Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Late in the afternoon, Sunday arrived at the house after working at the restaurant. The episode from earlier had distracted her all day. Now, all she wanted was a hot bath before everyone came over for dinner.
Taking off her boots by the back door, she left them there and walked into the kitchen. That’s when she realized she’d forgotten to put the chicken in the blasted crock-pot.
Disappointed she’d have to cancel dinner, she headed towards the bedroom. As she walked down the hall, Sunday noticed the light on in the spare bedroom. Looking in the room she saw Texas laying on the floor amongst photo albums, boxes, and a blanket of some kind. Next to him was a note.
Panicked he done something to himself, Sunday ran in calling his name.
As she crotched down his eyes fluttered open, she fell back on her ass relieved he wasn’t dead.
Shoving the heels of her hands into her eyes she struggled with the overwhelming emotions that had washed over her thinking something was wrong with him.
Rolling over Sunday got to her feet and that’s when she looked at the photo album that lay open. She saw it was his wedding album. Sunday felt a sudden sadness for Texas and knew she couldn’t compete with a ghost. “Sorry, I thought you were hurt,” Sunday said as she headed for the open door.
Texas opened his eyes hearing his name being called. Opening his eyes they felt dry and tired. He watched an alarmed Sunday fall backwards and pushed himself up onto his elbow. Before he could do anything else, she was up and heading for the door.
He didn’t want her to leave. “Sunday.”
Sunday stopped in the doorway, her hand holding on to the wooden frame. “Are you okay?”
“No.”
“Can I do anything for you?”
“Yes, you can come back to me.”
Sunday reached into her pocket and pulled out the small gold letter S charm she’d bought at the general store.
The trinket had cost her thirty bucks. Staring at it she knew the gold overlay would one day rub off or dull like his memory of her would fade into the recesses of his mind.
Somewhere in her mind she had to know this wouldn’t work.
That he’d come to his senses and realize she wasn’t anything important.
She’d never been important. Never been worth anyone’s attention or love. If her mother couldn’t, wouldn’t love her, why should anyone else. Even Monday’s love was limited and came with entanglements and rules.
Turning around she walked back to Texas. When he looked up at her, Sunday wanted to cry for him, for them, she didn’t. She just held out the tiny charm. “I thought you could add this to your chain and think about me now and then after I’m gone.”
Texas held out his hand and looked at the charm. “Sunday…”
“I should have listened when you said you weren’t interested in me.
I should have been strong enough to stay in Montreal.
Unfortunately, I didn’t do those things.
Instead, I came here and fell in love with you, your family, and this entire place.
It felt like… home.” She pulled a smile from somewhere deep inside of her. One just for Texas.
Staring down at the open photo album a tear fell from her eye, landing on a picture of him and his wife. Wasn’t that fitting she thought? “I forgot to put the chicken on,” she said, feeling defeated and walked out the room.
Texas watched a tear hit his wedding picture. Closing his eyes he silently told his wife he loved her and always would, then he shut the photo album and got up. Part of his heart would always be hers, but the other part belonged to someone else now. And he needed Sunday to know that.
Getting up he went to the door and closed it as he stepped into the hall. He didn’t pack up the chest because he wanted to tell Sunday about his old life so he could have a new one with her.
Noise from his bedroom let him know where she was. He stopped right inside the room seeing her packing her worn out back pack. “What are you doing?”
“I think it’s best if I find somewhere else to stay.”
“Like where? Just two weeks ago you saw …” Sunday cut him off with a hard look.
Texas wouldn’t be that easily deterred. “You’re not going anywhere Sunday. This is your home now. With me.”
She stopped packing and turned to fully face him, she didn’t care if her eyes were red and puffy. She didn’t care that he knew how she felt. What she did care about was why. Why did he want her to stay? “Why?”
Texas moved across the room so quickly Sunday almost stepped back in fear. It was the look in his eyes that kept her in place. There was no anger in them just something else, a look she didn’t understand. Holding her ground Sunday waited for an answer. What she got was so much more.
Texas stopped when he was toe- to- toe with Sunday.
Her long white hair was in a mess, piled on top of her head.
Her soft, big eyes were full of emotion stared up at him.
Reaching up, he pulled the messy bun down wanting to see her hair falling over her shoulders.
Combing his fingers through the long strands, Texas slid his hands into it, then gently brought Sunday’s head back.
He didn’t have the words, not yet. They were still making their way from his heart to his head. Leaning in, he drew her up where his lips could touch hers. He could show her his feelings, make her understand his heart.
Shoving her things out of his way, Texas laid Sunday down on the bed, she was beautiful laying there breathless, flushed and wanting him as badly as he wanted her.
Taking his time, he started undressing her.
First her shoes hit the floor, next he tugged her jeans down her legs and tossed them aside.
Her shirt came off next leaving her in a pair of panties and a bra.
Texas thought why she’d bothered buying them, he preferred her without them.
He enjoyed knowing she was completely naked under the shirt of his she still slept in.
Crawling onto the bed he kissed her. His lips grazed along her neck; a little nip on the collar-bone had her moaning.
He enjoyed hearing those little moans. Running his tongue along the edge of her lacy bra had her arching into his mouth.
