Disclaimer: I don't own a single thing here. Four Brothers belongs to their writers, producers, film company, etc. No money is being made; this was written for pure enjoyment factor only. Just enjoy.

Rating: Mature for sexual content, harsh and perverted language, and drug use.

A/N: This story has connections with my first one "Wildflower" but you do NOT need to have read it to understand and follow. Wildflower focused on Jack, this will focus on Bobby with a sprinkling of Jack and the other brothers. I wrote this because I wanted Bobby to have someone after I stole Natalie from him in the other story to give to Jackie. Now maybe he'll stop bitching at me!

*Chapter One*

Kimberly thumbed the side of her beer bottle and let out a long sigh. Her secretary and close friend Melody had dragged her to the bar with promises of having fun dancing and Melody at least was doing exactly that while she merely sat at the bar. The idea to take time off and have a night out on the town had been a great one in the beginning but now she desperately wanted nothing more than to be curled up in bed with a good book.

"Why aren't you dancing?"

She continued to peel away the label on the barely sipped from bottle. "My feet hurt."

"How could your feet possibly hurt?" Melody rested against the bar and signaled the bartender for another beer. "You've been sitting on your ass since we got here. I know this place isn't fancy but look on the bright side, the drinks are cheap."

"No offense but this place is a dive."

Melody snorted. "I know Johnny's isn't a five star restaurant but you could at least try to have a good time. Find a guy, dance, have sex in the alley for God's sake but stop moping around wishing you were back at home in your little hole!" She accepted her beer with a nod and pulled on Kimberly's arm, yanking her clear off the stool. "Come on; let's go find you a guy to dry hump."

"Dry- I don't-" Kimberly barely maintained a grip on her drink as she was twisted and pushed forward. "Oh!" She collided immediately with the person standing behind them and the bottle fell from her hand to bust into pieces on the floor between their feet.

Hands grabbed her shoulders. "Watch where you're going Princess."

"I'm sorry, I- Princess?" She shrugged off the hands and stared into the face of the man that towered over her by at least two inches. He had sleeked back hair and a matching goatee on his handsome face; a face at the moment that was smirking down at her, his brown eyes glittering in amusement.

"You look like the princess type to me. Definitely out of place here in that business suit." He lowered his hands back by his sides and glanced down at his boots. "You spilled your drink all over my damn boots."

"She said she was sorry." Melody glanced between them and she could barely suppress her grin at seeing how they were staring at each other. "I think I'm just gonna… Bye!"

Kimberly almost moaned the second Melody completely disappeared on her. "She's right; I said I was sorry and I'm not a princess; there's no reason to be a jerk."

"You spilled your drink all over me because you weren't watching where you were going and I'm the jerk?"

"Bobby, quit being an asshole." A handsome African-American male appeared beside them, a wide grin on his face as he looked between them. "The lady said she was sorry; make up for running into her by buying her another drink."

"She fucking ran into me!"

"I don't want him to buy me a drink!"

The other man laughed. "Sure, you don't." He clapped Bobby on the shoulder. "Just buy her a drink jerk."

Kimberly let out a surprised squeal as Bobby was pushed towards her. He caught her shoulders again, the move bringing his face inches away from hers and she stared up at him, surprised to find he was still smirking.

"Come on Princess, I'll get you another beer."


The morning sun was entirely too bright. Kimberly grunted as she sat up slowly in her bed sheets and lifted a hand to rub at her forehead. She started to slip from the bed when she noticed she was completely naked. "What the…" Blinking, she lowered her hands and directed her gaze to her left. "Oh no."

The man from the bar laid beside her on his stomach, his head turned away from her. Bobby? Was that his name? Yes, Bobby. Was he- Kimberly lifted the sheet again.

"Oh shit."

Slowly she edged off the bed and escaped to the bathroom. She stood under the shower forever, not moving until the hot water turned cold. Last night was a blur, an endless cycle of drinks but she remembered quite clearly the moment Bobby had suggested going elsewhere. It had surprised her how fast she had agreed and somehow they had ended up at her house.

She ducked her head under the cold water again. There was no stopping the flood of memories as to what exactly they did and how many times exactly he had made her world explode. What the hell had she done? She felt dirty. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy what had happened but it wasn't like her. The whole night wasn't her; she never did one night stands. She didn't take sex lightly. She was in no position to do so, not in her personal life and definitely not in the professional.

Kimberly shut off the shower and after taking her time getting dressed, she stepped back into the bedroom. The bed was empty, the sheets still rumpled. Had he dressed and left without telling her? Of course he had! What was she thinking? She was just a one night stand, plain and simple. There was no reason for him to stay.

