Cowgirl Novels & Stories

Pissed mainly at that flutter in his stomach when she said she'd come back later—a feeling that wasn't fear, but rather, anticipation? "Shit," he grumbled into the pillow, burying his face in it. Serenity Creek had turned into a minefield, and he, Ethan Callahan, the toughest cowboy in the county, was stepping on all the bombs. And the nurse with the brown eyes was the biggest one.

His hand felt warm, and I couldn’t stop myself from checking out our reflection in the nearest mirror. A warm glow flushed all over my face and neck. I was so wrong. We already looked like a couple. And he hadn’t even kissed me! “Good morning, sir! How may I help you? Would you like to book a room or just the activities? We have a rodeo event coming up. Would you be interested?” asked the cowgirl behind the desk. “Good morning! You have a lovely ranch here. We’re looking to book a room for the day. No, not the rodeo, but we would be interested in something relaxing.”

“Or, they might just eat the cows. Who knows.” “Damn, Shayne,” Cole says, smiling proudly at her. “Well sleuthed!” “Thank you,” she says, beaming at him and dropping into a little mock curtsy, pretending to hold up the edges of a non-existent skirt. “A cowgirl does what she can.” Tommy laughs as Cole and I smile at her. “Come on, milkmaid,” Tommy says, grinning and holding out a hand. “Let’s get out of this stinky barn –“

Jodi grabbed his black Stetson, backed up, and placed it on her head. Everyone laughed and cheered. “You gotta be faster than that,” Gabriella goaded on the mic. The sheriff’s motor functions were not at their peak. He wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t feeling any pain either. Jodi strutted around the stage in clear heels as she looked at the sheriff. “Ride em’ cowgirl,” Gabriella cheered on the mic. The sheer white cloth exposed her body. Her nipples were dark and hard. She wore a white thong. Jodi was soaked from head to toe.

His palm caressed the back of my waist, and then I heard the door close. He groaned as he lifted his arm, and I saw the fresh wound. I kissed his cheek and smiled, "I'll do the job then... I'm going to be your cowgirl tonight." He chuckled sexily, "Then ride me, princess.”

I don't know. Angel puts a hand on Colby's shoulder and says: - Colby, I'm sure you'll never be gay and that the Moon Goddess has a she-wolf reserved just for you. - Angel says. Colby took a deep breath. - Or, you'll be an inexperienced bottom. But then, at least, you'll soon find out how the pieces fit together. Dominic almost throws himself to the floor laughing, but Colby still looks as if he doesn't understand what Angel is talking about.

“You’ve done enough. Be more careful next time. Save the fighting for someone who actually deserves it.” “Yes, my lady.” Gelo gave a sarcastic bow. Hera noticed the men watching and said, “Show’s over, guys. Get back to work!” As she walked away, Daniel, Gelo’s close friend, turned to Gelo and asked, “What’s a cowboy?” Gelo laughed and shook his head, “No idea.”

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.

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.

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.