Bobby Meets His Match – Chapter 17
This is a shorter chapter, but I wanted to get it posted. Please leave feedback, as I live for it.
Cathy kept looking sidelong at Bobby as he drove the SUV expertly through the city traffic. She had intended to confront him right away about what had happened with Scott, but as soon as she got into the SUV, all logical thought flew out of her head. Bobby was wearing his black Rangeman uniform, and it made his already sculpted body even more chiseled. Suddenly, it seemed like the Scott issue could wait. As soon as she had gotten into the SUV, all she could think of was how much she wanted to have sex with Bobby- now. His muscles bulged as his large hands maneuvered the steering wheel. Nothing seemed as important right now as having those hands on her. She sighed as she remembered what they could do to her. She felt herself get wet just looking at him. She knew he probably wouldn't touch her until her ribs were completely healed. He was like that.
"So, um, do you have the rest of the day off?" She asked.
"Yes," he answered. He turned his head to give her a glance. He knew that she was going to ask about the damn Scott thing. He'd rather get it over with, because it felt like an anvil hanging over his head about to drop on him. He never ran from things, best to deal with the issue and get it over with.
Bobby jerked when her hand suddenly moved to rest on his thigh, moving gently up and down the aaut muscles in his leg. He damn near drove off the road as he felt his dick swell. She looked at him and grinned," Maybe we can, you know…" she said, suddenly apparently shy. Fuck. He really wanted to fuck her senseless. It seemed like it had been forever since he'd touched her. But her ribs were still healing and probably still painful and he wasn't going to hurt her again.
"Um, I don't,.. we shouldn't…your ribs are still sore," he heard himself stammer, sounding like an idiot. Shit. She was lucky he could still even drive with her hand on him like that , so close to his dick.
By the time they got to her place, Bobby felt like he was going to explode. He had expected that she would confront him with the Scott question right away, but she really wanted sex. There was no way he was having sex with her until she was completely healed- he wasn't going to hurt her again. But he could definitely use this to his advantage. He could definitely distract her from the Scott thing.
Bobby waited just inside the door as Cathy fed the cat, washed her hands, and then grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
"Baby, no, we can't do this," he said as he allowed her to pull him into the bedroom. She pulled him down next to her on the bed, and put her mouth on his. Her lips moved over his and Bobby had to pull himself away before he lost control. He pulled back.
"There is no way that we can have sex that won't hurt you."
" I want you so badly," she whispered.
Bobby grinned. His mission was to distract her from asking about Scott and he knew just the way to accomplish it without causing her pain. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, her torso slightly elevated to take some of the pressure off her ribs, then he diligently applied himself to accomplishing his mission.
Cathy just let herself float on the sensations of Bobby's mouth sucking and toying with her clit. His mouth had started on her breasts, gently kissed her ribs, and then went to work between her legs. They hadn't actually had sex, but Bobby worked diligently on satisfying her. She could only gasp, her body spasming as Bobby's amazing mouth coaxed her to yet another orgasm. She had lost count after the third one, and she didn't think she could handle any more. Bobby must have sensed this, because he gave her a final caress, then stretched out next to her. He kissed her and he tasted herself on his lips. She didn't want to do anything but lie in his arms. He sat against the headboard, pulled her against him, and she fell asleep with his huge arms around her.
Bobby knew the minute Cathy awoke. She was lying against his chest, and he couldn't see her face, but he felt her go from the limpness of sleep to her current tenseness. She was absently stroking his arms, caressing his muscles. Damn that felt good. But he knew from the tenseness of her body that she was about to bring up the topic he most wanted to avoid. Ok, it wasn't the topic he MOST wanted to avoid. That would be talking to someone about his damn dreams. This one was close, though.
"Bobby, you never told me what happened with Scott?" she asked in a soft voice, sliding over so that she was cradled against him, facing him.
Bobby tightened his arms around her. Ok, start out evasive, and see if she lets it drop, he thought. " You don't ever need to worry about him again. He can't hurt you anymore," was all he said. She felt his deep voice rumbling in his chest as he spoke.
" How do you know he won't hurt me?" she prodded.
Fuck. She must already know. Maybe she was the fucking TV news? That fucker Morelli better not have bothered her.
"I made sure he won't," Bobby said, confidently.
Cathy took a deep breath, turned to look at him face to face. " Bobby, my secretary saw on the news that Scott died from a fall. Did you push him off that cliff?"
Ok, that was one Bobby could answer truthfully.
"No, I didn't," he said. Cathy wasn't deterred.
She pulled back from him a bit, and looked into his eyes. "Bobby, did you kill him?"
Bobby looked her straight in the face. Again he could be honest this time. "No."
He looked into her eyes and knew he couldn't dodge any more. He'd have to tell the truth. If he didn't use the word, "torture.."
" I didn't kill him, but I did beat the shit out of him. Then, well, nature took care of the rest," Bobby told her finally.
She was looking at him with her mouth open in surprise, like he was a monster, and Bobby felt his heart sink.
" Oh my God, you beat him almost to death, then let him die…" she stated the obvious.
