Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart (5 page)

Stopping her with a light touch, he spoke softly.  “You have nothing to apologize for.  You are absolute heaven to look at.”  Bobby couldn't take his eyes off of her.  Even with wet hair and no make-up, she was the cutest thing he had ever seen.  "Would you like to go out with me sometime?"  She flashed him an exasperated, disbelieving look.  “Are you free – I mean
,
do you have a boyfriend or husband?” 

He watched as desolation rolled over her face.  Something was wrong.  “There’s no one – not anymore.” 

She seemed to catch herself before she said anything else.  Straightening those fragile, yet strong little shoulders, she faced him with arms crossed over her breasts and smiled a tremulous, shy smile.  “I can't stay.  I'm on my way back to Dallas.  But thanks for asking, that was very nice of you.  You didn’t have to, you know.  There’s no charge for puppy rescues."  Politeness was the only response that she could think to make.  Even if it were possible, there was no way she would put herself in the position of going out with this man.  He was light years more attractive that Carl; in fact he seemed to have night vision problems.  After all, not more than an hour ago, her own husband had pulled his dick out of her mouth and calmly explained that she wasn't sexually attractive enough to give him a hard-on.     

“Don’t go.  Not yet, please.” As he took hold of her arm, he noted how she jumped at his touch; he wondered if it was just because she didn’t know him, or had someone been mean to this little angel?  “There has to be some way for us to get together, I want to properly thank you for coming to our aid.”  Sidling up to her slowly, so as not to scare her, he rubbed his hand down her arm – letting her feel his heat.  “You’re like a dream; walking up on me out of the dark.  You’re so beautiful.  Can I kiss you, sweetheart?  Would you let me taste your lips?”  If she had been one of the buckle bunnies, she would have given him a sexy come-on smile and kissed him before he kissed her.  Instead, this angel stared at him with a puzzled expression. 

“You want to kiss me?”  The wonder and disbelief in her voice was unexpected. 

“More than you can possibly imagine.”  Still holding the dog in one arm, he used his other hand to push back a few strands of her soft hair.  Cupping the side of her neck, he tugged her forward about halfway – leaving the rest of the journey up to her.  “Isn’t this romantic?  We’re going to share our first kiss in a Texas rainstorm. 
Kinda
fittin
’, baby – because you’re certainly taking me by storm.”
  His words seemed to hypnotize her; she leaned forward slowly as if being reeled in by the heat of his gaze. 
“Oh, yeah.
  Come to me, love.  You’re my every fantasy come true, did you know that?”

“I’m not,” she protested softly.  “I’m quite ordinary, really.”  Even as she spoke, her focus was on his lips and hers were opening in invitation.  “But I would love to taste your kiss – just once,” her last words were said as his mouth covered hers.  Both of them groaned at the bliss.  His lips were firm, but – oh, so yielding – and they caressed her with the gentlest of movementCecile could feel a trembling begin down in her very core.  She couldn’t remember ever being this aware of a man, before. 

“Sweet.
  Lord, you’re sweet.”  Bobby pulled at her lips, biting them, gently. 
Nibbling.
 
Sucking.
  Seducing her by teasing with barely-there-kisses, making her respond with kisses of her own as she sought more of the incredible pleasure he was offering.  Little whimpers of need escaped her lips and he ate them with relish, upping the ante with an aggressive kiss that devoured her, making her stand on tiptoe and push those firm, feminine tits topped with hard, berry nipples into his chest.  “God help me.  I’m
gonna
come in my britches, baby girl.”

