Saranya Chapter 11
The weekend was here. I was thrilled. My favorite time was when the main workweek was over, and I had the entire weekend to spend with Cowboy.
We’d been together for two weeks. For me, it seemed much longer.
The way he and I had moved from agreeing to date to sex had been a blink.
And I might seem cheap and easy to others, but he affected me in a way no man had.
Never had I slept with someone that fast before.
When I shared with him that I hoped he didn’t think I was slutty for it, Cowboy had growled and spanked my ass for thinking it.
Of course, that spanking had sparked a session in bed.
It seemed we constantly found ourselves in bed, on the couch, the kitchen table, or wherever there was a surface we could use.
If I thought having my period would turn him off, I was wrong.
Cowboy assured me that blood didn’t matter to him.
I’d never had sex during my period. I found I was more sensitive, which he took into account. It was especially so in my breasts.
He’d stayed at my place every night since the first one.
I kept protesting his added drive time to work, but he waved it away.
However, I had a bag packed for the weekend.
Tonight, I’d be staying at his house. I hadn’t seen it yet.
I could hardly wait. My work schedule had been hectic, and we hadn’t wanted to waste time driving to the compound.
But that would have to wait until we went somewhere first. Dad and Mom had asked us to dinner after I informed them I was dating Cowboy earlier in the week. Over the phone, they hadn’t seemed surprised, so I wondered what War had told them.
It took some of the pressure off me knowing they had already met Cowboy and appeared to like him.
But it might be a little different knowing he was dating their daughter.
I asked Cowboy if he was nervous, expecting him to say no.
He surprised me when he said he was. His apprehension helped to ease mine.
Dad and Mom lived on a two-acre property in Daytona Beach.
It was on the water. They had bought it when I was in high school.
I loved it. We’d ridden in my car. When we were through, we’d go to my place and get Cowboy’s bike and ride it to the compound.
I’d ridden with him on his motorcycle a few times, and I loved it.
The only reason we didn’t ride to my parents’ was that he didn’t want us showing up disheveled.
I learned that riding in a cage, as bikers call all vehicles, was a sacrifice for most. It was why he took off his cut before he got in one, so he didn’t insult his cut and club.
I’d offered to ride whenever we went somewhere, and we did a lot of the time, but there were certain times when he insisted we be in a cage.
There was a lot I had to learn as a biker’s woman.
Cowboy was more than patient in teaching me.
He whistled. “This place is beautiful, Anya. Did you grow up here?”
I liked his version of my name. It made it special that he was the only one who called me that. When he asked if I was okay with him calling me Anya, I’d shown him just how much I liked it.
“We moved here when I was in high school. The place we lived before was in a neighborhood where your neighbors were right on top of you. It was a nice area, but too crowded. They love it here.”
As we exited the car, he pulled on his cut. The sound of barking made me smile. Charging toward us were two Australian cattle dogs. They were giving me excited doggie smiles. I crouched down and greeted them, as Cowboy stood next to me. I rubbed and scratched both dogs as I made introductions.
“Hon, present your hands to them.”
He did as I asked. After sniffing him and seeing that I was accepting of him, they allowed him to pet them.
“These are Max and Milly. They’re Australian cattle dogs. Max is five, and Milly is four.”
“They’re beautiful. I don’t know that I’ve seen their kind before.”
“They’re less common here. Dad loves them because they can handle the heat. Max was abandoned, and someone brought him into the clinic. Milly was purchased the following year. They’ve had a few litters.”
Rising, I took his hand, and we headed for the house with the dogs trotting happily alongside us.
“Why don’t you have dogs or horses? As a vet, I thought you’d have a menagerie of them.”
“I want them, I just don’t like having them on property I don’t own. If my landlord gets the sudden urge to sell, relocating them is hard on some animals,” I explained.
“I get that. My horses weren’t thrilled at first when I changed up their location, but they soon adjusted. So what you’re telling me is that as soon as I get you to agree to move in with me, the compound will be overflowing with animals.” He smiled.
With a pounding heart, I grinned as I answered him. “That’s right, so you’ve been warned. I’ll have cats, dogs, more horses, cows, chickens, and pigs. Better warn the club.”
“Babe, I’ll tell them tomorrow. However, I don’t know that you’ll get much pushback. The kids will adore all of them, except maybe the pigs.”
