Title: Enchantment

Chapter 4: Something so familiar

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Brock joked with her the rest of the way home. She was laughing as she entered the house. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the visitors in the living room.

"Hi," she said softly.

The man walked over to her. "I can't believe it. You're a real blast from the past. Looking good, Nell."

She placed her hand on his cheek. "You don't look so bad yourself, Mike."

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"Oh, why don't you two just get a room?" Brock quipped.

Reba turned her head around to look at him. "Why don't you just get lost?"

"Yeah, because nobody is 'getting a room,' Cheyenne interjected with air quotes. "Keep it up and the only place that you two will be going is upstairs to your room, grounded."

Lori Ann stepped forward. "Now, Cheyenne, you know how those two are. Give them a break. Mike and I just drove six hours to see them. I'm taking them out tonight."

"Both of us?" Reba asked.

"Yeah, it's been awhile since we were all together. It'll be fun," Lori Ann responded.

"Well, times have changed and it better be some PG-related fun for those two," Cheyenne warned.

Reba put her hands behind her back, crossing her fingers. "Definitely some innocent fun, reminiscing."

Brock didn't know where they were headed until Lori Ann's car drove into Van and Cheyenne's driveway. Brock and Reba were sitting in the backseat with Lori Ann and Mike sitting up front.

"What are you doing? Why are we here?" he asked.

Reba dangled the keys in front of him. "The place is currently deserted. Van and Cheyenne aren't smart enough to think of this. They are the equivalent of you and Barbra Jean."

"Hey, I resent that!"

"Resent that all you want. It's true. We're here to have a good time, like in the old days." Reba turned to Mike as she said the last statement, flashing him a thousand-watt smile.

"Perhaps you're being too hard on him, Reba. Lighten up. The night is young and so are we," Lori Ann interjected as she left the room.

Brock's mouth flew open. He'd never heard Lori Ann defend him before.

Reba leaned over to whisper in Brock's ear. "She's having Mrs. Robinson fantasies, like from the Graduate. Have fun." She snickered a bit.

"Just what do you have in mind this evening, Ms. Hart," he whispered back.

"Miss McKinney has some R-rated fun in mind for this evening," Reba responded, no longer whispering.

"Just what did you have in mind?"

"Alcohol, gambling, and nakedness."

"Dear Lord, I've died and gone to heaven. I like the new Reba."

"It's Nell. And this is the way that I always was until time changed me."

"I can vouch for that. She is the wildest and most fun girl that I ever hung around with," Mike asserted.

"I'm glad you feel that way because I'm not the one getting naked tonight. You are," Reba said to him.

Mike laughed. "Sure, honey. You're gonna end up naked on that pool table just like before. The image was burned in my brain."

"It'll have to wait the rest of your life because I'm playing to win tonight." Reba laughed.

Mike walked over to where Reba was standing so they were face-to-face. "Sure you are, honey. You just keep thinking that. I remember that night quite well and I remember you losing to me. I beat you fair and square."

Reba smiled slyly. "Did you really? Think back. I kept pouring the wine. I made the moves on you while we were playing. I let you lose because I knew that's what you wanted. The competition and the victory turned you on. Admit it."

Mike's face turned grim. "So, you say now, but tonight is different. No matter what I want you to play fair and square, it will make the victory that much sweeter."

The wheels started turning in Brock's head. He remembered all the time that they'd competed, like the last time in Jake's race. When they were married, those competitions lit flames behind closed doors after the kids had gone to bed. He knew what he had to do. She liked the thrill of the chase, adrenaline. He would have to show some aggression to get some attention from her. The problem was figuring out when it was the right time to get the right reaction out of Reba. Seconds later, she proved his point, and he knew his thoughts were right on the money.

She laughed and turned around to slap Mike on the behind. "Sure thing, babe. Rack 'em up."

Brock and Mike's eyes both got wide at her actions. Mike's mouth dropped open.

She put her hand on the side of the pool table and leaned against it. "I'm not some little virgin this time around. I've been around the block, so to speak." That's when she went into Van's liquor cabinet and pulled out the bottle of whiskey.

Lori Ann came back holding two six packs of beer. "Let the games begin."

Reba poured a shot of whiskey for each of them. "My thoughts exactly." She held up her glass. "Let's toast to Terry and to reliving the good times."

A lump formed in Brock's throat when his former best friend's name was mentioned. It wouldn't be the same without him. He wondered what Terry would think of all of this. He gulped down the fiery amber liquid and forced himself to smile. Reba still had Lori Ann, but Terry was gone. This experience wouldn't be the same without him. Still, the thought came to mind that Terry would've enjoyed watching Mike lose Reba again, since he was the one who broke them up the first time. Life was too short. Brock wanted to fix things and live his life to the fullest with the woman that he loved by his side. He prepared to dig in his heels and become just as stubborn and determined as his favorite redhead. He was jerked out of his thoughts by her voice.

