Free Emily's Cowboy by Donna Gallagher Page A

on this—her mission to get Gareth back, or as Rook liked to joke, ‘corralling the Cowboy’. Emily felt a bond growing with Rook and Pippa, one she wanted to explore. They were good people. Rook was quick with a lighthearted remark when things got too heavy or sad, and Pippa was so nice, so genuine. If it hadn’t been for Mac being still in hospital and everything hanging over her head with regards to Gareth, Emily would have felt as if she were on holiday, hanging out with friends. The idea of Gareth beside her while she spent time with Pippa and Rook was even more appealing.
    Gareth had not contacted her at all. He had phoned Mac at the hospital, spoken to him at length, but not visited in person. Emily could only assume he did not want to run into her, and the thought that she might be too late haunted her.
    But Rook confided in her, broke Gareth’s confidence in an attempt to ease her worry.
    “Cowboy is miserable without you, hon. He’s been grouching around not talking to anyone…even more than usual.” Rook smirked, putting his arm around her as a show of support, one Emily was truly grateful for. “Haven’t even had to make up an excuse to keep him away—that in itself is quite the insight into how low he’s feeling. Usually he runs to Pippa at the drop of a hat. Those two are very tight, and even though I tease them about it—and don’t you dare tell either of them—I love the fact they are so close. Gareth’s a good buddy, a top bloke. A friend you can count on and trust. I’ve never seen him with another woman. He hates the groupies and now I understand why. Why would he want another woman when he has someone as beautiful as you in his life? He’s a lucky man.”
    The endorsement from Rook of her beauty and his confirmation of Gareth’s fidelity were just what Emily had needed to hear. She could tell that Rook wasn’t the type to wax lyrical just to make someone feel better. He was a straight shooter. Genuine. And his words made her stronger, solidified her strength to fight for Gareth.
    “Thanks so much, Rook. I really appreciate what you and Pippa have done for me, and how you care for Gareth. I’m going to try. I want Gareth in my life, was an idiot to have taken this long to realise.”
    “You’re not the first one to not see what was staring you in the face, Emily, and you won’t be the last. God, took me years before I finally realised Pippa was the only woman for me, and I tell you I’m never letting her go.” Love for his fiancée lit up Rook’s face and it gladdened Emily’s heart to know these two wonderful people had found each other. She listened as Rook continued, “I’ve already got plan B in mind if Gareth doesn’t get it when you show up at the game. I figured between me and the boys we can drag him to Jetstream, fill his belly full of whisky, then you can use some of your cowgirl ropes to tie him to his bed. You do have ropes, don’tcha, Cowgirl?” he added with a grin. “Just don’t untie him until he gives in.”
    Laughing at Rook’s idea, Emily could see the possibilities in having Gareth tied to his bed and at her mercy. Thoughts of all the things she could do to his muscular, gorgeous body filled her mind. She could spend hours just exploring him, tasting him, and she thought of her mouth filled with his hard cock as she teased and drove him wild with need, but held him back just on the edge. She could almost taste him, feel the length of him, so hard, yet smooth at the same time. Taste the saltiness of the pre-cum as it leaked from the head of his shaft. She would lap the fluid up greedily, lick and lave his length, gently nip the sensitive flesh over the blue vein that would be pulsating along his swollen cock. Drive his desire higher and further than she ever had before, until his cum filled her mouth. Spurt after warm spurt, she would drink him in, drink him dry.
    Then, just to torment him some more, she would pleasure herself before his hungry eyes.