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A man comes back to Houston claiming to be the real Brock Hart. Is the man who been living with the Harts for almost eight years an imposter? If so, is Reba still married to the real Brock? What surprises are in store for Brock? A Breba story.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 26 - Words: 109,366 - Reviews: 194 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 12-31-12 - Published: 08-08-11 - id: 7264676
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Chapter 25: Boiling point
Time: Fall 2008
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Previously- Reba laughed. "You don't have to flirt with me. I'm feeling better."
"Things will seem better with time. Maybe after a while, you won't think about Dr. Mo-ron at all."
Reba laughed when he imitated her accent. "I hope so, because right now I still have feelings for him. But thank you for making me feel better."
"Anytime, Red. I'm here whenever you need me."
What happens next? Stay tuned to find out! Keep reading to find out more!
The answers to the questions above will be revealed as you read the story. Here is Deceived!
Now on with our next chapter-
Reba knocked on the basement door.
Brock flashed his pearly whites at her. "Hey, what's up?"
"I feel like we're making it back to being friends, especially since our movie fest two days ago. You seemed so sad and lonely today for some reason."
"Not exactly sad..." Brock followed Reba into the living room.
"Well, it looks like all the kids are out tonight. Cheyenne and Van took their kids to the Montgomery's. Jake and Maggie are staying the night at their friends' houses. Wanna spend the night with me?"
He smirked. "Are you propositioning me?"
"I guess I am," she replied slyly. She saw the conflicting emotions in his eyes. "Relax, I just meant that if you were gonna spend the night watching TV, then maybe you'd want to watch TV with me. There's a Horror Fest on cable."
"I don't remember you being a horror fan. You used to jump in my lap while watching scary movies."
"Everybody grows up, Brock. I love them now."
"Well, turn on the TV and I'll get the popcorn." Brock went into the kitchen eagerly because he was a horror movie fan.
Reba covered her eyes while the blood thirsty maniac on the screen attacked his prey. "Just tell me when it's over."
"I thought you liked horror movies now?"
"I do. I like thrills and chills, not gore. I can watch babysitter killers and killer dolls with no problem, but this is just too disgusting."
"I knew you couldn't take it."
"Whatever, you happened to pick a bad movie."
Brock turned the TV off and Reba pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"So, if we're gonna talk as friends. Why don't you catch me up? What's your love life been like?"
"Mostly I've dated guys who have left me or hurt me."
"And then there's Mike."
Reba chuckled. "I somehow knew you'd get back to that one. I like him. He's a great guy. He treats me really well, better than any other man that I've dated."
"Ouch! So, what happened to Mr. Perfect?"
"It's tough because so much of our feelings are tied into a shared past, a past that includes you. He always wondered if I was over you and couldn't move forward until he was sure. Finally, we decided that I would never be totally sure."
Brock sat there with a smug, satisfied expression.
"Don't look so happy about it. Alex twisted everything up until I couldn't think straight. For reasons that aren't clear to me, he made it difficult for me to try to move on."
"I'd like to think that my brother did what he had to in order to keep me in your heart. He knew that I was out there somewhere. He made sure that I could come home and step back into my life."
Reba rolled her eyes. "I'm not so sure about that. Who says that you're any good for me?"
He folded his arms. "Really?"
"Yeah, you're no knight in shining armor."
"You used to think I was."
"I was young. Things look different when you're young."
"We share a past. Things weren't so terrible."
"They weren't that good either."
"I'm still a good guy."
"Yeah, Maggie seems to think so. You've really won her over."
"So, what's next for you? Alex isn't here to mess with your mind. Mike has stepped away. Jack is...well you know what Jack is. Then there's me. What are my chances looking like now?"
"After what I've been through, I'm looking for a good guy."
"Does he have to be good all the time?" Brock didn't give Reba a chance to answer. He silenced her with a kiss.
The kiss turned needy on both parts. She put her hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer. They collapsed onto the couch together, her hand running through his hair and his arms wrapped around her. She reached up to unbutton his shirt. He sat up and unbuttoned it quickly himself, not wanting to waste any more time.
"I got it." She reached up and pushed his hands away so she could unbutton the last two buttons on his shirt.
Finally, his shirt was open. He leaned down to kiss her once more, his hands rested on her hips. Her hands were on him under the cloth, exploring the feel of his skin against her fingertips. He decided the shirt was still bothersome.
He didn't want to stop kissing her, so he removed it awkwardly while trying to continue the kiss.
"If my shirt had to go, then yours should too." He finally had to pull away to get his arms out of the sleeves.
