Romans & histoires Cowboy Oc

Emma asked. "Yes. America. This place is called Little Texas because the owner of this place is from Texas. He had migrated over here years ago and with his experience at working as a cowboy in some ranch in Texas, he started one here." Zian said and Emma grinned. "Cowboy?? Like they show in movies and all. Wearing tattered jeans, long thick boots and hats??" Emma asked excitedly. "The very same." Zian said, smiling at her open excitement. "Oh my!! Do you have a cowboy dress Zi Zi? You will look totally hot as a cowboy." Emma said dreamily.

Alex I felt Sam's excitement the moment I pinned her hand, and I was as hard as a rock. I let her go to get my silver cuffs, it was galvanised steel used in wolf sex. She wouldn't be able to break it, but it wouldn't burn her wrists. I returned, placed her hand on the bed board and cuffed her hands together to it. It was time to get to work. Samantha He cuffed my hands in a way that I couldn't break free, and I liked it. I was loving every bit of the action. My body anticipated his touch. I wanted to feel everything and more.

GREY “There’s still no sign of cowboy.” River says, tossing satellite images on the conference table. “These are from ten hours ago. We have noticed a few red wolves still kicking around.” Bastian picks up the photos. “They joined him?” River nods. “It looks like.” “Bunch of yellow bellies.” Luke grumbles. Jayson rolls his eyes. “Will you stop! You’re not a cowboy.” “A cowboy is a guy with guts and a horse. I have both.” Luke smirks.

A large outdoor fire pit crackled under the stars, casting flickering light across the rustic yet luxurious cabin and the wide wooden deck. Harper Caldwell, a 26-year-old American ranching and oil heiress with sun-kissed skin, long auburn hair, and a strong, curvaceous figure, stood by the fire pit in a fitted flannel shirt and jeans. The warm flames licked at her front while the cool mountain breeze raised goosebumps on her skin. She had come to escape the boardrooms. She found something far more primal. The cabin door opened. Cole “The Bull” Washington, the world-famous Black NFL linebacker and ranching mogul, stepped onto the deck. Towering at 6’10” with a massively powerful build, his da

She and her mate are happy in their new home and the pack adores them both. Creed found his mate a couple of years ago. He was a warrior from a visiting pack but quickly decided to move in with Creed. They fell in love at first sight and have been happily together ever since. They married a few months after meeting in a small but elegant ceremony. Now they were our top warriors and are constantly challenging each other for the the number one spot. I love to watch them banter and argue over who is the best. I admit it, I enjoy egging them on.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Oh, did I mention he was only wearing his boxers? His upper torso was on full display as he turned over strips of bacon and eggs. He had a howling wolf head tattooed on his chest, right over his heart with the text “Wolf Riders” written under it. His entire right arm was covered in an intricate pattern of tribal black tattoos as well as part of his chest and shoulder. There was a weeping angel stretched between his shoulder blades and across his neck was his name. All of which moved with him like a living art piece, making me even more aware of every rippling muscle and hard plate this god-like man had. His toned stomach and wide chest. I was a bit surprised when I saw he didn’t have a six-p

I say to get us off the cowboy conversation. Claire immediately nods. "Yes! Oh my goodness I am so hungry. Let's stop for waffles at the diner," She says and I nod. "That sounds good," I say before flipping on my blinker. **ONE MONTH LATER****** "What are the odds," I mutter to myself as the striking cowboy from my dreams comes walking into the ER with another injured companion. He seems more concerned than he did the last time he was here and I can see why. The petite woman he is with is beautiful and delicate-looking. Her long brown hair and big doe-like eyes scream innocent. Whatever is wrong with her has him concerned and looking protective.

“I thought you saw me standing here.” “No.” Her heart rate was slowing a bit and she took him in fully now: yep, yet another hot one, one that she hadn’t met yet. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, square-jawed and classically-handsome, all California lifeguard-esque, he reminded her of Captain America pretty strongly. Her eyes trailed over his clothes, appreciating that the man could wear a pair of jeans like nobody’s business. She took in his jean jacket and cut and – weirdly – a black cowboy hat. The hat should have been at odds with the MC leather and bad-assedness, but somehow this guy was pulling it all off just fine. He looked like he’d been born wearing a cowboy hat, and she didn’t even kno

Besides, he was pretty funny. Corbin was a tall lean guy with copper-colored skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes. He had your typical Wyoming accent and some ordinary cowboy bad habits like tobacco use. He was nice and would help you out if you needed it, but there wasn’t really anything special about him, other than his ability to ride.