Hottest Cowboy Novels & Stories

ANN POV "Ugh, it's hot," I mumble as I turn down the heat in my car. I normally always get my car started and warming up before we leave so we never have to sit in a cold car, but today my emotions are making me feel hot enough. I don't need the car heaters to help. "Speaking of hot, those two cowboys from last night could power the sun. Did you get the single one's number," Claire asks as she buckles her seat belt.

the bartender said happily. “Unavailable?!!” The wolves in the bar chorused unhappily. “Look…ya gentlemen must be mistaken or ya must’ve misunderstood something,” the cowboy said as he got up on his feet. “When I drink at this bar, I only drink whisky. Do yourselves a favor and return the bottle before leaving.” The cowboy returned to his seat like nothing had happened. “I don’t have time for this. The rain isn’t as heavy as before. Let’s head out, Ghen,” I ordered.

The man she assumed was the leader stepped forward. "Buenos noches, senorita. It is our pleasure to play for you a song we have been told is your favorite." He struck a chord on his guitar, nodded to the others and they launched into a full mariachi rendition of Siboney. The mariachis had played it for a couple the night she and Matt had eaten here and she'd fallen in love with both the music and the lyrics. It told the story of a man madly in love with a woman, a man who says without her his life is nothing.

I read a mixture of triumph and a tension so intense it echoes the tightness coiling in my stomach. "You have never been anyone else's." It isn't a question. It's a declaration, a delighted, dark observation. "No." The word comes out, fragile. Another confession. I am lying on my back, offered up, the black silk sheets cold beneath my burning skin. He is leaning over me, his bare chest finally revealed. The glow of the embers sculpts every contour: the powerful pectorals, the taut abdominal muscles, the broad shoulders that seem to occupy all the space, the entire sky above me. A warrior. My executioner. My first lover.

Stepped away from me because I had acted like an ass. “I fell in love with the Steamy Cowboy. And honestly, he is all that I need.” She shrugged, looking down at the photo with me. And as I looked down at the photo, seeing how happy I looked, and knowing how happy I had felt when I was here with her these last couple of weeks, maybe the Steamy cowboy wasn’t only what Reese needed more than the hockey player, maybe the cowboy was exactly what I needed as well… making me realize that in a couple of months, I would be forced to make a massive decision on my part.

"Just imagine the scene. Me, walking down the steps of a saloon. A fantastic specimen of an Alpha male leaning against a fence as the setting sun illuminates his golden, sweaty skin..." "Oh yeah, sweaty," I reply, wrinkling my nose. "Shh! Don't spoil my fantasy! I'm into it right now," she immediately cuts me off, raising a hand in the air. "So, I was saying, a cowboy, preferably shirtless." "Obviously shirtless," I repeat. "Obviously," she repeats, shaking her head. "Thick black hair, green eyes... jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips." "Aaaaah," I say, opening my mouth wide. "Because of all the cowboys in the West, you're bound to run into the one who doesn't wear a shirt or a belt!"

I rolled my eyes at that logic and Austin's head may have been turned away to do the same. The ladies also decided we needed to dress casually so we didn't look like a couple of thugs. I thought Austin would put a stop to that one, but he's so fucking in love with his woman that he just smiled, kissed her, and came downstairs in khaki pants and a polo looking like he just showered and changed after a day on the golf course. Now I'm wearing jeans and a black dress shirt along with fucking western boots Celina bought me last Christmas. The only description I come up with is flaming queer cowboy. If anyone actually says the word cowboy in my vicinity, I'll drive my fist into their face until on

she shouted as she felt his hot spurts inside of her and then her climaxed toppled her as she grasped the hardness of his chest with her fingers and squeezed his nipples. “AHHH!” he yelled out with a pain filled pleasure. Brea was breathing hard as she collapsed on top of her panting helpless cowboy. “Oh, Brea, baby!” he panted out with awe. “Hot fucking DAYUM!” Brea giggled and kissed him soundly on the mouth. Then she pulled her mouth away. “I can’t believe you did all this!” He blinked at her, still staring at her with astonishment. “Well, I can’t believe you just rode me hard and put me up soaking wet like that!”

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.

Zephyra was glad for once, someone else was taking all the lusty looks from the men in the room. Though when she looked at the men, Zephyra was the one now giving the lusty looks. All three of them looked like they stepped right out of a Harlequin Romance. There was the Texan cowboy, complete with western-style boots and a Stetson hat. Next to him the badass military or cop persona. His light hair was cut short, and as he scanned the room, he silently threatened pain to anyone who dared to mess with him or his people.