"How did he get at the bottom of a cliff?"
Bobby felt defensive and did what all soldiers do on the defensive, he closed up. " You are better off not knowing that, but I will tell you that I didn't do it."
Cathy was silent for a minute, absorbing what he told her. She had suspected it, but she hadn't really believed. Bobby had just , practically , confessed to murder. Or at least assault. She had never met a guy who was as sweet and tender and caring as he was, so it was hard to actually believe he'd actually beat someone almost to death. That wasn't" her "Bobby.
"You killed Scott just because he hurt me?, " she repeated.
"Just" what the hell did she mean "just because Scott hurt her." He had more than hurt her. The fucker had damn near killed her. " I didn't kill him," Bobby defended himself. He looked into her eyes, holding the contact." I wanted to. I was planning to. But I didn't because I knew you wouldn't want me to," he told her, hoping that last part would win him a reprieve from her anger.
She pulled out of his arms, as if she couldn't bear for him to touch her anymore. Bobby looked stunned, but let her go.
"Bobby, you can't just beat up a man because he hurt me."
"I gave him a chance. I warned him to stay away. He didn't listen…"
'so you beat him almost to death?," she finished for him.
" He wasn't just some innocent guy. He didn't just hurt you. He bothered you even after I warned him to stay away. He pushed you into the pool."
"He didn't push me. I backed away from him and fell."
Bobby couldn't believe that she was mad at him and defending that asshole.
" He deserved to die. He saw you fall in the pool and he didn't do anything. He left you there to die. When I found you , you weren't breathing. You didn't have a pulse. You were DEAD. If Les and I had gotten there just a few minutes later, we wouldn't have been able to revive you," his voice cracked with the memory as he finished the sentence.
Cathy almost cried at the hurt expression on Bobby's face. She careesed his cheek gently with her fingers. . " Bobby, I know you saved my life. You always protect me and the things you love. But you can't just go around beating people up for me."
"What the hell else would you expect me to do?" He was unaccustomed to having his actions questioned. He did what he had to do and he didn't second guess himself.
" Call the police , like everyone else does."
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Cathy realized her error. She was expecting Bobby to behave like a regular guy. Bobby wasn't a regular guy. He never would be a regular guy, and she didn't want him to be. A regular guy could never have endured the things he'd endured and survived with such gentleness and caring intact. A regular guy didn't constantly protect the people he loved. Bobby was a warrior, and he was a healer. He was a guy who took control of every situation, who saw the world as black and white. Bobby had his own code of honor. He would think nothing of dying for those he loved. Or killing for them. She loved him BECAUSE he wasn't a regular guy.
Bobby must have read her mind. " I am not a regular guy and I never will be. I don't regret beating the hell out of Scott because he ignored my warning and almost killed the only woman I have ever loved. That is how I am. I would do it again. A year ago, I would have just killed him. I didn't because I knew you wouldn't want me to."
Cathy looked at him and the fear he saw in her eyes stabbed like a knife. She was afraid of him?
" You don't have to be afraid of me. I'd never hurt you. You know that," he whispered, caressing her face.
She grabbed his hand and held it . " I know you would never hurt me on purpose. I know you love me and you would do anything, even die, to protect me. You are so sweet and gentle and tender . But I also know that you have seen a lot of violence and you can be violent. And you can lose control, like you did when you had your bad dream. You have very strong feelings of both tenderness and of violence. "
Jeezus, here was that fucking therapy thing again.
"I can't go through life worried that you will beat someone up or kill them just because they insulted me or hurt me. Or that you will go to jail because you killed someone That maybe you might…" her voice tapered off, "that you might unintentionally lose control and kill me."
Bobby looked into her eyes, shocked. He knew where she was going with this, and he sure as hell didn't want her to go there. He felt, well, he didn't really know quite what he felt because he'd never felt it before. Never this type of despair, loss, anger, hurt, guilt, and the knowledge that he had, just by being who he was, screwed up the best thing that had ever happened to him. If he had protected her well enough in the first place, none of this would have happened.
"Bobby, I need some time."
"Time?" women always said they need time. What exactly the fuck did that mean? It usually meant that they were dumping you. He felt the fabric of his world ripping violently apart, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"But, I love you. I would never…"
" I know you love me. I love you, too. But I need time to think about weather I can be with you. You need to get help- talk to someone, not just about your dreams, about that violence that's inside you."
That was it. His heart had officially shattered into a million pieces like shards of glass. She got out of bed, wrapping her robe around her, and headed for the door. Bobby got the message without her saying anything.
She wanted him to leave, and she didn't want him to call her.
"I'll call you after I've had some time to think," she said, giving him a kiss.
Bobby couldn't leave without making sure she knew, she understood. " I love you. I would never hurt you. But I don't regret delivering on the threat I gave Anders. But I didn't kill him because I knew you wouldn't want me to."
He felt his damn vulnerability and hurt overwhelm him, and his vision clouded with unshed tears. Then he kissed her softly on the mouth and left, before she could see his tears fall.