De La Fuente Family: Love in Montana Part 8

Sylvia knew that he held on by a thread. His arms at either side of her head, quivered with the need that he was holding back so that he didn't hurt her. She wanted him to pound into her, but knew that he wouldn't. She also knew that she wouldn't be able to handle such pa.s.sion at that moment while her shoulder and body ached.

But she also ached in a different way. In a way that only Eric could ease.

"Move."

"If I move, I'm afraid I won't be able to go slow." He rested his forehead against hers and kissed her on the end of her nose.

He returned her smile, and slowly withdrew from her. The intense pleasure she felt as he slowly made love to her opened her heart fully to him. She loved him.

She loved him!

At the realization that he held her heart, fireworks started to burst inside her. The climax rippled through her and gripped onto his c.o.c.k so tightly that his curse was the last coherent thing between them as he swelled even more and released his warm seed into her.

While catching their breath minutes later, Eric leaned close and placed a tender kiss to her lips, which told her everything she needed to know.

Chapter Thirteen.

Eric couldn't sit still anymore as he listened to Sylvia and Talya as they told him and Yuri about the notes that they initially put down to fan mail. Apparently, it wasn't unknown for the girls to receive fan mail from some of the regulars, or even guys who just stopped by to see what Poles was about. But the guy who had taken a liking to Sylvia had started going beyond that of a normal fan.

Once or twice during the discussion, Eric had left the room to get his jealousy and anger under control. He wanted to shout at Sylvia for being an idiot and not telling Yuri, or him, about the notes. If the steam coming out of Yuri's ears was anything to go by, he was just as p.i.s.sed. Eric just couldn't decide who Yuri was p.i.s.sed the most at, Sylvia or Talya.

The sight of Sylvia with tears overflowing her beautiful eyes was what settled him down. The tears were more likely because of his cold att.i.tude toward her since they arrived and the notes appeared.

He hadn't meant to be a b.a.s.t.a.r.d and leave her out in the cold, but he'd been close to losing his s.h.i.+t when he saw there were more notes than a few. There must have been about twenty plus on the coffee table.

He sat beside her, and pulled her onto his lap. She curled up without any hesitation, and wrapped her arms around his neck. In the shelter of his arms, he kept her there while he focused on Yuri, who looked like he was about to blow. There didn't seem to be any calm in him.

Talya must have sensed Yuri's fury because she stayed away from him. His face was a thundercloud. Eric winced and felt sorry for Talya who looked alone, curled up in the oversized chair. She was nervous and he didn't blame her.

"Ia doverial tebe I ty solgal," Yuri seethed at Talya. "I trusted you and you lied."

Talya looked as though he'd slapped her across the face. Her face drained with color, except her cheeks, which were flushed. Her eyes welled with tears and when she looked down at her hands clenched in her lap, one slipped down her cheeks. She looked heartbroken and the room crackled with tension as Sylvia s.h.i.+fted in his lap. She moved to get up for her friend, but Eric held her tightly as he watched Talya breathe in deeply as though she was picking up the pieces of her heart. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with steel, the sadness that was in them seconds before was gone, but Eric doubted that she wasn't crushed. Like a leopard, she uncurled and stood, her eyes blazing at Yuri as she swiped at the errant tear on her cheek. "I can't do this anymore," she whispered. "I'm not coming back to Poles. I'm through. Have a nice life, Yuri."

With one final glance around the room, she turned on her heel and retreated to her room. The room filled with an uncomfortable silence. Her broken words had gotten to Eric, who considered himself hard as steel. He blamed Sylvia for his compa.s.sionate side coming out.

Yuri looked like a man defeated, and the 'note' problem was still apparent with no end or solution in sight, or even discussed.

As Yuri's eyes stayed glued to Talya's door, Eric said, "Can we please get back on track here?"

"Da." With a heavy sigh, Yuri rubbed his bald head as though it ached, which it probably did, and focused back on the problem at hand.

"We need to find the b.a.s.t.a.r.d who is doing this, and find out whether or not he is a serious threat to Sylvia. Da?" Yuri looked at her, and waited for her to meet his gaze. "You think it is one of the new regulars?"

She nodded.

"The tall blond one?" Yuri asked, but Sylvia shook her head.

"No. He's tall, with a lanky frame and dark hair. He wears it close to his head, he has a tattoo on his neck. I think on the left side."

