De La Fuente Family: Love in Montana Part 7

The hospital room was as sterile as the rest of the place, and Sylvia, with her blonde hair splayed out around her, looked lost and so d.a.m.n alone.

When her eyes landed on him, the joy she obviously felt at seeing him was clear with the way her eyes lit up. That was all he needed to get his feet moving.

"Hey." Eric leaned over and kissed her brow while trailing his thumb over her cheekbone. "How are you feeling?" He dropped his a.s.s to the chair beside the bed before he climbed on the bed with Sylvia. She looked fragile and the urge to hold her close to take the pain away from her filled him.

He settled on holding her hand, but the sight of a lone tear trickling down her face had him back on his feet and wiping it away. "h.e.l.l! I feel so helpless with you right now. I want to take it all away and the feeling is d.a.m.n alien inside me."

Sylvia chuckled as another tear fell.

"You're a big softy at heart." She grinned.

Eric scowled, and was tempted to scoff at her observation. But the fact was, she was correct. With the people he cared about, he was a different person, and he'd stopped fighting what Sylvia made him feel.

"Not sure I've ever been accused of that before." He placed a light kiss to her sweet lips, and held her gaze when he moved to kiss her nose, each eye, and then back to her lips. She'd become a drug to him, and he constantly wanted another fix.

"Eric," her voice wobbled, "I want to go home."

With his thumb he caressed along the seam of her lips, and whispered, "I want you to come home with me. I want to look after you." He blushed slightly at his confession. Things between them had gotten real, and he was too selfish of an a.s.shole to let anyone else, even her friend, look after her.

"I don't want to be a burden."

"Stop right there. You are not a burden. I wouldn't have offered if I weren't sure about what I wanted. I need to keep you close to me." He kissed her nose and smiled. "So that's sorted."

Sylvia smiled, and slipped her hand back into his as he sat back in the chair.

"How did you manage to take a tumble," he asked, and tried to keep his anger from his voice.

He wasn't angry with Sylvia, at least he didn't think he was, but he sure as h.e.l.l was angry at her being on that stage. She hadn't even told him what she had planned that night, but he hadn't asked her either.

"It doesn't matter," she hedged.

That wouldn't do. "It does matter. It matters to me, so please talk to me, Sylvia."

She glanced away. "I thought I saw someone in the audience when I was backing off the stage. I miscalculated and backed into thin air."

The fact that she wouldn't meet his gaze told him she'd skimmed the surface of what happened. He didn't know whether to push right then and there or to leave it until she was feeling more herself.

Her head must hurt pretty badly from hitting the floor. But perhaps if he tried once more...

"Who did you think you saw?"

Sylvia glanced at him before she sighed in resignation and turned to face him. "I've been getting notes from someone."

Confusion filled his mind before it s.h.i.+fted to worry, fear, and then downright anger at her confession. He knew the emotions were clear on his face.

"I keep thinking that it's this new guy who has started hanging out at the club because he's always looking at me. Watching. But I don't really know."

f.u.c.king h.e.l.l!

"What has Yuri done to catch this f.u.c.ker?" His free hand clenched into a fist against his thigh while he used everything in him to keep his hand holding Sylvia's lax.

"I haven't told him. I swore Talya to secrecy. I realize I should have told him straightaway. He probably would have gotten to the bottom of it by now. It's just that I told myself the notes would stop. But they haven't."

"Yuri has security cameras around the place. We need to look at them...I also want to see the notes, Sylvia."

"Okay," she whispered in a voice full of tears. "I'm sorry. I should have told Yuri. I'd actually planned to talk to him tonight after my s.h.i.+ft." She shrugged and winced. "Just my luck. I left it too late."

"You're not going back there until the f.u.c.ker has been caught. You hear me, Sylvia? I'm trying my f.u.c.king hardest to not go all caveman over you, but with this, I can't have you going there and being in danger while you are. Do you understand?"

"I've no wish to go back there. I'll just have to hope the cottage doesn't get sold before I have the money."

"I can't say that I'm not happy you're getting off the stage because it was like a claw in the gut knowing you danced half dressed for all those men."

A slight tug on his hand had him leaning closer. When he did, Sylvia reached out and cupped his whisker-covered jaw. "Tonight, I imagined I was dancing for only you. It's what got me through my routine." She smiled. "One day I'd like to dance with only you in the audience."

There was no avoiding the heat that swiftly appeared in his eyes at her confession. "I'd like that," he said, his voice rough with l.u.s.t.

He cleared his throat. "Talya, Yuri, and Bea are out in the waiting room. Zane is keeping Bea company."

Pus.h.i.+ng herself up on the hospital bed, Sylvia groaned and sighed when Eric helped her to get comfortable.

"Bea really likes Zane. I think she fears her ex hurting him someway if she lets him get close to her." Sylvia murmured and it made his heart swell...even with the pain, she was still worried about the people in her life.