It felt so good to be kissed like this!  With trembling hands, she touched his rock-hard chest, allowing her fingers to work their way up the muscles of his
pecs
and over the top of his broad shoulders.  Straining to get nearer to him, she let her arms wrap around his neck.  Coherent thought became
an impossibility
; all she could do was feel and marvel at the incredible miracle of Bobby’s mouth giving her more pleasure than she ever expected.  Boldly, she let her tongue rub over his.  He captured it and sucked it into his mouth, making her vagina tighten with anticipation. Before she could stop it, her hips jerked and she pressed her needy mound up against his hard thigh.  Accidentally, she bumped the little dog,
who
squirmed, but Bobby gathered
Mojo
closer and continued with the mind-blowing kiss that was changing all of Cecile’s preconceived ideas about what she was capable of feeling. 

Bobby felt her push her sex against him and his cock surged within the tight confines of his blue jeans.  She tasted like honey and he wanted to eat her up like candy.  Gentling the kiss, he tried to bring them down from the near orgasmic high that had them clinging to one another with unrestrained passion. 
“Oh, sweetheart.
 
Thank you, baby.”
  He nuzzled her face, kissing her cheek, under her ear and then down the side of her smooth, soft neck.  “What a gift you are.  I want to see you again, soon.  If I could, I’d just take you home with me now.  We’re going to be great together.”  As he talked, he loved on her and Cecile was mesmerized with desire.  Finally, what he was saying registered, and she realized the absolute craziness of what she was doing!  She had to leave!  She wasn’t ready for this.  Only minutes ago, she had left her husband, who had repeatedly ground her self-esteem into the dirt.  Cecile had no faith that another relationship would end up any different.  Right now, she had zero sexual self-confidence.

“I’ve got to go, Bobby.  This was a mistake – a wonderful mistake, but I don’t belong here,” she pulled away from him and started walking toward her car.  She had wrapped her arms around her middle, bowed her head and headed out into the rainy night.  Bobby started after her.  There was no way in hell he was going to let her walk out of his life. 

“
Ceelee
!
  Wait!  What do you mean?There was no way that kiss was a mistake, baby.  It was a beginning!"  He started after her, but before either of them could say another word – the rain that had previously slowed down, came back with a vengeance.  “Wait!  Please!”  Bobby called after her.  He hadn’t meant to do anything that would upset her.  He wouldn’t have hurt her feelings for the world.  “Sweetheart, please don’t leave,” he begged.

Still holding the dog under his arm like an oversize football, he took off after her.  But a crack of thunder, and a powerful bolt of lightning scared
Mojo
so badly that he swan-dived out of Bobby’s arms and took off like a ruptured red bug.  Shit!  Another car was coming, so he didn’t have a choice about it – he took off after Ethan’s little dog.  Scooping him up, he straightened up just in time to see
Ceelee’s
taillights highlight her license plate, but he was only able to make out the last three digits – B72.  Well, hell!  She seemed determined to get away from him. 

Bobby stood and watched her until she disappeared from his sight.  He felt like something infinitely precious had slipped from his grasp.  What could he do with just 3 digits of her plate number?  Would that be enough to find her?  There was one thing for certain – he was
gonna
give it a good ole’ Texas try.  The few minutes he had been able to spend with her had been more exciting than any of the encounters he had experienced with the rodeo groupies or the UT coeds.  "
Ceelee
, I'll find you, baby.  Dallas
ain't
that dang big."  With that, he crawled into his pickup and waited for Ethan or Alex to come and pick them up.

*****

Cecile was shaking like a leaf as she drove off from Bobby.  She had to drive with one hand because she kept using the other one to touch her lips where he had kissed her.  “Oh My God – I can’t believe I kissed a strange man on the side of the road!” she laughed out loud at herself.  Well, it was better than crying.   It was hard to keep her mind on her driving.  All she could think about was what it felt like to be in Bobby’s arms.  How different it had been than anything she had ever experienced with Carl.  She had felt wanted, desired, God help her – she had felt like a woman.  Even now, she was aching with longing.  Her skin was tingling from his touch and her lips were still warm from his kiss.  With a ragged sigh, she fought her need to turn around and head back; to find him and beg him to hold her again.  Gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white, she tried to get an equal grip on her emotions. 

