Bobby meets His Match- Chapter 12
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Bobby eyes popped open as he awoke with a jerk and a gasp. He was covered in a cold sweat. He struggled to calm his breathing as he realized that he wasn't in the mountains of Afghanistan again. The mountain he was gripping was the soft body of the woman he loved. His head was cradled between her luscious breasts. The thumping of the machine gun was just the soft, steady cadence of her heart. He was safe. It had only been a dream. He realized he had his arms around her waist and was gripping her tightly, like a drowning man would a life preserver. He knew he was holding her too tightly, but he couldn't make himself let go, or even loosen his hold. Her soft warmth reassured him that he was safe in a quiet bed, instead of the cold hellish world he had relived in his dream. Fuck. Another of those goddamn dreams. At least he hadn't tried to kill her this time. This was why he didn't want goddamned therapy for his dreams. He hadn't consciously thought of them for ages, now that he was constantly thinking about it they were getting worse. This is why what was in the past should be left in the past.
He lay there, in the quiet darkness, his head in the valley between her breasts, wondering why this incredible woman wanted to be with him. He wanted to give her whatever she wanted. He knew he might lose her if he didn't agree to therapy, and she had every right to want that. Hell, he'd almost killed her once before from the remnants of a dream. But he didn't know if he could handle therapy. He had survived three tours in Spec Ops in a war zone by squelching down those memories, the thoughts, the fears he'd had into a deep place where he didn't have to deal with them. He'd need to do that so he could function.
If the horrible things relegated to his subconscious became part of his consciousness, could he handle it? He wasn't sure he could survive that again and remain sane. Would he still be a man she could love? If he dealt with the dreams, would it change him? Would she want to know what had happened over there? He had done some horrible things, but he wasn't ashamed of them, they needed to be done. If he were in the same situation again, he would do the exact same things again. But he wasn't sure she would understand that her sweet, gently Bobby could also be a killer. That was a side of him he didn't want her to ever know about. This was why he hadn't ever wanted relationships with women. They twisted you up like this.
Bobby lay pillowed between her soft breasts, and his fingers wandered down between her legs. She was so sexy, he wanted her again. He didn't think he would ever stop wanting her. His fingers toyed gently with her clit, and he heard her breathing hitch, and then she moaned softly in her sleep. Bobby grinned, wanting to orgasm her awake. He pulled himself up on his elbows and moved up to her face. She was asleep, her mouth slightly open, her auburn hair disheveled and so fucking sexy. Bobby's fingers continued to play with her and body writhed, a tiny grin on her face as if she were having a dream. About him. The soft little sounds she was making were driving him crazy. He leaned down, and took her lower lip between his, his mouth gently kissing her awake, as his fingers coaxed her from sleep to orgasm.
The illuminated numbers on Cathy's alarm clock kept the room from total darkness. It was 6am, and Cathy lay, exhausted, relaxed, having been thoroughly pleasured yet again by the insatiable man next to her. He had been sweet, passionate, gentle, but there had also been an edge to his lovemaking. She lay with her head on his chest, absently toying with his chest hairs. "Bobby, what's wrong?" she asked him. "Did you have another dream?" He just lay there, stroking his fingers through her hair, but didn't answer. He really didn't want to talk about this. He was feeling very pressured. Fuck. It was the huge elephant in the room, and he wanted to avoid it. But he'd never been a coward, and he wsn't going to start now. So he confronted it.
"Cathy, I really care about you and I don't want to lose you. But I don't know… there are parts of me, sides of my personality that you wouldn't like. I mean, I've done things,..bad things.." Yeah, like when I threatened to beat the living shit out of your ex if he came near you again, he thought. But he hadn't told her about that. She didn't need to know. He didn't want her to know. Just as long as the fucker left her alone. " I don't want you anywhere near that ugliness. But if I, well, if some of that stuff came up from the past…I don' t want to be someone who scares you.."
Cathy picked up his hand and toyed with it. " Bobby, I'm not naive. You were in Spec Ops for three tours, so I know you've seen and had to do some bad things. I am sure you've had to kill. Probably more than once. No, I don't want to know how many. I know you were trained to be good at killing." She stopped and kissed the palm of his hand, making him shiver. "But I also know that you are strong, loving, gentle, caring, and you will do anything to protect what you love, weather that is your country, your teammates, your friends… I would never hate you or be scared of you because I know you will never hurt me, and you will protect me . I know that whoever you killed needed to be killed and that whatever horrible things you did, you did to protect others, because you are a good man," she said, kissing his chest. I just don't want you to have to live with that terror forever. But you told me you'd consider therapy, so I will not pester you or nag you about it.
" But" she said, trying to lighten the mood, " if last night's "dinner" was a sample of strong, badass Bobby, I say bring it on."
She was still quivering from Bobby's last lovemaking. That man was insatiable. The large box of condoms she had just bought was almost halfway empty, and at this rate the rest wouldn't last very long. Bobby had kissed her long and hard before he'd left to go to work. It was Saturday and he had the early shift, meaning he'd have the night off. After he'd left, she'd spent another two hours in bed, curled up in sheets covered with Bobby's scent, dozing.
Now she put on her bikini , determined not to ruin this languorous mood with the usual paperwork she caught up with on Saturdays. No, today she was going to the pool. The apartment complex pool was just a short way from her apartment; she could see from here that there was no one there yet. She never went, she was always too busy. But today she was going to spend most of the day relaxing and enjoying the sun. After all, the restraining order took care of Scott, Bobby had just loved her senseless, and she didn't have a project due for another week. She was going to enjoy the lack of stress. She always hated putting on her sapphire blue bikini, though. Her breasts were too small and her hips were too big. But then she smiled as she remembered how Bobby had practically worshipped her breasts, and he loved her curves.
