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  Her Prada Cowboy

  Sabel Simmons

  Copyright © 2014 Sabel Simmons

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  Her Prada Cowboy.

  Copyright © 2014 Sabel Simmons

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, business establishments, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Warning: This books contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

  Disclaimer: Please do not try any new sexual practice, without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Neither the publisher nor the author will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from use of the information contained in this book.

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  contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Epilogue

  Her Midnight Cowboy - Chapter One

  The Flame Dragon King - Chapter One

  Chapter One

  “No! I don’t have time for this!”

  Shannon Davis muttered irritably when the rental car spluttered for the umpteenth time. She only had another 50 or 60 miles to go to reach her destination. The stupid car started spluttering 20 miles back, but then the spluttering stopped, only to give a final splat-split-splat and die.

  “NO! Nonononono!”

  It just … died!

  Right there, in the middle of the road.

  In the middle of nowhere!

  Shannon slumped over the steering wheel and then thumped her head hard against it.

  “Ouch! Oh clever, Shannon! Give yourself a concussion while you’re at it!”

  She looked around and sighed forlornly. There was nothing! Apart from wide open prairie! She popped the hood and got out of the car. She walked around to the front and opened the hood. She searched for the ‘steely thing’ she’d seen her Dad pop up when he opened his car’s engine.

  “Argh! Where are you?”

  A few curses and a crack of her head against the hood later, she found the ‘steely thing’ on the side of the engine. She cursed when she stretched as far as she could, but it was just out of reach. She shuffled around the front of the car, running her hands on the hood to keep it open.

  “Shit! What happened to abracadabra? A puff of smoke and there awaits my knight in shining armor!”

  She managed to get the hood up, amidst coughing spells, from the smoke emanating from the engine.

  “Trust them to give me the one defective car in their fleet! What the am I supposed to do now?”

  She stood back and scowled at the engine.

  “Well done, Shannon! The hood is open! Big deal - you don’t know the first thing about the inside of that engine!”

  Her husky, sensual voice, reached the silent man sitting on his massive horse, chewing on a blade of grass. His eyes still glittered from the enticing view of her ass cheeks peeking beneath the edge of the very short, very tight, denim mini skirt. Giving him an excellent view, when she bent over to open the hood. He refused to recall the white strip of a thong that left those ass cheeks totally bare to his glittering gaze.

  His dick stirred in remembrance and he cursed. Down boy! There was no chance of any hanky panky on the side of this road. He was too annoyed to find someone on his private road, running through his ranch.

  Shannon shook her long, dark brown tresses over her shoulders and it tumbled to her waist. She took a step back and stood glaring at the car with her hands on her waist. At least she was wearing a short, sleeveless stretch cotton top that ended above her midriff and the mini skirt allowed the air to cool her legs.

  Guh … who am I fooling. Even the air was sizzling hot!

  She made a 360 degree turn and still saw nothing but open air and green prairie! And … holy mother of … where did he come from? He … oh wow! Only in Texas would you find a massive hunk like that.

  I guess abracadabra did work!

  Their eyes met over the distance, he sat motionless on the massive horse. He was tall; she could see that from the length of his torso and his legs in the stirrups. Probably six three or four! She did not know which of the two had the nicest mane of hair, man or beast. The black horse was intimidating in his size, but so was the seriously muscled man on his back. He had black hair which seems to be pulled back behind his head in a ponytail.

  A ponytail? When last had she seen a man with hair that long? His hawk like face could have been chiseled by an artist it was so symmetric. His straight eyebrows seemed to extend outwards in a line to his temples above his straight narrow nose. He had the most kissable wide lips she had ever seen on a man … her salivating mouth attested to that fact! The top lip formed in a perfect curve with the dip in the middle … a man’s cupid lip, and a fuller bottom lip. He sported a scruffy beard that outlined his rigid jaw to perfection.

  Shannon’s breath hitched in her throat when her eyes travelled lower. He was shirtless and he bulged … oh damn, so deliciously! His broad neck had a perfect slope to his rounded, muscled shoulders that continued down his strong arms. His chest … oh lord, her hands itched to touch those strong hard contours and down over those corrugated abs and stomach. She blinked as they started moving closer.

  They stopped a mere two feet from her. They both stared at her, as if the aliens just dropped her from the sky. Even the horse had a look of distrust in his eyes. He caught her gaze and snorted, nodding his head aggressively. She bit on her lip but forced her legs not to take the step back they so desperately wanted to do.

