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

she inserted some of the lubricant into her pussy.  Cecile wasn’t naïve; she realized that the most likely reason for her pain was that Carl had never made the effort to ensure that she was properly aroused.  Over time, after he had begun to ridicule and reject her – her body would anticipate the mental anguish and react by tightening and refusing to produce enough natural moisture to make intercourse enjoyable.  The problem would escalate and multiply because Carl would accuse her of frigidity and being less than feminine – which, in turn – would cause her nerves to tense and all of the symptoms would get worse.  It became a vicious circle; one she supposed had cost them their marriage.
    As all of these thoughts tunneled through her mind, she rimmed the opening of her womanhood, wondering if she would be able to enjoy the sex toy.  Maybe if she just put it in the very edge of her pussy and let the clitoral stimulator make up the difference.  Arranging herself on the bed, she placed a pillow under her hips and inserted the remote control device, resting the soft rabbit ears on her clit.  Tentatively, she turned it on and she was pleasantly surprised by the pleasurable sensations that warmed her sex.  Lifting her hips, Cecile increased the speed and gasped at how good it felt.  As the soft thrusts of the plastic shaft teased her opening she let her mind wander and imagined that it was Bobby that was making her feel this way.  She could see his massive shoulders blocking out the light and feel his warm breath as he leaned in to capture her lips.  Hungrily, her vagina held on to the soft plastic – it wasn’t deep, and it didn’t hurt – Lord, it felt amazing!  She wanted to thrust it deeper – but right now there was no pain, so she thought she ought to be satisfied.  Cecile could almost imagine that it was Bobby bringing her to climax.  For the first time, she managed to relax as something other than her own finger penetrated her vagina.  Closing her eyes, she felt Bobby’s weight press her into the mattress, she felt his lips kiss her neck, and it was his name he whispered when her orgasm hit.  “Bobby!  Oh yes, Bobby!”
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    Bobby leaned back and surveyed the section of wall that he had finished painting.  Not bad.  A noise behind him caused him to jerk and the ladder waved precariously.
    "Watch out, Bobby.  You don't want to fall off that ladder – what would the women of Texas do?" 
    Bobby steadied himself and climbed down the ladder.  This was as good an opportunity as any to get the information he needed.  And he was desperate.  Memories of that one shared kiss with his little water sprite haunted him night and day.  No other woman would do – it was as simple as that.  "You and Alex have some friends that are PI's.  Do you think that you could give me their names and numbers?"
    Ethan studied his brother.  There was something different about him.  He had been more serious, lately.  "Sure, I'll give you their number.  Their names are Bo Roscoe, Chase Trahan and Dominic Vance.  We've know them for years – they're good guys.  They'll find whatever or whoever you're looking for." He waited to see if Bobby would confide in him.  He wasn't disappointed.
    "I'm thinking about asking them to help me find Ceelee .  I can't get her out of my mind, Ethan.  What would you do?" Bobby expected him to make a couple of wisecracks, but he didn't.    
    "Go for it.  I'd give everything I had for a chance to find ‘ Lise Evans."
    "Why don't you?" Bobby couldn't believe his ears.
    "It's been too long, Bob.   Too much water has run under the bridge.  Even if I were able to find her, it wouldn't be the same.  I'm just not the man that I used to be."  Sadness colored every word that Ethan spoke.
    "Bullshit!" Bobby said flatly.  "You're more man than any of those pansy-ass cowboys that I ride with.  I love my Longhorns, but you've got all of them beat, too.  Ethan, you've