My Cowboy Novels & Stories

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

Bonds of Destiny: A Contract with the Cowboy Synopsis: Jack Colt, one of the most respected ranchers in Texas, lives an apparently perfect life on his vast property. However, a growing dissatisfaction and the desire to have a family begin to haunt him. When Clayton, an old friend deep in debt, proposes that Jack marry his daughter Charlotte in exchange for clearing his debts, Jack finds himself facing a difficult decision. Charlotte, a young woman who has endured abuse and deprivation at the hands of her father, begins to find hope and security on Jack’s ranch.

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

He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "So," she began hesitantly, "tell me about 'Cowboy.'" Luke chuckled softly. "It's not such an exciting story," he answered. "On my first day of basic training, my Company Commander found out I was from Florida, and for some reason he started calling me Cowboy. I have no idea why. Maybe because there wasn't anyone from Texas. Anyway, since then it's sort of how I think of my inner voice." He looked at her trying to gauge her thoughts.

"Oh, so now I'm arguing? If my body is fine enough to take your huge dick multiple times a day because the healer told us to, then I'm definitely fine enough to sit on a horse by myself." Cairo pauses, looking absolutely cute and funny. He's like a walking ad for a luxury ranch promotion. He's got on dark denim jeans that hug his thighs, a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, and leather boots that look cowboy. "That's completely different, baby. And you know it. When you're in bed with me, I'm the one controlling the weight. On a horse, if that animal bolts because a bird flies by, you're gonna tumble off the side and mess up your recovery. I'm riding with you on one horse so I can

It's finally the reopening tonight and everyone's excited about it although I think both Tom and I are more excited about the cowboys and cowgirls theme that is happening. I've never been to one but I'm excited too. Of course, for Tom, it was a great excuse to go shopping but I'm glad I did as I feel pretty good in my denim shorts, knee-high cowboy boots, my red check shirt over a white tank top and I've circled my hair and left it down while a huge cowboy hat sits on my head.

Standing at the door was the cowboy, but without his hat and not dressed like he was in the bar but in full black pants and dress shirt, I still do not know his name, but I knew that smile on his face, the one that could make any girls heart stop. God, he was the man every girl dreams about. Walking slowly towards me, I could see that yes; he did look like the cowboy, but there is something different about him that I cannot pinpoint. His hair looks dark brown in colour, tied into a ponytail at the back of his neck. Did the cowboy have black or brown hair and was it not shorter? I am not sure anymore. His face was clean-shaven, yet his jawline was still as perfect as then. Could he have shave

’ I asked. ‘Yeah.’ He nodded, pushing his fringe back with that characteristic flick. ‘For the… club, you know. A cowboy theme. They call it the Lonesome Rider.’ I pictured it instantly. Leo in low-slung jeans, a leather waistcoat, wielding a lasso. The slow saddle grind, the shedding of clothes piece by piece until he was wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a pair of boots. My pulse picked up a treacherous, interested beat, and I gulped. ‘That sounds… nice.’

Wolf’s warning that they weren’t into small talk and didn’t suffer fools gladly barely registered – if Scars and Zoe had good hearts, Jo was going to be able to find a way to work with them. “OK, babe,” Cowboy said as she unlocked the office door, flicked on the lights. “I’ve got to get going back to the ranch. I just stopped by to drop off some groceries for the party tonight. Rebel’s gonna be cooking all day today, I think.” “Oh, yes. The welcome-back party.” “Yep. You’re coming, right?” “Oh.” Jo flushed and tried to hide it by turning and hanging up her coat. “No. No, I don’t think so.”