Bobby meets His Match- Chapter 11

Sorry it has been a long time, but I am getting back into the groove. This chapter is half story, half smut. Please leave feedback, as I live for it.

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic smut. Read at your own risk.

Bobby chased the skip that had gotten past him. How the fuck had that happened? Chico Alvarez was fast, but he didn't get very far before Bobby tackled him, then pinned him to the ground and cuffed his arms tightly behind him. As Bobby was getting up, Lester came running from the back of the building to assist, breaking into laughter when he saw him.

Bobby looked down to see what Lester was laughing at and saw that his pristine black pants and tight Rangeman t-shirt were now covered in dust and dirt. That pissed him off. You couldn't look like a badass if you were covered in mud. Fucking skip. He brushed what dust and dirt he could from his clothes while Lester took Alvarez to the SUV.

" Are you trying to compete with Steph in the getting filthy department?" Lester taunted him good-nauturedly. "Cause I don't think you'll win. She's way ahead of you." Lester looked at Bobby to see if his teasing got the desired reaction. "Of course, if you had been paying attention to the skip instead of daydreaming you wouldn't have had to roll in the dirt with him." Lester continued. "If you are going to be so careless all the time, I'm going to request Binkie for a new partner.

"Shut the fuck up," Bobby said, knowing Lester was right. He had been thinking about Cathy and not paying attention to the skip.

" Hey, I hurt my arm, man, I think you broke my arm," Alvarez was shouting from the back seat. Lester turned around and gave him a glare. "If you don't shut the hell up, more than your arm will be broken." He raised the partition between the front of the SUV and the skip area in the back.

Lester looked sidelong at Bobby, who was still preoccupied with his dusty uniform. "I saw Cathy at the office waiting for you. And now you are all daydreamy, like a chick. Can I assume that things went well and your issue is no longer an issue?" Bobby turned, his mirrored shades reflecting Lester's shape back at him, and sighed.

"No, its still an issue. Just not in the way I thought it would be."

Lester didn't usually talk about this kind of stuff with another guy, hell, with anyone. But he loved Bobby like a brother, closer than a brother. "So she's not upset about your dream? You can still do the horizontal mambo?" Lester asked.

" She is upset, but not enough to decide not to see me again. Now can we just go get the body receipt for this asshole?"

They drove Alvarez to the cop shop and Bobby pulled him out the back. "Hey, man, don't you have to take me to the hospital for my arm? Cops gotta do that. I know my rights." Alvarez whined. We don't have to do shit for you. We can even beat the living shit out of you, as long as we bring you in alive, so quit whining." Lester told him. Bobby glared at Alvarez. "Well, we could have taken you , but you made me get my uniform dirty, asshole."

Bobby got behind the wheel of the SUV and tossed Lester a file. " This guy is Cathy's Ex. Only he won't leave her alone." No further words were needed. Lester smiled at the thought of kicking some ass.

Bobby parked the SUV across the street from a generic brick building in the business district. He watched as a sportscar parked in front of the building, and a guy who was built like a football player got out. The man fit the photo in the file. It was Scott Anders. Bobby's eyes narrowed beneath his shades. This fucker was big and probably thought he was tough and could push women around. Lets see how the pansy ass coward wet his pants when faced with someone his own size. Bobby suddenly lept out of the SUV and walked quickly towards the man.

Lester knew Bobby well enough to know that he'd better go and keep Bobby from killing the guy. Because Bobby was a medic, people tended to forget that he was also an ex-SEAL and he could be a dangerous motherfucker when he wanted to be. He was NOT someone you wanted as an enemy. Bobby could shoot a sniper rifle as well as he could start an IV, and he had no compunction about killing someone if he had to. And from the look on his face, Bobby wanted to kill this Scott asshole.

Bobby drew himself up to his full height, as he rapidly approached the man. This asshole was big, but Bobby was just as big and solid muscle. He approached the man and asked, "Are you Scott Anders?" Scott smiled a smarmy smile and said, "Yes, who are you."

Before Lester even realized it, Bobby had the guy up against the brick wall of the building. The guy was making some crybaby noises about calling the cops. Bobby strained his biceps making his hugemuscles stand out and stood upright so that his gun was evident,. He got right in the guy's face. " Do I fucking look like someone who is scared of the cops? " He threw a piece of paper at Scott. "Cathy Jurgens got a restraining order against you. You cannot legally come within 500 feet of her." Scott looked scared, but was trying to hide it. He looked pleadingly at Lester. "hey, you . Do you know this guy? Get him off me .." Lester made a mock scared face. " No fucking way, dude. I'm not messing with him when he gets like this. You 're on your own."