"Da." Yuri snapped his fingers and got to his feet. "I recognize him. If he keeps to his usual schedule, then he will be there tonight. My men will question him and get to the bottom of this. I promise you, Moia milaia Sil'viia."

"It's annoying when you slip into Russian," Eric grouched because he was sure that Yuri had said an endearment to Sylvia.

Yuri snickered. "I shall repeat myself in English, for you. I said, my sweet Sylvia." The glitter of amus.e.m.e.nt in Yuri's eye warned Eric that he deliberately teased, which is why he didn't respond.

"You have nothing to worry about." Yuri stood, and glanced at Talya's door. "Look after her for me," he asked, his gaze unmoved from her bedroom door.

"I will," Sylvia agreed. "She's special."

Yuri glanced to Sylvia before he made his way to the door. When he reached it, he paused, his gaze on the wood in front of him. "She is," he whispered, and with those words, he left.

"What's going on with those two?" Eric asked.

He knew Yuri was a lot more than what he seemed, regardless of the clubs and the fighting house; he had strong ideas that broke away from his family. Eric knew that they let him be, but he didn't know for how long that would last.

"It's Talya's story to tell." She offered Eric a small smile. "They should be together, and I hope one day they work it out enough so that can happen. It hurts seeing my friend so upset over him, especially knowing that he feels the same about her."

Sylvia moved from his lap and tried to get up, but he held her firm. "Where are you going?"

"I need to check on Talya."

"Talya is fine," her friend said as she leaned against the doorway to her room. "Or I will be."

Her red rimmed eyes made it clear that she'd been crying, but it seemed like she was trying to pull herself together for their benefit. Eric had no idea what was keeping them apart. He didn't think it was because they were 'boss and employee'; it had to be something more. He shrugged and let it go. It had nothing to do with him.

Instead he'd concentrate on Sylvia, and perhaps a change of scenery while she recovered. At that thought, he asked, "Do you want to come to Denver with me? I want to visit my brother, and the fresh air will do you some good."

"We have fresh air in Lexington as well." She chuckled, but then her laugh slipped as she contemplated his offer. He loved watching as the wheels turned in her head and she chewed her bottom lip between her teeth.

"We'll stay with my brother, but it will be good to get away. Just the two of us." He hoped she'd agree because the more he thought about the trip, the more he realized just how much he wanted to head out there, and to have Sylvia along would be an added bonus. Plus, he had no intention of leaving her.

The thought of not seeing her for a few days didn't sit well with him, especially now that some a.s.shole was after her.

"Yes." Sylvia smiled and focused on her friend in the kitchen. "Are you okay if I go away for a few days with Eric?"

"Of course I'm okay with that. Regardless of what Yuri said about looking after me, I don't need a sitter."

"Of course you don't." Sylvia slipped free of his grip and moved closer to her friend before she pulled Talya into her arms. "You know he cares for you even though he can be a d.i.c.k at times. All men are on occasion."

Eric cleared his throat, and amus.e.m.e.nt shone in his green eyes when Sylvia met his gaze. "d.i.c.k's huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Present company excluded...for now."

Holding his hand out, Eric stood and pulled her into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head and met her friend's gaze. "I'll look after her."

"I know you will," Talya said.

With a slight nod, he caressed up Sylvia's arms and looked into her eyes. She was beautiful and the way she looked at him was humbling. It was as though he was her whole world, and even though he'd realized that she was going to be his woman and that he cared deeply for her, he was afraid of letting her down.

"We need to get you checked out again with the doc to make sure you're okay to fly after having a concussion. All being well, we'll leave tomorrow." He kissed her brow.

"Okay. Come and help me pack." She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

Eric sat on her bed and before he could have much of a look around, the door was closed and she was straddling his thighs. His arms wrapped around her as he snuggled her close. "I thought we were packing."

"We will. I just need you close for a few minutes before you leave."

Leave?

"Leave? Babe, when I leave, you'll be with me." Did she not know that he had no intention of letting her get away from him?

"I am?"

"Sylvia," he cupped her face in his hands and after planting a quick kiss to her lips, he continued, "Where I go, you go. Where you go, I go. Is that clear about what is going to happen between us? I'm not obsessive or any of that s.h.i.+t, but I like having you next to me during the night. I don't want to miss you."

