Pedro Pascal Cowboy Novels & Stories

Mara replied stubbornly. “Finally, something we agree on,” Elena muttered. Pascal groaned. “You two should form a club. The Anti Pascal Association.” Damon rubbed his forehead, already tired of the back and forth between them. “Pascal.” “Fine, fine.” Pascal shrugged. “I found a small rogue pack hours after I left you. Ran into them by accident while I was trying to get away from civilization…don’t ask what happened, the story involves a tree, a snake, and something that may or may not have been a demon.”

CARLA My eyes grew large at what I was gazing at. These were more pictures of Pedro having sex, but not with Jessica. He's having sex with other ladies! I lifted each pictures to have a good look at the faces of the girls in them. I immediately recognized three of them. They are students from this college. "Isn't this that girl?" I pointed at one, recognizing the lady riding Pedro in the cowgirl style. She's the one I saw at the cafeteria with Pedro the other time.

“We don’t exactly add up to a cattle crew.” “We can hire cowboys,” Call said. “There’s plenty of young cowhands around here.” Augustus sighed again and stood up. It looked like the easy life was over for a while. Call had idled too long, and now he was ready to make up for it by working six times as hard as a human should work. On the other hand it would be satisfying to run off some of Pedro’s horses. Pedro was an old rival, and rivalry still had its interest. “Jake would have done better to let them hang him,” he said. “You know how he suffers when he has to work.”

“I’m Dr. Alexandrios Vasiliou of the Luceres Pack, Lucania, Canada. We’re fated mates.” Pedro’s eyes widened as he drove on in silence. “Are you a Silver Wolf?” He held my gaze through the rear-view mirror for a second. “No, why?” I didn’t flinch at all while admitting the truth. “I thought as much.” He drove on with a grim look on his face. There was a sudden change in his demeanor. He wasn’t the friendly, welcoming wolf anymore. Cerelia watched the scenery in awe while I noted the way back to the airport. I had to be ready to escape if the need arose.

The man looked at the ground, “No one is helping us, not even the royal family. We are abandoned.” Couldn’t keep still, Lady Vienna opened the door, “What is this commotion?” The man turned to her, which she now knows as a farmer, “Duchess! Please help us!” Raziel looked at her, waiting for her reaction. “What’s your name?” She asked the farmer, his farmer’s hat slung on his neck. He looked old and wrinkly, probably in his late 50’s. “I’m Pedro, your grace.” Walking towards the farmer, Raziel came to stop her but she removed his hands.

he moved to crouch in front of Ernesto who was sitting on a pillow, legs crossed, lotus style. “We must get him, compadre. I cannot bear it. I cannot bear it, I swear!” Pascal placed a gnarled hand on Ernesto’s shoulder. “You may want to forgive, Ernesto, but I cannot. Santa Maria dios mío, I could never bear it. That gringo, he came here and disgraced you to your face. Oh,no.” Pascal tut-tutted and shook his head severely. When he raised his eyes to gaze at Ernesto’s face, they were moist.

"I'm scared, okay. I'm freaking the fuck out." "Told yah!" Michael shrugged. Pedro touched him in the arm. "I'm serious, man. You're not helping." Michael laughed. "You'll pull through. Have a little bit of faith, and a little bit of fear." Pedro exhaled slowly. "This is my first rodeo. I- I don't know what to do." He raked his hands through his hair. "Any kind words?"

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.

It seemed as though he was inclined to try something else, so he pulled her up, spreading her legs apart as he reintroduced himself into her, stabbing her with his dick as fast as he muster. He laid on the couch and then lowered her on his thick shaft, signalling her to ride him and she did as she was told. Obediently, she began to ride him, her hair scattering and tossing around her face as the night air kissed her skin, he motioned her to turn backwards, and asked her to ride him in reverse cowgirl. She ground her hips against him, taking him deep inside her, reaching new depths inside the warmth of her body. Don Pedro could feel her tightening around him, and he knew she was close to clim

The sun was dipping below the horizon, but even at half strength the rays were turning the trailer into an oven. This wasn't the most absurd job he'd done. Hamstringing the poachers fell under preventative work, and while it was on the extreme end, it still wasn't the craziest thing Paxton had ever done. But he'd never brought a civilian or client with him on the job. Though Coco wasn't paying them so she also wasn't a client. She had no defined role other than her knowledge and language skills.