Bobby got in the guy's face. " But I am telling you, you will not be in the same room as she is, you will not look at her, call her, you will not say her name, you will not even think of her. You will never have any contact with her again, because I will know. As far as you are concerned, she no longer exists."' Bobby flexed his NAVY SEAL tattoo. "See this? ," he said, pointing to the tattoo, "It means I know 100 ways I can kill you, each involving more pain than you can imagine. Do you fucking understand me , asshole?" Bobby pegged Scott with an aggressive look that left no doubt he would enjoy ripping Scott apart.. For a minute. Lester wasn't sure if he was going to have to pry Bobby off the guy. Scott swallowed visibly , then said, "yes," and nodded his head. "You will not get another warning." Bobby slowly turned and left Scott trembling against the wall.

Cathy was glad she had taken the risk to go to Rangeman. She had cleared the air with Bobby, he agreed, to CONSIDER therapy, and he had gone with her to get a restraining order against Scott. He was coming over tonight after his shift for a quiet evening at home, hopefully screwing like bunnies. She had bought a whole box of extra large condoms just to be ready. She had also made some calls and gotten a few names of some good therapists, just in case. She wouldn't push Bobby about it. A guy like him probably didn't take well to being pushed. She didn't want to ruin what they had. She'd just have it available.

She had just finished her hair and her shower when the doorbell rang. She opened it and was met with Bobby's beautiful smile. Damn. That smile ought to be registered as a lethal weapon. She had thought of nothing but him for three days.

" Hey, you look gorgeous." He said, giving her a kiss. He held out a bag of take out Chinese. Cathy couldn't believe a guy as handsome as Bobby would find her attractive. He could have any woman he wanted, and she was amazed that he wanted her.

"Thanks for bringing this. I am so hungry." She took the bag to the kitchen and turned her back on him, arranging the contents on the table. Her hand froze in midair as Bobby pulled her hair to the side and his lips grazed her neck. He stood behind her and pulled her back to him, his lips kissed a trail from her neck to her collarbone. Bobby's hand came behind hers, taking the food from her hand and putting it on the table.

" I have wanted you for three days," he whispered huskily into her ear. He used his body to back her up against the kitchen wall, his mouth covering hers. While his tongue dueled with her, his hands slid under her shirt and before she knew it both their shirts were s gone. Bobby ran his hands over the soft satin and lace of her bra his fingers toying with her nipples through it. Then it was gone and her breasts were spilling out. Bobby wasn't being sweet gentle Bobby like he was the other night. This was aggressive, dominant, alpha-male Bobby , going after what he wanted. He wasn't gentle, but he was careful not to be too rough. She ran her fingers and tongue over the muscles in his chest and his broad shoulders, and heard him groan. His massive biceps pulled her onto her toes as his mouth covered her breasts ."So perfect" he whispered as he bent and captured her breast in his mouth. His hand had skimmed its way down her abs and when his fingers reached her clit, her knees buckled. She could only gasp, as his massive arm wrapped around her taking her weight and holding her against him and she heard him growl when she wrapped her legs around him.

She ran her hands down his shoulders and chest, her fingers playing in his hair. She felt him shudder as she ran her tongue from his neck to his shoulder. She wanted to tell him how sexy his rippled chest and shoulders were, but she couldn't talk, she couldn't think, it was all she could do to keep breathing. This was dominant Bobby, in control and she surrendered to him. Not that she had any choice. His fingers and mouth were totally controlling her, she could only gasp and cling to him, her fingers in his hair, her lips on his neck as his fingers and mouth took her to the brink of orgasm, then backed off, and then back, building the pleasure by not letting her go over. She felt she was going to burst from the unreleased pressure. "Please, Bobby, please," she begged, and he finally relented. His massive arm was trembling with holding her to him and she stiffened and writhed in his arms as he took her scream in his mouth as his fingers finally plunged her into orgasm. He backed her against the wall again, balanced her there while he grabbed a condom from his pocket. He pushed her against the wall as he entered her with one huge thrust. She grabbed his ass and pulled him against her, taking him deeper and she heard him gasp in pleasure. He pushed her against the wall as he thrust into her over and over. He gave one final thrust , yelling as he took them over the edge.

When the orgasm sensation ebbed, Bobby was pressed against her, his body still throbbing, holding her to the wall. For a moment the only sound was their gasping as they worked to catch their breath.

Bobby came to his senses first. He tenderly kissed her shoulder and whispered, "That was amazing. What's for dessert?"