"That won't happen." He smiled. "I have them to thank for getting me here tonight."

She raised a brow in question so he continued, "Bea called Zane while they waited for the paramedics. We missed you arriving here by minutes."

"I hadn't even thought to wonder how you ended up here."

Eric kissed her hand, which he still held in his. "I wouldn't be anywhere else when you needed me." He laughed. "Enough of this mushy s.h.i.+t. We need to break you out of here."

Standing, Eric pressed another brief kiss to her brow followed with a quick kiss on her knuckles. "I'm going to send Talya in to see you while I locate your doctor to release you."

With great reluctance, Eric broke their connection and left the room. As he closed the door, he realized his hands had a slight tremor to them. Seeing Sylvia in the hospital bed had really brought home just how much he cared for her. He'd fooled himself that he could walk away from her, because there wasn't anything on earth that could keep him away. It scared the s.h.i.+t out of him, but he was a man and he'd deal with it. He didn't have any choice if he wanted Sylvia in his life.

Pus.h.i.+ng the door open into the waiting room, he walked over to Talya who stood against the wall near the vending machine, again with Yuri offering her comfort.

Talya's eyes landed on him and she straightened. "How is she?" Her hand reached out and was caught in Yuri's larger one.

"She'll be okay. I'm going to find the doctor to break her out of here, and then I'm taking her with me, Talya."

"It's okay, Eric." She reached out and laid her hand on his arm. "I know if she was given the choice she'd choose to be with you." She smiled. "It's the big guys that fall the hardest." She smirked, and walked off the way he'd just come from.

Hearing a loud sigh, Eric turned and was surprised to see a haunted look cross Yuri's face. The Russian always looked put together, but right then, he looked battered, as though he had demons fighting inside him to get out.

It was more than obvious to anyone who looked that he cared for Talya and that his feelings were returned, so Eric didn't see the problem. But there was one that much was obvious.

"Sylvia won't be back," Eric said into the silence. "Even though I told her I didn't want her back at Poles, she agreed without much fighting." He ran his hands over his head in agitation. "There's something else that you need to know."

Yuri met Eric's gaze at his tone.

"Some a.s.shole has been sending her notes at the club." Eric held his hand up to silence the words on Yuri's tongue. "I don't know a great deal about them. She only admitted that to me back there. I'll take her to her apartment tomorrow, so if you could meet us there around eleven, that would be good. I'm presuming that's where she has the notes."

"Does her accident tonight have anything to do with them?" Yuri asked, his tone p.i.s.sed.

"I don't know and neither does Sylvia really."

"She has the feeling though, right?"

"She said she saw someone in the crowd who she thinks may be sending the notes to her, but she doesn't know for sure."

"Blyad!" Yuri got to his feet and paced. "I wish she'd talked to me about this."

Eric stood in his way. "She planned on talking to you after her s.h.i.+ft tonight. I don't want you getting p.i.s.sed at her. She's pretty shaken after tonight."

"I am not a total d.i.c.k. I am p.i.s.sed that Talya did not trust me enough to tell me."

If Eric had to guess it was Talya's part in all this that hurt the big Russian, even though Sylvia's silence no doubt p.i.s.sed him off as well.

"I don't think it had anything to do with trust, at least, where you're concerned. Sylvia obviously asked her to keep it to herself. You can't be angry with Talya for doing what her best friend asked."

"Logically, I know you are correct." Yuri left it at that, and taking his cell from the pocket of his leather jacket, started to punch out what Eric guessed to be a message.

Eric shook his head at the guy and turned to finally find Sylvia's doctor.

Chapter Twelve.

After being woken through the night, all Sylvia wanted to do was sleep now that the sun seeped through the blinds into Eric's bedroom. He'd been so good and caring for her that he brought tears to her eyes. She didn't know that the tough guy had it in him, and now that she did know, she hoped he'd stay the gorgeous loving guy.

She wanted to be able to call him hers, to stake her claim on him so that every other woman out there knew he was taken. She had no idea how he'd feel about that, but after the past night, she knew that he wouldn't be going anywhere, at least, anytime soon.

He'd called Sebastian and explained why she wouldn't be at work for the next few days, and had managed to put him off from visiting. She knew that Ramon wouldn't be as put off as Sebastian. He really was just a very good friend, and someone she'd always found easy to talk to.

When she'd told Eric about not being disappointed when she found out that Ramon was gay, she'd meant every word. Perhaps there had been a slight twinge of regret, but nothing that had caused her to lose sleep over.

Nothing had felt like it did when she was near Eric, and when his arm was curved around her waist, like it was right now, she actually felt as though she was home. The thought of going back to her apartment to spend her nights without him didn't sit well with her.

He'd spoiled her, and all she wanted was to stay put where she was. Although, she expected they'd have to dress at some point.