Her stomach growled as she made her way down the stairs. She rubbed at her head again, glad to feel her haze beginning to dissipate, but unfortunately it was leaving her tired and hungry. The soreness between her legs wasn't helping matters either.

"Nice house."

Kimberly let out a surprised shriek and ran straight into the kitchen doorway. "Shit." She grabbed at her head. She rubbed at her forehead. "You scared me."

"I noticed." Bobby chuckled as he shoved another chunk of bagel into his mouth. "Hope you don't mind that I raided your fridge." He spoke around the bread. "I woke up starving."

She lowered her hand and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling awkward in her tank top and shorts. "You're still here. I thought that you'd be gone by now."

"You thought or you were hoping?"

"Well…" She fidgeted and gave a small shrug. "I've never done this before so I just assumed."

Bobby swallowed and shoved the rest of the bagel into his mouth. He chuckled at seeing her eyebrows raise and he chewed quickly before swallowing again. "So you told me last night."

"I… I did?"

"If it's any comfort, you were a pro Princess."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me Princess."

"Stop calling me Princess!" She glared as hard as she could, feeling infuriated suddenly at the fact he was smiling at her. "I think you should leave now."

Still smiling, Bobby took a few steps towards her. "Why? We're getting along so nicely." He chuckled as she stumbled back and the back of her head hit the wood of the doorframe with a soft thud. "Careful there. I'm not making you nervous am I?"

"Shit." She rubbed at the back of her head and froze as she felt his hands slide onto her hips. "What are you doing?"

"You owe me a kiss."

She stared up at him with wide eyes, the ache in her brain suddenly not so noticeable. "I do?"

He nodded slowly. "You bet me I couldn't make you come three times in a row and if I remember correctly…" His grin turned lewd. "You lost."

Kimberly licked her parched lips, throat suddenly bone dry. "Why… Why would you bet only a kiss?"

"You don't remember?" His fingers moved in slow circles over her hips, fingers shoving the fabric of her shirt up so he could touch her smooth skin. "You teased me all night Kimberly, wouldn't let me kiss you one damn time." He chuckled. "Well, at least not on the mouth."

She blushed in embarrassment. "I told you; I've never done this before. I never… I never wanted to do this before."

"I find it hard to believe a woman as attractive as you does not have the time for a good fuck every now and then."

"Maybe I don't take sex lightly."

Bobby chuckled again. "Trust me, after last night, I know you're very serious about sex. A little awkward at first but you hadn't been with a man in years; there's no shame in that."

"Oh, no." Kimberly winced. "I told you that too didn't I?"

"That you did; so come on, pay up Princess."

She caught his eyes with hers, her own still wide and confused. "Why do you want to kiss me so badly?"

"Maybe I want to know if your mouth tastes as good as the rest of you."

She felt her body flush again, her stomach actually turning flips, and she bit down on her bottom lip at the feeling of his hands slowly sliding down her back in order to cup her ass. She kept her eyes on his and didn't fight the movement of his body pressing into hers to press her up against the doorframe.

"I… Oh." She sighed at the feeling of him rubbing against her and reached out to grab his biceps continuing to remain pliant as he lifted her from the floor. "I think… I think this breaks the rules of a one night stand."

"I won't tell if you don't."

In response, Kimberly wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to bring him closer. She didn't have to look away from him to know he was carrying them slowly back to the bedroom. "I don't even know your last name."

"Does it really matter?" Bobby maintained a slow place as he went up the stairs and for a minute, her mind flashed back to Melody's words the previous night. If only Melody could see her now.

"No. It doesn't matter."

He grinned and stepped into the bedroom; slow again as he lowered her onto the bed and covered her body with his own. "Good answer."

Kimberly reached down to tug up his shirt, stalling as he grabbed her hands and shifted back to press them to the bed beside her head. "What? What is it?"

"Your mouth Princess; give me your mouth."

She licked her lips slowly and felt a flare of satisfaction to notice his eyes follow the movement. "Are you sure that's what you want?" She inhaled sharply as he rolled his hips against hers. "Bobby…"

He didn't wait for her permission; he simply covered her mouth with his and rolled his hips again. Her gasp was caught between his teeth, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip before he dived deeper into the warmth of her mouth. Kimberly tugged to free her hands but he tightened his grip, leaving her no choice but to lie still and suffer gladly the caress of his mouth.

It was the ringing of the telephone on the night stand that made them break apart. Bobby's chest heaved, his dark eyes staring down into hers but he made no move to release her. She had no choice but to lie still as her heart beat quickly in her chest and listen as the answer machine clicked on.

"Kimberly? It's Melody; you're not still in bed are you? Hello? Pick up! It's eleven and you're not at the office! Did you forget what day it was? Hello?"

Kimberly pulled against the grip around her hands and surprisingly, Bobby let go, rolling onto his back. She reached over him to pluck the phone from the charger and pressed Send. "Melody, I'm here."