Reba laughed. They fumbled together to unbutton Reba's shirt. He pulled her shirt open, gazed into her eyes, and kissed her again hungrily. They pulled up off the couch together in one fluid motion. He pulled the shirt from her arm to drop it to the floor. She ran her hands over his muscular chest. He was naked from the waist up while she still had her lacy purple bra on.
Suddenly, she pulled away. "Uh... we have to wait." She stepped back to create distance between them.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently.
"Nothing...something...you." She ran her hands through her hair. "Why can't we leave well enough alone? This always ends up happening. We can't..."
"Why?" He stepped toward her, keeping his voice calm and gentle.
"You don't want to do this."
"I do. I really, really do."
She shook her head. "That's just our bodies talking. Nothing is settled. It doesn't solve anything."
"Our bodies can keep talking. It's okay. We don't have to settle anything tonight. Why can't we just continue? It doesn't have to mean anything more than just living in the moment."
"What about the heartbreak, the obvious separation between us, and the underlying feelings of resentment?"
He took her hands and laced her fingers with his own. "Whatever is happening or not happening here shouldn't have anything to do with our past? Why can't we live in the present?"
"Because I know that you still want this to go somewhere. You want a marriage and all that comes with it."
"You've begged me to back off and give you space. I am. So much that it hurts. I'm not asking for anything other than this moment. Why can't we just write off the past and start again, clean slate?"
"I'm afraid that this will just be a rebound for me."
"Why did you invite me to spend the evening with you?"
"I thought that we could be friends. You kissed me. I didn't ask for it. It just feels wrong."
"So, this is about Dr. Morgan again?"
"I don't know."
"That's great. It's an honest answer." He moved to hold her again. "Maybe it's not a rebound. Maybe it's just a simple attraction like the first time. We are two consenting adults who share a house together. Why can we just be two people who really enjoy being around one another?" He moved in to kiss her again. She reached out for him. There was a loud knock at the door. "Go away," he shouted at the intruder. The knocking got louder and more frequent.
"Reba, open up. It's me. I know you're home," Jack yelled.
"It's Jack," she whispered, stepping back.
"I don't care." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body against his. "He's with Barbra Jean now."
The knocking continued. "Come on, Reba. I have to talk to you."
Brock stepped back again, swore, and combed his fingers through his hair.
Reba sighed. "Let him in. I don't want him to make a scene. Let him get an eye full."
Jack walked into the house. "I need to talk to you about what Barbra Jean told you." His eyes took in the scene and the pair's obvious state of undress. "Are you doing this to get back at me?"
Reba pointed to herself and Brock. "This is not about you. What you do isn't any of my business anymore. You were nothing but a waste of my time."
"Reba honey, you have no idea who this guy is or what he's really about. He wants to own you at any cost."
"Thanks for the warning, pal. You're nothing but a cheat and a liar. You do nothing but hurt me time after time and I'm not gonna take it anymore. This has nothing to do with him. We've been in this situation before, haven't we?"
Jack reached out to touch her cheek. "I know I hurt you, but that is no reason to turn to him."
"One, he's not just anyone, he's my husband. Two, I don't care what you have to say. And three, she told me everything. She couldn't wait to share the intimate details."
Brock stepped in between the two. "Don't you have somewhere else to go? Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
"It's not what you think. I didn't betray you."
Brock stood with his arms crossed. "She's been through enough, Morgan."
"My life would be a whole lot better if I never had to see you again. Get out!" Reba's breathing was unsteady and her hand was on her chest.
Jack stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, worried about her high blood pressure.
Reba raked her hair through her hair, looking as if she was fighting the urge to cry. "He's got some nerve, flaunting Barbra Jean in front of me and then demanding that he didn't betray me. Pfft...horsefeathers!"
"Can we get back to where we were? I'd like to take you upstairs for a little fun to take your mind off... things. We have a beautiful bed waiting."
"Really?" Reba couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She stepped back in disbelief.
"He lies to you. He pulls the rug out from underneath you. And I gotta pay for his mistakes?"
"You're right. He has lied to me repeatedly, even before you showed up back in my life. He's humiliated me more than once. It's about time I learned my lesson. I can't go through that again."
Brock reached out and took her hand. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just put your trust in the wrong guy. For the record, I tried to get you to open your eyes. You were supposed to take a year to think things through."
Reba's eyes flared. It was all she could do not to throw him out, too. "You didn't tell me anything. You didn't tell me all the things that he was out there actually doing to hurt me. If you suspected something, why didn't you check it out and come to me with proof? That would've opened my eyes. That's what best friends do." She hurled the words at him before lowering her tone. "That's what I would've done for you."
"Honey, I'm not the guy who wants to see you humiliated."
"But you did. When I sat there in that therapist's office begging you to come home, you told me that you had to marry Barbra Jean in front of our kids. That, by far, was the most humiliating moment of my life."
