Cowboy Professor_A Western Romance Love Story

by Ivy Jordan

  “I have a gift for you,” she whispers in my ear. “And, I think we’ll both really enjoy it.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Serena

  Cade leads me into the living room, where he clicks a button on a remote and soon the room is filled with music. He takes me into his arms and we move against each other as we slow dance around the room.

  His hand moves over my ass, and his hard length presses against my thigh. I grind against it, savoring the friction as our lips meet again. Cade’s hand moves up my back and tugs the zipper of my dress down. I step back from him and let the straps fall down my arms. The dress falls away from my body, pooling at my feet. I step out of it, completely naked except for my heels.

  “Damn,” he whispers as his eyes roam all over me. “You had nothing on under that dress all night?”

  I shook my head side to side and turned up one corner of my mouth into a sly grin.

  “Good thing I didn’t know that,” he offered.

  My skin heats up from just his look and he steps toward me, shamelessly grabs my ass with one hand to pull me close to him. His other hand slides down my front and his index finger grazes my sensitive slit. I inhale sharply and buck against his hand, desperate for more of him.

  “You’re dripping wet,” he says hotly in my ear.

  “I have been all night.”

  He takes my hand and leads me up the stairs without a word. He discards his dress shirt and loosens his belt when we reach his bedroom. In record time, he’s stripped of his clothing down to nothing but his boxer briefs. He sits on the edge of the bed.

  “Come here,” he commands.

  I move closer to the bed and he lays back, so I climb up beside him, moving to lie down next to him, but Cade stops me. “No, right here,” he continues, patting his chest.

  I blush. “But-”

  He cuts me off with a dangerously sexy smirk. "No buts. Come sit on my face, Princess."

  I crawl up to him and straddle his chest, and he licks his lips in anticipation. He grabs my hips and rolls my body forward, placing feather light kisses on the inside of my thighs.

  "Cade," I beg, my legs shaking with anticipation.

  "Serena," he returns with a playful smile. "Would you like me to give you the best orgasm of your life?"

  "Yes, please," I respond.

  "Your wish is my command."

  He pulls me forward, his eyes looking up to meet mine. I try to focus on the sensation, on the moment, on his breath against my inner thigh, ghosting over my core when his eyes close and his tongue as it touches me.

  "Oh my God," I breath out as he flicks my clit with his tongue before sucking it in his mouth.

  "Yes, my child?" he returns, opening his eyes to look at me with a teasing grin.

  I slap his shoulder. "Shut up and do that again."

  He chuckles as he goes back to it, licking and sucking with renewed enthusiasm as I moan with pleasure. His tongue dips into my center before he licks up my pussy and swirls his tongue around my clit, then tugs with his teeth.

  His name comes out as a moan when he slides one finger inside me as he continues to suck my clit. My hands go to his hair, tugging as I grind against his face. My legs quiver as his tongue moves left and right over me.

  “Cade, oh God, Cade.” I am so close, and I know he can sense it as my body tenses and I feel the wave build. He pulls his finger out of me and shoves his tongue deep inside, lapping up every bit of my juices as I cum, screaming his name in pure ecstasy.

  I close my eyes and wait for my heart to slow and my breathing to go back to normal. When I open them, Cade is watching me. "Was it the best orgasm of your life?" he asks with a smirk.

  "Pretty close," I say as nonchalantly as I can manage.

  "Guess I'll have to try again," he winked.

  "Cade!" I laugh, lifting off him. He pulls me down beside him and kisses me. I taste myself in his kiss, and I don’t care. I am completely turned on, and I want every inch of Cade Thomas.

  I shimmy out of his hold and stand. “I think it’s time to get those off you,” I say, pointing at his boxer briefs. He hurries off the bed to stand with me, and I hook my thumbs in the waistband and drag his underwear down torturously slow. Cade’s impressive dick juts out at me, and I lick the tip, reveling in the way his breath hitches when I do.

