The Professor’s Holiday Surprise (Cam Show Crush #1)

15. Noah

Chapter 15

Noah

I carry Paisley naked to the shower in my room. She asks about our clothes and boots, but I tell her those are fine because nobody is going to bother us.

I was wrong.

We’re getting out of the shower when I hear the unmistakable sound of my brother laughing.

The only brother I didn’t send to Vegas to see a rodeo, because he has his own house and has no reason to be in this one.

“Noah! Why are there panties hanging off the pot rack?” he calls out.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

Paisley gasps at me. “Noah!”

I wrench open my bedroom door enough to yell, “Do not look at the underwear! That’s off-limits for all eyes but mine!”

“They’re in the kitchen . I wasn’t trying to see them. I, uh, take it you’ve got company?”

“Yeah. So get out.”

“Sure, sure. I’m going. But Raul needs our help.” Trick is now standing at the end of the hall. I can see his shadow.

“Fuck,” I mutter again.

Paisley wraps her arms around my still-damp torso and squeezes. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “Ranch life never stops.”

“We’ll be right there,” I yell at my brother. “Go outside. Don’t look at the underwear.”

I close the door, take a deep breath, and grab Paisley the nearest clean shirt of mine. I tug it over her head.

She glances down and starts laughing. It’s one of my Everything I Know About Sexual Plant Reproduction I Learned at Climax Springs Community College t-shirts

“I mean, it’s accurate,” she whispers. “Not just plants, too. We’ve had a master class in human sexual reproduction today.”

That makes me growl. I want to drag her to my bed, but she’s right. Ranch life never stops. “I won’t be long.”

“Oh, I’m coming with you.” She glances around. “I might need my bag for the rest of my outfit, though. Unless you have a stash of holiday panties in my size.”

I catch her by her hips, my hands sliding up under the shirt. “Marry me.”

She laughs and nods. “Oh, I’m going to.”

“I mean it.”

“Okay.”

“Paisley—”

She sets her hands on my shoulders and gives me a you dummy look. “I love you, Noah. The answer is yes.”

“You love me.” I really thought I’d have to work harder to convince her I’m a decent gamble.

She smiles. “I do.”

“I love you, too. So much it wants to explode out of my chest.” I kiss her. “I thought you thought I wasn’t serious.”

“You kissed me in the middle of campus. For a man who deprived me of professor dick for two weeks because of ethics and morals, I knew that meant you were serious.”

“I should have gotten down on one knee. Half-dressed for chores isn’t the time to propose.”

“Why not? This is the cowboy life you’re offering, right?”

I laugh and twirl her around. “Yes. Absolutely. The cowboy life, the happy life. Oh, Paisley. Fuck me. I want to spend the rest of my life making you laugh as you get dressed, and pulling you into my lap for one more kiss. You are sunshine and joy. And I love you.” I press her back against the door. “Close your eyes. Please.”

She closes her eyes and smiles.

I pull the jewelry box out of my bedside table. I was thinking I’d do this on horseback while giving her a tour of the ranch, maybe. Or on Christmas Eve, under a tree we chop ourselves.

But she’s right. The t-shirt is perfect. It’s us.

And I fucking love her.

I take her hand and sink to one knee. “Paisley.” I exhale with joy. “Open your eyes, my girl.”

She blinks at me, then gasps.

“Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” I open the jewelry box. “Will you marry me?”

A slow, perfect smile spreads across her face.

And then she does a fist bump in the air, zero-chill, and she does a happy dance right there in my bedroom, wearing my t-shirt and nothing else. Flashing me her pussy as she swings her hips and taps her feet, singing a song which only has one word in the lyrics, over and over again.

“Yes yes yes, yes yes yes, yes yes yes yes yes.” She stops and kisses me on the mouth. “Yes, Cowboy Santa. A million times yes.”