Bobby Meets His Match-Chapter 7
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" Hey, Cathy, its Bobby. I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed last night. Sorry I couldn't stay- I had to get to work. Hope you enjoyed the burrito. I'll call you later."
Bobby finished his third phone call that he'd made to Cathy today, but the only one in which he'd left a message. The first two times he'd choked up like a damn teenager and hung up when he'd gotten her machine. After the second call, he found himself acting like a chick and planning what he was going to say, like a script.
Shit, he thought. I am so far gone already and I barely know this girl. All he knew was that the sex was amazing. He wanted more. He knew she would probably be mad that he had left. That was why he'd brought the burrito for breakfast. And he did leave a note, so he wasn't a total pig.
He had never really had this issue come up before, since he usually didn't spend the night with a woman. But Cathy was different. He wanted her to be more than just physical. That meant he HAD to spend the night. But he didn't want to scare her away.
Bobby looked up from his report, startled to see Steph standing by his desk. She smiled at him.
" Hey, Bobby. What happened to you? Did you lose awareness of your surroundings?, she teased. He laughed and said, "It happens to the best of us."
"Ranger is busy in a meeting, so he said to take one of the guys when I go get lunch. I pick you." She was really curious to find out how it was going with his new girlfriend and hoped she could pry it out of him.
They sat down in a booth at Pino's, Bobby with his back to the wall, so he could see most of the restaurant over Steph's shoulder. They ordered, and apparently Bobby didn't follow Ranger's "eat nothing that tastes good " rule, since he got a meatball sub with extra cheese.
Steph chattered a lot about ongoing cases and complained about having to run every morning. Bobby just sat and listened, scanning the room occasionally, as he was trained to do. Finally, their food came, and Steph stopped talking to start eating. She made these moaning sounds that were so fucking sexy. They reminded him of sex with Cathy, and he got rock hard.
He waited until Steph was involved with eating. "Hey, Steph, can I talk to you about something?" he asked. Steph stopped with a stunned expression on her face. Rangemen avoided talking at all costs, resorting to monosyllabic answers when possible. She couldn't believe Bobby was actually asking her to talk. From the expression on his face, it looked like it would be something serious. And he was anxious. She'd never seen Bobby anxious, he didn't do anxious. He did calm, cool, and collected. So this must be something important.
" Wow, a Merry Man actually WANTING to talk? Mark this day on the calendar," she teased, trying to lighten the mood. Bobby gave a fleeting grin, then just stared at her intensely. She looked at him with an expectant expression. Finally, Bobby looked her in the eyes, " Steph, you are a woman," he started. Steph laughed, and made a point of looking down her shirt. " yes, I am, why?" Bobby looked sheepish, like speaking was painful for him.
" I need a woman's advice. A classy woman's advice. " he said. Steph smiled that he thought she was a classy woman. Bobby looked so uncomfortable talking about it that she didn't tease him anymore.
" See, I really like this woman, Cathy, and I want to try to actually have a relationship with her. But I can't stay the night with her. I want to, but I can't and I am afraid that she'll think all I want is sex. "
"Wow. Is this the girl you met with Ranger the other night?" Ranger had told her all about the chemistry between Bobby and the girl.
"Yes, and she isn't my usual type. Usually I just have sex and leave. But Cathy is special. I think I want more with her."
" Why can't you spend the night.?" She asked.
Bobby looked uncomfortable and actually squirmed. " I get these dreams."
"Dreams?", Steph asked. "What kind of dreams?"
Bobby's eyes looked around as if he were afraid someone was close enough to overhear them. He leaned in closer and spoke in a low voice.
" I get really bad dreams. From , you know, when I was in Afghanistan. Sometimes I wake up yelling and thrashing. If I spend the whole night with her, she'll see that. Its too soon in the relationship. I don't want to scare her away." Bobby looked mortified to even be talking to Steph about this. Strong, powerful guys like him definitely didn't want to acknowledge their weaknesses.
Steph couldn't stand to see the look of shame on his face. She covered his hand with hers." Bobby, you get those dreams because of the horrible things you experienced while fighting for your country. That is nothing to be ashamed of. She should be proud that you are such a brave, strong guy. Besides, how do you know that you'll even have one of these dreams?"
" I almost always get one when I am sleeping in an unfamiliar place. " Which meant Cathy's apartment.