  She felt herself blush when the cowboy’s eyes moved with insulting slowness down her body, covering every inch - up and down … twice. Shannon’s nipples tingled and she cursed. Those damn near black eyes saw everything and he definitely did not miss the budding nipples. His eyes shot to hers and he started chewing slowly on the blade of grass between his lips.

  The cowboy got off the massive black
horse without saying a word and strutted closer to peer into the engine. He just shook his head and slammed the hood closed. He shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, sorry chick, motor blown, can’t help. He turned and walked back to his horse and effortlessly jumped on its back. He turned the black stallion around as if to leave, she shrieked when she came out of her trance.

  “Hey! You can’t just leave me here! What is wrong with the car?”

  “No water in the coolin’ tank, it looks like the head gasket blew.” His voice was raspy and deep. He did not talk with a Texan accent and she wondered absently where he originated from.

  “Wha … but it’s a rental … aren’t they … oh bloody hell! What do I do now? I have to get to Houston before sunset.”

  “Houston? You’re aimin’ to travel 300 miles before sunset?”

  “What do you mean 300 miles? I can’t be more than 60 miles from there!”

  “Where did you travel from, doll face?”

  Doll face, who the devil is his doll face!

  “Waco.”

  “Hmm. Seems to me, you don’t know west from east, Chick.”

  Chick? What the hell?

  “What do you mean?”

  “Left to right then?”

  “I know west fro … where am I?”

  “McCulloch Country near Brady.”

  “Brady?”

  “The one and only.”

  “How did I get to Brady?”

  “Do you really want me to answer that, doll face?”

  She spluttered and glared at him. He lifted his hand to his temple in a salute and swung his horse around again.

  Good Lord, he meant to leave me here! In the middle of nowhere!

  “Wait! Please! I need help!”

  He dropped his head on his chest and sighed heavily. He really did not want to help the damn woman. What the hell was she doing here in the middle of nowhere anyway! His dick of course did not agree with him and has been digging even harder against his jeans’ zipper, from the moment those damn dark blue eyes met his and she opened those cupid puffed lips. Not to mention those bloody boobs straining against the tiny top she wore. As a notorious sucker for boobs, it was the center of his attention. He was not even going to go to those sinfully long legs, bared all the way to the top of her thighs in a useless short denim skirt.

  Shit!

  He turned his horse around and trotted him to a halt next to her. She tilted her head and looked up.

  “Exactly what do you expect me to do, doll face?”

  Her hands fluttered in the air and she pointed to the smoking car.

  “Fix it! I need to … I can’t stay here in the middle of nowhere!”

  “Fix … where the hell did you come from woman? Is there a single brain cell in that doll brain of yours that actually works? I told you the head gasket is shot. Does it look like I carry one around with me?”

  “You don’t have to be insulting! What do I know about cars?”

  “Phone a tow-in service. They should be here within two hours.”

  He turned his horse around again and she dug her cell out of her skirt pocket.

  No signal! She shrieked when he started his horse to a canter.

  “Come back here! I don’t have a signal!”

  He looked over his shoulder and nearly cracked in two at the small woman standing with her hands on her hips stomping her foot in vexation, her eyes shooting sparks. His damn dick moved in appreciation of her jiggling boobs!

  He turned his horse back whom snorted annoyingly and he did not blame him.

  “You are pretty demandin’ for someone who needs a favor, doll face.”

  “I am not your doll face! I … please, I really need your help.”

  He dug his own phone out of his pocket and cursed when he too had no signal. He glared at her as if was her fault. He nodded his head to the back of his horse.

  “Get on.”

  Her mouth gaped open and she pointed to the horse whose flank stood higher than the top of her head. Then she pulled at the tiny, short skirt and swallowed.

  “I … ehm … am not really dressed for …”

  “Do you want my damn help or not?”

  She nodded and quickly grabbed her handbag from the passenger seat and turned back to him.

  “What about my bags?”

  His glare nearly sliced her in two.

  “Does it look like we are pullin’ a buggy behind us? Lock the car. I’ll send one of my guys to fetch it. Trust me, no one ever drives on this road … how the heck you ended on it in the first place is a mystery! And take off those damn spikes on your feet. You’ll poke my horse to death with them!”

  She glared at him, but leaned down to pull her Louboutin stilettos from her feet. She stuffed them in her oversized handbag and swung it over her shoulder. She stepped carefully over the rough stones, wincing when they dug into her soft soles.