  When I straighten, I move forward, forcing him back until his knees hit the mattress. I give him a light push and he falls onto the bed.

  "You're the devil, aren't you?" Cade asks as I move over him on the bed, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, twisting my hand up softly and stroking him.

  "Maybe," I wink, pushing my hair to one side and taking him in my mouth.

  "Shit!" he hisses, hips arching when I grab his balls. "Serena, that's not fair."

  I pull my lips off his cock with a pop. "Who said anything about fair?"

  He sits up, grabs me around the waist, and flips me onto my back as he rests on his forearms over me. "I will cum like a fifteen-year-old boy if you keep doing that," he warns as I reach between us to get my hands on his dick again.

  “That could be fun, though,” I pout.

  He stands and lifts one of my legs, caressing down my calf and unstrapping one heel and then the other. He turns to set them aside, and I sit up to admire his ass. He catches me looking when he turns back around.

  "Like what you see?" he asks with a pose.

  "Very much. Especially those thighs and that ass."

  "What about my dick?" he continues, crawling back up the bed.

  "I'll let you know if you're any good with it after you fuck me."

  He grins wickedly. "I don't believe you’ll be disappointed, ma’am." He reaches for me, parting my folds and slicking his fingers. His thumb flicks my clit, and I let out a gasping moan.

  Cade puts an arm under me and flips me onto my stomach, nudging my knees apart with his; I raise up into them, my ass high in the air. He slaps my ass, the sound echoing through the room, and I whimper as he leans over me, resting his chest on my back and kissing my exposed neck.

  "You're fucking gorgeous. I hope you know that."

  I look over my shoulder at him with what I know is my sauciest smile. “You’re pretty hot, too.”

  "Yeah, I know," he answers as he straightens. I laugh at his cockiness, and it turns into a moan as he lines up to push inside me. He fills me slowly, and when I think I can’t possibly take any more of him, he pushes in one more inch.

  "Holy fuck," I breathe out. "Your dick might be the best part of you."

  He licks up between my shoulder blades before biting me gently. "Your pussy ain't so bad, either," he says huskily, pulling out and slamming back in. I let out a pleasured scream.

  He wraps a hand around my hair and tugs my head back. We kiss sloppily as he fucks me, and I feel his dick throb inside me when I reach around to stroke my clit, moaning into his mouth. My pussy tightens around him, and Cade lets go of my hair, replacing my hand with his own as he strokes my clit and brings me to climax.

  I yell his name as the wave crashes down and my vision is filled with spots. Cade wraps an arm around my middle to hold me in place, and I push my ass into his hips. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room as I grind against him. He mumbles my name over and over, and I feel him twitch as his orgasm slams through him and into me.

  I collapse to the bed, and Cade falls against my back, trying to catch his breath. He lays there, inside me, for a moment before he pulls out and rolls next me, pulling me into his arms to hold me. After a few silent minutes, I kiss his cheek before I get up to use the bathroom. I don’t bother to attempt to cover myself and I hear the bed shift, so I know he has sat up to watch me go. I put an extra wiggle in my step just for him.

  When I come out of the bathroom, Cade is still gloriously naked, but he has a bottle of water that he passes to me when I sit down beside him. We cuddle up beside each other, my legs tangled with his, and he flips on the TV. At the end
of the movie playing on the screen, Cade gets up and slips on a pair of underwear. He grabs a shirt from one of his drawers and passes it to me. I smile as I slip on the men’s V-neck shirt and lay back down beside him. He switches off the light and puts his arm around me.

  “Goodnight, my beautiful Serena,” he whispers into the darkness.

  “Goodnight, Cade,” I respond. He kisses the top of my head, and I lay there listening to his breaths even out. There is a slight glow to the room from the clock beside his bed, and I turn my face to look at him sleeping.