He was shouting back at her now. "That wasn't me! That was Alex. At some point, you are going to have to separate those memories- the fake Brock ones from the real ones. I'm the opposite from Alex and that slimeball Morgan. I wouldn't have stood by silently while innocent people got hurt." He lowered his tone when he saw the expression on her face. "I'm not claiming to be a good guy. I'm not. I left my wife and family. I fooled around with my dental hygienist. These are the things that I've done and I've owned up to them. But I'm also the guy that came to his senses and went back home to seek the forgiveness of the people who mean the most to him. Every time I look at Maggie, I am reminded of a time when our relationship had hope and love at its core. We had something..."
"I want to believe you, but how do I know... how do I know that history won't repeat itself?"
"Okay, I'm not such a good guy. I'm not a saint like Mike, but I'm not a fool like Jack. I'm somewhere in between. I am flawed, but you are, too. You want reassurances. I want just a tiny bit of faith from you. I held onto my love for you for almost eight years. I, at least, deserve one small chance." He gently rubbed her arm.
"I don't want to mess this up by rushing things."
He put his arms around her neck. "I think that we've been doing about this all the wrong way."
She cocked her eyebrow up. "Really?"
"We could have sex because it's the best way to get back at everyone who tried to hurt us, the ones who kept us apart. Jack kept us apart and took you for himself. Now, he's moved onto Barbra Jean."
"That's not a good reason to have sex." Reba put her shirt back on, pulling her hair out over the collar. "I want to make better decisions. I haven't done such a great job of that lately. Revenge sex is a step in the wrong direction. It's beneath you because we've never done anything like that before. We've had some interesting motives to have sex before, but it was for the right reasons. We need to step back and look at this situation calmly and rationally."
"Okay, can we agree that what happened tonight before we were interrupted was nice and if it ever happened again it would be a good thing?"
"Yeah," she answered slowly.
"There's still something between us, Reba."
"But if I slept with you, it still might not be for the right reasons. Working things out takes time. It would be skipping some steps and we'd be back to the same issues in the morning."
Brock smirked. "Somehow that's still okay with me. It doesn't have to mean anything unless you want it to." He took her hands in his.
"Brock, you're my friend. I don't have many close friends, just Lori Ann, Mike, and you. I trust you as one of my oldest and dearest friends. You were gone for almost eight years, and now you're back. You're my best friend. We lost this friendship once, but I know how much I need it. I can't bear to lose that." She pulled her hands back. "Thank you for tonight. Thank you for everything." She turned to walk upstairs.
Brock followed her, still shirtless. He stopped her before she entered her bedroom. "Hey, let me ask you just one question."
Reba smiled. "Go ahead."
He leaned into her doorway. "Do you remember when we were just friends like this and we slept together anyway?"
She stayed silent, blushing.
"I remember, too, babe." He grinned at her.
"That was a long time ago!"
"I think there's still hope for me."
"Dream on," she teased.
"Don't worry. I will."
To be continued...
What happens next? Stay tuned to find out!
Author's note: Between the new steaming pairing on GH and Malibu Country, I just couldn't keep my mind on my original stories when I had so much enthusiasm to update this story. I participated in Reba's live chat and she actually answered one of my questions. She said that she won't be recording any more albums right now unless it's for Malibu Country.
I love how much everyone has enjoyed this story, so I'm working hard to post more updates for it. Thanks for the requests. I had 75 readers for chapter 24. I'm honored to have so many people enjoy this story.
Remember I am participating in a national writers challenge for the month of November. During my update post, I asked for reader support for my original stories. I would really appreciate if readers could read and review my original work as I pursue the writing challenge.
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Please let me know what you think about this update. Review or PM me and tell me what you like about Deceived. To be honest, I'm not sure how many more chapters will be added. Just when I think that I have everything planned towards an ending, I get an idea to add more. Thanks for reading. I really appreciate your feedback.
Here's the author shout-out. I'd like to give a special shout-out to Chatte578. This author wrote a great story called Better Than I Know Myself. I hope she plans to update it more frequently. If you missed it, please check out the other Reba fanfics by this author called Wildfires, Mate for Life and Broken Girl. Her most recent stories are on my list of my favorite Reba fanfics.
I have to thank my fellow writers for the wonderful updates to my favorite stories lately. Please check them out. These are quality Reba fanfics!
Better Than I know Myself
A New Love
Lessons in the Ward
Two Black Cadillacs
Shout out to my favorite stories. They're great. I hope to see new updates for them soon.
A Love Hate Relationship
Time flys when your having fun
The One That Got Away
Web of Lies
Hart Breaking Words
Afraid to Sleep
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