Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

Chapter 3: That Day Waves of relief washed over Jenny as the trailer began moving. She'd heard the cowboy return, pausing to speak to the horse in a warm, deep tone. "Alright, Dahlia, let's head on home." Now, out on the highway, the motion settled into the monotonous rhythm of the segmented concrete slabs that made up the road they on which traveled. The trailer was open at the end, and a vent was open near the front to provide ventilation for the horse. Which made it cold for Jenny, bare legs and all, so she hunkered inside the huge black hoodie, leaning against the side of the trailer.

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’m gonna ride till I can’t no more I’m gonna take my horse to the old town road I’m gonna ride till I can’t no more I got the horses in the back Horse tack is attached Hat is matte black Got the boots that’s black to match Ridin on a horse, Ha You can whip your Porsche I been in the valley You ain’t been up off that porch, Now Can’t nobody tell me nothin You can’t tell me nothin Can’t nobody tell me nothin You can’t tell me nothin Ridin in a tractor Leanin on my bladder Cheated on my baby You can go and ask her My life is a movie Bull riding and boobies Cowboy hat from Gucci Wranglers on my booty Can’t nobody tell me nothin You can’t tell me nothin Can’t nobody tell me nothin You can’t tell

He’s very muscular and drool worthy. “Oh, my bad I'm a little buzzed here cowboy,” Kim laughed. “How do you know my name have we met before?” Cowboy asked. “Ah no I just call guys who wear cowboy hats, cowboy, when I don't know their name.” Kim replied. “Well lucky guess. My name is Cowboy, and this here is my friend Smokey,” Cowboy introduced. “Where's the bandit?” Raine asked laughing. “Ha ha good one, like I haven’t heard that before,” Smokey fake laughed.

Hearing the man’s words, Noah couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys run around in Khanh City, yet you have no idea who I am? Tell me, are you in the league with Black Tiger, Beowulf, Baldy, or Ice Pick Willie?” “Black Tiger? Beowulf? I don’t even know who the heck those people you’re talking about are!” The man waved the stick in his hand. “Remember my name, it’s Horseface. And this is my brother, Bootsie. Hurry up! Cut the b*llshit and pay up that three hundred thousand dollars!”

Camden watched as the young woman made her way to a nearby table of men, delivering the beers to an echo of hearty cheers. "We eating?" Matt asked with an eager twinkle in his eyes. Camden chuckled to herself. "What's caught your eye?" she asked curiously, scoping out the food section of the menu as she tried to make a guess. Her eyes skimmed through the menu as he said, "Highland Steak," a smile plastered on his face as he regarded the menu. Camden's smile faltered. "W-what? Highland? You mean?" she asked, horror etched all over her face at the realisation. "No, no, no!" Clayton assured her, grabbing her hand on the table and clasping it on his own. "Not Dorito. Not Sugar. They're show catt

There was tumbleweed drifting along dirt roads and ill-lit ale houses with posters of wanted criminals stuck to the walls and animal-driven carts. Her Prius looked wildly out of place, drawing a lot of unwanted attention from grim-faced cowboys. Ignoring the stares, Keyah got out of the car. After retrieving her tote bag from the backseat, Keyah made her way up the couple of steps leading up to the store. A wizened old man wearing a cowboy hat was sitting behind the counter. Keyah couldn’t tell what kind of shifter he was. But his eyes were distinctly feline, as was his scent. Probably a mountain lion or a cougar. Keyah’s wolf recognize the larger and perhaps the more dangerous predator. Aar

In the back of his mind, he had accepted that she had burned to a crisp in the fire. “Volkov! Puta madre!!” Hugo screamed from behind him. He was kicking and punching everything around him. It was no secret that he had caught a glimpse of the image. Volkov. The name ran a shiver through Wade’s spine. That man was no joke. He was the only fearsome name in Nebraska's world of crime. You seldom found his victims yet the message is well received by the target audience. Hugo's kicks shook the entire car.

“Looks like I’m no longer a mate, Director Wyatt. I’m just the poor bastard with the hard-on.” With that, he moved from the table, stalking past the table Anya sat at, his imposing features savage, tight with anger, as he stalked to the wide double doors, lifted his hands and slammed through them. The crash of metal against metal as the doors bounced into the walls had her flinching violently as she stared at his back. “He’s crazy,” she whispered. Cassandra snorted. “Yeah. That’s a Coyote for you. We’ve never accused them of being sane.”