  I wasn’t looking for a man when Cade turned back up in my life, and I certainly never thought I’d be in this place with him now, considering our one night three years ago. I know I owe him the truth about Alan, but I am so afraid to lose him. He is everything I've ever wanted, and everything I didn't know I needed. So instead of being brave enough to tell him to his face, I whisper the words on my heart to him as he sleeps.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you, Cade Thomas. I only hope one day you’ll love me back.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Cade

  Three days after Valentine's Day, I meet Tyler for lunch. I’ve been waiting to talk to him about what’s going on between me and Serena, and I can barely contain myself, but somehow, I manage until after our waitress walks away with our orders.

  “I think I’m in love with Serena,” I blurt out to him as he lifts his beer to his lips.

  He stops mid-drink. “I’m sorry…what?”

  “I think I love her, Ty.”

  “I take it this means your over-the-top romantic Valentine's plans went well?”

  “Better than I could have ever hoped. Dude, she’s perfect. I swear. I’m just… I have never been this happy.”

  “And, you think you love her?”

  “I don’t know how else to explain this feeling. How did you know with Tamara? I mean, you’re high school sweethearts. You’ve had the same woman in your bed for years, how did you know she was it?”

  “We were high school sweethearts, but I was no angel, trust me. I messed around with a lot of girls before I met Tamara our senior year, and I had to fucking beg to get her to even consider going out with me. But she put her trust in me, and I never messed it up.

  “At the time, I thought I needed to mess around, sow my oats so to speak, and not settle down too young. But when I met Tamara, I felt different about her. And after we went out and I got to know her, I knew. It just felt right. I had guys telling me to just keep her as a fling when they saw me starting to get serious, and I almost listened to them, but in the end, I followed my heart, and it was the best thing I could have ever done. You gotta trust your gut, so if you think you love her, go for it.”

  “The other night, I think she thought I’d fallen asleep, but I heard her whispering, and so I listened. She said she thinks she’s falling in love, too. I almost told her then, but I didn't want to scare her off.”

  “I promise you, Cade, once you listen to your heart, you’ll be at your happiest. Just think about that feeling you had when you finally kicked Josephine out of your life for good. Now imagine that tenfold when you tell Serena you love her for the first time. It’ll be worth it, trust me.”

  I nod as Tyler continues. “I knew you were serious about her, I just didn’t realize you were this serious. So, when are you proposing?” he jokes.

  “I don’t think we’re there yet, but one day. I’m definitely ready for this to be serious, have her and Alan move in with me, but I think she still has issues about her ex that might be a stumbling block for us.”

  “Alan’s dad?” he asks.

  “Yeah. She’s never really told me anything about him. She changes the subject whenever the topic starts to veer in that direction. I don’t know who he is, but I’d love to meet him and wring his neck for fucking her over. At the same time, I’d like to thank him for being a screw up so I can have her in my life.”

  Tyler laughs. “If I’ve learned anything over the years, it's not to push when a woman doesn't want to talk about something. When she’s ready, she’ll share it all with you. Until then, you just gotta show her that you’re the right guy to have around her son. Be a good influence and all that, you know?”

  “I know,” I nod. “I adore Alan. He’s smart as hell, cute, and man, put a football in the kid’s hands and he’s got talent to spare.”

  “Sounds like Serena isn’t the only one you’re falling for,” Tyler laughs. “Seriously, though. If you need us, Tamara and I will double date with you again. You know, talk you up, sing your praises. Not that it sounds like you need the help.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Ty. I appreciate you listening today, and the advice.”

  After lunch, I head home for a few hours before time to go to Serena’s for dinner with her and Alan. Since she busted my “home-cooked meal” a few weeks back as take out, she’s had me over at least once a week so we can cook dinner together. It’s been surprisingly fun to cook with her, and I’ve even learned a few things, too. But I still count down the time until I can see her.

  ***

  I’m greeted by Alan at the door, who opens it, grins at me, waves, and then turns and runs toward the kitchen. I follow him.

  We are making carbonara tonight and as I look over the ingredients she has laid out, I glance at Alan, who is now in the other room, and then I look back to Serena.

