Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart (17 page)

“It won’t work, Bobby.”

“Who says?” Bobby demanded; his voice low and husky.  “I want you and, by God, I know you want me, too.  Right now, your nipples are hard and so is my dick.  Now, let‘s just deal with this right now.  How old are you?” 

Shit!  Here it was.  The question she didn’t want to have to answer had been asked.  Cecile wet her lips, biding her time – raking up her courage. 
Lies.
 
Lies.
  She was going to go to hell – but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth. 

He asked again. “How old are you, baby?  Twenty-three, twenty four – you look so beautiful to me – you don’t look a day older than eighteen.  None of the women I know can hold a candle to you.  I think you’re prettier than a speckled pup.”

Lies.
 
Lies.
  “I’m a little older than twenty-four.”  She was thirty-one.  Not even
Annalise
knew how old she was and she didn’t intend to let the cat out of the bag now. 

“So?  I don’t care if you’re fifty-
seven,
you’re absolutely perfect for me.’  He searched her face, sweet uncertainty making his own expression completely endearing to her.

“But, Bobby – I’m too
old.
. .  . “ He pushed against her with his rock-hard erection, while he plundered her lips with his own, refusing to accept the verdict that she had decided to pass on them both. 

“Please, please.  No – let’s work it out.  Just give me a chance – baby, I’ll make it so good for you that you’ll never look at another man again as long as you live.” 

Cecile didn’t say so, but that fate was already in place – he had fulfilled and surpassed ever standard and every dream that she had ever carried close to her heart of what a man should be – how he should treat her.  Bobby Stewart had forever spoiled her for any other man.  And right now as he ground his cock into the
most tender
part of her, she knew that her heart was irrevocly lost to him.  But that didn’t mean that she should succumb to the temptation that he offered – because A) it couldn’t last, and she would be devastated and B) it wasn’t fair to him by any stretch of the imagination.  “Please, baby…
”  the
endearment slipped from her tongue before she could stop it.

“Exactly,” he gently placed her on her feet.  “I belong to you and you belong to me and to hell with age.”  As he towered over her a good foot, outweighing her by more than a hundred pounds – she felt like throwing her arms around his neck and laying all of her burdens on his wide, strong shoulders – because he was more than capable of taking care of her every need. 

Closing her eyes, she laid her head against his chest and listened to the strong heart that beat in his breast – and she knew.   It might not be for long, and it couldn’t be forever – but for however long it worked, she wanted to belong to Bobby Stewart.

“All right, we won’t let it matter.”  She felt his whole body relax, tension that she hadn’t even realized he was feeling – was let go. 

He soothed his hands down her hair, holding her head – making her look at him.  “Thank you,
Ceelee
.  You won’t be sorry.  I promise before God that you’ll never be sorry.”  He rubbed his nose against hers and Cecile felt like it was more intimate than a kiss.  “Now, come on.  I can’t wait to show you the forty acres.”

He never turned loose of her hand.  Cecile was pleasantly surprised at the beauty of the UT campus.  The infamous tower loomed over the campus, where a shooter killed 16 and wounded 32 in 1966.  It was a place that Cecile had always wanted to see.  A memorial had been built nearby to honor those who had died – it was a place of such sadness – yet a place of such pride.  “Anytime UT wins a game they light up the whole tower in lights that are colored our signature burnt orange.”  Bobby explained.  As they walked over campus, Cecile was self conscious about how young everyone looked.  She would look at Bobby every few seconds and wonder at his poise and maturity.  She never would have guessed in a million years that he was still in college.  He was a man – full grown – there was no doubt about that – one that was comfortable in his sexuality and knew how to please a woman within an inch of her life.  And he was nice and kind – to boot, a catch in anybody’s estimation.

He led her through the maze of dorms and class buildings.  The campus was graced with huge trees and squirrels played and scampered down the sidewalk.  “Look!” Bobby pointed.  “There’s the albino squirrel, if I were on my way to take a test – I’d ace it!”

A pale colored squirrel dashed in front of them on its way to a nearby pecan tree.  “He’s cute.”

“He’s the most popular guy on campus – if you spy Blondie on your way to take a test, you’re assured of an ’A’.”  As he held her hand, his thumb caressed her palm.&nbs “Since, I don’t have a test today – this must mean that I’m
gonna
score with you later.” 

Looking at him, she saw that he was grinning at her, confidently – he knew how sexy he was.

“You think so?  You seem to be pretty confident.”

He let go of her hand and cupped the back of her neck instead, still guiding her as she walked, keeping her close.  “You may not realize it, babe.  But you have me completely at your mercy.  I’m smitten.  Confident is not the word,” his fingers tightened slightly.  “Desperate is a much better term.”

Cecile was saved from having to respond when Bobby opened the doors to the looming Darrell K Royal stadium player’s entrance.  He was immediately hailed by a chorus of greetings and a few whistles that made Cecile blush.  At the attention of the buff young athletes, Bobby pulled her close, staking his claim. 
Rourke
O’Malley came sauntering over, raking his eyes slowly from Cecile’s toes up her body – lingering on her breasts – and finally making it up to her eyes.  Behind her, she heard a distinctive growl.  Bobby was jealous.  The next heartbeat, he had wrapped an arm possessively around her waist.  “O’Malley, this is my
girlfriend
,
Ceelee
Fairchild.”  He slid one hand over her throat and tilted her head back, kissing her on the cheek.  “Baby, this clown is
Rourke
O’Malley – our tight end.”

Bobby watched the guys – they weren't doing anything that they hadn't done before.  They were ogling a pretty girl.  The only problem with that was that this time it wasn't just any attractive woman – it was his woman.  And he didn't like it one damn bit.

