Chapter 10
By the end of the night, Misty was glad she had decided to come to the party after-all. The images of Ash and Tracy together had virtually faded in her immediate conscious and she had learned Brock was a very good kisser.
He had taken her outside of the building and he pressed her back against the brick wall and kissed her again. She kissed him back, running her fingers through his hair and feeling that desire become stronger than ever.
Then she realized…
Maybe her marriage was in shambles. But his wasn't. It was going to be if they got caught like this however.
He trapped his against the wall and trailed sweet, tender kisses down her neck. She grabbed on to his shirt and bit her bottom lip to keep from making any sounds. Misty knew by now that the more sinful something was, the better it felt.
"Brock…"
His hands were on her hips and they traveled downwards, hiking her skirt up until he ran his finger across the damp cotton of her panties. "Yes, Beautiful?"
Why did he have to call her names like that? It only made her want him more and that was probably his intentions.
She grabbed onto his shoulders and stiffened as she felt the jolt of her arousal. "Don't you have to go and get Lucy?"
"I'm not worried about Lucy right now, Misty." His voice was gruff and deep and held a slight sound of frustration. "And I know you're not either." He kissed down her neck and to her shoulders, pulling down the straps of her dress and kissing every inch of available skin.
"I don't want to get caught…" Her eyes scanned the area. It was dark and desolate. No one was out here. There was a dumpster across the empty lot that smelled terrible, even from a few yards away.
"I don't get caught." He kissed her lips again and he brought her leg up around his waist and she pulled him closer to her, reveling in the sensation of him between her legs. It made her desire even stronger.
Finally, he pulled away from her and she balanced herself on her feet. "Let's rent a room upstairs?"
Her slow, hazed mind took a minute to register. "What? Are you crazy?" Misty pushed herself from the wall. The idea was so tempting she just wanted to jump into his arms and have him carry her upstairs to one of the luxurious rooms, but she couldn't do that to Lucy.
Lucy adored Brock.
"I'm not crazy. I'm a guy." Brock turned to look at her. "Welcome to the real world, Sweetheart. If you're going to kiss me like that and allow me to touch you like that I'm going to get turned on and bring you upstairs."
"You're married!"
"Haven't you ever heard of an affair?"
Misty folded her arms and stomped her foot. "You're just trying to use me, aren't you? You just want sex from me!" She stood in front of him and looked him in the eye. Her voice faltered. He had gorgeous, dark eyes. "Well, you're not getting it."
Brock rolled his eyes and sighed. "Misty, if it was sex I wanted I could take my drunk wife home and get all the sex I could handle! Hell, I could even go out here and pay for it. But nothing would be as satisfying as making love to you. Nothing ever will be, either." His hands were on her shoulders and she shivered at his touch.
"I don't…know if I'm ready…"
"You're right. I'm sorry." He leaned against the wall and shove his fists into his pockets. "I'm being too pushy. We don't have to do anything. You just want to go back inside and dance with me, then?"
Yes, that was probably the best option, even though that was probably the last thing on her mind. The two of them walked back inside and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol were prominent after being outside in the fresh air for so long.
"By the way, where are you going to stay tonight? Here in Cerulean?" Brock pulled her close to him, resting his hand on the small of her back.
"I have no other choice. I have to stay with my sisters." She looked up at him through the dim, smoky atmosphere.
"You could…stay with me…" He suggested smoothly, almost in a playful way. Misty assumed he wasn't serious. He never was.
"I don't think that's such a good idea." She replied coyly
"Why not? Afraid you won't be able to resist me?"
"Well, aren't you Mr. Confident?" Her eyes sparkled as she stared up at him. She couldn't remember a time she had been so happy to be with a man like this.
"I am." He kissed her again, but then looked up to the lounge area. The wide double doors were open and he almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Lucy was curled up on the couch, sloshing a cosmopolitan on herself while she laughed and swayed against the same man who was flirting with Misty earlier. "What the hell-"
Misty looked back and saw the same scene Brock was looking at. "What's she doing?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to tell that jerk to stay away from my wife…" Brock pushed past her and she felt her heart sink. He's still in love with Lucy. No matter what he says or what he does, he'll always love her! Misty felt herself wanting to cry. Why had she gotten her hopes up so high that he might actually fall in love with her?
It was stupid.
She watched him walk a little ways towards the lounge but then he stopped and turned around, and started heading back towards her. Misty stood perfectly still until he reached her and when he did he kissed her yet again.
This time, she pushed him away very reluctantly. "Wh-what was that for?"
"She's kissing that guy! I'll bet you anything Barbara told her about us and now she's getting her revenge!" Brock loosened his necktie. "I hate that damn bitch!"
"My, my…" Barbara's voice churned his stomach and he looked at her as she dangled her car keys from her finger. "why are you so angry? Gee, it's such a double standard. You can practically have sex with this little tramp but Lucy can't make out with another hot guy?"
"You watch what you say about Misty!" Brock stood up to her and she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, don't start! I know she's still a virgin. I mean, look at her. Not even her own husband would sleep with her." Barbara gave an appreciative laugh. "You on the other hand, you'll fuck anything as long as it's female."
