Irresistible» Bobby Finstock [1]

~ELEVEN~

Billianna McCall fiddled with her hands anxiously as Bobby Finstock unlocked the front door to his home. She watched as his hands turned the key, she bit her lip lightly and imagined the things that hand could do to her.

Shaking her head lightly she looked up and followed him in through the door. She watched as he placed his bag down on a table beside the door, she followed suit.

"Welcome, I guess." Bobby said with a dopey smile on his face, the McCall giggled lightly and shook her head. Bobby, too, shook his head and turned on his heel and walked through an archway that Billie found, led to the kitchen.

She watched as he opened the fridge and took out a beer, offering it to the 17 year old. She stared at it skeptically before taking it and popping the cap. She raised it slightly in a cheers moment before bringing to her lips.

Bobby stared at her, pondering whether or not he should have done that. Though he decided that she'd already had a few sips and just let her be.

The two stood there silently, sipping on the beers in their hands. Both not wanting to bring the subject of why the girl stood in the teachers house.

It wasn't until Billie sat down did Bobby's moral dilemma finally come to a head.

"We shouldn't really continue anything, Billie." The girl coughed slightly on her beer, her eyes welling with tears at his words. She turned her head away from him.

Her mind thought back to the moments in the locker room, his office. Their talks, how they flirted with each other. Then she thought about Sam and Cameron. Jean and Amelia. Her brother. She thought about all the secrets, their dismissal and forgetfulness. Their abandonment.

Suddenly her tears turned angry, her breathing hardened and she slammed the beer bottle into the bench with a force Bobby didn't know she had.

"Fuck that!" She exclaimed, turning to glare at the man. "Then why bring me here, Bobby?!"

Her question had his heart beating anxiously, he turned away. Trying to avoid her angry gaze, she had every right to be mad. But she's mad about the wrong thing. She should hate him, be disgusted by him.

"I-I don't know." He said, defeated.

Billie threw her hands up in frustration, an annoyed groan leaving her lips.

"Bobby, what happened in the locker room." She said a little lighter, "I wanted that, I wanted what happened in the office." With every word, every proclamation she stepped closer to the man.

Bobby just stared at the girl in fear, once again he looked away from her. Scared his immorality would win once again.

"Bobby," the girl tried, her voice sultry and sweet. "Robert."

The man's head snapped toward her, eyes wider than ever. He hadn't heard his full name out of anyone's lips in a long time, it left him feeling a way he didn't want to admit. He wanted to keep these feelings down, and keep them down forever.

The firm had finally stopped, only she was barely even a centimetre away from him. Her hand came up and rested on his cheek, his eyes closed and leant into her palm.

"Bobby, I want you." She confessed. The man's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated and his hands snapped down onto her hips. Within seconds she was on the counter, her lips pressed against his and fighting for breath.

A small moan exited her lips when his thumb slipped under her shirt and grazed against the small of her back. She couldn't help but focus on how much bigger his hands were than hers, how much taller he was, how much broader he was.

She loved it.

Bobby couldn't get his mind off of the feel of her lips on his, the way they meshed against his own or the way his hands gripped her hips and how they engulfed her sides entirely. All he could think about was the way her breath stuttered every time they parted before diving right back in.

As his lungs burned for air he pulled away, yet hid hands stayed situated on her hips and his forehead leant against her own.

"I want you too." He said breathlessly, his mind spinning as oxygen finally came back to his brain, although he could feel the blood flow going elsewhere.

                 The first thing Bobby heard when he stepped out of the shower was the slight sound of giggling, when he poked his head into his bedroom, he found that Billie was nowhere in sight.

Though, the whispered giggling from his walk-in-robe told him everything he needed to know. A sly grin appeared on his face as he approached the wardrobe and stood outside the door. His heart beating loudly in his chest.

With a swift movement he jerked the door open causing Billianna to scream and fall back causing the man to erupt into his own fit of giggles.

"When you're trying to scare someone," he paused to allow himself a few breaths between laughing, "don't give yourself away."

The look on the girls face had another dopey grin erupting onto his cheeks. He swore that this girl would be the death of him. The way she gazed up at him through her thick lashes.l, the innocent smile that rested delicately on her cheeks.

Billie held her hand out for the man, which he grabbed and helped her up. It wasn't until she was officially upright that she fully noticed this man only had a towel wrapped around his waist. Almost instantly a dark red blush consumed her face.

She couldn't help but admire his bare chest and abdomen, the surprising amount of muscle that his chest held. The very faint abs that barely grazed the surface of his skin. This man was fit. It would have to make sense, really.

Bobby noticed her stare, the way her eyes travelled over his bare chest. He couldn't help but feel good about the way her eyes raked over his chest, committing every part of him to memory, he liked the feeling.

"What?" He asked gently, the girls eyes snapping up to meet his own. It made him chuckle slightly, which caused a deeper and redder blush to overtake her features.

"Nothing..." Billie whispered, her eyes slowly travelling back down to his chest.

"If you're done ogling me, you're in the doorway of the closet." The man said cockily, Billie's eyes widened at the word 'ogling' and she almost sprinted toward his bed. The man laugh raucously and walked into his wardrobe.

Billie sat in the bed, grinning through a lip bite, thinking about the events in the kitchen. The urgency in Bobby's lips and the breathlessness the kiss had created. She could still feel the phantom touch of his thumb against her back, the way he looked into her eyes as he confessed that he wanted her too.

'I want you too.'

The words kept repeating over and over in her head, leaving the space between her thighs feeling electric and the butterflies in her stomach to grow. The girl looked back over at the closet and grinned widely, everything was finally coming together.