Road Trip To The Destiny - 12
Brock had asked Kyra for little help with the last Valentines he planned. Kyra went through her mom's closet, looking for her leather jacket. He helped Reba put on her leather jacket on top of her white tank top. Reba understood the moment she saw his Harley parked in the driveway. He was going to take her out of a bike ride like the way they used to do when they were in college.
"Are you going to touch the break every fifteen minutes to have my chest crashing against your back?" Quipped Reba, positioning herself on the back seat of the motorcycle.
"I'd forgotten about that. Thanks for the tip." He let the bike move a little and put on a break, causing Reba to crash into his back. She pounded on his shoulder. Brock laughed while protecting himself from getting hit. "We'll go on the interstate, hold on tight." He told her before leaving. Reba wrapped her arms around his middle loosely. But she held him tighter as the bike moved faster on the interstate. He felt her body press against his back. She rested her head on his shoulder. Brock turned his head a little to glance at her. He let go of one hand and placed it on top of hers that was wrapping around him. Reba kissed his jaw line just as he turned her side. Brock startled a little, he didn't expect that.
"Oops, sorry, I shouldn't distract you." Reba apologized feeling the bike swirve a little.
"I'm prepared now, do it again. Please..." Reba smiled and kissed him again on his cheek. Brock really wanted to park the bike and kiss her, but he focused on the road, for now.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise."
"Can't you give me a hint?"
"It'd take us almost four hours to get there."
"What?"
"I know, it sounds kinda far, but trust me, it's worth it."
"I'm gonna miss all these surprises starting tomorrow."
"I spoiled you, didn't I?"
"Yeah you did, but I don't mind, really, spoil me any time you want, don't have to wait for Valentines" Reba playfully suggested.
"We'll see" Brock replied with a grin. "How's Helene and JV?"
"They are doing fine. Daddy said he likes listening to mama's made up memories. He lets her talk and pictures those moments with her." Reba let out a sigh.
"They are doing fine the way they are, honey. They always have each other, that's what important."
"I guess you're right." Reba rested her head on his back, arms still wrapped around his body. "Do you think we'll ever be like them?"
"Nha..." Brock replied, "We won't be. I can't hunt and you don't like fishing."
"I didn't mean that!"
"I'm just kidding. Yes we'll grow old together like them." Reba didn't reply, but she pondered on his statement. Brock continued to make light conversation. Reba spread a sweet grin when they arrived at the destination. She got off the bike and stared at the view with her arms crossed. The place where they shared they first passionate kiss.
"You really like taking me down the memory lane, don't you?"
"I have two places in mind that I want us to recreate the moment: the beach, or the golf course." Reba hit him. "Yeah, I kinda guessed I have better chance at the beach. I still have the IOU note you know." Brock stared into her eyes. Reba pecked his lips three times for the cost of salad.
"I'll pay you later for the cost of steak, but thinking about food is making me hungry. Let's go have some lunch first." Reba acted like those kisses didn't have any effect on her, yet her heart was begging for more. Brock was still a little startled, he didn't think Reba would kiss him, and it was three quick pecks, he didn't have much time to respond. He'd collect at least one deeper kiss when she paid for the steak, and he swore he wouldn't let her go easily when she paid for the pie. However, thinking of food made him hungry too, so they went to a restaurant nearby to have some lunch. "You should have told me you're taking me to the beach."
"Then that wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
"So I could pack some sun screen and a bathing suit with me." Reba bit her bottom lips. Why did she mention a bathing suit?
"Hmm... How about skinny dipping?" Brock suggested with a mischievous grin
"That's sound like a good idea, maybe we could get a hotel room, and have sex till dawn," replied Reba looking serious.
"You're kidding right?" Brock couldn't believe his ears
"You started it!"
"If I wasn't kidding, that's mean we could get a hotel room?" Asked Brock wishfully
"You weren't kidding, but I still am. No way in a million years I would skinny dip, and no, we're not going to spent the night together tonight."
"Ah man... Oh well, we could go to a superstore and get those things you need. First, I thought we would walk around town, and have dinner at a seafood restaurant and watching the sunset in the evening, watching the stars at night. But swimming sounds like a better plan."
"We can still visit the town, and later in the afternoon we can go for a swim. The Sun is too harsh for my skin around this time anyway." After lunch he took her to a superstore to get sunscreen and Reba found a nice one piece swimsuit and two beach towels: One for him and one for her. He put the stuff they bought into the saddlebag, and they walked hand in hand in the town. The weather was hot so they each got a bar of ice cream. "Yours looks good," commented Reba licking her lips. She got a chocolate-covered vanilla ice cream, Brock got a chocolate-covered mint ice cream.
