De La Fuente Family: Love in Montana Part 10

Eric quickly moved her panties to her hips to create s.p.a.ce between the crotch and her p.u.s.s.y, then, gripping his thick shaft, rubbed it against her c.l.i.t before he lined himself up and thrust all the way inside her.

She couldn't breathe as her o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through her. Her legs tightened around his hips as she ground on him wanting her climax to last. He leaned over and, sucking a nipple into his mouth, started to thrust, hard, back and forth. Her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles continued to ripple along the rigid length of him until he pulled his mouth from her and started to enjoy his own release. His mouth clamped shut as he grunted and groaned. Every shallow thrust heightened her own arousal until she was coming again. She milked him hard with the pleasure fluttering through her.

Even after he'd released, he still felt solid inside her, and when he collapsed over her, Sylvia wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. His face nestled in her neck, his breathing heavy against her.

Reaching up, she stroked his hair and over his shoulders, feeling relaxed. Her muscles would be sore later, unless she bathed, but she loved quiet moments with Eric.

"We need to go to the bedroom before Dante or Emelia get back." He sighed. "I sure as h.e.l.l don't want Dante catching sight of you like this. I don't give a s.h.i.+t about me."

Sylvia cupped his jaw, and stroked along his lips with her thumb. "I want you to stay inside me. You feel good."

He gave a shallow thrust and smiled when she moaned. Her body clutched him tighter. "You liked that."

"I like anything you do to me."

Eric smirked. "Is that a fact?"

Clasping her a.s.s to him, he maneuvered to his feet and kicked his jeans free, his c.o.c.k happy in the warmth of her p.u.s.s.y. As he started walking toward the stairs, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and kept squeezing his c.o.c.k that lengthened and thickened even more with her actions. He stumbled and had her pressed up against the wall.

She smiled and dragged his head down to hers for an all-consuming kiss. She loved having his mouth on hers. One of his hands reached up and tweaked a nipple, which sent her arousal up a notch.

Unable to help herself, she writhed on his d.i.c.k, urging him to move.

She got her wish.

On a curse, Eric tightened his hold on her a.s.s and started to pound into her.

Chapter Seventeen.

The crisp fresh air of the Rockies was different than any place else that he'd been, and it's where Eric had always found his escape. Between Dante's home in Frederick and his father's place in Montana, he had the best of both worlds. Which was why he didn't want to head back to Lexington, and all the troubles that would cause.

The escape to his brother's place had been amazing and the thought of having to pack and head back in two days really didn't sit well with him.

Sylvia had already told Yuri that she wouldn't be back at Poles to dance, but that didn't mean the f.u.c.ker who'd been sending her notes would go away. It also meant that she'd be back at work during the day, and in the evening, she'd be back at her apartment with her friend, Talya.

He'd gotten used to having her with him twenty-four/seven, so the change that would come with heading back, didn't sit well with him. He wanted her with him. Sylvia seemed to be hesitant about heading back to her home. He just couldn't decide if it was because of her stalker or because she wanted to stay with him. Could she be wondering what would happen to their new relations.h.i.+p? Just like he was.

His woman was lounging out back, taking in the vista with his sister Emelia. She looked snug in her outdoor gear and he knew he wouldn't be able to get her inside very easily. She seemed to love the cold. The friends.h.i.+p that had bloomed since their arrival seemed to have stayed constant and he was glad of that. Emelia could be a pain in his a.s.s, but she seemed genuinely delighted to have Sylvia to talk to.

While he watched them from the warmth of the cabin, he still found it hard to believe the words spoken by Dante the other day. Dante had only confirmed what Eric had thought in the past, although he'd always pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, not wanting to go there. He thanked f.u.c.k that he wasn't his brother because he had a lot of s.h.i.+t to deal with. He also knew that Dante, albeit troubled by his past, was still troubled with wrongful feelings toward their sister, which was why he didn't want her in his house.

He had no idea how their sister felt because there was no way he was going to ask her. But with the unguarded looks she pa.s.sed at Dante, Eric would say his two siblings were heading for major heartache and trouble.

Watching now, Emelia moved away from Sylvia and headed inside through the front door, so he decided to brace himself for the cold, and grabbed his jacket on his way out the back. He needed to stop avoiding his sister, but while he wanted to be wrapped up with his woman, he would for a while longer.

