Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart by Sable Hunter Read Free Book Online

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.
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    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.
    "You'll like this place.  It has everything."  Cecile smiled to herself.  Big, hunky everything.   "It's where my fiasco with Carl happened, but I can't say enough about how beautiful it is there."  She went on to tell Annalise about the amenities, the surrounding area, the shopping – everything she could to convince her friend that spending a few days at this restful Bed and Breakfast was exactly what she needed to get her creative juices flowing.
    "Okay!  Okay!  You talked me into it," Annalise laughed.  "You want those chapters really bad, don't you?"   
    Crossing her fingers, Cecile lied like a dog.  "Yeah, the important thing is to meet that deadline.  The publishing house has been on my back about this, Annalise .  But, I know you can do it.  You haven't let me down, yet."
    "All right.   Enough said.  I'm packing as we speak."
    Hanging up, Cecile smiled at the thought of her friend finding happiness.  Her good mood faded, quickly, when she thought about the upcoming court hearing for her own divorce.  She hated to face Carl again.  He wasn't contesting the divorce, but she dreaded having to look him in the eye after all of the humiliation he had put her through.  What if he had told his lawyer and his friends of their problems? 
    Hell!  There was no use worrying about the divore proceedings today.  That was tomorrow’s problem.  What she needed to do was relax.  As she got ready for bed, all she could think about was Bobby.  He haunted her dreams.  She remembered how broad his shoulders were and how kind his eyes had been.  His arms and chest had been strong and muscular and he looked like he could have picked her up and toted her forever.  When she closed her eyes, she could still feel his lips and the touch of his hands.  Flopping over on the bed, she moaned at the futility of her dreams.  Giving into temptation, she opened the drawer in her bedside table and removed the pink, vibrating dildo that she had bought.  It now had a name.  Battery-operated-boyfriend (Bob) was no longer a joke, for Cecile's sex toy was named after the man who fueled her fantasies.  Its name was Bobby.
    Shedding her clothes, Cecile examined the fake penis.  It was way bigger than Carl’s dick; quite a bit longer and much thicker.  She knew that it would hurt if she pushed it all the way in.  There was something wrong with her – sex always hurt.  Soon maybe, she would have some answers about her problem – after her doctor’s appointment.  Picking up the box, she read that the insertable portion was five and half inches long.  This morning, she had slipped into the local CVS and bought some lube.  She longed to experience penetration without pain.  Squeezing out a dollop into her palm she dipped two fingers into the gel and applied it to the shaft of the dildo and more to the opening of her vagina.  With one forefinger,