Casanova Cowboy Novels & Stories

He had to admit this place wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He let his gaze wander around the shop, taking in things he hadn't really noticed yesterday. The artwork on the walls, for instance. Yesterday, they had been blurs of color. Today, he realized they were great examples of contemporary Western art. The style was very distinctive and arresting. Someone had lovingly painted a magnificent stallion, a small herd of horses galloping across a pasture, a tired cowboy at the end of a long day, and other similar scenes. Whoever this was might have come from Montana like he had, because the essence of the cowboy had been captured perfectly.

I rolled my eyes at that logic and Austin’s head may have been turned away to do the same. The ladies also decided we needed to dress casually so we didn’t look like a couple of thugs. I thought Austin would put a stop to that one, but he’s so fucking in love with his woman that he just smiled, kissed her, and came downstairs in khaki pants and a polo looking like he just showered and changed after a day on the golf course. Now I’m wearing jeans and a black dress shirt along with fucking western boots Celina bought me last Christmas. The only description I come up with is flaming queer cowboy. If anyone actually says the word cowboy in my vicinity, I’ll drive my fist into their face until on

Within few minutes the woman arrives wearing only net bikini. " Hi Handsome, I'm Sasha..... I heard you need someone hot like me " She catwalks to him and he pushes her on the couch. " Good thing you're not wearing too much clothes " he mutters kissing her stomach and goes down to her pussy... He buries his face inside . Sasha moans grabbing his hair feeling his tongue diving deeper inside her . Caspian raises his head and licks his lips " you don't taste so bad slut " He removes his boxers and his large dick pounced out ...

Just like her mother she too is a party animal. Octavius Carter – The leader of Caspian Cosca based in Caspian Nyqua who had a chiselled face that goes with his chiselled chest. The most handsome leader of any Cosca and women are crazy about him. Many women don’t mind getting bought by him. He is responsible for the Protection racketeering and extortion part of the business. Kubo Kayo – A tall, stoic-faced man who rarely showed any emotions, an expert in martial arts, a mechanical engineer who works as consigliere for Caspian Cosca.

He’s lucky Xachariah was out of the country when all that crap went down with Charity yesterday. Cassius looks hot as hell in his laid back cowboy attire, and I’m taken by surprise when I arrive at the stables. He’s wearing tight, faded cowboy pants, paired with boots and a fitted blue t-shirt. His hair, once styled with gel, is now disheveled after taking a shower. I have to admit; I prefer him this way.

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

He is not a kid anymore. Cassie is standing at the other end of the barn, grooming a brown horse with a dandy brush. She is looking at him over her shoulder with a surprised expression. “Are you a cowboy now?” Then she sassily pushes her braid back over her shoulder with a condescending smile. “Or are you just pretending like one?” Mathias’s blood boils under his skin with primal instinct against Cassie’s spoiled attitude. Her father being the rich owner of this barn means nothing to Mathias.

Just call me anytime you want. I didn't answer that when Maeve curses and a few utensils cling. "You alright, Maeve?" I ask and call Alyssa. "Y-yeah." She answered softly. I turned back and walked off while waiting for Alyssa to answer. She did answer and I went to the balcony. "So, what now, Casanova?" "Haven't you gotten laid last night?" I asked huskily. "Hmmm. I'm waiting for you last night." "Sorry, a good thing happens," I said just to make her jealous.

'Try me. "Sure," he said, giving her his sweetest smile. He kissed her smoothly and passionately. Just a slight movement, but she already let out a moan. That's the effect of a Caspien Muller on a girl. "Your name, hottie?" Her voice was sultry, and she was talking in between her soft groans. He pulled out and gave her a charming smile. "Caspien." He winked. "I'll call you Cas," she said. "Let's get laid tonight."

Cali sipped her wine, “maybe he got tired, Ren. You’ve been really inconsiderate of his feelings.” This is supposed to be the part where I’ll object and argue with Cali. I admit, she’s making a lot of sense really. She always does. “Maybe,” I hummed, emptying my glass of wine. “What’s up with you?” “I saw Casanova in Manhattan,” she murmured calmly as if she just told me the sky was blue. I choked on my wine, she rubbed my back comfortingly while the guys suddenly stopped talking in front of us. “Ren just loved your Amarone della Valpolicella too much,” Cali added with a giggle for a more convincing statement. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, gathering my wits and manners.