Texas knew she was as ready as he was. More than ready, but he wanted them to enjoy every moment.
For weeks he’d dreamed about this moment and wanted it to last.
Moving further down, he kissed every scar that marred her body, wanting Sunday to know those tiny imperfections didn’t bother him. They told him she was a survivor.
She did need him. Did want him to make everything fall away? What did that say about her? Did it make her weak? She didn’t know, but …God, she wanted him.
“Sunday.” He needed her to look at him. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.” He was heat, sex, and safety all rolled into the perfect man he was.
She saw the moment he relented and let her get his shirt off. When she reached for his pants, he felt her hand rub over his heavy erection. When her hand cupped him and squeezed, he took a deep breath.
“Careful, baby,” he cautioned. The rasp of his zipper had Texas closing his eyes.
Managing to get his pants unfastened, she finally had her hand on his cock, Texas moaned as she stroked him. He rocked against her hand, picking up the pace as she tightened her grip. “Doll.”
Sunday opened her eyes hearing Texas say her name.
“Are you sure?” he asked her, needing reassurance. Even if she wanted him; Texas worried about her not being ready.
Nodding her head, she leaned in where she could press her lips to his. When she eased back laying her head on the pillow, she told him the truth. “I need to feel whole again, Texas.” Licking her lips she let go of his cock and started shoving at his jeans. “You’re still dressed.”
They both laughed as Sunday tried helping Texas get his clothes off. When he was finally naked, he laid on his back watching her unfastened the thin cotton bra she wore. His mouth watered waiting for her to wiggle out of the matching panties.
“Take those off… slowly.” He wanted to savor the moment he saw her bare to him.
When she eased the panties down, his tongue grazed his bottom lip seeing the light hair that covered her mound.
Watching as Sunday crawled towards him Texas waited for her to straddle him, instead she shoved his legs apart.
Her head bobbed up and down sucking his cock. The sight of her between his legs had him ready to blow. He heard Sunday moan, and Texas barely noticed she was fingering herself as she licked and sucked his cock.
Running his hand through her hair, tangling her hair around his hand, Texas forced Sunday to stop and crawl up where she straddled him. Letting go of her hair, he rolled them over where he lay between her legs.
His hands went to Sunday’s hips and drove into her.
Her cries of pleasure had Texas picking up the rhythm.
He heard her breathing heavily mixed with whimpers and soft moans.
He didn’t ease up as she called out his name begging for more.
Texas let go of her hip, grabbing her hand lacing it on the headboard where she could hold on to it.
Her other hand was gripping his shoulder as he fucked her.
“Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.” He groaned struggling to keep from coming.
Pulling out Texas moved down the bed.
Sunday released the headboard when Texas pulled her down the bed and moaned softly as his mouth found her breast. His tongue pressed against her already hard nipple sending little shock waves through her clit. Arching up into his mouth, she got a little nip sending sparks through her.
The feeling of him made her ache and wondering what he had in store for her next.
It only took her wiggling underneath him to get Texas moving his mouth down her stomach, across her abdomen.
The man was driving her crazy. When his head dipped between her thighs, she gripped the sheets.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as he raked his teeth across her clit.
The man was either an angel or a devil, she couldn’t tell which, but more than once she called out to God and even did a little begging for more.
Unfortunately, he was fine with the begging and the praying.
When he pulled her legs over his shoulder and knelt with his cock at her entrance she told him she couldn’t take much more, Texas smiled wickedly at her and showed her exactly how much more she could handle by driving deep into her; he took her over completely.
The burning need to keep him inside her bordered-on insanity.
Texas stared down at the beautiful woman beneath him as he buried his cock into her weeping pussy and realized she was what he’d been waiting for.
Sunday was home for him, wherever she was would be his home.
Holding on to her thighs he lost himself in her cries of pleasure as he ground against her and came.
He heard his name on her lips as he sagged against her.
His heart pounded in his ears. Kissing the inside of her thighs, Texas placed her feet on the mattress.
He could hardly keep his weight off her as they both panted against one another’s sweat drenched bodies.
When he went to pull away, Sunday tightened her legs around him, keeping him in place.
Sunday tangled her hands into the sheets, holding on as Texas pounded his cock into her pussy.
She’d mistakenly thought she’d been with men, they had all been boys she realized now.
When she called out for his hand, he reached out blindly grasping it, holding onto it as she cried out coming, then he followed her with his own pleasure.
Clinching her hips around him Sunday kept him in place. When he kissed her, she loosened her grip for him to roll next to her. His hand rested on her stomach; his fingers drawing little circles as his eyes fluttered shut. “I love you, Sunday Mornin.”
Sunday rolled over where she could look at Texas. Had she just heard correctly? “Can you say that again, please?”
“I love you.”
Hearing those three little words she started crying. She attempted to hold back the tears, but it seemed as though a faucet had been opened. For fuck’s sake she was becoming an overly emotional female. “Are those happy tears?” She heard him ask her.
“Yes,” she said with a hiccup. “I love you too.”
Feeling him tug her down to him, she buried her face in his chest trying to gain control of her emotions. She failed miserably. Instead, she let the happy tears fall followed by a small laugh. God, she was happy.