Chapter 8
Misty woke up to the smell of food cooking downstairs. The bed was empty, but she could still smell his scent on the sheets. She closed her eyes and sunk down into it. She could hear voices downstairs. Delia, Ash, Professor Oak, Brock,Gary...Tracey.
Her eyes flew open. Tracey was awake, and she didn't sleep in there with him last night. He had to have known where she was. She felt panicky as she got up and rushed into the bedroom where he clothes were. She quickly dressed in one of her own outfits and combed her hair, which was a damp tangled mess since she had went to bed with it wet.
She hurried downstairs where she saw Tracey sitting at the table, eating a piece of French Toast talking to Professor Oak. Delia smiled at her as she came down the stairs.
"Oh, you're awake. You must have been so tired. It's almost noon," Delia said, smiling. "Come and sit down. Brock made breakfast!"
"It looks delicious!" She exclaimed, sitting down next to Delia. Gary took another pancake onto his plate and doused it with syrup.
"Hey gorgeous," Tracey said, walking over and kissing her on the head. "Sleep well?"
Brock watched him, and he noticed Tracey give him a death stare. He knew what went on between them last night.
"Yea," she said, but she made eye contact with Delia and she knew the older woman knew something. She had one pancake and a glass of orange juice. She wasn't feeling very hungry. Last night had made so many feelings come rushing back to her, and sleeping beside him all night was definitely something that solidified her feelings for him.
"Good, because I was thinking of taking you down to the Garden this afternoon," Tracey said, smiling. "Just the two of us."
Misty looked over at Brock, and Tracey forced her gaze back to him. "I want it to be romantic."
"A-alright," she agreed, stammering a bit. "I'll just go upstairs and get ready." She walked towards the stairs, and Tracey sneered at Brock.
"I'm going to go outside for a bit," Tracey said, standing up and heading for the back porch door. "Tell Misty I'll be waiting on her by the front gate." The door closed behind him and Gary stood next to Brock.
"I don't think she should be with him alone," Gary lowered his voice. He knew his grandpa was a little hard of hearing these days, but Delia was still young enough, and not much got by the woman, but he realized Delia was gone.
"Where did Mrs. Ketchum go?" Brock asked.
"Oh, she went upstairs to check on Misty," Samual responded casually, taking one last sip of orange juice. "I better get down to the lab and start taking a closer look at that GS ball. Ash, I'd like you to come with me. I may need you to do me another favor."
"Anything, Professor, you name it!" Ash exclaimed, following him towards the door.
"Now, I'm going to need to make a few calls first, but I need you to go to Azalea town for me and bring this ball to Kurt. Now he's-" his voice disappeared about the door and Brock looked over at Gary.
"He knows, dude," Brock said, looking through the kitchen window at Tracey, who was standing casually by the gate.
"Knows what?" Gary asked.
"Last night, Misty came into the bathroom while I was in the shower, I'm not sure why, but she seemed really upset," Brock told him. "Anyway, we ended up messing around...again. She didn't want to go back to bed with him, so I let her sleep with me."
"Did you have sex with her?" Gary asked, his voice in a hushed whisper.
"No," Brock responded, quickly. "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. I'm not one to brag...but we were together last night. I couldn't help myself. I knew it would piss him off, but...Misty's my girl. She always has been, and always will be. She loves me back, she told me she did last night."
"Obviously, he woke up this morning without her there...I bet he's taking her down to that flower shop to ask her to marry him. He feels extremely threatened by you," Gary said, keeping his eye on Tracey the whole time.
...
Delia knocked the guest bedroom door and Misty quickly pulled on her skirt and ran a brush through her hair. She assumed it might be Tracey, so she quickly opened the door, she was relieved to see it was Delia.
"Misty, I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, sweetly.
"Oh, no, Mrs. Ketchum, I'm just getting ready," she said, touching up her make up.
"I just wanted to talk to you about something," Delia said, sweetly.
"Oh, alright," Misty said, sounding unsure. Did he hear them last night? Was she that loud? She felt a mix of embarassment and anxiety.
"Misty, if you don't love Tracey, you don't have to marry him. You don't have to say yes to him. You do know that it's OK to turn down a marriage proposal if it's not what you want, right?" Delia asked, rubbing her back gently.
"I-I know that," Misty stammered a bit. "But I do love Tracey. I'd like to marry him someday." Her voice shook, and she knew that Delia could tell she was lying. Tears came to her eyes and she started to sob.
"Oh, Honey, don't cry," Delia pulled her into a hug. "You're going to mess up your gorgeous make up. Don't lie to yourself, Misty. I know you're in love with Brock."
Misty looked up at her, through her tears. "H-how do you know?"