"Shut up, Bitch. And get the fuck out of here!"
"By the way, I didn't say a word to Lucy, so you can stop being such an asshole about it, ok?" She shook her head and walked away, grabbed her husband by the arm and dragged him out the door.
"God, I feel sorry for that guy." Brock shook his head and turned around. "Ignore her. She's an idiot."
"I know…" Misty looked away from him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Brock was concerned she may have been upset about Barbara's comment about her marriage. He knew it was a sensitive subject for her, especially today.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Was it what Barbara said?"
She shook her head.
"Then what is it?"
"You're just getting all jealous over Lucy and Rudy and…you completely forgot about me." She looked up at him and an unfamiliar guilt washed over him. He wiped the tear away that fell on her cheek and looked into her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize…I just…I don't know." Brock looked down for a moment and chose his words carefully. "I just don't like to see another man kissing my wife."
"I thought you didn't care about Lucy. You always say how much you're not worried about her when you're with me."
He had to admit, she had him there. "I-it's a guy thing. Look, Misty, I really do care about you. Everything we've done, everything we have…means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me."
"Don't hurt me, Brock. I've had enough of that for one day."
"I don't want to hurt you, Misty…." He stared down at her, trailing his fingers over her cheek in an almost unbearable sensuous caress. "I want to…love you. I want to make you feel special. Like no one ever has."
"I don't know if I can trust you." Her words pierced through him like a knife.
"Listen, can we go upstairs and talk?" Brock asked her and she grinned a little.
"I'm not stupid."
"I won't try anything. I swear. I won't even kiss you if you don't want me to." He held his hands up as he promised to show her he wasn't crossing anything. "Just talk."
"Alright…"
As soon as she stepped into the very expensive room, which was filled with the muffled sound of the music downstairs, she knew exactly what was going to happen. It wasn't anything Brock said or did, it was just a feeling. A feeling she was welcoming.
She could just see herself sprawled out on the bed, looking up at him and begging him to take her -to show her- how sex was supposed to feel. She wondered if it would be anything like what everyone else said it was.
"Are you angry with me?"
"No." Misty shook her head and sat down on one of the double twin beds. They were firm, but comfortable and a stuff, starched quilt lay across it and she brushed her hand over it. She imagined them rumpled and disorganized.
"I'm not angry." She finally said. "I have no right to be. Lucy's your wife. I'm just some woman you're messing around with…" She eyed him audaciously.
Brock stuffed his fists into his pockets and sat down next to her stiffly. He promised he wouldn't touch her, or kiss her. "You are so much more than that, Misty."
"Yea right."
"You are! Why do you think I'm trying so damn hard to make you happy? I just spent an entire evening with you when I could have spent it with Lucy. What does that tell you?"
"That you're a jerk…"
He laughed and stood up, an arrogant smile was plastered on his face. "You are so unpredictable."
Misty looked up at him as he stood in front of her, the lower half of his legs pressed against the other bed. Brock looked remarkably handsome in his dress shirt and tie, black slacks and shiny black shoes.
She stood up. "Is that a bad thing?"
He shook his head. "No. It's refreshing. I like surprises."
Misty retreated until her back was against the wall. If Brock took her in his arms, it would be disastrous. Every inch of her body was crying out for him.
"You're so wrong about me, Sweetheart." Stepping towards her, Brock removed his hands from his pockets. He was going to break his promise, he couldn't help it. Just being alone in this room with her was getting to him… "I'm not a jerk."
And he realized he didn't love Lucy quite enough to stop himself.
She was pinned between the wall and Brock and her breathing grew rapid, her chest was pressed against his and he looked down into her eyes. "I know you want me. I can see it in your eyes. That pretty little head of yours is filled with so many dirty thoughts about me you can't stand it."
Damn, he was good.
"You can't prove that." Misty said in a shaky voice, her arms wrapped around his neck.
"I could prove you wrong." His hand was up her skirt again and she felt herself surrendering completely. She hated herself for not putting up much of a fight. After all, what would be thought of her if anyone found out she had slept with Lucy's husband?
Not that she was worried about her own marriage, because that had fallen apart before it even started.
"You promised you wouldn't try anything." She whispered.
"When?" His palm was warm against her thigh.
"You said you just wanted to talk." She knew that wasn't all that he wanted. That's why she came up here because that's not all she wanted either. He tugged at thin string of her panties at her hip.
"I lied." He tangled his fingers in her hair and stared down at her with a molten expression. "We both know I lied."
Not able to bear it any longer, she pulled him down to her and kissed him.
Brock put his arms around her and pulled her gently towards him, giving her a chance to pull away if she wanted to. But how could she? Raw desire drove everything else from her mind. She needed to feel his are body against hers, filling with the ecstasy only he could bring.
"Misty," He groaned out between kisses. "It's going to be so different this time. I'm going to show you how it's supposed to be between a man and a woman."