Steph caught Bobby's eyes. " Well, you could have her over to your place. But eventually, you are going to have stay at her place. " She squeezed his hand. "You need to be honest with Cathy. Tell her why you are reluctant to spend the night. She'll understand. Give her a chance."
Steph was heartsick that Bobby still suffered from these dreams, even two years after his last tour. But he'd had three tours in a war zone, so he must have seen tome terrible stuff. She knew that he wouldn't want to talk about seeing a therapist, but she was his friend and she had to try.
" Does Ranger know about these dreams?" She squeezed his hand. " Bobby, have you ever thought about talking to someone- a professional. You have to talk to someone. You can't deal with this by yourself, and you shouldn't have to. You can go to the VA, or Rangeman's insurance will cover a therapist." She knew Bobby would probably rather die than go to a therapist.
"Um, yeah, Ranger knows. I think a few of the other guys get them, too." Bobby answered, totally ignoring her comment about the therapist. How ironic that a guy with an innate need to take care of everyone else would be too embarrassed to take care of himself.
They finished and stood up. Steph hugged him. " Bobby you have to be honest with her . Give her a chance. You are a sweet, caring, sexy, amazing guy and if she doesn't want you just because of a few dreams then she isn't good enough for you."
Bobby hugged her tightly for a brief moment and then led her out of the restaurant.
Cathy had spent most of the day thinking about Bobby. Specifically, the amazing sex. Granted, it had been so long for her that she'd have loved ANY sex, but Bobby had been incredible. He was so attentive to her needs, even before his own. She'd fallen asleep still throbbing and content. She was still confused about why he hadn't stayed with her. He'd left a message saying he'd had to go to work, but she didn't totally believe that. She was used to men not being honest with her, so she assumed that he didn't spend the night because she'd already given him what he wanted. Take her to dinner so you can get laid, then leave.
A guy who looked like him could probably get sex from whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, no strings attached. She shouldn't have expected he'd want anything more. She couldn't believe she'd had sex with him on the first date. She should at least have made him wait and work for it. Of course, he HAD brought her breakfast the next morning.
Cathy had spent the day helping her friend move into a new apartment. Considering that her ankle was still not completely healed, she couldn't do much of the lifting. But she COULD do what she did best, give everyone else orders. It had taken all morning just to get one room done, and Cathy was exhausted. She stopped to pick up lunch for the "moving crew."
She stopped at a place called "Pino's" and went in to make the order. She was just giving the takeout order to a guy behind the counter, when she spotted a huge man in black out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw the familiar hard muscled body, - it was Bobby. He was sitting with a dark haired woman. She quickly ducked behind the pole so he wouldn't be able to see her.
He was smiling and leaning close to the woman, talking like they were very familiar with each other. She could be a sister, but they didn't look anything alike. The woman had her hand over his, in a very friendly gesture.
Shit. Cathy tried not to let the feelings of hurt and anger overcome her. Obviously, she was not the only woman Bobby was with. She had thought that last night had been special. He had talked to her as if she was the only one, but that was obviously just a ploy to get inside her pants. Which he did. She was so stupid. Why did this keep happening with her and men? She always fell for their charms and got hurt.
She thought that Bobby had been different, that he was special. But the fact that he left last night and now was with another woman told her that she was not special to him. Just another fuck. A tiny voice in Cathy's brain said that she and Bobby had only been on one date, and neither had said anything about being exclusive, so he had the right to be with another woman. But that part of her reason was trampled by the anger and hurt. Reasoning didn't work worth shit when your heart was breaking.
She watched as they got up and the woman gave Bobby a huge hug. He hugged her back tightly. Ok, no kiss, so that's a good sign. Cathy felt the tears welling up in her eyes, and blinked furiously to stop them from falling.
Cathy had just gotten back to her place when her phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but she picked it up anyway.
"Hello?"
She felt herself go weak in the knees when that deep, rich voice came over the line. " Hey, Cathy, its Bobby."
Act casual, she thought to herself. " Hey, Bobby. Thanks for the burrito this morning. I really enjoyed last night."
"yeah, so did I. Dinner was great, and the rest, well, the rest was amazing. I think you are so beautiful. Sorry I left, I had to get to work and I didn't want to wake you."
Cathy paused for a moment. It could be a valid excuse. Except for him being with that other woman today. She wasn't going to be the first one to mention THAT, though.
