad." Kyra stood to clear her plate
"Yeah?" He looked up from his paper.
"What was your car doing here all night?"
Reba froze for a split second before she picked up her coffee and mechanically took a large gulp so Kyra wouldn't see the look of guilt on her face. She could feel Cheyenne's eyes on her as she set her cup down and swallowed. "Uh—that's my fault."
"What?" Everyone said in unison, Brock arched his brow before setting his paper down.
"After Jake went to bed we had a few more beers and I wouldn't let him drive."
Cheyenne cocked her eyebrow in surprise. "You and dad spent time together?"
"Yes."
"Without being forced?" Kyra added
"Yes." Reba said again, she could feel her cheeks beginning to flush.
"And then I got a cab home and back this morning." Brock added, he'd have to remember to congratulate Reba on her lying ability. He never knew she had it in her.
"You took a cab?" Kyra questioned.
"To the condo AND back?" Cheyenne added.
"Better to be safe than sorry." Reba said, taking another gulp of her coffee.
"I ain't that cheap when it comes to my safety." He said, trying to sound annoyed at their responses.
"Sorry, Dad, it's just, well, we know you." Cheyenne half chuckled, continuing to feed her daughter.
"Yea, sorry dad." Kyra said dropping the subject.
Reba checked her watch. "Well, now that's settled. Jake grab your things, your dad will be late for work if you don't head out now.
Everyone scrambled to get themselves organized, Reba kissed Jake as he ran out the door, followed in toe by Brock who waved goodbye as he closed the door behind himself.
"You want a ride Kyra?"
"Thanks anyway, mom. Barbra Jean said she'd take me." Kyra said as she walked out the door.
Nodding Reba began to clean the kitchen, Cheyenne and Van the only ones left, with Elizabeth running around the living room.
Cheyenne watched her mother then set her coffee down. "Are you okay, Mom?"
"Huh?" Reba looked up from the island the she was scrubbing. "I'm great, why?"
The young girl shrugged and took her plate to the sink. "You just seem... different, I don't know."
"Same as always, honey. Too busy and too tired." She smiled, hoping that would put an end to the conversation, Cheyenne seemed to accept it so Reba went back to cleaning the kitchen. "Aren't you supposed to be taking Van to the airport?"
"Oh! Yes! Van!" Cheyenne shouted as she darted from the kitchen. "Get your bags we're late!"