Bobby Meets His Match- Chapter 23
I don't own Bobby, except in my dreams. Cathy is totally my creation. Sorry it has been so long since I updated. In this chapter, we discover that, as sweet as he can be, Bobby is still a guy.
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Since her run in with Anders, Bobby had been even more concerned than unusual about Cathy's safety. Just because that fucker Anders was dead, didn't mean that some other asshole couldn't break into her apartment or accost her outside it. Cathy was a social worker and sometimes worked with the dregs of humanity. It wasn't outside the realm of probability that one of her clients could find out where she lived. Bobby had bought her a new deadbolt for her door, but that alone didn't make her apartment safe. All anyone had to do was break a window, or jimmy a lock, and she would be helpless.
Bobby decided that Cathy had to learn to shoot. It was one other way he could protect her. Not just for her own safety. He was finding himself constitutionally unable to date a girl who couldn't at least fire a gun. He wasn't expecting her to go running through the streets like Dirty Harry after bad guys, but he did want her to be able to defend herself in her home if she had to. It had never been an issue with a woman before, since Bobby had only ever had sex with women before and never developed enough of a relationship to care.
The building where Cathy worked had a Rangeman security system, but otherwise the security was lax. There was no metal detector, no security guard, nothing to prevent any fucking scum from bringing in anyfucking thing they wanted to. Just a few months ago, prior to the installation of the Rangeman security system of course, the building had been frequently vandalized.
He couldn't risk almost losing her again, as he had before. He would do anything to keep her safe. Hell, he'd killed for her, teaching her to shoot wouldn't be so bad.
He'd thought about getting her to take self defense classes, but she was little, and hand to hand combat with small women never turned out well for the woman. But a gun was the big equalizer. Bobby wanted Cathy to learn to shoot a gun, and then he'd buy her one.
He knew that most women didn't like guns, and he knew that she in particular might not want to fire one. Hell, even Steph hated guns, and she was in a job where she should use one. Bobby chuckled. Hell, maybe he could teach Cathy and Steph at the same time. He quickly nixed that idea. There was no way he was getting the two of them together around him. They had become friends, and he knew they'd gang up on him about therapy, or not talking, or whatever. THAT was a battle that he couldn't win.
Bobby looked sideways at Lester as he wound his way through the downtown Trenton traffic.
He had told Lester of his idea to get Cathy a gun and teach her to shoot.
" There is no fucking way you will get her to do it. Not a chance in hell," Les challenged Bobby.
" Oh, I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be, " Bobby replied. " Besides, look at the facts. Its only logical."
Lester rolled his eyes. " Dude, since when have women ever fucking used logic? At least real logic. She was horrified that you beat Scott up. I can't imagine her willingly firing a gun," Lester said.
Bobby smiled smugly. "She'll do it. For me. "
Lester eyed him dubiously. " $ 50 bucks says you can't talk her into doing it," he challenged. Lester was always betting on everything. It could be pretty fucking annoying, since most of the bets seemed to be about Bobby.
Bobby was seriously considering starting a "when will Bobby lose patience with Lester and punch him in the fucking mouth" poll." He loved Lester, but damn…
Still, he was being challenged. And there was no way he could turn down that bet and have his manhood survive intact.
Besides, he knew he had the secret weapon. He'd tell Cathy he'd gone to therapy, then she'd be so happy she'd learn to shoot in return.
Bobby smirked and said, "You're on."
Bobby knocked on Cathy's apartment door. He'd showed up unexpectedly with take out. That should score him points. Women always liked it when men did spontaneous shit, right? He knocked again. He couldn't wait to see her. He had a hard on the size of Mount Fucking Everest from the moment he'd started thinking about being alone with her tonight. He was puzzled that she didn't answer. Her car had been in the lot, so he knew she was home. His eyes flickered towards the pool, remembering the last time he'd showed up unexpectedly. But no, the pool was empty. After the fourth knock, Bobby decided she was probably in the shower, and let himself in.
At first, he was greeted by a huge ball of fur that rubbed up against him and yeowled. Now he knew where the term "caterwauled" came from. He locked the door behind him and crossed the living room, as he heard the water running in the shower. Bobby smiled in anticipation, and set the take out on the kitchen counter. He walked towards the bathroom, beginning to pull off his shirt, then his boots, and shirt. He entered the steamy bathroom and she squealed in surprise as he pulled the shower door open.
Cathy screamed in shock when she saw Bobby, the shock quickly turning to desire as she gazed at his muscular naked chest. She hadn't heard anyone come in, but she knew Bobby could be unbelieveably silent. He took the washcloth and the tube of shower gel from her, saying, "need some help?"
He kissed her at the same time that his hand dropped down between her thighs, using the washcloth to gently rub her. Then, the washcloth dropped from his hand as his fingers started to work their magic. His mouth covered her nipple and he suckled hard, pushing her up against the shower wall. Her eyes rolled back and she gasped as his fingers took her to the edge, she squinted as the warmth of the hot water and Bobby's mouth enveloped her. He and left her hovering there. It wasn't until she begged, " Please Bobby, please" that he brought her over the edge. No sooner had his fingers moved than he knelt and his mouth covered her.