Cathy chose one of the metal chaise lounge pool chairs in the sunny spot near the deep end. She laid her towel across the chair and set out all the stuff she had brought. The water glistened in the sunlight and she couldn't resist diving right in. She surfaced quickly, shocked at how much colder the pool was then she had remembered. She swam around a bit, and floated on her back, staring up at the wispy clouds. The pool was nice and quiet. Usually there were kids screaming everywhere, but today she had it all to herself. It wasn't up to her to question why. After a few minutes, she got out of the cold water and started to put sunscreen on. She imagined it was Bobby rubbing it on for her. She took a sip of the margarita she had brought, and sat down, pulling her giant white sunglasses over her eyes. She put in her IPOD and took out the novel that she had been reading forever. She started to read, but the sun was so relaxing that she didn't even want to hold the book. She just lay there, closed her eyes, basked in the warmth of the sun, and thought of Bobby.
She felt the temperature change as something blocked the sun , putting her in shadow. She opened one eye, then just about lept out of the chair, her IPOD falling out of her ears. The sun had been clocked by a very big person. Scott Anders was standing right in front of her.
Bobby and Lester dragged Tony Remudo into the cop shop. He had been bailed out for robbery and domestic violence. The dragged him because he had a sprained ankle and what looked like a dislocated shoulder. The cop behind the counter took one look at the skip, shook his head, and then grinned at the two men in black. "Lemme guess," he said. "This one accidentally tripped down the stairs, too," he laughed. Lester didn't even crack a grin, "well, we can't help it if all our skips are fucking clumsy."
"Yeah," Bobby added, "asshole shouldn't have tried to run. At least we took this one to get him bandaged up first. "
Bobby and Lester went to Pino's to grab a sub for lunch. Lester flashed his killer smile and deep brown eyes at the new waitress, flirted with her mercilessly, and got her number as they left.
Bobby gave him a reproving look as he drove them back towards Rangeman.
"What?, Didn't you see the rack on her? Holy shit, a man could suffocate in those." Lester asked. "Why should you be the only one getting laid?"
Bobby rolled his eyes under his mirrored shades. Fuck. Here it came.
"You ARE getting laid, right? I mean, after the whole dream thing was taken care of. I mean, it is, isn't it…taken care of…"
Bobby was silent for a moment, looking sidelong at Les.
He was embarrassed. Lester was his best friend, but neither of them really talked about this feelings hit. "Les, since you got back, have you ever, you know talked to someone, like a shrink?" Bobby asked, almost embarrassed.
"Fuck, no," Lester proclaimed. "What the hell good will that do? They are just dreams. You wake up and they are over. Why? Has Steph been pressuring you , too?"
"Steph mentioned it, but Cathy really wants me to …"see someone."
Lester gave him a horrified look.
"You aren't going to, are you? I mean, shrinks are for cowa…" he stopped himself, realizing what he had been about to say.
" I don't know. I know she really wants me too. After all, I did almost kill her. But how the hell can I talk about that shit? It only affects me in dreams now, if I start talking and thinking about it…"
"See, this is exactly why you should have taken my advice and just kept it to sex with Cathy. Once chicks get in a relationship, they start telling you to do shit…"
"Besides, I was a SEAL. We did a lot of covert Ops .Most of the missions I did over there never officially existed. Details are top fucking secret. I couldn't even talk about it if I wanted." Les knew all about that. He and Bobby had been on a few missions together.
"So, what are you going to do?"
"I told her I'd consider it. This was considering."
Bobby hadn't finished his sentence when Les's cell rang.
"Yo." He glanced quickly at Bobby, his grin suddenly turning into a scowl.
"How long?" Les asked, his voice suddenly tight. Helistened to the reply, then hung up.
He turned to Bobby.
"Yesterday, when you had that Scott asshole against the wall, making him shit his pants, I was busy putting a tracker on his car."
"Dude." Bobby was impressed. He hadn't thought of that.
"That fucker is a pansy ass and stupid. Hal just called. Ander's car has been parked outside Cathy's apartment building for 5 minutes now."
"FUCK!" Bobby yelled.
He grabbed his phone and tried to call her as he made a U-turn in the middle of the street and sped to Cathy's place. Her phone just rang and rang and Bobby's call went to voicemail.
Cathy jumped up, her eyes flying to the table to find her cellphone. Her heart sank as she remembered she'd left it charging in her apartment.
"What are you doing here? You can't be here? There is a restraining order." She tried to back away, but he was between her and the pool gate.
Scott grinned. How could she have ever thought that was a handsome grin? It was just smarmy.
"You think a fucking piece of paper is going to stop me? Fucking bitch. I won't get arrested. I know most of the circuit judges. My business contributes to their campaigns. No way would they arrest me."
Cathy was shaking form fear and adrenaline. She couldn't call Bobby or the cops.
" That Neanderthal you sent didn't scare me , either."
Cathy was just trying to figure out how to get past him, trying to see if there was a way she could climb the fence.
"What? What are you talking about?" She asked, confused.
"Big fucking guy. Looked me up at work .Threatening me with his NAVY SEAL tattoos, telling me he'd kill me painfully if I even thought your name. Fucking empty threats. He'd never do that."
Oh, sweet Bobby, she thought through the panic. "Yes, he would. She said. He was in the military and he was telling me about all the men he killed there. He told me he would kill you if you touched me."
"Help. Call the police," Cathy screamed, hoping someone in the complex would hear her and get help.
Scott hit her across the face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch."
Cathy tried to get past him, near the side of the pool. He grabbed her and shoved her, pushing her down hard.
Cathy felt herself fall onto the hard concrete, she tilted off balance and there was an instant of excruciating pain as her head hit the side of the pool. She was dizzy and her vision darkened as she felt herself fall into the cold water.