Road Trip To The Destiny - 13
Brock and Reba were walking hand in hand along the beach, only the moonlight lit their way. They stopped and kissed every once in a while. They recreated the night of their sweet memories.
"I think we should head back, it's getting late." Reba looked at her watch, it was almost eleven at night. It would take them almost four hours to get home.
"Are you sure you don't want to rent a hotel and make love till dawn?" Brock suggested with a mischievous grin.
"Yeah, how about we do that when the sky's falling?" Reba quipped. She wanted to take things slow, starting things over again.
"Can you work your magic?" Brock playfully asked the sky. Reba giggled and slapped his arms.
"Don't tempt God!"
"A man can dream, can't he?" Remarked Brock, placing another passionate kiss on her lips.
"Didn't you promise you wouldn't kiss me like that again until you got my permission?" Reba teasingly questioned after they broke the kiss.
"Well, I kinda assumed that I got your permission. Didn't I?"
"Of course you do." Reba confirmed by giving him a kiss that made his heart stop for a few seconds. She broke the kiss and they both let out a satisfied sigh. They laughed at each other's reaction after the kiss. "We should really get going or else we'll be here kissing all night."
"I wouldn't mind, since we don't have to work tomorrow, we could kiss and cuddle all night if you want to."
"Maybe next time." Reba winked "But would you be okay driving back by yourself?" Reba was concerned. She positioned herself on the back of the bike, and wrapped her arms around him. Brock turned around to collect one last kiss before he started driving.
"I'll be fine, honey. I took a nap on the beach." Brock was fine driving back home; he wasn't tired. However, the weather wasn't fine. It started to rain and they weren't even half way home.
"Let's stop and get a hotel room. You can't drive in this condition." Reba started to worry about the amount of rain that started to pour. Brock exited at the next exit and looked for a decent hotel. They were soaking wet when they were checking in.
"I'm sorry sir, but all rooms with two beds are all gone. There's a conference nearby. We have one room left with a queen bed, would that be all right?" Just as the desk clerk finished her question, they heard a loud clap of thunder. Reba jumped a little. Brock glanced at Reba, silently asking if that would be all right?
"Fine, we'll take it."
"You sure?" Asked Brock, wondering if Reba knew what she got herself into. Reba wouldn't want to be on the road on a motorbike in weather like this. She thought about them spending almost two weeks together in a same bed when they went to her parent's place before, and he was pretty good a keeping his distance. However, she wasn't prepared for the fact that they didn't have clean clothes to wear. She only realized that fact when she wanted to go have a shower and had nothing to put on. The clothes she wore were wet, and the only thing she had bought was a swimsuit.
"We're leaving as soon as the storm is over." Brock turned on the TV to the weather channel.
"Err... honey... The storm is expected to be all night."
"WHAT??" Reba smacked him upside his head. "You mo-ron! You should have checked the forecast before we came here!"
"Ouch! I did! I watched it on the CW. It said clear sky."
"The CW? I don't watch that station since they cancelled my favorite show, and you've just proved they're not reliable!"
"Honey...Why are you so upset?"
"Brock, I'm not going to wear nothing but a towel, walking around the room while you're in here with me! Let alone spend the whole night in the same bed with you naked!"
"Do you want me to go find another hotel?" The thunder continued to roar. Reba didn't like the sound of angry sky.
"I can't send you out in the weather like this! This is all your fault!"
"How's that?"
"You asked for the sky to fall!"
"Oh yeah, what do you know? I have that power." Brock chuckled. Reba gave him a deadly glare. "Honey, what do you want me to do? Tell me I'll do it."
"I don't know Brock, what option do I have?" Reba took out her leather jacket that was soaking wet, she was afraid it might shrink. The air conditioning in the room was getting too cold; she had goose bumps.
"Er... darling... you may want to put your jacket back on. You're wearing white, and well..." Reba looked down, her white tank top was soaking wet, and it became see-through, and her white lace bra didn't help hiding the beautiful view. She quickly turned her back at him. Reba jumped a mile when Brock wrapped his arms around her. "Reba, what's wrong? I thought you're accepting me back."
"I am. That's why I want us to take things slow, one step at a time. Not sleeping naked in the same bed the first night we agree to get back together."
"It'd be very hard for me to resist you, but I'll try. Since I promised you nothing will happen unless you want it to happen."
"And guess what I'm afraid of?" Reba mumbled. Brock spread a grin from ear to ear.
"If something would happen, will you regret it?"
"I don't know. I don't want to and I want to. I don't know what I want."
"Why don't you go have a nice warm shower, you look kinda cold." Reba put her arms across her chest. "And if after you finish your shower, you don't want it to happen, it won't happen." She wasn't sure if she wanted to go all the way with him yet. "Oh I just remember, this will definitely put your mind at ease, I didn't pack any little blue pills with me. How's that? Feel better?" Reba chuckled while shaking her head. She went and took a nice warm shower. She nervously came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel that barely covered her hips and showed a good amount of her cleavage. Brock's heart started to race. It became harder for him to breath. He felt like the room temperature began to rise. Reba sheepishly smiled at him. He started to doubt if he needed those little blue pills because of his age or because he couldn't put himself in the mood when he was with Barbra Jean.
"Stop staring at me!" Her heart started to pound by his gaze. Brock just caught himself gawking at her beautiful body. There were a few drops of water on her shoulder. That was driving him insane. He fought his temptation not to pull her to his chest. He went to take his shower, make that a cold shower! He came out and saw Reba trying to dry their soaking wet clothes with the beach towel, hoping even if it wasn't completely dry, it would be just damp enough to wear back home. Reba didn't notice he was watching when she reached for a coat hanger to hang the damp clothes. Brock could have sworn he had a minor heart attack when her towel accidentally slid off her body. Reba picked up the towel and quickly wrapped it back on. She turned sharply at the sound of gasping.
"I'm sorry I was about to ask if you need any help."
"Yes, if you could look anyway but my way, that would help a lot," replied Reba turning different shades of red.
"I can't help it, you're gorgeous," said Brock holding her upper arms and kissing off those few drops of water that were still on her shoulder. Reba's breath began to quicken. Brock used all the strength he had to stop. He sighed. "Well, I'm going to bed." Brock slid under the blanket still turning her way. Reba took a deep breath in and sat down on the bed. There was no extra pillow for her to use to separate them. She slid under the blanket next to him, praying that her towel would remain in place through the night. She reached over to turn off the light, the towel became lose again and she quickly secured it. She lay on the edge of the bed, almost rolling off the bed when Brock rolled over to give her a good night kiss. "Can we cuddle?" In the dark Reba glared at him. "Okay, I take that as a no." Brock rolled over on his back. They both couldn't sleep; they were lying, listening to the rain. Thunder still roared, and the sound was getting closer by the minute.
"Oh God!" The room lit up by lightning and a loud clap of thunder shook the room. It made Reba jump and gasp.
"You never liked thunder and lightning, don't you?" He tried to pull her closer for support. Reba shook her head. She hated thunder, it sounded like God was angry. Reba snuggled next to him when another sheet of lightning lit up the room. Brock held her close. He hugged her tighter every time she jumped until the sound of thunder began to arrive noticeable later than the lightning. The storm was passing. Now Reba started to relax. She was so tense when the storm clouds were above them, she didn't even notice her towel became lose and slide off her body as she was moving closer to him. Brock could feel her naked body was pressing against his. He couldn't resist. He kissed her. And the moment that she deepened the kiss, they flushed 'taking things slow' down the drain. It looked like heaven favored him tonight.