"Miss Fairchild,"
Ladon
held out his hand, trying to be the gentleman in the group.  "It's a pleasure to meet you."  Making a motion that included the other players, he apologized for their behavior.  "You’ll have to excuse these
mannerless
morons for staring.  It's just that we've never seen Stewart act possessive about a woman before.  It's something to see!  We
kinda
enjoy seeing him tied up in knots over a girl – he's been foot-loose and fancy free for too long!"

"Yeah, if you lasso Stewart – the rest of us might stand a chance with the fillies around here," O’Malley said.

Cecile didn't know what to think.  "It's nice to meet all of you."  Her relationship with Bobby was so new and so precarious – nothing she could think to say in response seemed right – so she didn't say anything.  "I can't wait to watch the Cotton Bowl this year – I'll be there rooting for you."

"If you kangaroos will step back, I want to show
Ceelee
around the stadium."  The crowd parted like the Red Sea as Bobby led her on a guided tour.  She was duly impressed with the huge complex that could seat over one hundred and ten thousand people. 

"I can't believe that I didn't make the connection, Bobby.  I've watched Longhorn games, faithfully for years.  I’ve watched you play.  The commentators call you ‘The Bull’, don't they?"

Laughing, Bobby nudged up against her – letting his groin press into her hips.  "That's because of my penchant for rodeo, of course – and the fact that I'm overly endowed -" he whispered the rest in her ear. 
"Hung like a bull.
  You ought to know."  She blushed so prettily that he couldn't resist picking her hair up and kissing her neck.  "I could just eat you up – you are the sweetest thing."

Cecile trembled; turning in his arms, she relaxed against him.  Determined to enjoy whatever time she had left with him, she ran her hands over his chest, enjoying how turned on she got just from touching him.  Rubbing her cheek on his shirt, she spoke almost in a whisper – really for her ears alone.  “I can’t wait to make love to you, again.”  The words were so foreign to her that Cecile was amazed that she had managed to enunciate them.  She felt his body go still, and she wondered if she had crossed the line.  Holding her breath, she prepared to move back.

“What did you say?”

Drawing into
herself
, Cecile tried to make her whole being as small as possible.  “I said . . . I said,” she stammered, afraid she had gone too far.  Flashes of Carl appeared in her mind and her mouth went dry. 

“Say it again, baby.” Bobby held his head down close to hers.  “Say those beautiful words again.” 

“I want to make love with you, Bobby.”  With renewed confidence, she let her arms settle around his waist, and did something she had never done before – she kissed a man on the neck and then nipped, catching a little of his flesh in her mouth and then sucking on it with a steady, erotic pressure.  For now – he was hers – and she wanted everyone to know it. 

Bobby felt desire rush into his loins.  Instantly, his cock was like a steel spike.  His dream girl was placing her mark on him.  It was one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to him.  When she moaned a little moan, he thought he was going to lose total control.  Her little tongue soothed the place she had bit and Bobby's heart bucked in his chest like an
unridden
bronc
.  "I'll give you everything I've got baby.  Let's get
outta
here." 

After picking up the information he needed for the next couple of weeks practices and games, Bobby and Cecile left campus and headed to the mall.  "Tell me about your life in Dallas?  I want to know every detail."

Cecile held his right hand in her lap between both of hers.  It was so strong and capable; she rubbed her thumbs over the prominent veins on the back and raised it to her lips.  He was the most important person in the world to her.  How had that happened so quickly?  It wasn't that she was just starved for attention – it was Bobby himself.  He was so possessive and attentive – he made her blood pressure shoot sky high.

"Talk baby, or we're
gonna
have to pull over and let me ravish you."  Bobby was teasing her, sort-of.  Out of necessity, he was learning new ways to control his libido – without knowing it,
Ceelee
was testing his mettle. 

Giving him a sweet smile, she cradled his hand to her breast and just held it there like it was the most precious thing in the world. 

A thought hit him like a ton of bricks.  Bobby had fallen in love.

He ran off the road momentarily, before bringing the truck back in his lane.  "Sorry, baby."

"Are you okay?"  Cecile was concerned.  He had a startled look on his face like he had remembered something he needed to do.   

Gathering his wits, Bobby winked at her. 
"Righter than rain,
Honeybun
."
  He wasn't ready to tell her – because he knew she wasn't ready to hear it.  He tried to focus on the traffic and the passing landscape.  The skyline of Austin was so familiar and the traffic on I35 was something he could maneuver in his sleep – but knowing how to handle this incredible woman sitting beside him was unknown territory. 

"I'm moving out of the apartment as soon as I get back," Cecile began slowly.  She was so much happier being here with Bobby.  Going back to Dallas was something she hadn't really wanted to think about.  "Carl has been staying in a motel, but I'm going to let him have the apartment.  I don't want it; I was never happy there."

Bobby exited off of the interstate and headed toward Barton Creek Mall.  Taking advantage of a red light, he looked over at
Ceelee
.  She held his hand so tight to her breast that he could feel every breath she took, every beat of her heart.  He savored the moment.  "This is a new start for you, baby. 
For both of us.
  Where do you think you'll move?"  He wanted to keep tabs on her this time, for sure.  Losing track of her again was not an option. 

"I've got a real estate agent checking on a couple of places for me."  Her eyes scanned his face, memorizing every feature.  There was a tiny scar right at the corner of his eye – she would have to kiss that later.  She also noticed that even though it was only noon, he already had a shadow of a beard showing.  How sexy was that?  "I want to get a house this time – and a dog.  That way, I won’t have to come home to an empty house all the time.  Carl and I were th career centered.  Looking back, we rarely spent evenings at home, together.  It's no wonder that our marriage was a disaster.  Do you have an apartment or do you live in a dorm?"  That sounded so funny coming out of her mouth.