I giggled at the face he made when he said pigs. When I looked toward the front door, I saw Dad and Mom standing there, holding each other and smiling at us. Cowboy saw where I was looking, so he glanced up. When we reached the porch, he greeted them.
“Hello, Dr. Coleman, Mrs. Coleman, thank you for the dinner invitation.”
By the time he was finished, we were standing before them. I stepped forward, hugging Mom. Dad answered Cowboy.
“Cowboy, you’re most welcome. Happy to return the hospitality your club showed us. Plus, we would do nothing less for the guy our daughter is dating. Please, come in and call us Preston and Malai.” They were shaking hands, so I waited until they let go before I hugged Dad.
“Thank you, I will. Malai, these are for you, though they don’t compare to your beauty,” Cowboy said, handing over the lovely bouquet he picked out.
It had been his idea. They were vibrant, and I knew Mom would adore them. She had a thing for all kinds of flowers. I saw her cheeks turn pink as she took them and rose on her tiptoes. Cowboy leaned down so she could place a kiss on his cheek.
“You are so sweet to bring these, and charming. Thank you. They’re gorgeous. Come inside.”
We followed them inside, holding the door open for Milly and Max to come in.
While they might go outside, they slept in the house.
They were my parents’ fur babies. Mom led us into the kitchen, where she pulled a vase out from underneath the sink to put the flowers in. As she tended the flowers, Dad nodded.
“Cowboy, I see Sari told you about my wife’s love of color and flowers.”
“Actually, she didn’t mention it until I told her I had to get Malai a bouquet. Then she told me that your wife is an avid gardener and has a green thumb, especially with flowers. From what I saw out front, she didn’t exaggerate. I know from what I saw at Anya’s place that she inherited it.”
“He calls you Anya. I like it. Again, thank you for these, Cowboy,” Mom said prettily.
“You’re making me look bad. I haven’t given her flowers in a couple of months. I see I’ll have to up my game, or you’ll charm away my wife,” Dad teased.
“Sir, no need to worry. I’m a one-woman man. Your daughter has captivated me completely. I only want her.” The sincerity in his voice was evident. I watched my parents exchange satisfied glances.
“That’s what I want to hear. Alright, we have a bit before dinner is ready. How about we have a drink and get to know each other more?” Dad suggested.
Cowboy and I readily agreed. After giving Dad my request, I asked Mom what I could do to help finish off dinner. Usually, I would come early and help prepare it.
“H?wān ci, there’s nothing left but to set the table and serve the food when it’s done.”
“I can do that,” I insisted, moving to the cabinet where the dishes were kept.
“Let me help. And what did she just call you?” Cowboy asked. Coming to stand next to me, he reached in to grab plates.
“You don’t have to, unless you really want to. And she called me sweetheart in Thai,” I clarified.
“I want to help. Wow, you speak English, Thai, and medical jargon. I need to up my game. I only know English and biker jargon,” he winked.
This comment made my parents chuckle. As we got the things out for the table, Dad got in on the fun.
“Don’t feel bad, Cowboy. I still don’t know everything Malai says. Early on, I learned the words for the endearments and the swear words. I figured those were the most critical and the ones she was most likely to say to me.”
As we laughed, Mom smacked Dad’s arm as she grinned. “He’s not wrong,” she piped up. Her remark made us laugh harder. By the time we were done, I had everything for the table.
“Mae?, that means Mom, by the way, the formal dining room, right?”
“Yes, please,” she replied.
“Babe, do you usually eat in there when it’s the three of you?” my man asked.
“No, but when they have guests, we do.”
“Malai, Preston, no offense, but I’m totally okay with eating in here if that’s acceptable to you.
I appreciate your wanting to do the other one, but as Anya’s boyfriend, I hope to be here with her often.
I’m totally okay with the more family-oriented setting.
I hope I didn’t offend you,” he rushed to say.
Dad hugged Mom, who appeared choked up. “Cowboy, we’re not offended. The fact that you want to be treated like family makes us happy. We’ll gladly eat in here.”
With that decision made, Cowboy and I had the kitchen nook’s table set in no time.
After pausing to take a drink, I went to Mom.
She was taking out serving bowls and platters.
I jumped in to help her. When they were filled, the guys carried them to the table for us.
It was seamlessly done, as if we’d been doing it for years.
Right before sitting down to eat, we all washed our hands.