Giant thanks to Paige for editing! And thanks to everyone who's reading this! You all are so awesome!

"When the sun is high in the Texas sky

I'll be buckin' at the county fair

Amarillo by mornin'

Amarillo, I'll be there."

-George Strait-

BPOV:

"Bells, you really don't have to get a hotel. I don't live far from here; you can come and stay with me while you look for an apartment."

I can't help but cast him a dubious look. He really wants me to shack up with him? I mean, that seems so soon. Not that we don't know each other well enough. Heavens, he's far more acquainted with my body than anyone else has ever been. Hell, he probably knows my penis fly trap better than I do!

"I don't know… I wouldn't want to intrude. Besides, you know I like staying in hotels." I throw him a wink.

"Truly? I thought you were just saying that. You'd rather stay in a hotel room-in a bed where God knows who slept in it before you-than in a nice bed at home?"

"Well, of course I liked my bed back at home. But your home isn't my home, so I'd still be sleeping in a stranger's bed. A strange man's bed at that… whatever would my parents say?" I tease him.

Edward looks forward and sighs, adjusting the car radio before raking a hand through his unruly hair. "Bells, if you want to pay to stay in a hotel, that's your prerogative, but my house isn't too far away from here. I have a guest bedroom you can stay in."

Well, I suppose a guest bedroom isn't too bad. I would be able to give him some space… "I suppose that'd be all right."

He smiles and signals as he merges into the lane to get onto the highway. Edward's description of his one-story, ranch-style house sounds incredible-just the type of house I pictured for a man like Edward. I can't help but grin as soon as it comes into view. It's beautiful, yet simple and homey. However, my grin falters and confusion courses through me as I see a for sale sign in his well-kept front yard.

"You moving, Edward?"

He grimaces. "Yeah, this house isn't for me anymore. I found a house nearby that's closer to my family's farm. My parents aren't doing too well these days and they need me to help out."

He doesn't say anything more, but something in my gut tells me that's not the only reason he's leaving his current house behind. Despite wanting to pry, I manage to keep my mouth shut. If he wanted me to know, he'd tell me.

"That's really sweet of you, Edward" I comment as he throws the truck into park in front of his house. "I'm sure your parent's really appreciate you."

"They do. They're wonderful, Bells. You're gonna love them."

I beam. He wants me to meet his parents! Heavens, he wants me to meet his parents! He must really have plans to keep me, then! Keep me... I stifle a snort. I'm being ridiculous. I don't want to read into things between us and end up getting hurt, but after our trip… I want to keep him. I'll never be able to forget about the way he made love to me or the way he made me feel like I was the only girl in the entire universe. He made me feel special. Even if our relationship never goes further than a friendship, I'll always be thankful for the way he made me feel.

"I look forward to meeting them. The more people I meet in this town, the better. I'm so used to living in a town where everyone knew everyone and everything about them. It's hard to wrap my head around not knowing every soul here."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing? I mean, I thought you didn't like everyone sticking their nose in your business?"

"True," I muse. He's right. The change will probably be refreshing. "Still, it'd be nice to have some friends here."

"Well, you've got my family and me, your cousin, Alice, and I'm sure you'll meet some friends at your new job."

His voice in encouraging, and I know he wants me to be content and comfortable in El Paso. Which, I'm sure won't be hard to manage with a guy like Edward in my grasp. Who could be unhappy with him around? No girl with a pulse, that's for sure.

"So, do you like El Paso so far?"

"It's nice," I say thoughtfully as I swing open the passenger door and jump down from his truck. "I haven't seen much of it, though."

"Well, we'll have to change that, Bells. But tonight, I just want to relax with you. If that's all right?"

"It's more than all right."

After two days of hiking and camping, I'm ready to settle down and not move an inch. My feet are screaming and my muscles are strained with a delicious ache. My thighs are tingling and tight and my petunia feels as if it's been lifted by a plastic surgeon after all the walking I'd been doing. My cooter is just as sore as the muscles in my legs, thanks to one very smug rodeo star.

I all but limp toward the door as the blisters rub against my cheap Old Navy flip flops in the most uncomfortable way. I was not going to wear my sneakers with my feet in this condition, despite how embarrassed I am that Edward is seeing my feet like this. I once thought my feet were cute, but now they just look like I've walked through the countless hills of fire ants barefoot.

"Want me to carry you?" Edward asks as he catches up with me and gently slides his arm around my shoulders.

I smile at him and shake my head, trying not to look so uncomfortable. My feet didn't hurt like this earlier, but of course, I did have three capsules of ibuprofen in my system. Now that the drugs have worn off, I can feel every blister on my foot.

"Why don't we soak your feet in epsom salt?" Edward suggests as soon as we're on his porch.

He quickly unlocks his door and helps me inside. I lean against him as he takes me to his living room and helps me sit down on his leather couch, the color is a rich maroon. As soon as I sit down my muscles sigh in relief, and I finally take a look around at the interior of Edward's home. It's wonderful. It looks like something straight out of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine. The furnishings are rustic and worn, very country chic to my untrained eye. The hardwood floors are covered with a few different and very expensive looking rugs, and on the walls hang various paintings that give a nod to bull riding, rodeos, and farm life. Above his beautiful, stone fireplace, is a giant flat screen television. I honestly can't believe Edward put together a room like this all by himself. He doesn't strike me as a man who has such attention to detail when it comes to interior design, but then again, maybe that's a side to him I'm not familiar with yet. Or maybe his mom or sister-in-law helped him out?

"Your home is gorgeous," I comment as I stare past him to get a glimpse of the kitchen. From where I'm sitting, I can tell it's just as impressive as the living room.