"Well," Delia said, running her fingers through her hair. "Every girl looks at that one guy in a way that just tells you that she is completely in love with him. I didn't look at a man like that until I met Sam a couple years ago. Ash's father was a good man, but he wasn't the one I was supposed to be with. I never felt such passion until I met Sam..."
Misty wiped her tears away. "But Brock's hurt me before. He made me think that he loved me and then he left...and he did the same thing last night. I'm so afraid to feel that kind of pain again. I don't know what to do. What he leaves me?"
"Misty, Brock came here all the way from Valencia Island to be with you, to apologize," Delia said, softly. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I just want you to know what your options are.
She nodded and fixed her make up in the mirror. "I better get going. I don't want to keep Tracey waiting."
Delia helped her fix her outfit and she smiled at her. "Have a nice time, Darling."
Misty made her way downstairs and Brock rushed over to her. "Misty, you shouldn't be alone with him."
"Brock, he's my boyfriend," she said, sounding a bit irritated. She didn't need his protection all the time. "I have every right to be alone with him."
"It's not safe," Brock argued, taking her by the hand. "Please, Misty. Just stay here."
She looked over his shoulder at Gary, who was standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of orange juice. He knew he had cooked something up with Gary.
"Brock, I'm not your sex toy, OK?" She jerked her arm away from him.
"I don't think of you as a sex toy, Misty," Brock groaned, and grabbed her arm again. "Misty, please..."
"Brock, I don't need you to protect me constantly!" She raised her voice and pulled away from him yet again.
"Then what was last night?" Brock asked, chasing her towards the front door. Gary was enjoying this.
"A moment of weakness," she said, wanting nothing more than to just fall into his arms, and have him carry her away and make love to her. He was so good to look at, but even better to touch.
She closed the front door behind her and Brock stood there, feeling like a complete fool, and very confused.
"She hates me," he said, sitting down on the couch.
"She wants you," Gary said, as she watched her walk off with Tracey. "The way you two look at each other it's a wonder that you're not fucking right here in the living room."
"Gary!" Delia scolded him.
"Well, it's true!" He said, throwing his arms up. "Just do it already and get it over with. You just let her walk out the door with that weirdo! Who knows what he's going to do to her!"
"I can't let him hurt her," Brock said, more to himself than to Gary. He stood up and put on his shoes. "I have to make sure she's safe! I promised her I'd never let anyone hurt her ever again...not even me."
...
The inside of the flower nursey smelled so sweet. Thousands of different scents were all around her. A bouquet of red roses sat in a vase on the table, and Tracey smiled at her, picking them up.
"These are for you, My Love," he said, handing her the bouquet.
"Oh, Tracey, thank you," she said. "That's so sweet." She felt guilty as her thoughts went back to Brock, and what she had done with him the night before. Even now, just thinking about the way he touched her, sent shivers up and down her spine.
Tracey wasted no time. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring.
"Misty, will you marry me?" He got down on one knee and showed her the ring. It was beautiful, of course, but Misty just knew she couldn't say yes. Her heart didn't belong to him, it didn't even belong to her anymore...
"Tracey..." she said, looking down at him, tears coming to her eyes.
"Say yes, Misty," he said, his voice quivering.
"Tracey, I can't..." she said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I just cant..." She turned to walk away, but she felt him grip her wrist, and pull her back to him.
"Why? Because of that fucking egomaniac, Brock?" He jerked her arm, and she felt like he had popped it out.
"Ow! Tracey, you are hurting me..." she screamed, trying to jerk her arm away. But instead of letting go of her, like Brock did, he gripped tighter.
She was thrown to the ground in an instant and he put his weight on top of her. "I'll be damned if that I let that asshole take my girl from me! He might have had you first, but I'm gonna have you, and after I'm through with you, you won't even know his name!"
"No, Tracey, please," Misty pushed him away, blinded by tears. "Tracey, please don't! I didn't have sex with him. I swear!"
"Stop your whining!" Tracey slapped her hard across the face, and Misty kicked her legs and tried to knee him in the groin.
"Quit trying to kick me, you fucking crazy bitch!" He sat on her knee caps and held her hands down with one hand while he pulled out a knife with the other. "If you don't stop fighting me, I will slit your pretty boy's throat, and yours! I'll make you watch him die first! I'll kill them all! Do you understand me?" He screamed at the top of his lungs and spit in her face.
"Now, you shut the hell up and cooperate!" He unbuttoned his pants and smiled down at her. "You're gonna like this!" He lifted her skirt and Misty started to cry.
"Please, Tracey, stop this," she begged him. "This isn't you. You don't want to do this to me!"
