What If We Kissed On The Cowch Novels & Stories

Jaxon and I are going Christmas shopping in a few minutes, and I thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to bring Cassie along and maybe bond with her. She was nowhere to be found in the house, so I checked the barn. I found her milking a cow. I hid behind the fence and watched her skillfully do it. Then, after she was done, I made my presence known. “Hi, Cassie.” I waved, smiling with all my teeth. She looked at me and exhaled wearily. “What do you want?” she brushes her hands on her dirty jeans, pretending to be busy so we don't make eye contact.

He kissed her hair and replied softly: “And this is only the beginning, my love.” The party continued with great energy. The sound of the accordion and viola caipira echoed across the yard while a group of ranch hands formed a circle in the center of the dance floor. Their boots stomped hard and in unison on the packed earth, raising a light reddish dust that mixed with the glow of the lamps. The rhythm was contagious.

I might have been reassuring myself. "We all witnessed that. Stop lying to yourself!" Rhoda's voice was loud, as though she were attempting to wake me. "I'm your best bet if you need a mate." When her arms tightened around my waist and her lips rose to suck on mine, I sensed her breath. I had questioned how I would later explain to my kid, the event that Snow White wasn't kissed by a prince. "Go out!" I commanded as I shoved her toward the door. It was the worst kiss I'd ever received.

“Did you imagine yourself kissing the man you've loved in this kind of place?” I blushed from what my wolf had asked me. It was Tobias who appeared in my head after she mentioned the word kiss. “You mean, a kiss in a river with a man?” I asked while my face was blushing. “It's romantic, right?” I bit my bottom lips from what Trisha was fantasizing about. “Stop that, Trish, it is never going to happen. We are just alone in here. Let's just enjoy the moment before going back above.” I responded to her.

It stayed on my flesh part, and I wanted to puke with the excitement I felt. "I have heard of a werewolf rejecting their mates, but I didn't see anyone who didn't even so much as glance in the direction of their mates as they arrived.” My left cheek was brushed with a warm breath as a pair of fingers lifted my chin and compelled me to look into his eyes. “To conceal your mistakes, a french kiss would be sufficient.”

Newton shook his head, drank his coffee, and set the cup on the floor. “We should do more dares before we leave,” Kate interrupted, trying to grab everyone’s attention. “Why don’t we spice things up one more time before we depart?” She quickly moved to Newton, who had been calm for a long time. She placed a chocolate bite on her lips and bent down to Newton as their lips closed in. So tense—I felt irritation burn my skin as I watched them kissing hard. “Woww,” Rita said, cheering them up. “Ten-second kiss, impressive,” Frank said, spinning the can.

I called when the plank didn’t open. No answer. I felt my way to the plank and opened it. The sound of a fake snore made me giggle. I felt before me until I found the wolf, sitting on the stairs, his head down, resting on his fist. I kneeled down before him, found his other hand and kissed it. “You women done with your gossiping?” he asked. I threw my arms around his neck, laughing. “Come. Let’s have dinner and I’ll show you the outcome of my gossiping.”

"It's a custom from my village to offer a kiss to those whose families are about to be joined." A kiss? Excitement shot through her like quicksilver. Perhaps she would finally get to know whether her Gothic novels were telling the truth about kisses. "Really? I've read about parts of Scotland, but I've never" His arm around her waist tightened, and she pressed against his body, feeling the hard muscles of his tall frame against her soft curves. "Shush, lass, and let me keep with tradition," he whispered, then bent his head and slanted his mouth over hers.

I inform my wolf we won’t be a lone, friendless victim this time around. Ayr leans his head down again, so perfectly, tantalisingly close to kissing me. I inhale his whisky scent, but instead, his warm breath glances across my ear. “Now put that cushion down, you lunatic. I have eyes, you know. I can see what you’re planning with that thing. I told you I’ve learned my lessons.”

I laughed, "Yeah, a brother would have a field day...holy shit, that would be cruel. I promise to use it with discretion...my sexy Cowgirl Princess!" We kissed, and I probed her mouth with my tongue, tasting the pleasure, we just shared.