With a sigh of anticipation, she clasped her arms around his neck and he gently laid her onto the bed. She fumbled with his necktie until it came loose, then she reached for the buttons on his shirt and he smiled down at her.
"I kind of like it when a woman takes control." He softly caressed her shoulders, pulling down her dress straps as he did it. He had already seen her almost naked once, but that was in the dark.
Suddenly, he was being pulled down to her again and her hand found its way into the waist of his slacks, tugging at the belt that kept them secure. He unbuckled his belt and allowed her to do the rest as he peeled off the rest of her deliciously short dress.
His eyes were focused on her breasts, her flat stomach, her voluptuous curves. Those curves he had always wanted to explore. His moved downward, kissing along her hips and thighs teasingly.
She dug her fingers into the bunched muscles of his back, then drug them through his hair. He looked up at her and his hands caressed her thighs as he hovered above her, kissing her again. This time, to reassure her that he would be gentle.
That's when she knew there was no turning back. She was too far into this to just not have sex with him now. She tried not to think about the consequences that tomorrow would bring, the regret that he may have, that she may have.
No, she would completely focus on Brock and share this moment with him. Even if it was the only thing they'd ever have.
"I want this to be so good for you. For us." He rested his forehead against hers, his hands still rubbing small circles on her thighs, igniting the flames that were already licking at her midsection. She need him now, she had never been more ready for anything in her entire life.
"It is already is." She whispered. Misty quivered as he trailed one hand between her legs and stroked her intimately, making her ravenous for him.
"You haven't seen anything yet." He growled sensually and repositioned himself in front of her, locked between her legs and her hand reached down to caress him. Her eyes grew wide.
"Is this…going to hurt?"
"I promise, it's worth it." He lowered his head down and kissed the valley between her breasts before taking one into his mouth. Her flicked his tongue over it until she was thrashing under him, practically pulling him into her with every eager cry of ecstasy.
"I've never wanted anyone like this," she moaned.
He kissed her fiercely and prodded at her entrance as if to warn her of what was to come. When he thrust into her deeply she yelped out at the quick, sharp stinging sensation and tears sprang to her eyes. Then it was gone…
Looking down at her, he brushed a lock of hair from her face and kissed her tears away tenderly. "Are you alright?" He licked the salt from his lips.
Misty nodded and closed her eyes, kissing him again as she raised her hips to meet his, to receive all of him. It was a wonderful, full feeling. To be completed by a man like this was almost miraculous to her. How could anything feel so wonderful?
They moved against each other with total abandon, pulling on the sheets underneath them, knocking the telephone on the night stand to floor. It was wild and crazy and so unpredictable and unrehearsed.
Something he had never experienced with Lucy…or any other girl he had in college.
Misty clutched onto him tightly as wave after wave of sensation swept through her body, thunderous and powerful at first, then spiraling down into a warm glow of satisfaction. She closed her eyes and pressed herself against him as she felt him release inside of her.
He groaned out and roughly pounded into her as his excitement overtook him. It was a strange sensation, but something that made her feel even closer to him than she already was. It was already clear to her what was happening.
She had fallen in love with him.
Then reality sat in. This would only complicate matters.
Sure, when she had agreed to come up here with him, knowing they would have slept together, she thought it would be just sex and then it would be over. But now she felt this strange, inescapable attachment to him.
Brock laid next to her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead. "Misty…" He whispered in a tired, lazy voice. His heart still raced, his muscles were still tense, his body was still rigid. He could barely move after that and the last thing he wanted to do was get up, go downstairs, find Lucy and drive home.
"Yes?"
"What if we stay here tonight?"
"What? What about Lucy?" Misty sat up and covered herself with the sheets.
"I saw Forest tonight, I'll call him and ask him to take Lucy home." Brock reached for his cell phone and flipped it open.
"Isn't he going to wonder where you're at?"
"I'll tell him I had a little too much to drink so I rented a room here for the night." He held the phone up to his ear and somehow Misty knew Brock was an expert at hiding secret affairs. The awful idea of her being just one many entered her mind again and she leaned back against her pillow.
"Isn't he going to wonder why Lucy isn't just staying with you?"
"He won't question." Brock promised her confidently. She tried to relax as he exchanged words with his brother. A small argument broke out, but eventually Brock won and then hung up. "I can always get my little brother to do anything I want."
She smiled at him and laid her head on her pillow, enjoying the warmth from him. If only this could be real. If only this could be forever. But it was only for tonight and she decided she was going to enjoy it.
"We better get some sleep." He finally spoke to her and she closed her eyes, suddenly realizing she was very tired. His grip around her waist tightened and he pulled her into him, kissing the curve of her neck and shoulder.
Misty felt a shiver travel from the top of her spine all the way down to her toes and she wished so badly that he would do it again. His hands ran up and down the curve of her hips cyclically.
"Goodnight, Sweetheart." He whispered to her in the darkness and she felt something inside her. Something inside her that made her want to cry and laugh at the same time.
"Goodnight, Brock." She spoke in a shaky voice and enjoyed the feeling of her skin against his as she drifted off to sleep.
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