"Shut up!" He screamed as loud as he could in her face. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" She felt his hand on her hip, and then she felt his weight come off of her. She was paralyzed for moment, and her vision was blurred from tears. She quickly wiped her eyes, when she realized her hands were free and she looked up to see Brock holding Tracey by the throat against the glass window.
"Fucking scream at her like that again, you sack of shit, and I'll put your fatass right through this god damn window!" Brock screamed at him, and Tracey grasped at his wrists. He had dropped his knife in surprise when Brock grabbed him.
"What you can't scream in my face like you did hers, you fucking punk bitch?" Brock slammed his head against the glass. "I'll put your head right through this! You slap around women because you can't take a man on?"
"Brock!" Misty stood up, dusting off her skirt and pulling it back down.
Brock squeezed his neck harder. "Come on, you son of a bitch! Fucking scream at me!"
"Brock, you're going to kill him!" Misty shouted, pulling at his arm. "Please, he's not worth you going to prison for the rest of your life."
Tracey gagged and gasped for air, he tried to kick his legs, but his body was becoming too weak from the lack of oxygen.
"Brock!" Misty shouted again, and pulled on him and he finally let him go. Tracey fell to the ground, and looked up at him weakly.
"You son of-" Tracey stopped aburptly and coughed, gagging, and spitting up something similar to sludge.
Brock grabbed the knife from off the ground and pointed it at him, as he wrapped his other arm around Misty.
"You better never touch her again!" Brock said. "Next time I won't stop choking you until every ounce of your pathetic life drains from your body! You understand me?" He yelled at him, and Tracey weakly closed his eyes and laid his head down.
"Brock, can we just go, please?" Misty asked, wrapping his arms around his. He led her out of the nursery and down the road back to Delia's house. It was a while before either of them spoke, but Brock was the first to say something.
"Misty, I'm sorry that happened to you, and I'm sorry you had to see that side of me," he apologized, grasping onto her hand and lacing his fingers with hers.
"Brock, you were just protecting me...I should have listened. I knew he was a bad guy, I just..." Misty trailed off.
Brock stopped her and turned her towards him. "Misty, I'm never going to hurt you. I'm not going to leave you again. I told you, I love you. Last night wasn't me just being a horny guy. I wanted to please you, I still do."
She looked into his eyes, and stood on her toes to kiss his lips, softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back, softly and sensually. She pulled back and looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes.
"Brock, what's wrong?" She asked.
"I just...I've never wanted to take another human being's life," He answered. "I'm not a violent person, but when he was going to hurt you, all I could see was just...red. I wanted to kill him. Please don't think anything bad of me, Misty. I just want to do everything in this world to protect you."
She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. "Brock, you were just protecting me. I love you, and I can never hate you or think bad of you."
"God, I love you," he wrapped his arms around her and dried his tears. He had never cried in front of anyone before, especially a girl he had feelings for. He was a tough guy, usually, but the thought of losing Misty, or having her hurt, was just too much for him.
Delia's house was empty when they arrived, and Brock looked out the window. Nobody was in the yard.
"They must be at the lab," Brock concluded, looking back at Misty who stood quietly by the kitchen table. "Are you OK? Are you hurt?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I was just so scared." She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes.
"You don't need to be scared anymore," he said, softly. "I've got you now."
She looked up at him, her eyes were brimming with tears. She stood on her toes to give him a soft kiss. He responded slowly at first, then kissed her deeper and longer. He didn't want to scare her, or make her feel forced.
She felt his hands on her thighs, and then she felt herself being lifted and put on the table. She giggled in surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.
Misty let her hands explore the tight muscles of his back and his toned abs. He loved the feeling of her touching him, and enjoying him as much as he was enjoying her. She then pulled her own shirt off over her head, and smiled up at him.
The black lace of her bra was the only thing concealing his eyes from her breasts, and he was already very aroused.
"Misty," he whispered, breathlessly against her mouth. She kissed him and ran her tongue along his lips, causing him to impatiently play with the clasp on her bra. Her hands tugged at the button on his jeans.
"I want you," she said, her body aching to feel him inside of her. She had been aching for that ever since that night on the beach. Actually, she had been aching for that ever since she laid eyes on him, she just didn't know what it was, or why.
"Are you sure you're ready?" He asked, kissing her neck softly and sliding his hand underneath her skirt.
She nodded, impatiently, guiding his hand to the area between her thighs. She was very ready. He smiled and lifted her off the kitchen table.
"Not down here, we could get caught," he said, heading towards the staircase.
He pulled her down on top of him when they reached the room he had been staying in. She tugged at his jeans, and he pulled off her skirt, giving her another passionate kiss as she straddled his hips.