"Thanks," he responds with a shy smile as he runs a hand through his hair. "I'm going to go grab our things from the truck."

He gives me an almost uncomfortable smile, before turning on his heels and heading back outside. I wonder what I did to make him feel so uncomfortable. Does he not like people complimenting his home for some reason? Does he not want to move away from here? Have I hit on a touchy subject that I'm not aware of? I feel like there's something Edward's not saying. I guess it must not be too major, because he doesn't seem like the type of guy to lie to anyone. However, maybe he's the type of guy to just omit some things from his conversations. That could be a possibility. Although, I'm not sure I like that. I don't like to be kept in the dark about things. Especially when those things pertain to people I care about.

I tell myself I'm just being paranoid as I lean back against the couch and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of the air-conditioner as it kicks on and caresses my skin. Bella, you're not going to let your paranoia spoil this for you. Obviously, this man wants you in some way. I mean, good grief, what could he possibly be hiding? You're being ridiculous. Stop trying to self-sabotage. By the time my little internal pep-talk is finished, Edward is back inside with our things.

"Maybe we can watch some movies tonight? I mean, with a TV like this, you've got to let me use it," I suggest to him as soon as he joins me in the living room.

He smiles, now seeming less tense, and jerks his head toward a shelf of DVDs in the corner of the room. "You're welcome to pick out whatever you want to watch, but maybe you can settle in first? I want to show you to the guest room."

I grimace at the thought of getting back up, but manage to do so since I'm so enthused about seeing the rest of his home. Edward wraps his arm around my waist and guides me toward a long hallway lined with doors. Before reaching the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway, we pass a bathroom, a gym, and a few other doors. I can only guess what's behind them. The guest room is sweet, with darling wooden furnishings and a queen-size bed with a fluffy white comforter. It reminds me of my old room I had growing up. Edward sets my small bag down on the bed and lets go of my waist so he can step back to look at me.

"So, do you like it?"

"Of course," I respond with a sweet smile. "Edward, did you pick out all of this stuff yourself? Your house is beautiful-and don't take this the wrong way-but you don't strike me as the type of guy to read Better Homes and Gardens, Country Living, or watch HGTV." I'm teasing him, but apparently my teasing isn't too funny because Edward seems uncomfortable again.

"I had some help," he says with a cough.

From his mom? Sister-in-law? A platonic friend who is a girl? I almost roll my eyes at how ridiculous I'm being. I'm sure he's had girlfriends before he met me. Heavens, I'm sure he's had plenty of women in his life before he me. Just like I've had different men in my life before I met him. And I bet the women who go to rodeos are beautiful. I'm sure I'd sleep with them too if I were a man. See, I can be mature about these sorts of things!

"Well, whoever helped you definitely knew what they were doing."

He coughs again and steps forward to pull me against his muscular frame. I sigh, nestling my head against his neck, enjoying the scruff of his five o'clock shadow as it tickles my skin. God, I want him. I always want him. I can never help myself when it comes to him. Before I know it, I'm trailing kisses up his neck to his strong jawline, giving it one small lick, before moving my eager lips to his soft ones. I feel his hands move from my waist, to my petunia, which he gives a nice squeeze before moving us to the bed.

He continues to kiss me as he lays my body on the soft mattress, before climbing on top of me. He breaks away from my lips to trail his kisses down my neck and to my breasts, kissing both of my nipples over the fabric of my shirt and bra before grabbing the hem of my shirt and slipping it off of me. He smirks at he reaches behind my back to unclasp my bra, and as soon as the offending garment is off of me, his lips are back on my nipples, teasing and sucking on each one.

"God, I love your tits," he moans against me as he reaches down to adjust himself through the fabric of his jeans.

"Please, Edward," I gasp, the ache in my nether regions making me feel desperate. "I need you inside me. Don't play with me anymore."

His eyes have a wicked gleam as he looks up at me through his thick lashes. "I like playing with you, Bells," he tells me as he unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down my legs.

I kick off my flip-flops just before Edward reaches for my panties and pulls those down as well. I'll never tire of the look he gets in his eyes as he looks at me. It's like a starving man looking at an all you can eat buffet. He strips out of his shirt, leaving me to gape at him as I take in his perfectly cut muscles and that perfect V that leads to his cock. He has a smattering of chest hair, but not too much. He looks like a man and I just want to ride him until I can barely walk.

Edward slides off the bed so he can kick off his boots and slip off his jeans. He's commando underneath, and his cock springs free, practically hitting his abs. I lick my lips and I hear a dark chuckle escape his mouth as he climbs back on top of me.

"Can I be on top?" I ask, despite the ache in my thighs already.

"Of course, baby" he says as he gives me a quick, but hungry kiss. "I love watching you ride me."

And ride him I do. A half hour later, we're both sated and I can barely move a muscle. I'm wrapped around Edward's body, my head resting on his chest so I can enjoy the sound of his breathing. It's so comforting, and if it wasn't for my stomach grumbling, I'm sure it would have lulled me to sleep.

"Want me to make us some dinner?" Edward asks, as he reaches across the bed to turn on a lamp that's sitting on the bedside table.

"Dinner would be nice." My stomach grumbles again. "What did you have in mind."

"Well, I have a frozen pizza in the fridge that's probably still good," he says with a chuckle.

I'd forgotten he'd been away from home for a while. "Frozen pizza sounds perfect."

"Frozen pizza and any movie you want to watch," Edward replies with a grin before he bends his head down to kiss me.

Goodness, a girl can definitely get used to this…

A/N: I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this story as much as I am! I'm working on the next chapter right now!

Song- "Amarillo by Morning" by George Strait. Thanks Gina for the song rec!