Almost immediately, she regretted not giving him her name.  Now she had lost him forever.  A sick feeling overwhelmed her.  It took everything in her to keep herself heading north, she wanted to spin her car around and drive back to him as hard as she could.  But most likely he would already be gone.  A sob hiccupped out of her chest.  What had she done?  Tears were streaming from her eyes. 

‘Think, Cecile, think.  Be reasonable,’
she lecturself.  Nothing that had happened between herself and Bobby had been real.  Bobby’s only impression of her was one gathered under cover of the night.  If he had seen her in the bright light of day, he probably wouldn't have been quite as eager to spend time with her.  If he had gotten a really clear look at her, he probably wouldn’t have kissed her at all.  What happened had been a mistake – on both of their parts. 

Still, their encounter had been magical.  It would be a joy to dream about – to relive.  And the next time she made herself come, the man of her dreams would have a brand new face.  Wiping the tears from her eyes, she started making plans. 

After about a hundred miles – things were beginning to come together.  Tomorrow, she would call a lawyer and initialize divorce proceedings.  She would also start looking for another apartment.  There was no way she was going to remain in the apartment she had shared with Carl – too many bad memories.  And she had that gynecologist appointment coming up.  It would be a good time to ask questions.  He might not have the answers to her problem, but it was a good place to start.

Having made that much progress, she felt empowered.  The only sad spot was walking away from that incredibly sexy man who had seemed to enjoy her kiss.  Why couldn’t it be different?  Why couldn’t she be a different person?  Why couldn’t her body and the love that she had to offer be enough to make a man happy?  Turning the radio on, she found the loudest rap station that she could find – attempting to drive away the sad thoughts.  Clearing her mind was imperative, because she had something really important to decide – what to do about
Annalise
. 

Cecile was about an hour out of Dallas and there was little traffic on I-35.  Her stomach growled and she remembered that it had been hours since she had eaten anything.  Pulling into a convenience store she jumped out to buy a soda and some cheese crackers.  Throwing a shirt over her white blouse, she laughed at how she must have looked to Bobby.  A drowned rat came to mind – make that a drowned rat with an overabundant bust-line.  Laughing to herself, she could picture a cartoon character matching that description.    

Cecile tried to straighten her hair, but the dampness and no hair dryer had turned her curly top into an unkempt mop.  By the expression on the night clerk's face, she was a scary sight, indeed.  Oh well, that only confirmed what she had known all the time.  Getting back on the road, her thoughts returned to Ethan and
Annalise
.  He was divorced, and she was still in love with him.  What a shame it would be if she didn't do something to try and get them together. 
Annalise
was beautiful and a few scars would not be enough to keep her from being cherished by the right man.  And Ethan definitely looked like the right man.  If she came right out and told her friend about Ethan, she would never consent to visiting Lost Maples, but if she went down there for an entirely different reason…
hmmmmm
.  The wheels in Cecile's mind were turning as fast as the wheels on the Lexus.  And for that she was grateful.  Right now, she was grateful for anything that would take her mind off of her own problems. 
And Bobby.

*****

A Few Days Later:

"I've tried everything, Cecile,"
Annalise's
voice was weary.  "I've rested, relaxed, watched soft porn – I even lay on the bed and stared at that one photograph that I have of Ethan.  It’s of him and his brothers, Alex and Bobby – but it’s the only one I have.”

Cecile spit out a mouthful of coffee.  Bobby?  Bobby?  Could her Bobby be Bobby Stewart?  With thoughts and possibilities swirling through her head, she realized that
Annalise
was still talking.

“Nothing is working.  I have a severe, severe case of writer's block."

Putting aside her own confusion, Cecile smiled as she listened to her friend. 
Okay. Here goes.
  "You know what you need?"  Not waiting for an answer, she plunged in.  "You need a vacation."

"I'm not in the mood for a trip,"
Annalise
whined pitifully.  She was a cute as a button.