"Try it." He let her took a bite.
"Mmm Mmm... minty."
"There's a piece of chocolate at the corner of your lip"
"Really? Where?"
"Here" Reba lost the strength of her hand and dropped the ice cream on the floor when she felt his tongue swipe at the corner of her lip.
"Ah!" Cried Reba seeing her ice cream land on the ground. She picked it up and threw it in the garbage before glared at Brock with her arm crossed, her cheek pink, and her heart pounded. "You owe me a bar of ice cream, mister!"
"Share it with me then, you wouldn't finish a whole bar, I'm sure." And they shared that bar of ice cream. Reba finished the last bite.
"There's mint ice cream at the corner of your lip," stated Reba glancing at his lips.
"Where?" He lowered his head closer expecting her to kiss it off. Reba giggled and wiped it off for him with a napkin. Brock pouted. Reba pecked his lips.
"I owe you 10 more for the steak"
"10? Shouldn't it be 11?"
"You got one when you made me drop my ice cream."
"That doesn't count!" Reba childishly stuck her tongue at him. Brock determined not to be caught of guard again for the other 10 kisses. But he lost one when he helped her apply the sunscreen on her back she turned around and peck his lips when his hands were busy. "That's unfair, I want a kiss that make my heart stop," cried Brock when he lost another opportunity to deepen the kiss.
"You mean the kiss of death like a gangster movie?" Reba quipped
"Not that kind of kiss! This!" Brock couldn't resist anymore, he wanted her to be the one who initiated the kiss, but he just couldn't help it. He was relieved and full of joy when he felt Reba kiss him back. Yep that kiss made both hearts stop beating for a few seconds, and then it raced faster than ever. Their first passionate kiss in seven years, the wildfire reignited. They let out a long heavy sigh after the kiss finally broke off.
"I want to go in the water." Commented Reba pacing into the salty water. She needed to put out the fire that rushed through her entire body. The kiss was so devastating. No one could ever kiss her like he did. Reba felt his arms wrapped around her. She stepped away from his embrace. "Brock... Can you please wait a while longer? I admit, I enjoy our times together, but I need a little more time."
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have kissed you like that. But honey, I just want to hold you in my arms again. And I promise nothing will happen unless you want to. I won't kiss you again until I get your permission. But please let me hold you." Reba stepped back in his arms, holding on to each other. Reba pushed him into the water when he wasn't pay attention. He chased her down and they played in the waves for a while and lay on the beach soaking in the evening sun. They went and took a shower at a public bathroom and returned to the beach and walked hand in hand listening to the waves, deep in their own thoughts. Brock pulled out a piece of driftwood from his pocket. Reba remembered it from the first night they walked hand in hand along this beach. It was the first night they kissed passionately rolling on the beach under the sky. Reba told him she wasn't ready to go all the way yet, and he promised to wait.
He sat her down on a rock in an isolated area after walking for a while
"I don't have a guitar, but I want to sing you a song." Reba smiled as he kneel down in front of her staring into her eyes and clear his throat.
You
look pretty as a picture;
With those flowers in your hair
Years
from now I will remember;
This vow I made to show I care
Even
as the flowers fade to brown;
I will love you then as I do now
I give you my word,
I swear that I will;
Love you
until,
time stands still
Forever I'm yours;
for better
or worse
I'll stand before God and give you my word
Oh, I
do... Give you my word
There must be somebody watching;
Over
me from up above
'Cause they've sent me an angel;
Knowing
we'd make a perfect love
I don't know if words can go as deep;
But here's my promise I will keep
I give you my word,
I
swear that I will;
Love you until,
time stands still
Forever
I'm yours;
for better or worse
I'll stand before God and
give you my word
Oh, I do... Give you my word
With God as
my witness,
let the lightning strike me down
If I should ever
break this promise made on sacred ground
I give you my word,
I swear that I will;
Love you until,
time stands still
Forever I'm yours;
for better or worse
I'll stand
before God and give you my word
Oh, I do... Give you my word
Reba was in tears listening to his message, his sweet voice combined with the rhythm of the waves that hit the shore. It was the sweetest sound of all. He gave her the last Valentine's gift for the year at the end of the song, a promise ring: a friendship ring, not an engagement ring, since she wasn't ready. He slipped it in her middle finger.
"Promise...?" Reba couldn't complete the question, but Brock knew what she wanted to know.
"'Til death do us part." Brock determined. Reba threw herself at him and she kissed him passionately. She would give him a chance. She would date him again. And someday, soon, when she's truly ready, they would be together again.
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Song: I give you my word
Artist: George Fox
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