Cowboy Lust
including "Banging the Cowboy"

Every Saturday for a year, Annie Paris has lusted after Rafe McCord from behind her drumset on stage at the honky tonk. The Big Cowboy, they call him, and rumors say he likes it rough in the bedroom. The thought of banging him makes Annie’s pussy tingle and cream.

But Rafe is a one-night-stand kind of guy, and Annie couldn’t handle seeing him every Saturday, knowing she’d already had her one night with him. That there’d be no more.

Tonight, something’s different. Rafe doesn’t leave with a woman. And he’s been staring at Annie since he came in the door. At closing time, he sets his longneck on the bar, and swaggers toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his smile pure sexual invitation. Annie’s slit contracts and her nipples harden. Oh, God, if he asks her to his house for a rough ride on his big, hard cock, where would she find the strength to say “no”?

Other authors in the Cowboy Lust Anthology:

  • “Riding Double” by Cari Quinn
  • “Under the Southern Cross” by Cheyenne Blue
  • “Banging the Cowboy” by Randi Alexander
  • “Ladies Love Country Boys” by Cat Johnson
  • “Drought” by Michael Bracken
  • “Roped” by Charlene Teglia
  • “Rough Stock” by M. Marie
  • “The Ranch Hand” by Sedona Fox
  • “Small Town Famous” by Lissa Matthews
  • “The Storm” by Tahira Iqbal
  • “Caught Unawares” by Nena Clements
  • “Some Like It Dirty” by Kimber Vale
  • “Raney” by Chaparrita
  • “Runaway Bride” by Delilah Devlin
  • “She Don’t Stay The Night” by Anna Meadows

Read an Excerpt

The last trip, they walked out together. This side of the lot was nearly empty now, and as she closed the back doors on her van she sensed him behind her. “Thank you, Rafe. I appreciate the help.”

Okay, now was her chance. She could just invite him home with her. Let him know that she was okay with—no, craved—his rough loving. And actually, it turned her on to the point where she could smell her own pussy juices flowing from her cunt. But just one night? Could she be satisfied with that?

She turned to face him, opening her mouth, not sure what she was going to say, but he spoke first.

“Annie, I was hoping you’d…” There was a long pause.

She leaned back on the van for support. “Yes?”

He stuffed his hands in his front pockets and tipped his head down. Oh. My. God. Was he nervous? A tiny whimper escaped her. She’d never seen this side of him. Never imagined he had a side that was introverted. She wanted to go to him, hold him around the waist, look up into his eyes, and kiss away his doubts.

But she stayed where she was. Hoping she was reading the situation correctly. Hoping he wasn’t about to ask her for drum lessons, or to borrow her van.