  “He’ll eat this?” I ask her, gesturing to counter.

  “Oh yes, he loves carbonara. Surprised me the first time he tried it. I mean, most kids love spaghetti, and Alan does, too, but carbonara is his absolute favorite food right now.”

  “Is that bacon?” I ask as I point at the meat on the counter.

  “It’s pancetta, otherwise known as Italian bacon. And, that block of cheese is Romano. Now, can you get the pasta boiling while I start frying the pancetta?” she asks with a smile.

  I do as instructed and get the water going then wait for it to come to a boil before adding the pasta. While it cooks, I grate the cheese Serena hands me. We’re talking and laughing, and it hits me that this could be my life, and I don’t hate the idea of it. In fact, I really, really like the idea of it.

  When the pasta is cooked, I drain the water and set the pot on a potholder on the counter. Serena adds the pancetta, and I add the grated Romano. She adds an egg and some pepper and then tosses the mixture together.

  “Alan!” she calls out. “Go wash your hands, please!”

  I hear his little feet scamper down the hall and into the bathroom as she sets the table. I pour glasses of water for the two of us and an apple juice for Alan and bring those to the table. Alan scampers into the dining room and climbs into his chair at the table. Serena ruffles his hair affectionately, and he ducks away from her touch. She just shakes her head and laughs the most beautiful laugh. I watch them, feeling my heart swell. She puts food on his plate and when she turns to sit down, I grab her, spin her to me, and claim her lips with mine.

  When we pull apart, she looks up at me, a little breathless and cheeks flushed. “What was that for?” she asks quietly.

  “I...” I falter for the right words because what I want to say feels too soon. “I just got caught up in the moment. Watching you with Alan. Thank you for letting me be a part of both of your lives.”

  “Thank you for having us in yours,” she smiles and tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. It makes me want to kiss her again, but she pushes me toward my chair at the table and we both sit. I fill my plate and pass her the bowl so she can serve herself, as well. As we dig in, Alan begins to tell us about what he did at school, and I find myself engaged in the back and forth.

  I’ve been away from my own family for so long, only seeing them a few times a year for the last twenty years. I had no idea how much I crave this sense of family and belonging until Serena re-entered my life. It feels so right, and I understand my conversation with Tyler from earlier in the day that much better. This is where I want to be
, where my heart wants to be. I need to talk to Serena and make my feelings clear, and hope her feelings will be the same. Hope she meant what she whispered to me.

  Serena gives Alan a bath while I clean up from dinner, washing the dishes and putting the leftovers away in the fridge. When I’m finished, I venture down the hall to Alan’s bedroom. I lean against the door and listen to Serena read Alan a story. When he looks up and sees me, he smiles.

  “Now Cade reads me a story,” he insists, grabbing a book from Serena’s small stack and holding it out to me.

  I step into the room as Serena stands, and I take the spot she left beside him on the bed. Alan hands me the book Goodnight Moon and snuggles up beside me as I flip open the pages and begin to read. “In the great green room, there was a telephone. And a red balloon.”

  I glance up at Serena, who watches us intently. Her eyes are glistening, and I see her wipe away a tear. When I finish, I hug Alan and tell him goodnight. She smiles, and I stand as we trade places once more. She whispers to her son and kisses him goodnight. She turns out the light by his bed, and I follow her out of the room and back to the living room.

  We settle on the couch, Serena under my arm, and we sit in silence together. It’s nice just to sit with her, and I think about telling her how I feel. I even try to say the words, but I can't find them. Eventually, I clear my throat and she looks up at me.

  “Can I ask you something?” I start.

  “Anything.”

  “Why were you crying when I was reading to Alan?” Serena sits up and turns on the couch, sitting cross-legged so she’s facing me. I turn my body to face her as well and reach for her hands, holding them in mine as she searches for the words.

  “I was more overwhelmed than I thought I would be watching you with Alan. He’s never had a man in his life other than my dad, and we don’t see my parents as much as we used to since they moved.”