Emily's Cowboy Read Free Page A

water, yelling, “Last one in is a rotten egg!” over her shoulder as she’d taken off at full gallop, Gareth had followed suit. He had jumped from his horse before her and stripped down to his briefs quickly, as he had done many times before, and had raced to the water’s edge, winning the race his only concern. He had thrown himself into the waist-deep water and as he’d broken the surface, then stood shaking his head to clear the water and hair from his eyes, he had caught sight of her.
    She had been standing alongside his discarded clothing, had removed her boots and jeans and was clad in her girlie underwear. Her shirt, also removed, had been clutched before her, in front of her chest and she’d had a look of uncertainty about her, a shyness Gareth had never seen in her stance before. He’d stood still, had watched her as her eyes had locked onto his, had seen the slight movement of her hands as the shirt had dropped and fluttered to the ground.
    Gareth’s world had altered in that one movement. Altered for all time as his gaze had moved from her face to her body. Her very feminine body.
    Emily, wearing just a bra and panties. He had taken in the picture she had presented him. Gone was the familiar, nondescript child’s body he’d been used to seeing and in its place was a beauty he had never imagined. Emily’s breasts had filled the bra, a roundness that reminded him of soft pillows, spilled from the top of each cup. His mouth had gone instantly dry as his thoughts had turned to images of touching the tempting swells, feeling the weight of each perfect, plump breast in his hands. He had been able to imagine how good that feeling would be, fingers and hands by his sides mimicking his thoughts, pumping and clasping at the water. But the vision had not ended there. Gareth, finally managing to drag his eyes from Emily’s plump, round breasts, ran his gaze slowly over the rest of her nearly naked form. A hunger he had not ever felt before consumed him as he took in the sight of her. His Emily.
    Her black hair had fallen around her breasts all the way down to her slightly flared hips, caressing her body, outlining her shape, framing her beauty. Gareth had just made out the black covering of hair on her pussy through her white underwear, had imagined that the feel of the covering would be velvety soft to touch. Her legs were long, toned, but still had a feminine softness about them, their shape he’d found for some reason enticing. Her skin had appeared silky and he’d had the urge to run his hands along that smoothness, to caress every inch of her. He’d felt his penis go hard, achingly so, and had been glad he’d stood waist deep in water to conceal his embarrassing new reaction to her. She was Emily, his childhood buddy. Gareth had wondered what was happening to him, why her new shape was making him react in such a way.
    “Shit, Em, what happened to you?”
    Gareth remembered those eloquent words to this day. He and Emily had laughed about them on many occasions. His lack of subtlety. The fact it had taken so long for him to notice how she had grown from child to woman. It was Emily’s response to his question that had sealed their fate, her shy, timid question that had made his heart race and had him striding from the water to gather her into his arms.
    “Do you like what you see Gareth? Please say you do. Put me out of my misery. I’ve prayed for you to notice the changes in me, hoped that you would want to kiss me as much as I dream of kissing you. Just looking at you, your broad shoulders, your long legs, how strong you have become, makes me crazy. I need to feel you touching me Gareth, kissing me. Please. I don’t want to go insane. Help me.”
    And he had kissed her, tentatively at first, their lips joining lightly as they’d explored each other’s taste. They’d caressed and touched places that until that moment in time had been private. But to him, Emily was an extension of himself. Touching