  “Is this goin’ to take much longer? I would like to get home at some time this afternoon!”

  “Are you always this rude to strangers?”

  “No, only irritatin’ trespassers that waste my time! … Oh, dag nab it!”

  He pushed the horse next to her and grabbed her arm, yanking her up and positioning her behind him on the horse. She shrieked and barely had her leg over the horse when he pulled him around.

  “Wait! Please … just give me a moment!”

  She desperately tried to yank her mini skirt down over her ass, but it was futile. The skirt was just too narrow and bundled up around her hips, leaving her thighs bare all the way to her hips and her ass … she felt the heat of the sun on her ass cheeks.

  “Oh lord!”

  Jarrod realized her dilemma and chuckled. The sound raspy and deep. The sensual sound shot like an arrow directly to her groin, wetting her panties.

  “You might as well give up, doll face. There is no way that slip of a skirt is goin’ to cover anythin’.”

  “Oh, this is so embarrassing!”

  He chuckled again and kicked his horse and set off in a fast gallop. Startled Shannon grabbed him around his waist.

  He sucked in his breath the moment her hands grabbed him around his waist. Her small hands pressed into his lower stomach. He cursed when he felt her hard nipples rub against his back.

  This was not going to work! There was no way he was going to last for fifteen minutes with those damn boobs of hers rubbing up and down his back with every bounce of the horse!

  He yanked Hades to a halt and Shannon screamed as her legs slipped over the back of the horse. She clung to the Cowboy with her eyes clamped shut.

  “Are … you … completely … crazy?”

  He took hold of her one arm and tried to loosen the other from his waist, but she had a death grip on him.

  “Darn it woman, let go!”

  “I am falling of the bloody horse, your jackass! I am not letting go!”

  He swung his head around and cursed when he saw her legs slipping. He refused to acknowledge the naked ass above those flailing legs.

  “Listen, doll face, I’ve got your arm. I want to move you to the front. I ain’t fixin to drop you.”

  “I don’t trust you!”

  “Do you see anyone around who you can turn to, Sugar buns?”

  “I am warning you, Sugar stud, if you drop me …”

  “Oh, get over it, Chick, you don’t even weigh as much as my one leg!”

  The next moment he yanked her from behind him and slammed her down in front of him. She huffed down and the stallion whinnied. She scowled at him, yanking desperately at the hem of her skirt.

  “You really are an asshole, do you know that?”

  He yanked her legs up and hooked them over his one leg, ignoring her gasp. His arms circled her to take hold of the reins. He kicked Hades and he took off at a run. She knew he rode the horse fast just to spite her. She felt her butt slipping. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on. Her handbag was uncomfortably pressed against her side with her cheek presse
d into his hard, muscled chest.

  His muscled arms were tighter around her than really necessary, but she did not need to know that.

  “You could have put your shirt on, you know!”

  “And deny you the pleasure of oglin’ and caressin’ me?”

  “Oef!”

  She immediately started to loosen her grip, but grabbed him tight when he increased the speed once more. His deep chuckle had her grind her teeth with a growl.

  His dick responded and jerked against his jeans.

  Shit. What the hell am I goin’ to do with her when we get home? She can’t stay at my house! Not with my eager beaver ready for attention since he saw her!

  Chapter Two

  Jarrod only lasted another five minutes with her in his arms, rubbing against his aching dick. He cursed under his breath and brought Hades to an abrupt halt. He jumped from his back and stood breathing hard with his hands on his hips.

  Bloody temptin’ woman is drivin’ me crazy.

  He reached up and lifted her.

  “Spread them.”

  “What?”

  “Spread your legs!”

  She realized what he meant to do and barely had her legs apart when he slammed her down on the saddle. He shoved his shirt in her hands.

  “Cover those damn thighs and ass of yours. I don’t appreciate you flauntin’ yourself to my ranch hands.”

  She blushed and yanked the offending article from his hand. It was so big she could wrap it around her waist twice.

  “Hold on to his main.”

  She frowned at him and then grabbed the horse’s main with a yelp as he started trotting next to his master. He jogged at a fast and steady pace. Shannon bit her lip. Good Lord, the man had the tightest ass she has ever seen on a man. His jeans molded around them like a second skin and she swallowed watching his strong legs ripple as he ran. His back was in one word, mouthwatering … and hers did. Nonstop!

  Her nipples were still pebbled into hard buttons and pressed against her stretch top. Her panties were wet from the constant rubbing of his hard ridge against her hip and his strong arms around her.