He leaned over Sylvia and kissed her on the top of her head before he dropped into the chair beside her, and held her gloved hand. He'd rather have her skin against his, but it was too cold for that with the dropping temperatures.

"Are you warm enough out here?" he asked, moving her from her chair to his lap where he could wrap his arms around her.

"I'm not too bad."

He chuckled. "You'd tell me that even if you were freezing just so I wouldn't drag you inside for warmth."

Sylvia wrapped her arm around his neck and rested her head against his. "I love it here. Away from everything. That's why I fell in love with the cottage in the countryside near Lexington. I'd have to purchase a car as well to get me to and from the city, but it would be worth it to own that cottage. It needs a lot of work, but that doesn't daunt me. I just hope I get to it before a developer does."

"I figured you must want it a h.e.l.l of a lot to work extra hours at Poles."

"Yeah. It's not what I would have wanted, but the money is good. Touching is out of bounds and Yuri's men make sure that rule isn't broken, so I do feel safe...or I did until the notes started arriving."

"I can't say I'm sorry that you're not going back there because I'm not. The thought of all those guys watching you and then going home to-"

Sylvia slapped a hand over his mouth. "Don't say it." She glared.

"Don't be angry. I'm jealous because I'm the only one who should ever see you in hardly any clothing. Not some total stranger." He kissed her cheek.

"I'm not used to having anyone be possessive over me. I've always done pretty much what I wanted to do."

He sighed. "I can't apologize for wanting you for myself and I won't. You mean something to me, Sylvia."

"I like you being possessive. It's nice." She nibbled his earlobe, and whispered, "You mean something to me as well."

Her whispered words against his ear caused his d.i.c.k to stir in his jeans. That was all it took and he was ready to go. She made him feel like a randy teenager.

She wiggled, obviously feeling the growing hardness beneath her a.s.s.

"Stop that. Both Dante and Emelia are inside so there will be no funny business." He slapped a kiss to her lips and grinned.

"Eric," she stroked along his jaw, a serious expression on her features, "when we get home, will we be spending time together like this, or will you want your s.p.a.ce back? I don't want to ruin the last couple of days here, but I need to know. I don't like the unsettled feeling that is rattling around in my belly."

He knew without a doubt what he wanted, so he took it by the horns and told her, "I want us to be together when either one of us isn't working. I want to hold you in my arms every night when I close my eyes and I want you to be there when I wake up in the morning." He softly smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Does that answer your questions?"

She nodded, tears on her lashes.

"Is that what you want?" He swiped one tear away with his thumb when it ran down her cheek.

"Yes. I'll need to work it out with Talya because I don't want to leave her alone, but I'd love to be with you like that...Wait." she sat up straighter in his arms. "You said 'either one of us working', you have a job? I thought you weren't sure what you wanted to do. I didn't know you'd accepted something."

He hadn't realized he was going to accept anything until their conversation had started. "Sebastian has offered me work as part of the security team in the McKenzie building. It's only going to be temporary because I don't see myself doing that for the rest of my life. But it would mean us going to and from work together." He smiled. "Do you think you could handle that, and seeing me everyday during working hours?" His question was asked with a smile, but he felt a nervous flutter in his belly. He'd never put his heart on the line before, and he realized he was doing that now.

Sylvia cupped his face with her hands and grinned, her whole face alight with happiness. "I'd love nothing more than to spend more time with you, and it will be amazing working in the same building." She kissed his cold lips, but they soon warmed up under her warm, wet mouth.

"I think you might need to come to confession, brother," Dante laughed.

They pulled apart and, after a quick kiss to her lips, Eric met his brother's gaze. "Not sure we both have a month free," he teased.

Sylvia chuckled, which caused his grin to widen.

"Don't encourage him," Dante smiled, and joined them at the table.

"He doesn't need any encouragement. He's wicked enough on his own."

"I'm a priest, I don't need to know how wicked my brother is."

Eric lightly punched his brother on the shoulder. "Get over yourself."

"Brothers," Sylvia commented.

"You should see them when the others are around as well," Emelia commented as she slipped outside behind Dante. "I'm so outnumbered."

Sitting down, Emelia glanced at Dante who stared at her; at least he thought his brother stared at her. He couldn't tell since Dante was wearing dark shades to protect against the glare of bright sun on the snow-covered ground.

