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  POSSESSIVE COWBOY

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 64

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Possessive Cowboy

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  POSSESSIVE COWBOY

  My dad’s best friend is a possessive cowboy. He says you’ve got to be a territorial, controlling, possessive, obsessive, borderline stalker with a saddle full of self-confidence to survive as a cowboy in these parts.

  But when this older man alpha’s possessiveness turns into him telling this younger woman his true feelings about me for the first time, I’m not sure if it’s too much too fast even though I want him badly or if I’m ready to give my very own first time to the only cowboy I’ve ever wanted.

  But how will my dad react when his best friend is ready to cowboy up and tell him he wants my dad to give away my hand so my very first cowboy crush can possess me forever?

  *Possessive Cowboy is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

  CHAPTER 1

  Cody

  I watch Cheyenne through my binoculars from across the prairie.

  She’s the only thing in this whole world that’s more beautiful and pristine than the lands of Wyoming where we live.

  I’ve been watching her ever since that twenty-first birthday party her father threw for her last month and I’d bet my entire farm she’s just as virginal as these lands we live on.

  And she’s going to stay that way until she’s mine. Guaranteed.

  She’ll never know the touch of another man. Never know what it feels like to have a boyfriend for two reasons.

  One I’m not a boy.

  And two we’re not going to date.

  I know what I want and I want her. I don’t waste time when it comes to anything and I’m especially not here to mess around with her.

  She needs to know she’s mine and that’s that.

  But how can she be mine if she’s talking to three boys on her porch right now?

  I don’t like this one bit.

  “Yah!” I yell and Bullet, my horse, takes off towards her porch.

  He’s called bullet because a bullet is the only thing faster.

  And right now he can’t get me there quick enough.

  I’m going to put an end to these boys hopes right fucking now.

  CHAPTER 2

  Cheyenne

  “Thanks for your help with the homework, guys,” I say.

  “My pleasure,” Scott, Drew, and Justin say in unison. We all laugh.

  Scott leans in for a hug but suddenly pulls up short.

  A dark cloud rolls in and a flock of birds dart through the sky as a herd of deer shoot across the prairie.

  This can only mean one thing.

  A predator.

  These parts are full of all kinds of dangerous animals, but none other than the one that’s been hunting me lately.

  Cody, my dad’s best friend.

  Ever since my twenty-first birthday party last month his eyes have been glued to me.

  Doesn’t he know I know he’s there? Watching. Listening. Analyzing.

  He’s everywhere. And he sees everything.

  Even the things he thinks I don’t want him to see.

  But I do want him to see those things. Everything. I’m a woman now and I want nothing more than to show him just how much of a woman I’ve become.

  The boys turn back at the sound of hoofs quickly closing the distance to my front porch.

  There’s only one horse in these parts that can run that fast. And there’s only one man who rides that horse.

  Bullet and Cody.

  “Who…who’s that?” Drew asks.
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  “You boys best be going before there’s trouble,” I say.

  “Trouble?”

  “Please. Just…your truck,” I say. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  The sound of spurs and the soles of boots clanking down my front steps fills the air as the sound of those hoofs only get louder.

  The boys pick up their pace as they near their Ford F150 before Scott dives behind the wheel, Drew throws himself into the passenger seat and Justin jumps in the back.

  They peel out as their truck spins wildly burning through my front grass as they hurry to get off my property before Cody arrives.

  He shoots them a look that I know they see in their rearview mirror, if they're crazy enough to look back.

  But right now the only crazy one is Cody.

  Unless you count me because I’m just as crazy for him.

  I call my college classmates boys, but at twenty-one years old and each one well over two hundred pounds and considerably above six foot these division one NCAA football players aren’t exactly boys. They’re corn fed young men with the size and strength to match.

  But no one comes close to Cody. I don’t even know how Bullet is able to walk with Cody on his back, let alone gallop, but somehow they make the perfect pairing.

  But I want to be Cody’s perfect partner. The Bonnie to his Clyde.

  “Cheyenne,” he says as he maneuvers Bullet to the side as he comes to a quick stop.

  I feel the gust of wind that was trailing the two of them wash over me. I don’t know what’s faster…the two of them or the speed with which I feel a weakness in my knees when I catch a whiff of Cody’s scent in that gust.

  The prairie has an unmistakable fresh, earthy scent, but Cody has something that’s much more rugged. Like a forest in late fall. Like a campfire on a crisp autumn evening or the way a blanket smells that you wrap up in around that fire to stay warm.

  That’s Cody, and I want him to wrap his arms around me and ride off into the sunset with him.

  But Bullet’s no white horse. He’s black…dark…just like Cody.

  He’s not a man of many words and it scares people.

  It’s one of the reasons his only real friend in the world is my dad. Cody approached him back in kindergarten, asked him to be his friend, and my dad accepted. That was it.

  My dad said he once asked him why he didn’t have any other friends.