Bobby's mouth worked his magic. Cathy's last rational thought before she fell into the abyss again was the hope that they wouldn't run out of hot water. Bobby held her while her body trembled, his tongue torturing her.
Cathy's legs had turned to jelly, only Bobby holding her upright against the wall. His erection was huge and he entered her hard, and fast, pushing her harder against the wall. Cathy felt herself being filled with him. His lips met hers again and she tasted herself on him. She couldn't thrust as she was trapped against the wall, so she just stood there while Bobby thrusted, hard and fast. His head was back and his eyes were closed, an expression of sheer bliss on his face. One final thrust and he shouted, gripping her hard as he came inside her. He fell against her, his head bowed, kissing her shoulder, as they both stood there, recovering. It was the now only slightly warm water, bordering on cold, that forced them to leave the shower, towel each other off erotically, and head for the food. One hunger had been sated, another remained.
Bobby winced as Cathy held the gun with two fingers, hanging down in front of her, as if she were loathe to touch it. How the hell could she fire it if she couldn't even hold it? Bobby sighed. He was a very patient man, but he knew he had his work cut out for him.
He was just greatful that he'd gotten her here to the range. After they'd had amazing sex, and then amazing food, he'd told her how concerned he was for her safety, how he couldn't bear to have her hurt again. He asked her if she'd do " a favor to him" by learning to shoot a gun. He had to know she could protect herself If he wasn't there to protect her.
She had balked of course, saying she didn't like guns, wasn't comfortable around them. He said that he hadn't felt comfortable- in fact, felt decidedly UNcomfortable going to therapy, but he had to please her. He was pretty sure he had just secured his spot in hell for using that against her, but hey, if she could make him do something, he should be able to make her.
He had decided he was scum of the earth when he saw the look of delight on her face at the news that he had gone to therapy. Fuck. Her eyes lit up and she smiled and hugged him, then kissed him. " I am so glad," she said, hugging him. Ok, so he felt guilty for allowing her to misinterpret that, but he hadn't actually LIED- he'd gone, that should be worth something.
So, now, having lured her here to the range with true but misleading information, Bobby decided that this particular mission was going to take a lot of time. He gently took her hand, still holding the pistol as if it were a sack of shit, and guided the pistol to an appropriate firing position. "Honey, you can't shoot something if you aren't pointing the gun at it." He extended her arms, and stood behind her, his arms wrapped around behind her. He had to concentrate on what he was doing and ignore the raging hard on he had from being so close to her. Plus, a chick with a gun was totally hot.
In his peripheral vision, he saw Lester, pretending to be busy "counting the rounds of ammunition" but not exactly subtley watching them. Bobby had smirked at him as he had led Cathy into the Rangeman gun range, rubbing his first and second fingers against his thumb in the universal symbol for money behind his back, indicating that he had won the bet. Lester smirked at him in return.
"Cathy, Its good to see you," Lester had said, giving her a massive hug and a kiss, obviously trying to make Bobby jealous. Cathy looked just as happy to see him. The two of them had obviously bonded when Bobby had gotten shot. While part of him was happy that his best friend and the love of his life got along so well, but most of him didn't want to see Lester kiss his woman. " I didn't know you liked shooting," Lester commented innocently to her, making a face at Bobby.
She smiled beautifully, and Lester found himself actually jealous of Bobby for having a woman like her to love him. She gazed up at Bobby. " Well, Bobby did something very special because I wanted him to, so I guess I need to return the favor," She'd beamed. "And he really wants me to learn to shoot."
Lester smiled, and taunted Bobby by saying, " Bobby is like that. Selflessly doing things for others with no regard for himself," Lester said sarcastically. Bobby mouthed the words "fuck you, asshole" at Lester over Cathy's head. Then Lester had excused himself to "count the bullets" and retreated to the supply section of the range, where he could still watch them.
He covered her hands with his, demonstrating the correct hand position on the gun. He guided her finger to the trigger, trying to teach her to "squeeze it" rather than 'pull it." His arms helped absorb some of the small recoil that came from the gun, allowing her to gently feel it but not letting it overwhelm her.
"see, you just gently squeeze the trigger until it goes off," he told her. " Pistols are a little easier on the trigger but a revolver is the best "first gun" for a woman. Its simple, easy to load, and there is no chance it will jam as pistols sometimes do," he told her. She tried to be attentive, really wanting to do something he wanted her to do. It made Bobby feel even more like a heel for misleading her.
Bobby managed to make it through another hour at the range, with his arms around her, without lowering her to the table and fucking her senseless. It had been a close call, but he knew the range, like everywhere else at Rangeman had cameras, and he sure as fuck didn't want the other guys seeing Cathy naked. His dick was as hard as a rock, and he knew she felt it pressing up against her ass.
They went upstairs to his place and he fulfilled that fantasy of fucking her senseless. In the aftermath of their lovemaking, she sighed and said, " I still can't believe you went to therapy. I am so proud of you," as she kissed him deeply. " I know that it will really help you."
Ok, Bobby had thought going to therapy had been the worst thing he'd experienced so far in his life, but he'd just found something worse. The feeling he was going to have when he disappointed the woman he loved. He kissed her mouth, then his lips moved lower as his tried to feed his insatiable appetite for her. "Shit, I am totally fucked," was his last thought before he actually was.