Cowboy Books Romance Novels & Stories

No sooner had he kissed her forehead than he scooped Wyatt up and requested an update. Austin was a good man. Far better one than I'd ever been. Over the years, he'd accomplished more with Cross Acres than I'd ever been able to. He'd done what had to be done to get the ranch healthy after the fires, he'd wooed and tamed Randi, he'd given me a home with a complete family, but most of all, he'd shown me grace and forgiveness. Watching him with Randi-Wyatt perched on his shoulders-I realized just how blessed I was. With the exception of Charlie, every person I loved in life now stood in this room. And as rowdy as they were, they were mine. I wouldn't trade a one of them.

But it wasn’t the horse that caused her pulse to race into overdrive. It was the sight of the cowboy beside the steed. In this neck of the woods, if his Stetson wasn’t enough to give him away as one of the Grey Wolf cowboys, the earthy scent that drifted on the winter breeze was. She recognized him instantly as one of her kind. He smelled of pine, dark spices, and clove, a warm and welcome scent that was far too pleasant for her liking. But if he was a guard, he hadn’t served on her cellblock. She would have remembered, because whoever he was, he smelled divine.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

she’d said one day, her eyes sparkling as she opened a book with a shirtless cowboy on the cover. “So, this guy, he’s all brooding and tough, but then he saves this woman from a runaway horse, and—get this—she faints in his arms, like, full-on swoon. Ridiculous, right?” Her dramatic reading had made me laugh, a rare sound in the sterile room, and her presence, her forgiveness, humbled me. Sometimes she’d stay even when Celeste was there, the two of them trading stories, their laughter a small gift. “You two are trouble,” Cassie had teased once, pointing at me and Celeste. “I’m keeping an eye on you.”

Then she remembered- while she was exploring her room, she had seen one of the cupboards that had books in it, and she went in search of one. She found a few titles and decided to stick to some historical romance she found, about the Comanche warriors and blood moons, Texans, war and the Prairie. It was just as she sat down that she heard Charity's familiar knocking pattern. Pulling open the door, she saw her friends and ushered them in.

She glanced over at the bound cowboy, who was fighting against his restraints, his cock still hard as a railroad spike, yet, telltale wetness spread across his belly. The blond man stumbled back as the dark-haired cowboy rose to his feet. A sexy, secret smile, followed by a gentle touch of the blond’s hands. Then they exchanged a sinuous full-body hug, cock to cock, their hands stroking, caressing sweaty, bared skin as they shared a hot, long soul kiss. Sweat trickled between her breasts and her nipples tingled as if they were touching her. After they reluctantly broke apart, exchanging soft murmurs and soft laughter, they moved toward the bound cowboy as one unit.

He put down the glasses and pulled her to him, kissing her lips, cupping her breast through the silky fabric. "Hey, Cowboy," she breathed into his kiss. He reached down and untied the sash of her robe, allowing it to hang open, just revealing the inside curve of her breasts, her smooth belly, the V shape of her sex with its light swath of red hair. "Damn, girl, you take my breath away," he whispered. She shrugged her shoulders and the robe fell to the floor. "Come on, Cowboy," she whispered back, turning to walk back to the bedroom.

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She wanted to have the dream again. That night, when a skinny cowboy named Jasper Fant came in from the river and approached her, Lorie just stared at him silently until he got embarrassed and backed off, never having actually said a word. Staring was all she had to do. Jasper consulted with Lippy and Xavier, and by the end of the week, all the cowboys along the river knew that the only sporting woman in Lonesome Dove had abruptly given up the sport.

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