Cowboy Terms Novels & Stories

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

I followed my usual groundwork routine, carefully tightening the saddle as I prepared for our upcoming ride. "So, what's the strategy here?" I inquire. "Well, the plan is that I'll mount the horse as usual, and you'll mount with your right leg instead of your left. That way, you'll be facing me while we ride," my cowboy clarifies. As I approached the horse, I realized that mounting it would require some effort. I clumsily put my right foot in the left stirrup and tried to get on top of the horse. Cortland helped me by wrapping his arm around my back, allowing me to grip the horse's waist for balance. He then walks the horse around to make sure it was comfortable with two riders.

“You’re riding like a real cowgirl now.” I brush the hair out of my face, tucking it back beneath my little velvet helmet. “Oh yeah?” I ask, grinning down at him. “You going to teach me how to rope steers next?” “I’ll teach you anything you want,” Jerome says, coming close to Heathcliff’s shoulder and smiling up at me. “Pretty girl like you, though?” he says, raising his eyebrow, “you should learn how to barrel race. That’s what all the rodeo beauties do, and they make good money if they’re fast enough.”

"The queer cowboy's convention?" Jason scoffed and hopped on the countertop across from her, digging a finger into the guacamole she'd made earlier, "One, I'm heading out to a horse ranch downtown with some of my friends and two, there's nothing like queer cowboys convention, how did you even come up with that?" His voice rose incredulously at the end of the statement.

He said, and Axton hurriedly took a book and pen. "When a girl says she wants missionary, it means she wants you to be on a ministry uniform" "Really?" "Yes Axton, jolt it down" Kent said. Axton hurriedly wrote it now, Kent was busy laughing inside of him. "What about cowgirl?" Axton asked "She's simply wants a woman cow" Kent said. "Why will she want that?" "Not the bigger kind of cow, the little calf" "That's weird, are you really sure that's what cowgirl means?" Axton asked.

Derek commented, before she could say anything in reply. "I wasn't speaking to you wolf, and stop acting like she is your mate, or is she?" The girl asked, looking at her boyfriend now. Wolf? Mate? What the hell is that suppose to mean? She had heard mate a couple of times since she had come to this county, but had relegated it as a term for dating couples or something like babe and all those romantic shits, but wolf? That was a first. "You came here to speak with me, and not to exchange words or insult my boyfriend." She finally said, a bit angry as she watched the girl chuckle at her words.

Killian released a deep breath and held onto the dog, clueless to the looks that were on him he closed his eyes to get calm. C.J., not noticing what was happening to her customer found his request humiliating. Her face burned with anger and lashed out. Not one to hold her tongue she said whatever came to mind. "I didn't ask your cowboy ass to come, sit in my chair. Who are you to act all high and mighty? Just because you're fucking some rich girl doesn't mean you're God. You should be ashamed of yourself messing with a dead man's wife when his grave ain't cold yet."

Their organs fit perfectly. What was even more entertaining was their dialogue.”Ride 'em, cowboy!” Quinn screamed at the top of her lungs. “I'm your cowboy, Baby! Massimo is all the cowboy you need. You juicy, sexy, red headed bitch!” “You nasty, naughty, freaky, bad boy! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I was perplexed that she had enough breath or mind power to form words.

I ordered and hung up immediately. Behind me, the older man stammered, “It’s— it's a pleasure to have you here, sir. Which of our mares would you prefer?” I turned around, “And who are you?” I asked, watching Cowboy Hat and his partner shifting nervously on their feet. “I'm Oscar, the ranch manager—” “These idiots,” I cut him off, my voice low but taunting, “thought it was wise to let my wife ride off—alone?” My anger exploded in full.

Every so often, the sharp crack of his bullwhip would resound through the air, a stern reminder for the cattle to stay in formation. Alexandra watched him, admiration swelling within her. His cowboy gear fit him perfectly, enhancing his ruggedly handsome features. His hat sat comfortably on his head, casting a shadow over his intense eyes. His work boots were worn and weathered, much like the man himself, bearing the marks of countless days under the sun. She admired him not just for his good looks, but for his dedication and work ethic. He handled the cattle with a calm assurance, his every move revealing years of experience. He was a man in his element, a cowboy through and through.