"Please tell me you're not still in bed."

"Um, kinda? I'm dressed… if that helps?"

"It's not like you to be late. We have an important meeting today. You haven't forgotten have you?"

Kimberly cleared her throat and glanced down to find Bobby staring up at her. "No, no, I haven't. Give me a few minutes to eat and brush my teeth. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Okay, no rush. I just…" Melody giggled. "You're never late so I figured it had something to do with that gorgeous man you took home with you last night."

"What about him?"

"OH! He's still there isn't he?"

She swallowed as she felt Bobby's hands slide past her tank again, warm hands shifting upwards to cup her breasts. "No." She answered quickly. "I have to go."

"Oh my god, he is!" Melody cackled with laughter. "Is he as good as he looks? I bet he went downtown didn't he? He looks like he would, a real peach eater."

"Melody!" Kimberly reached down to press a hand against Bobby's mouth as he let out a bark of laughter. "I really have to go now. I'll be there as soon as possible." She clicked off the phone and threw it to the side. "Bobby!" She pulled her hand back. "You bit me."

"I seem to remember you liking it Princess."

"Oh shut up. I have to go; I'm late for work." She moved to roll off the bed and stopped when he grabbed her waist. "Bobby…" Her hands found his shoulders as he sat up and she had no choice but to follow the movement and straddle his hips. "I really have to go."

He nodded, sliding his hands along the side of her face and he shifted his fingers back to grab a chunk of her hair. Keeping his grip gentle, he pulled her forward and covered her mouth with his again. The next kiss was slow and searching, still with passion but nothing brutal or harsh behind it. Kimberly sighed into his mouth as the kiss deepened, her own hands finding the hair at the back of his neck. She grabbed at the soft locks and couldn't help but to move her hips against his.

Bobby growled in the back of his throat. "You really sure you have to leave?"

"You just want to get laid one more time."

He chuckled and leaned forward to press his lips against her throat. She let out a soft gasp as he sank his teeth into her skin and thrust his hips up to meet hers. He licked at the marks left behind. "And you don't?"

"Will your feelings be hurt if I say no?" Kimberly squealed with laughter as Bobby growled and rolled them; her back meeting the soft material of the mattress. He easily pinned her wrists above her head again. "Bobby!"

His lips found hers and she let him violate her mouth as much as he wanted. His grip on her wrists tightening at the same time he pressed his hips against hers. She whimpered into his mouth. "Bobby…" She jerked her arms. "Bobby… Let me, let me touch you."

"No can do Princess; you insulted me." Bobby shifted to pepper kisses along the curve of her jaw. "Now you have no choice but to let me have my way with you and make you late for work."

She sighed and tilted her head back as he continued to rotate his hips against hers and trail wet kisses down her neck. "I'm already late." She wound her legs around his waist. "A few more minutes couldn't hurt."


They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, neither of them moving as they regained their breath. Finally Bobby rolled over onto his back. Kimberly continued to lay there and she let out a shaky breath before pushing away her hair from her face.

"I'm really, really late now."

Bobby propped himself up on his elbows as she slipped off the bed and began to gather clothes into her arms. "I want to see you again."

"What?" Kimberly froze halfway to the bathroom. "You want to what?"

"I want to see you again."

"I… I'm not… Maybe I don't do this one night stand thing all the time but I'm fairly certain seeing you again would break the rules."

"For someone who claims she doesn't do this a lot you sure as hell have the so-called fucking rules down."

"Oh please." She ignored him as he stood up and discarded the used condom into the trashcan by the dresser. "Don't act like you're some fan of long term relationships. I don't even know your last name and I can tell you sleep around. You're the one who suggested leaving Johnny's to come here and fuck in the first place."

Bobby ran a hand through his hair. "For your information Princess, I suggested the bathroom at Johnny's but you told me you wanted to fuck me blind on an actual bed."

"I did not!"

He burst out into laughter as she threw the shirt at him. He caught it easily and tossed it onto the bed. "Maybe you didn't say fuck me blind but it was your fucking suggestion to come here. I don't sleep with every woman I stumble across Kimberly, believe it or not."

"Well, I don't."

"Are you always this damn uptight with the people you fuck?"

Kimberly snorted and stalked forward to grab her shirt. "I think you need to leave now."

"I think you need to answer my question."

"Why? Why do I need to?" She poked him on the chest. "I've changed my mind; I don't think you need to leave, I know it. Get out."

"I'll leave when I'm fucking good and ready to leave Kimberly."

"You can't be serious! This is my house!"

Bobby chuckled as she poked him again. "I'm aware of that Princess; it's certainly not mine, it's too stuffy."

