My Cowboy By Tinkerbelle Leonhardt Novels & Stories

he whispered. She smiled and sat up on the bed, he helped her undress, she will help him then, she unbuckled his belt, clicked open the strap on his jeans, unzipped it then inserted her hand in his underwear, she touched him, he was so hard and ready and she loves his size, can't wait to feel him inside her.

In the end, if he wants to jump on me, I won't have a chance no matter what, so you might as well take the risk. In disgust, I pull off the leather collar that still hangs around my neck, covered in Ryley's drool. Happy to get rid of this horror, I go into the cabin putting the hot water on full. I want it hot, I need to disinfect myself. Relentlessly, I almost rub until I tear my skin off.

"Now, I know you disrespectful pricks are not true cowboys because once a woman says no it's no. I will let you have this final warning come near us again the rest of you will get the same treatment." I let go and the guy dropped and I watched his buddies drag him off. One of the cowboys walked up to me and smiles "so, would you like to dance."

They all laughed again, causing Carl to recoil behind my legs. “I’m not scared,” Carl said, barely above a whisper. “I just don’t like ponies.” Leo was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He had blue cotton candy smeared on his cheek and his hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a while. His pants had a stain on the knee, and his shirt was wrinkled.

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.

“Um, Victoria…I’m not so sure—?” “Brea, please? I need you,” she placed her hand on his chest as she pleaded. He stared at her face for a long minute, then he shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t turn you down for anything in the world.” He turned and went over to get the rope. Then, he tiptoed back over. Victoria thought she’d seen some cute things in her life. Puppies playing, little chicks in the yard. Kids dressed in their Sunday best. But a tall, sexy ass cowboy tiptoeing in his boots? That took the prize. She smothered her giggle.

The song being played was changed to a country music ballad and the first cowboys to appear were the boys on the runway there was a wow from the crowd when the boys who were also twins walked in wearing a denim jackets, one had a t-shirt inside with a horse pain and another checked shirt, they both had cowboy huts with different colors and designs and one of the twins had a smoky mountain toddler mountain western boot while the other had smoky mountain toddler fringe boot and they were matching with confidence making everyone rise and crap for them. The second to model were the Kings men each with a different design of cowboy hat, one had a checked shirt and a biker jacket and faded jeans, w

exclaims Leo right after I pointed the tip of the gun straight to his head. "Aren't you supposed to be the one paying me, huh, Mr. CEO?" to make sure he gets my message, I cock the gun while pointing the tip at his head. After getting what my wolf needs from the fourteen foolish humans at the table, I flash back to my place with an ear-to-ear smile on my face. Though I only got a promissory note from Leo about my demand in exchange for his secret, I believe in his words that he will not run away from me.

She leaned back against the seat as the taxi sped away from the curb. A partial smile tilted her lips as she thought of hooking up with a cowboy. It made her think of that song that said to ride a cowboy and save a horse. She didn't think she was ready for anything that intimate yet, but some good old-fashioned attraction to the opposite sex, and some slow dancing plastered against a tall, jean-clad hunk, would probably go a long way toward soothing her tender heart.

He must have seen the office door ajar on the security feed. Emelia did not hide. She remained on the floor, surrounded by the evidence of his deception, when he pushed the door open. Marcus froze in the doorway. His face went pale as he saw the silver laptop open on her lap and the tears on her cheeks. “Emelia,” he said, voice rough. She looked up at him. The man she loved. The man who had manufactured that love. “Project Cowgirl,” she whispered. “That is what you called me. Your project.”