  Cody’s response?

  “I got you, Jackson. One of you is worth one billion of anyone else. You’re the only friend I need.”

  ‘Nuff said. That’s how Cody operates. One horse he rides. One kind of coffee he drinks…black, just like his soul is accused of being. One friend. And now it seems one woman.

  Me.

  “Cody,” I reply.

  “Bit cold to be wearing a shirt like that isn’t it?” he nods, but doesn’t look at my top. It’s not low cut but it’s low enough to show a hint of cleavage and I know he doesn’t like it one bit.

  “It’s summer, Cody. It’s hot.”

  “Hot is how you look, Cheyenne. Too damn hot…especially around them boys.”

  “Cody—”

  “Here,” he interrupts tossing me a flannel shirt. “Put this on. And keep it on.”

  I catch it, but I don’t immediately put it on.

  “Cody, this is yours. Everyone knows it’s yours.”

  “Now it’s yours and soon everyone is going to know you’re mine too.” he says just before my dad comes out.

  “Cody,” my dad says stepping out onto the front porch.

  “Jackson,” he says nodding.

  He turns Bullet back towards where he came from.

  “Yah!” he says and Bullet takes off across the prairie like he was shot out of a gun.

  My dad shakes his head and watches as Cody quickly becomes a spec in the distance.

  “They broke the mold when they made that one. One of a kind,” he says.

  They sure did. And he sure is one of a kind…and I want to be his one and only.

  “Time for dinner. Better wash up,” my dad says.

  “Yes, dad,” I say as I walk through the screen door back into the house.

  What my dad doesn’t know is that my hands and face aren’t the only thing I need to wash.

  I’m going to need a fresh pair of panties.

  CHAPTER 3

  Cody

  The moment I saw her at that birthday party of hers I knew she would be mine.

  But of course she had to be the daughter of the man I hold in the highest regards. My blood brother since the day we cut and shook hands down by the creek in first grade.

  I take that kind of thing seriously and I know he does too.

  But now I don’t want to just be blood brothers. I want so much more. I want his very own flesh and blood…his only daughter. His only child. The little girl I held in my arms when she was born. The child he had when he was only eighteen. The girl who was just a cute kid all these years until something inside me just clicked last month.

  Snapped…that’s a much better word.

  And today I was ready to snap on those three boys. What in the hell is she doing wearing a shirt like that around them? Doesn’t she know she’s mine? She sees the way I look at her. She knows what she does to me.

  Doesn’t she know how painful it is just be in the saddle on Bullet with an erection like that, let alone try and ride him to her? To claim her.

  But there was her dad…again.

  Every time I’ve completely lost it and I’m ready to tell her how I feel he just appears out of nowhere.

  Just like he did today.

  I told myself a month ago I’d have my opportunity, but I haven’t.

  So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

  Fate? No time for it.

  Destiny? I’ll make my own, thanks.

  And my destiny includes her and hers includes me.

  Not just includes. Encompasses entirety just like she’s taken up space inside my skull and dominated my thoughts 24/7.

  I can’t get her out of my head nor do I want to.

  But I need to get her into my bed. Make her mine once and for all and tell her dad. Tell him there’s no choice. Yeah, I’ll treat him with the respect any father deserves, especially him, but this is beyond that. There’s nothing anyone can say or do that can stop me now.

  She. Will. Be. Mine.

  Period. Full stop. Take it to the bank. Bet the farm on it.

  I have. I’ve got my entire farm on the line here. She’s sharp as a tack and I believe in her so much I’m already behind her. I believe in the research she’s doing over at the University of Wyoming here in Laramie. She’s already finished her Pre-Veterinary Medicine degree and next it’s on to her higher education and then she’ll officially be a vet.

  Of course. She loves animals. That’s her character… peaceful… feminine… beautiful.

  And of all the animals she loves she loves those darn lambs the most.

  And I know why.

  That first day of school that little lamb followed her all the way into town for her first day as her dad and I followed in the distance in the truck.

  She wanted to walk. Wanted to be a “grown-up” at five years old back then when she was just starting school.

  But her attempt at being a grown up only made her more and more of a beautiful child that day. That crazy lamb following her.

  They called her Mary that entire first year. Mary and her little lamb and she loved that lamb and that lamb is what led her to find her life’s calling…to become a vet.

  But my life’s calling is to make her mine.

  And part of making her mine is supporting her in every aspect of life, which is why I’m betting my entire farm on her research…her passion…her love for animals.

  And more importantly her love for me and my love for her.

  That’s what life’s all about.

  Out in these parts you’re surrounded by animals of all kinds and y
ou quickly realize we as people can play whatever games we want but at the end of the game we’re animals too. We play the same mating games. We have families too.

  And there’s a mating game dancing around in my head all hours of the day and night telling me I need to get started on a family with her immediately.

  As in yesterday.

  And that’s why I’ve taken matters into my own hand.