"We started off the evening with two shots before the beer that night. That's the way that it should be," she said.

"Things aren't exactly like they were the first time. For one thing, Brock wasn't there that night. Terry was," Mike said, pointing at Brock.

Reba's smile formed into a firm line. "I know. Are we gonna play some pool, or just stand around?"

"Do you want me to go first?" Mike asked, getting the table ready. He smiled at her.

She smirked at him. She slowly walked over to the table, unbuttoning the first two buttons on her shirt. She leaned over in front of him to pick up the white ball on the table, rolling it to him.

Brock stood near Mike, casually talking as Reba did that. He knew that she was trying to give Mike an eyeful on purpose. He just wasn't prepared to get the free show himself. His jeans tightened at the sight of her.

She took an ice cube out of her drink, rubbing it on her neck before dropping it down the front of her shirt. "It sure is hot in here."

Mike missed his first shot. He missed the next two as Reba did more to flirt with him just before his turn.

Lori Ann's breath was hot against Brock's ear as she spoke. "I never thought I'd ever be attracted to you again, but you look so hot. It's terrific because Reba doesn't care this time. I'm free to do whatever I want, which is perfect since you're attracted to any woman in a skirt."

That inspired Brock to come up an idea of his own. He would tame the redhead by beating her at her own game. Reba had shocked Mike into losing a few turns. That didn't sit well with Brock. The four played the game in teams, girls against the guys. Lori Ann was following Reba's lead. Brock was ready to play to win. When Reba pulled her hair down out of her ponytail, he decided that enough was enough, after he regained his ability to think clearly.

He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his muscular physique. "You were right earlier. It sure is hot in here."

Reba and Lori Ann both stared at him blankly.

He walked over to Reba, whispering "I think it's your turn, Red."

Reba missed her shot that time. Brock beamed. Reba was still attracted to him. He still had a shot.

She shook her head, muttering. "I need another beer."

Her eyes connected with his for a second as she lifted the bottle up to her lips. She took a long, slow sip. When she took her turn, she bent over to make her next shot. Her jeans slid down revealing a thong and what appeared to be part of a tattoo. She had a tattoo now! He was excited to find out what other changes there were. It had been too long, seven years too long. In that time, he'd come to find someone vibrant and alluring underneath the woman who was once his wife.

Maybe she'd been there all along and he just need to take the time to discover everything she hid under that surface. Maybe the break was good for them. They both had grown into better people in the last few years, but that same hunger was still there. His hunger would never be satisfied by anyone but her. Her hunger was repressed deep inside her and he longed to be the one to pull it out.

They continue to play their game of cat-and-mouse. She finally realized what he was up to, even if Lori Ann and Mike didn't. The guys lost the pool match, even with best two out of three. The deal was that the guys had to strip down to nothing.

Mike groaned. It wounded his male pride to lose.

Lori Ann grinned. She'd never seen Brock naked before. Her curiosity and sex drive had clouded her mind. She'd suffered a dry spell with men lately.

Reba was surprisingly sullen. She didn't want to hurt Mike's pride. This was supposed to be fun. And she certainly didn't want to see Brock naked! She walked over to Mike. In a low, sensuous voice, she said, "If you give me a real good show tonight, I'll give you one tomorrow night. I'll make it worth your while, I promise."

Mike grinned from ear to ear. "I guess I'm at your service."

That only served to spur Brock on. He knew how to get a reaction out of Reba. He certainly got one when he started flirting with Lori Ann while he was half dressed.

Before the men could finish fulfilling the bet, Reba looked nervously at her watch. "Guys, I hate to break this up, but we've got to get home. If we miss curfew, Cheyenne will kill us."

Brock softly chuckled. He'd gotten to her alright.

Brock and Reba were lucky enough to find Cheyenne and Van asleep when they arrived home. They headed upstairs quietly to get ready for bed without waking anyone up. Brock started changing in front of Reba while he dug for clean clothes out of his laundry basket by the divider.

"Stay on your side. I've seen enough of you for one night," she said.

"Really? So you say, but your eyes were saying a totally different thing earlier," he remarked.

He approached her as she stood in her bra and panties. His whiskey breath was hot on her neck. She knew what he was going to do. She didn't try to stop him, and she didn't know why. His lips touched her neck and shoulders before he moved to claim her lips. She responded with her own intensity. He didn't touch her. They just stood there with hands at their sides, lip to lip.

She pulled away. "No, it's wrong."

"What's wrong with it? It feels pretty right to me."

"Don't get any ideas. I'm just a big hormonal mess. I haven't had sex in seven years. At this point, I'd find Eugene attractive."

He reached out to take her hand. "Seven years? Oh, honey, I'm honored."

She jerked it away. "Don't make too much out of it, you mo-ron! I'm fixin' to finally take care of that very soon. I just happen to be extremely careful about who I sleep with, unlike you."

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