Chapter Seventy-Nine
Heath stirred in the bed, and became aware that Sharon was spooned against him. His leg was covering her body, while his manhood was hard and pushed against her femaleness. Their coupling came to him, and he understood why he was not sure if he could stand up, even as he was ready to do it all over again.
The second time had been more intense than the first, and he raised his body to look at her now as he noted the beginning of a sunrise at the windows. Heath took time to appreciate her body, even as he ruefully noted how torn her underwear was. A thought came to him, about a future gift – something they could pick out together.
As Heath watched her it came to him – yet again – what an ass he had been these last months. He could have had this sooner, but he was so wrapped up in his hurt, his hate, and wanting to be right.
He carefully rose up, wanting to visit the water closet. Sharon started to stir, and as Heath rose up, she clasped him against her. Heath moaned, as he settled himself back into bed. She turned to face him, and he took her in his arms.
"Darling, I want to talk to you, and then have relations with you" Heath sat up, as he made the statement. "However, I need to go to the water closet, and then I am going to order us some food. Darling, you have worn me out." He announced, giving her a sensual glance. Heath kissed her tenderly and then stood up, giving Sharon a full view of his body.
"Honestly Michelangelo had you in mind when he made his statue of David." Sharon was in awe of what had happened last night, and was excited that from now on she would have Heath in their bed every night.
"I am guessing I should be flattered?" Heath was slightly taken aback at the reference, but then remembered that Sharon was knowledgeable about art. He recalled their time in San Francisco and the everything they had done.
"Once you are done in the water closet, I will visit it." Sharon sat up in the bed, and Heath took pleasure in seeing her naked. "We will get around to Michelangelo but before that we have to talk about how you have ruined my underclothes. Are you going to make a habit of this?" She gave him a saucy glance, which made Heath groan.
"Not that I will mind, but please keep in mind that my underwear comes from San Francisco. In the future should I plan on ordering multiple sets?" As she asked, she sat up giving him a full view her breasts. Further her red hair was loose and curly around her body.
"Darling, I am planning on taking you to San Francisco, once I get back from the roundup." Heath's voice was hoarse – he could not believe that this goddess was his wife. "You probably know the best stores?"
"Of course – I will look forward to your help with my undergarments." Sharon winked at him, before she went on "let's take care of our personal needs, then we can have breakfast. After that you can ravish me again." She tossed her head, and watched Heath walk into the closet.
When he came back, she went into the closet, taking her time. She was sore – and she knew why – but this was so different from her wedding night. Sharon looked at the bath tub, and wanted nothing more than a hot bath. Even as she had that thought it came to her that she was hungry.
Once she finished in the water closet, she went into the dressing room and found her green summer wrapper. It was the one she had taken down to the settlement as it was lightweight and simple. When she entered the bedroom, she noticed that Heath was not there. It puzzled her so she went into the sitting room, where, Heath had his back to her, as he was standing at the console table, writing a note.
Sharon noted with interest his robe which was a very plain navy blue cotton cloth. She remembered that his birthday was coming up in September, and decided what his birthday present would be. It sounded like they would be in San Francisco for his birthday, so it would all work out.
After breakfast, they shared a bath together in the large tub; Heath had enjoyed the experience, including the bath lotion she had chosen. He decided that they needed to redo the water closet off their bedroom – it felt so good to say that – to accommodate a larger tub. When Heath told Sharon that he had cried, and embraced him tightly.
Coming home to the Valley….
Heath and Sharon were holding hands, as they sat in their first-class compartment of the train from Modesto. They had spent four days at the hotel, having the honeymoon they had missed in San Francisco. For Heath, he was happier than he had even been before.
During the time they had talked, and Heath realized that his way of coping with problems – by withdrawing – would not work with Sharon. He also admitted that he would be more attentive to her, and not leave her alone so much. Heath did not bring up Eamonn; partly because it was the past and because if not for the man's letter, he would not have Sharon.
Being with Sharon was exhilarating, amazing, and exhausting all at the same time. Heath had told her that it was good that the hotel offered room service, as she rendered him almost unable to stand up. Sharon had tossed her head – her flame-colored hair loose and curly, reaching down to her waist, and commented that she liked him flat on his back.
Sharon had then gone to straddle him, as her fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. Heath had shown her what pleasured him, and he had been pleased that she was a quick study. It did mean that they did not get food, until later in the evening though.
"Did you telegraph to let everyone we are arriving." Sharon asked, as she smiled at Heath. Their time together had been like nothing she had ever experienced – Heath was an amazing lover she had been surprised at how much she enjoyed relations. She was looking forward to having him in her bed – or rather their bed.
"No, I did not have the chance since we were late arriving at the train station." Heath smirked at her, as he recalled earlier that morning."
"Tis my fault? I just asked you to lace my corset." Sharon gave him a saucy glanced, as she thought about Heath's hands on her waist.
"You stood there in your underwear" Heath tilted his head "which by the way leaves nothing to the imagination. Of course, I took advantage of the situation." He had in fact, embraced her, before he lowered her to the ground. Heath made love to her on the carpet, moving fast and hard. Sharon had been happy to go along, and when she screamed with pleasure he had thrust hard and deep into her.
They had spent almost half an hour in each other's arms, until a knock on the door let them know that the bellman was there to get the luggage. Sharon had realized that they barely had ten minutes to get to the train stations.
When they arrived in Stockton the Station Manager had been there, and Heath explained what they needed. Sharon, even as she had enjoyed their private time together was more than ready to get back to her children. She wanted her house, and her family – it felt so good to say that. Now that she and Heath were truly husband and wife, she felt that they were a family.
When they arrived at the Big House Ciego was there to greet them, and take care of the rig from the livery. Silas opened the door and greeted them with a big smile – he noted that the couple were holding hands and looking happy. Victoria and Jarrod came into the front hall, having heard voices.
"Welcome home! How is your family?" Victoria asked Sharon as she hugged her with happiness. She had noted the demeanor – so different from when the last time they had been together. "And the baby?"
"The fever has passed, and Gavin is doing well. Eileen is recovering, and will be able to take care of him within a month." Sharon was touched that Victoria was so concerned about her family. "I have not said so before, but your medical supplies and provisions were so appreciated."
"Welcome back!" Jarrod exclaimed, as he hugged Sharon. It was apparent that distance had worked its magic. As a man he knew when a woman was well loved, and his sister-in-law showed all the signs. He hugged Heath, as he noted the smile on the man's face – something he had not seen for a while.
"I want to go up and see the children, I hope you understand." Sharon announced, and moved towards the staircase. She noted that Heath was right behind her, before Victoria spoke.
"Heath, Jarrod and I would like to speak to you, if that is all right?" Victoria looked at Sharon, who nodded her head. The older woman knew that Sharon wanted to be with her children. It had touched her that Heath was of the same mindset; her heart hurt as she thought about the news, they had for him. Victoria had been so glad to see the couple happy, but she was very concerned about his reaction would be when they talked to him.