"Stuffy!?" This time she threw all of her clothes at him. He only chuckled as the clothes fell onto the floor. "My house is not stuffy; it's nice! These things I own probably cost more than your entire house put together!"

He shook his head and grabbed for her wrists, stopping her from being able to hit him should the idea suddenly become appealing to her. "You might be right about that Princess but you fucked me just the same."

Kimberly jerked to pull her wrists free but he didn't release her. "Let go! I have to get to work."

"Tell me you want to see me again."

"I want you to leave before I call the cops."

His dark eyes flashed, nostrils flaring, but he released her. He turned to grab his clothes up from the floor. "I don't know what you're fucking problem is Kimberly but you're right, I should go."

She crossed her arms as she watched him dress. "You should have been gone the second after you got what you wanted."

"I may not know your last name or who you really are but at least I know what I want Kimberly. Enjoy living in your fucking little hole for the rest of your life alone and miserable as fuck."

"Fuck you."

"You already did that Princess more than once, and you fucking enjoyed it."

The door slammed shut behind him and she listened to the sound of his footsteps pounding down the stairs. The front door slammed shut as well a few minutes later, breaking the silence of the house that suddenly seemed too large for one person anymore.



She stared at her coffee mug and tapped the side with her fingers.

"Kimberly?" Melody left the office door open as she entered. "Are you okay?"

Kimberly cleared her throat and nodded, finally glancing up. "I'm fine. What is it?"

"It's fifteen till two."

She nodded again, pushing her chair back from her desk, and rose to her feet. She buttoned her jacket before she started to collect the papers that were on her desk and shove them into her briefcase.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Melody took a seat in the chair across from the desk. "Did something happen with that guy? Did… Did he hurt you?"

"No." She lied. "He didn't hurt me."

"Was it bad? I thought he would show you a good time. I mean, I-"

Kimberly snapped her briefcase shut. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I'll take that as a yes."


"Alright, fine." Melody stood up and brushed her hands down the front of her suit. "Jeremiah Mercer called and should be here with one of his partners for the meeting at two exactly but he said one partner had car trouble or something. The other partner is picking him up."

"Tell me again why I'm doing this."

Melody frowned and reached out to grab the back of the chair in order to lean against it. "Because it's what you do."

"It's what my father did. I'm not my father."

"Right, you're not but you are following in his footsteps. You agreed to take over this company after he died and so far you've done an excellent job."

Kimberly shot Melody a look as she jerked the briefcase off her desk. "My father took pride in rebuilding this city and trying to make it a place to be proud to live in. He helped finance the first skyscraper and the first housing project that had running water. He made smart decisions. I don't see how I can live up to that by dealing with a man who has never owned a building franchise before in his entire life." She made her way around the desk. "Does this seem like a smart decision to you?"

"You've always made good choices in the past; I don't see that changing anytime soon."

"We'll see won't we?"


She paused in the doorway, glancing at Melody from over her shoulder. "What?"

"Um…" Melody bit on her bottom lip, "You know what, never mind."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, positive. It's just… Well, remember that conversation we had when you hired me, about how you wouldn't fire me without letting me explain myself?"

Kimberly frowned. "Sure, why?"

"I just wanted to remind you, that's all."

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." She chuckled at the look on Kimberly's face. "I didn't!"

Kimberly's grip tightened on the briefcase handle. "We'll talk more about this later when you decide to start being honest with me."

"I am being honest." Melody grumbled as she followed Kimberly down the hallway. "I didn't do anything, you did."


Melody scratched the back of her head and smiled as she continued to follow at a leisurely place. "Nothing!"


Kimberly paused at the conference room doors and inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes and exhaled before she shoved open the door and entered. "Mr. Mercer, it's a pleasure to see you again."

Jeremiah Mercer raised to his feet, another man beside him standing from his chair as well. "Ms. Carter." He motioned to the man beside him, "I'd like to meet my brother and one of my partners, Jack."

Jack was a handsome, tall man with wild hair and a warm smile. He wore a leather jacket on top of a white shirt and dark blue jeans. She also spotted the wedding ring on his finger. "Hello Jack."

"Ms. Carter." He extended his hand and she shook it. "It's nice to finally meet you ma'am."

"Call me Kimberly please." She nodded and motioned to their chairs. "Please have a seat." Sitting down her briefcase, she crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair across from them at the table. "Shall we wait for your other two partners before we actually begin?"

"I'd prefer it if we did, Angel and Bobby shouldn't be much longer."

"Okay, we can-" She paused and blinked at him. "Excuse me, I'm sorry; what did you say?"

"Bobby was having problems with his truck this morning so Angel had to go pick him up."


"Mercer; my brother and my partner." Jeremiah shot Jack a confused look. "Is there a problem?"