Bobby's voice got hesitant. " Um, Cathy. I'd really like to see you again. I know its hard to get together during the week, but how about if we have dinner on Friday night?"
Dinner? He wanted dinner? What he really wanted was sex ,Cathy thought, but of course he didn't say that. Of course, it wasn't like she had a bunch of men beating down her door. Bobby was funny and polite, and great in bed. Why not og out with him for the amazing sex? She'd go out with him one more time to see what happened.
"Cathy, are you still there?" Bobby asked, since she'd been silent for so long.
" Um, yeah, sure, I'd love to see you on Friday," she said.
She could almost see Bobby's gorgeous smile over the phone.
"Ok, I'll pick you up at seven."
Cathy hung up the phone and sighed. She was probably foolish to see Bobby again and give him a better shot at breaking her heart.
Bobby met up with Lester for his shift on Friday.
Lester was surprised at his appearance. "Dude, you look like shit. What the heck happened."
Bobby felt exhausted. His eyes stung, and he was so tired.
"Don't you have another date with Cathy tonight?", Lester asked. Since Bobby had told him about the dreams, Lester was acting like a freaking relationship expert. " Chicks hate it when guys fall asleep on dates."
Actually, Bobby thought, he'd love to be able to sleep on this date.
" I haven't slept for more than 8 hours out of the last 72 hours," Bobby said.
" What the fuck?" That's almost like hell week at BUD/S training that Bobby had taken to become a SEAL. But there they did it to test stamina. Why would Bobby do it now?
"What the hell is the matter with you? You have a date tonight. Why the hell are you letting yourself get sleep deprived."
Bobby sighed. " I told you I really like Cathy. She's special."
"So you are going to show her she's special by falling asleep during sex?"
"No, asshole," Bobby said, not wanting to deal with Lester's shit today. "I'm doing it so I call fall asleep AFTER sex. If I really tire myself out, exhaust myself, then I usually fall right to sleep and don't get the dreams. That way I can spend the night at Cathy's without scaring the shit out of her with my issues."
Lester was amazed. " Shit, Bobby. You must really have it bad for her." He wondered if there was time to start a new poll about Bobby actually spent the night at Cathy's. Lester had made a lot of money in the last one.
Bobby picked up Cathy at 7, as agreed. She had forgotten just how breathtakingly gorgeous he looked. He wasn't wearing that sexy black uniform, but had on a pair of black slacks and a green shirt that made his eyes just sparkle. He looked kind of tired though, as if he'd had a really busy week.
Those tired looking eyes lit up when he saw her. He ran his eyes up and down her body, then said, " You look mouthwatering," in a deep, sexy tone that made her knees start to tremble. So what if he just wanted sex, she thought. He was damn good at it, so she might as well let him blow her mind.
Dinner was pleasant, filled with quiet conversation. Bobby told her stories about some of the skips that he'd gotten during the week. Cathy mostly talked about some of the difficult cases she'd had this week, including one minor who was back in rehab for the second time at 18. Bobby could tell from the passion in her eyes when she spoke that she was very dedicated and loved her job. Some of the cases really seemed to get to her personally, as well. He personally was concentrating on not falling asleep and trying to keep his hands off of her.
After dinner, they went back to Cathy's place. Bobby sat down and thought about telling her about the dreams, but she smelled so damn good, and she looked so fucking amazing. He wasn't sure exactly how it happened, but he suddenly just found his lips on hers and before long, they were both naked. She was moaning and arching as he sucked her breasts hard. Her hands were on his dick, and it felt so fucking good. They wound up in her bed, her straddling him, thrusting up and down hard and fast on his dick. Bobby thought he'd fucking explode. She was so warm and tight and wet, and she took all of him, over and over.
They came almost simultaneously, and then she fell on top of him, both of them breathing hard, with him still inside her. He was so tired, it was all he could do to pull out of her and throw the condom in the trash. Neither of them said anything, they just lay there, breathing hard, stroking each other.
Bobby hoped he didn't have his dreams tonight, because there was no way in hell he was leaving this bed and this incredible woman. He had deliberately locked his gun in the lock box in his truck so he didn't have to worry about that. He hoped he didn't scream or worse yet, jump her in the midst of a dream. He was so fucking tired he couldn't move if the place was on fire. He closed his eyes, and lulled by the soft breathing of the woman next to him, he fell asleep.
