Casanova Cowboy 소설 & 이야기

His gaze tracked her mesmerizing body, from the flare of her hip, to the contour of her belly, across those glorious tits and the graceful line of her neck. Seconds after Chase noticed a full box of condoms, bottle of lube and two bandanas on the nightstand, a dude wearing chaps and a cowboy hat sauntered out of the bathroom with a hearty, “You ready for the ride of your life, toots?” What the fuck? After his shock wore off, Chase snarled, “Jesus, Ava, this is the type of douchebag you came up with? A wannabe cowboy with a fake drawl who calls you toots?”

- Do you think he has a mistress? And can it be the blonde in the middle of pole dancing? – I asked, now even more curious. - Cindy? He shook his head. – Well, Heitor Casanova is engaged. And the probability of you finding his bride in Babylon is almost zero. But of all his cases, Cindy is the most serious. - The cases? Well, I'd heard about his hot cocksucker syndrome. But that Cindy girl treated me like she was the real owner of everything, believe me.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

After responding to that message, he returned to a few papers that became objects and his goal in this café for a moment to get rid of tiredness. Everything he did this time did not escape the sight of anyone there. With the same smile, her targeting became more and more dull because she knew that Casya was talking to someone familiar via the phone. Twenty minutes later… Someone ran toward him and began to regulate his breath. “Sit down.” Casio is welcome. “Thank you” and then sat down. “Why are you out here? Do you miss me?” Asking Casya how she sings without sin makes people in front of her angry.

*** Caspian sat in Damian’s living room, the space filled with the scent of expensive cigars and the warm aroma of sandalwood from the aromatherapy candles his cousin always kept lit. Meanwhile, Damian lounged on the sofa across from him. Known as one of the “mafia of business,” Damian wore a shirt with several buttons left undone. He took a drag from the cigar in his hand before speaking. “Why are you so stressed about finding another way?” Damian asked casually. He placed the cigar in a crystal ashtray and leaned back. “Cassandra isn’t married to Alaric. That means you still have a huge chance to win her heart—and her body.”

Orgasms rolled through them in waves. Caspian pulled Calliope aside during a brief pause, pinning her against the bookshelves. “I can’t do it,” he confessed between deep kisses, sliding back inside her. “I thought it was Elena. All these years. But it’s you. You see me. You burn me.” He fucked her against the wall, hard and possessive, while the other couple continued nearby. Elena rode Marcus reverse cowgirl, watching Caspian claim Calliope with a mix of understanding and release.

I didn't really want to play with them but spending the evening with Teresa sounded like Hell. "Sorry, Chloe! I promised that I would play a few rounds, but I'll catch up with you later, yeah?" She nodded with a wide smile as she looked over the shirtless cowboy next to me before she sent a wink my way. Teresa didn't get the chance to say anything before I turned and took off towards the group of card players, leaving the guy who invited me behind. I slid into the empty chair across from the green-eyed, masked man before I downed my drink. The cowboy walked over and lifted the bottle of tequila from the table, and he refilled my cup before he sat down with a wink sent my way.

The air was so thick with tension around them that the rest of the unranked wolves had unconsciously backed away from them without realizing that anything was wrong, pressing further backward into the noise and lights of the house party that still thudded away in the background. Cassandra laughed nervously and pulled her friend forward, thrusting him towards Lucy and Theo with a strained smile. “Well, that was a little awkward, “ she chuckled. “It looked to me like you were enjoying the show immensely, “ Lucy commented dryly, folding her arms in front of her. “Nonsense,” Cassandra answered dismissively with a wave of her hand, “Anyway, I wanted you both to meet Caspian He’s only been here a

“You know, Colter Hayes just sounded way too cowboy cliché. Like a man written by a middle-aged woman obsessed with horses.” At this point, I also burst into laughter despite my mood. What kind of comparison was that? “Okay, fair. Although I have no idea how he came up with it.” I said. “So his actual name is Jaxon?” Lizzie asked. “Jaxon West.” Maria admitted. “Hmm.” She nodded thoughtfully. “That’s somehow even hotter.” “Eww.” Maria muttered and walked to the wardrobe. “So why exactly is cowboy Casanova avoiding you?” Lizzie asked.

...Cassandra POV... In all of my five-foot-four splendor and glory, I tower a table of six men. One of these men is my new playboy, Christian Caine. The very same one that not but a few minutes ago left me frustrated and hanging, once again. So this, this will be my payback to him