Saddle Up Cowboy Novels & Stories

He was a man in his element, a cowboy through and through. As the day wore on, they kept driving the cattle, the majestic mountains providing a stunning backdrop. The cattle mooed and shuffled, a living, moving mass against the vast landscape. Their destination was a resting spot for the night, a pause in their journey before the final push in the morning to the ranch.

“This is Captain Call, standing here with his shirttail out.” “I’m Wilbarger,” Wilbarger said. “This is my man Chick.” “You’re free to get down,” Call said. “Oh, well,” Wilbarger said, “why get down when I would soon just have to climb back up? It’s unnecessary labor. I hear you men trade horses.” “We do,” Call said. “Cattle too.” “Don’t bother me about cattle,” Wilbarger said. “I got three thousand ready to start up the trail. What I need is a

"Yeah, the exact same way you thought you were gonna ride alone today. You've got a lot to learn, sweetheart." He sets my feet on the ground for a second, then hooks his hands under my hips. "You ready for this?" Before I can prep myself, he lifts me up high so I can swing my right leg over the saddle. The leather feels massive between my thighs, and my heart jumps nervously. A second later, the saddle creaks as Cairo climbs up behind me. His chest presses against my back, his long legs bracketing mine so tightly I can feel the warmth coming off his chest.

“Next up in saddle bronc riding is Colby McKay, the Wyoming cowboy from Sundance. Colby is currently ranked eighth in saddle bronc riding competition in the Mountain and Plains Circuit, with 8,712 cumulative points. He’s also in the number two position this week in the All-Around standings. Ooh, and looky here, rodeo fans, Colby’s draw today is the three-year-old named Elway, a bronc from the Sutliff Rodeo Stock Company out of Livingston, Colorado.” Channing focused the binoculars on the chutes across the arena. The gatekeeper waited in front of the metal gate, rope in hand, watching for Colby’s signal. From this distance the only thing she could see was the top of Colby’s brown cowboy hat.

In a parade of jeans, leather and boots, men, women and children elbowed each other to the see the cowboys presenting themselves. The first dispute was a sequence of bull riding, that the cowboy gets on the back of the bull and holds himself only with a rope tied to the front part of the bull. The limit time for the cowboy to stay on the bull is eight seconds. After it, another group of cowboys went for the lasso in doubles. And at last, the one Kayden was going in, the lasso proof of the individual calf. Where the cowboy lassoes a calf by the neck, keeping the rope stretched, jumps out of the horse and ties three of the calf paws, immobilizing it. After tying the calf paws the cowboy has to

I want to remember what it’s like to be owned by him. I reach behind me, holding on to the edge of the saddle to keep myself steady as he yanks at the fabric at my waist. I lift my hips, allowing him to pull the fabric off. He rips my panties at both sides, stripping me until I’m only wearing a pair of cowgirl boots. Cade’s hands are warm as he pushes my thighs open. I rest my feet on the edges of other saddle stands, baring myself to him.

“Don’t worry. We will just walk them today. We will work your way up to a gallop.” I watch as Nico gets Rose ready, telling me everything he is doing so I can get her ready myself someday. He tells me what goes in the mouth is called a bit and what goes over the face is a bridal. He puts a blanket on her back before putting on what he calls a saddle. Despite being super smart in school, I know very little outside of that. Though I am book smart I feel stupid at the same time. Nico is very patient with me though. He leads Rose to some steps for me to easily get on her back. He instructs me how to make Rose go where I want her to and once he believes I have it down he climbs on his horse.

Up close, the air between us felt charged, sending electric waves through my body. He led me to the stable where a gentle chestnut mare named Daisy waited, already saddled. “She’s sweet and patient, perfect for a beginner like you.” Cole adjusted the stirrups with his large, capable hands. “First rule: trust the horse, but trust your rider even more.”

Kids who are riding with us is now giggling so I laugh as well, finding their giggle fun to listen. I look at Damian and he is just watching me from my right side so I laugh, pointing him. “You look like a lame cow boy.” I teased, grabbing my phone out. “Smile, Mister!” I exclaimed to tease him even more. “I am not riding a cow, how did I become a cowboy?” My lips parted in realization but shrug my shoulder nonetheless. “Well—“ “It is supposed to be a jockey.” I gasped, rolling my eyes. “Whatever, Dawson! Don’t get smart with me, shut it.”

Quickly and skillfully, he rids Lisa of every form of clothing and she remains motionless like a conquered prey. A typical cowboy mounts his horse and begins to ride{thrust} like a professional. His horse gallops over sticks, ditches, streams, ponds, bumps and fallen trees. The wind blows the riders wet hair and he screams and yells for pleasure, while the horse in return, increases her moans and screams of pleasure. The rider stops to catch his breathe, and the horse stops by a stream to have a drink and not long after, the riders adventurous ride continues. After the rider releases, he climbs off his horse, and both rider and horse have a timeout.