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My love make you feel like outer space ❣️✨🌟
You can definitely see the drunk in my eyes 😂
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“Concrete Cowboys” [Chp. 35] Cowboy!Erik Killmonger It’s the conclusion y’all!!
“Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know? Butterflies all havin’ fun, you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done, that’s what I mean And this old world, is a new world And a bold world for me, yeah-yeah
Stars when you shine, you know how I feel Scent of the pine, you know how I feel Oh, freedom is mine And I know how I feel”
Nina Simone – “Feeling Good”
The moment he walked through his front door with the sound of Caddo’s SUV echoing away in the distance, her eyes were on him searching for answers. Erik drifted to his stash of liquor sitting on an antique cabinet near his kitchen entry and poured himself a generous portion of whiskey. He gulped it down and could still sense the crawl of her eyes on his back.
“Erik.”
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“Concrete Cowboys” Cowboy!Erik Killmonger Book 1 Masterlist
Summary:
The Stevens family of Mariscal Texas are a Black Cowboy dynasty. The 3,000 acres of prime ranch real estate they own came from the legacy of their tri-cultural past: African enslavement. Seminole Wars. Mexican revolutions.
Four cousins must deal with land corruption, unbridled lust, and the pursuit of unbothered Blackness.
Love won’t come easy for Erik, Monroe, Biandro, and Caddo, as they live the Yeehaw Agenda in contemporary Texas.
Giddyup y'all.
NSFW. Mature content. 18+. Smut. Grown folks business. These ain’t your Harlequin romance cowboys.
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
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Updated with Chapter 32!
You know when you see a nigga and he look real sturdy. I like that shit.
“Concrete Cowboys” [Ch. 29] Cowboy!Erik Killmonger
“I remember when I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space And when you’re out there without care Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough I just knew too much”
Gnarls Barkley—"Crazy"
The sex was incredible.
Kris sat on her back porch sipping on sweet tea and holding her small bag of bones on her thigh. Her skin darkened in the slivers of sunlight that sneaked through the overcast December sky, and she closed her eyes thinking about all the pleasure she had with Erik anytime she wanted it.
She could cry thinking about how good he made her feel mentally and physically during their sessions. That’s what she called it. Not hook-ups. She didn’t call them fuck buddies because it was a little more than that for him. They were lovers. Plain and simple.
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“Concrete Cowboys” [Chp. 28] Cowboy!Erik Killmonger
“All of my visions were untrue Till I had a vision of you An untimely end for all But it was only then, only then that I saw Saw the morning glory Can’t you take me there Can’t you take me there Away from soliloquies of sadness And prophecies of pain For us all to see
I had a vision in my mind I had a vision of peace I had a vision of you”
Jamiroquai—"Morning Glory"
Erik did his best to walk into TLS focused on discussing the opening of new locations of the saloon with Blue and helping to ease the thirst of patrons behind the bar.
That was his intention.
Entering TLS, the cacophony of music, flashing lights, and boisterous voices having a good time in his establishment gave him a few seconds of distraction before his eyes found her.
His legs had a mind of their own as he pivoted from the direction of the office toward Kris. She had on a light gold head wrap, and her big silver hoop earrings dangled against her neck.
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“Concrete Cowboys” [Chp. 27] Cowboy!Erik Killmonger
“Turn me inside out, you make my heart speak Need no one else, you’re all I need Personality, everything you do Makes me love everything about you Your smile, your style is so fly I can’t deny I got a crush on you And that is true indeed and I’m diggin’ you You make me believe that
Your love is one in a million It goes on and on and on You give me a really good feeling, all day long…”
Aaliyah—"One in a Million"
Kris hadn’t been feeding her ancestors.
Standing in the middle of her grandmother’s home that had become her refuge in the west, she stared at the sad altar that she had created when she first arrived in Mariscal. It sat in the windowsill of her bedroom where it could receive the first light of the eastern sun.
A small clear glass bubble ball vase sat in the left corner of the sill on top of a rectangular cut of purple silk. Two small succulent plants in tiny green plastic pots rested against a dark blue empty wine bottle with two cut holes that held burned incense. One dark purple shot glass she bought in the Atlanta airport on a layover bumped against a few colored crystals. A half-burned stick of palo santo wood rounded out the simple offering.
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Its bad that i instantly thought “i want my booty like that”. Ill go now.
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90S BABY WITH NO KIDS YET.
We a Dying breed
I’m so happy I came out to Cali to see how overrated this shit is.
Next time I come back, I wanna stay at some fly ass hotel in Beverly Hills tho.
The whole state is on a locked down this was the worst time to come