"I don't want to hurt you," Brock whispered, trailing his fingers over her smooth skin, and grabbing both of her hips with a firm squeeze.
"It won't hurt me that bad," she assured him, leaning down to kiss him. "Just do it quickly." She pressed her lips against his. He moaned at the feeling of soft, wet heat sliding down on him, as fast as she could. Tears came to her eyes, and she lifted herself up, looking down at him beneath her.
"Are you OK?" He asked, his hands touching her everywhere from her breasts to her hips. She nodded, and felt him move inside of her. It hurt just enough to make it strangely pleasurable. The feeling of fullness was strange to her, but something she knew she never wanted to be without again.
Brock had to pace himself. He didn't want to end this too soon, he wanted to please her again before he finally let go of his release.
She pressed both of her hands on his chest, rhythmically meeting his movements, and feeling him move in and out of her. He pulled her down to him, and softly licked the hard, rosy bud of her breast. He immediately felt her arousal mounting, squeezing tighter around him.
"Yea, you like that?" He asked, letting his fingers tease her nipples, while he captured her lips in a kiss. He pounded himself into her, harder and harder as he become more aroused. With each quick thrust, she could feel him edging her closer to orgasm. He ducked his head down to her breasts, and played his tongue around her nipples, until she was moaning so loud he was sure that the others would hear it if they came home, but he didn't care.
Her hands twisted the sheets underneath them, her breathing becoming more rapid.
He didn't stop until he felt her tight heat surround him. She sat back onto him, causing him to go even deeper inside of her, and she rode out her waves of pure pleasure.
Brock wrapped his arms around her back and flipped her over, setting both of her ankles on his shoulders. She looked a bit shocked, but was begging him with her eyes to give her the roughest sex he possibly could. He paced himself. It hadn't been that long since his last time, but being with Misty was very intense. She was sexy, and the scent of her arousal was so sweet, so invigorating, that he thought he might lose control at any minute.
He pushed her hips against his, he could feel her pulsing heat all around him. He sighed and thrust in and out of her as fast and as intensely as he could, but careful not to hurt her. Her hands gripped the sheets, and his eyes moved from her beautiful face to her breasts, that were bouncing with his quick rhythm. He grew harder at the sight of that, and stopped, dropping her legs down beside him and pressing his weight down on top of her.
She had tears in her eyes, and he brushed her hair away from her face, kissing her softly.
"Are you alright, Sweetheart?" He asked.
"Yes," she said, not sure why she was crying.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" He looked into her eyes and she shook her head.
"I just...I just love you," she pulled him down for a kiss, and he kissed her back. She craved the feeling of him inside of her, a mix of pleasure and pain. The sounds he was making with his own mounting pleasure were driving her over he edge again.
She felt his warm lips on her neck, her breasts against his chest was one of the most erotic feelings she had ever had. She wrapped her legs tight around his back as she felt her orgasm mounting again. He rested his fingers on her clit and moved them in small circles while moving in and out of her.
He heard her lusty sobs of pleasure as he brought her over the edge once again. Her back arched towards him and he continued to rub her, and kiss her, prolonging her orgasm for as long as he could. He loved the way she looked, knowing that he was the one getting her off. He had fantasized about it so many times, but nothing he could ever make up in his mind could compare to this.
He pulled away from her, and smiled.
"Get on your knees, turn around," he said, his voice was hoarse, his hair was tossled and tangled with sweat. She blushed, he looked incredibly sexy like that. She sat on her knees and he walked around behind her. "Now lean forward."
She looked back at him, hesitantly.
"Don't worry, you'll like this," he kissed down her back, as she leaned forward on her hands. He slid into her wet heat so easily, he knew he was very close. She threw her head back, and let out a cry of lust everytime he trust into her. He tugged lightly on her long hair with one hand, and gave her an erotic slap on her curvy diererre with the other. That made her grind against him even harder.
"Oh, you like that?" He smiled and did it again, and the faster she moved against him the closer he came to orgasm. He reached his hand around her hips, and rubbed her clit once again. He knew he had to bring her there fast, because he wasn't going to last much longer, not like this.
"Come for me, Beautiful," he whispered in her ear, pounding her as hard and as fast as he could, coaxing her body into another climax with his fingers. She felt it building up inside of her with every thrust. It crashed over her, like a rough wave from an ocean. She looked back at him, feeling her own body pulsating around his. Her cries of pleasure made him lose control, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her onto him as he filled her up as much as he could until he couldn't move anymore.
He collapsed on the bed with her, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her.
"I love you, too" he whispered softly.
She smiled and let her head sink into the pillow. She softly closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms. It felt like the safest place in the world to be.