Sighing into the pillow, she felt Eric's arm tighten around her waist as he snuggled her closer to his hard body. He'd given her a T-s.h.i.+rt to wear last night, and he'd kept his shorts on when he'd climbed into the bed he put her in. Her body wasn't up to doing anything then or that morning, but the feel of his warmth as it surrounded her made her feel cherished.

"How are you feeling?" Eric whispered into her neck, placing a lingering kiss there before he moved to her injured shoulder blade. With such tenderness, he caressed over the bruising with his lips, sending s.h.i.+vers of delight through her body.

It didn't take much for him to arouse her, but when she badly ached after last night's trauma, the last thing she needed was to be frustrated to all h.e.l.l, like Eric would be. She could already feel his rigid d.i.c.k as it pressed against her bottom. It throbbed against her, which caused her to wiggle back.

"f.u.c.k," Eric growled, and gripped her hip to keep her still. "I want you, but not until you're fully recovered." His hand flexed on her hip as she felt him take a long inhale. "I'm just going to stay hard as f.u.c.k until you're ready for me."

Sylvia laughed, and reached down to bring his hand up to her mouth. She caressed his palm, and kissed each of his fingers in turn. "I want you now, but my body is too sore after the fall." She nuzzled into his palm. "You're not the only one who's going to be frustrated."

They laid in silence until Eric's cell started to buzz on the nightstand behind him. The disappointment that their coc.o.o.n had been breached was hard to swallow.

Eric rolled to his back and grabbed the annoying thing, but before he read the message, he was back with his front flush against Sylvia's back, erection and all. What she wouldn't give to touch him. To be able to have her way with him while he lay back and enjoyed himself. The opportunity would arise in a day or two, when she was back to normal. Or would it? Eric liked to be in charge so she guessed it would be debatable as to whether or not he'd allow her full access to his completion.

"We need to start getting ready," he broke into her thoughts. "Yuri will be at your apartment in just over an hour."

Her heart sank. Talking to Yuri about the notes was the last thing she wanted to do, but she figured it was best to get it out of the way. Yuri wouldn't be impressed with her holding back on him, she knew that without a fact. He'd be p.i.s.sed. In fact, Eric had been annoyed with her last night when she'd told him, and if she hadn't been in the hospital, he'd have had a lot to say on the matter.

"I don't want to move, but I'll run you a bath."

When she stayed silent, he asked, "Sylvia? A bath, okay?"

"I'd love one." She felt close to tears.

"Hey." Eric carefully rolled her onto her back, and made sure her injured shoulder didn't hit the mattress. Hovering over her, he asked, "Are you alright? Do you need any pain medication?"

"I do ache, but my headache has gone and just left me feeling fuzzy. I might take one after I've bathed. I'll see how the warm water loosens me up."

"Fair enough. Give me a minute to run the bath."

"Okay."

When Eric jumped from the bed, Sylvia couldn't take her eyes from his body. Every inch of him was hard and toned, including the large bulge in the front of his shorts. She licked her lips to moisten them as they'd gone dry, especially when he faced her and dropped his shorts.

His rigid erection sprang free and bounced with arousal. He was thick and long. The more she stared at him, the more he hardened, which she didn't think was possible.

His hissed, "Sylvia," didn't do anything to avert her gaze, and as her eyes finally took in the rest of his bronzed body and met his stare, she knew her bath would wait. She might be bruised and aching, but right then she needed to be naked with him.

With only a small wince of pain, Sylvia yanked the T-s.h.i.+rt over her head and tossed it to the floor. "Make love to me, Eric. It will have to be slow, but I'm wet and aching between my legs and only you can ease me."

He growled and closed his eyes before they snapped open as he stalked toward her. "I told myself to let you be. To get you in the bath before I used the shower in my room to get rid of the tension in my body."

"You were going to beat off," Sylvia gasped. "I would have liked to watch you." She widened her thighs as he stood at the foot of the bed so that he could see how wet he made her. "Touch yourself, right now, for me."

She had no idea what she was doing because being this s.e.xually explicit was so not her. She'd rather do than talk about it. Despite being close with Talya, she always got embarra.s.sed talking about s.e.x with her.

"I'm trying my f.u.c.king best not to dive on you right now, and that talk isn't helping my control." As he talked, his hand wrapped around his c.o.c.k and slowly started a back and forth motion. The crown bulged and dripped with prec.u.m, a sure sign of his excitement.

"I'm so f.u.c.king close." He released his shaft and kneeled on the bed. His hands slid up her legs and came to rest at the juncture of her thighs. His fingers spread, and his thumbs rubbed along the seam of her p.u.s.s.y lips, before one settled against her c.l.i.t.

Her hips moved with want, and it wasn't long before he couldn't wait any longer; he slid all the way inside. Her v.a.g.i.n.al walls squeezed and spread around his shaft to make room for him. They held him tight and smothered his c.o.c.k with her warm wet heat that didn't want to let him go.