"You might not be as alone from now on with Caprice and Sylvia around."

Emelia glared at Dante because it was common knowledge that she disliked Caprice.

While his sister stewed on Dante's words, Eric squeezed Sylvia's hand. "Oh, she'll be around," he agreed. He wanted to make sure Sylvia knew he had every intention of including her in anything to do with his family.

"Are you asking me something?" she grinned. "I mean, those words don't really say anything."

Ignoring Dante as he m.u.f.fled a chuckle, Eric held Sylvia's gaze. "Thanksgiving dinner. We're all going to be at our father's house in Montana. You think you can handle the De La Fuente boys?" he smirked, knowing from the mischievous look on Sylvia's face that she had something to say.

"The only De La Fuente I wish to handle is you."

"Eww. That's too much information," Emelia winced.

Dante coughed and hid his grin behind his hand.

Sylvia rolled her eyes and asked, "So remind me again on whom everyone is?"

"Our brothers, Aiden, Mateo who you've met, Kasey and Diego. Then you have our father, Emiliano, and his wife, Lucia, and finally the brat over there, Emelia." Eric grinned at his sister, and continued, "My dad lives outside of Great Falls, Montana and there's nothing as beautiful as seeing his house and land with snow covering the ground. The winters can be harsh, but it's home and it has been to them for a long time."

"Then I can't wait to see it on Thanksgiving. But you know what that means?"

He had no clue and his expression said as much.

"You have to go to visit with her family," Dante added. "Brother, sometimes you need to use the head above the waist."

"Coming from a priest, that doesn't sound right."

"I'm not going there. But tell him I'm right, Sylvia." Dante grinned at her and Eric felt a little stab of jealousy over his woman.

"Dante always has to be right," Emelia added, "as do all my brothers."

Emelia made his heart heavy with worry. It was clear to see that she was really unhappy, and he guessed as long as she was close to Dante, she always would be. She needed to visit someone else and leave their older brother in peace. Perhaps the distance, over time would heal old wounds; at least he hoped it would.

With that in mind, he asked, "You want to come back to Lexington with us, sis?" He'd find a way to make it work with Emelia being underfoot when he wanted to spend his time with Sylvia, but he couldn't do nothing when it was obvious they both hurt.

"I was there not too long ago," she hedged. "I like Colorado." Emelia met Dante's gaze before he turned away to stare out toward the mountains. "Thanks," her attention back on Eric, "but I'll hang around here for a while and then head to Montana for Thanksgiving." She offered a small smile. "Dante won't kick me out, so please don't worry about me."

"I can't promise not to." Eric stared into her eyes with worry as he squeezed her hand and realized his brother was still distracted elsewhere.

"I'll go and start dinner."

"I'll help," Sylvia volunteered, and followed Emelia inside after she placed a lingering kiss to his lips.

Once the door was closed, Eric turned to his brother. "What was that?"

"What?"

"You're intelligent, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Dante stayed silent, his jaw tense with the anger that simmered just under the surface. Out of all his siblings, Dante was the one with the longest fuse. He was obviously at the end.

"Look, Thanksgiving is practically around the corner so bring her to Montana with you and leave her there. You know that has to happen, right?"

He nodded.

"I'm going to go and let Emelia know not to make anything for Sylvia and me. I want to take her out somewhere tonight."

"You've chosen a good woman. I hope you realize that."

"I do. Don't stay outside too long, it'll freeze your b.a.l.l.s off."

With those last words to his tormented brother, he went to find the girls.

Chapter Eighteen.

Sylvia felt alive with excitement being in Denver for the evening with Eric. It had been a surprise when he'd found them in the kitchen back at Dante's cabin as she'd been planning that night's dinner with Emelia. Their sister was certainly troubled, and the tension in the air had been stifling.

With a sigh of contentment, she stepped closer to Eric and slipped her hand into his while they waited to be seated. He was her man and she wanted to claim him in front of the group of women she could see at one of the tables close to were she stood with Eric. They looked and whispered as though Eric was a piece of meat. She couldn't hear what was being said, but the looks spoke volumes.

Eric, of course, was oblivious, his attention drawn to his cell and the message he seemed to be reading. His distraction with the object bothered her because she thought the dinner in Denver had been for them to spend time alone. He had more interest in the object in his hand though.