"Wow. Okay then. I'd like that, and in truth, that's what I wanted. I just didn't want to push you into something you weren't sure about."

Eric gave her a megawatt grin, which soon turned l.u.s.tful when Sylvia's eyes darkened with arousal. "The only thing I'm sure about right now is my want of you." He sealed his mouth over hers.

Their mouths blended together, and when their tongues tangled together, he knew that he intended to keep this woman as his.

Chapter Fourteen.

After her nap on arrival at Dante's house in Frederick, Colorado, Sylvia made her way downstairs by following the masculine voices she could hear. She hadn't napped for too long, although her stomach told her that she'd probably missed dinner.

Dante's home was a log cabin, and fit well into the scenery. From anywhere in the house, she could see the beautiful vistas, but the mountains were breathtaking when you stepped onto the wraparound porch. It didn't matter on which side of the cabin you stood, the view was amazing. It was no wonder that Dante hadn't moved since he'd arrived in Frederick.

Eric hadn't told her the full story of his brother, but she'd caught Dante deep in thought several times since they'd arrived, which told her more than anyone could. He was troubled.

Their sister, Emelia, seemed really nice, although a tad bit quiet, which surprised Sylvia considering how much Emelia had talked and teased at Ramon's wedding. She did nothing but make digs at Caprice, her brother Mateo's fiancee. So the quiet girl, who was only two years older than Sylvia, had to be troubled, too.

Neither of the men seemed to want to deal with whatever was going on, and Sylvia wasn't all that sure if her concern would be received well by Emelia.

"Hey, you're awake." She'd been spotted by Eric, and felt all eyes on her as he made his observation.

"I am." Smiling, Sylvia joined Eric on the sofa and curled into his side. She might have woken from her nap, but she still felt tired.

"I was just telling Eric," Dante started, and snagged Sylvia's attention, "that tomorrow I'll take you into the back country. The lakes and mountains are wonderful to visit. It's beautiful, albeit cold and thicker snow up there, but it's breathtaking. A storm is due in a few days so it's best to get it over with as soon as possible so you don't miss out."

He wasn't lying about the cold. Winter seemed to have already started in Colorado, which was why Eric had made her pack her thermal clothes and winter gear. To which she was grateful. She actually couldn't wait to get outside and up into the mountains. The solitude would bother others, but not Sylvia. She loved the peace and quiet, which was why she had set her heart on the cottage outside of Lexington. It was surrounded by fields. Her nearest neighbor would be a couple of miles down the road. A total escape for her when she wasn't at work.

"You game?" Eric whispered into her ear while he caressed her hip with his wandering hand.

"Yes. I can't wait to explore." She tried not to sound too eager or act like a child because she was excited. It was her first time in Colorado and she didn't want to spend it resting indoors.

"We'll have to get Emelia to come with us." Eric met his brother's gaze and returned Dante's frown.

Perhaps they did know something was going on with their sister and didn't know how to help her. Or perhaps they'd tried and been knocked back for interfering, especially if it was a female problem.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Dante finally announced. "She'll be more of a hindrance than anything."

"Thanks, brother." Emelia stood in the doorway looking as though she fought back tears. "It's nice to know what you really think of me."

She turned and her feet were heavy as she ran up the stairs.

"f.u.c.k! Dante, why can't you keep your mouth shut," Eric steamed. "It's obvious to anyone that something is wrong with her, and you're not helping."

"I didn't know she was there," Dante mumbled, but his eyes said more than that. They said he was hurting. "And watch your mouth." Dante glared at his brother.

"We're not in your church, brother." Eric looked away, his anger noticeable.

Sylvia took his hand and kissed his palm before sliding hers inside.

"Thank you," he whispered before glancing back to his brother. "You need to apologize to her. She looked too upset to just let it go."

Dante sighed, and looked tired as he moved to follow his sister. "I'll try, but I'm not sure she likes me anymore."

His words and the way he said them was as though he had just lost the woman he loved."

When she heard Dante's feet on the stairs, Sylvia turned and faced Eric, confused.

That was no brother and sister fall out, it appeared to be a lot more. "What's going on with them?"

"I mentioned before that they'd never lived under the same roof."

Sylvia nodded.

"The truth is what I think is going on is probably so far from the truth, at least I hope it is, considering..." He didn't finish his sentence, which left Sylvia more puzzled than before. What was he trying to say?

"Don't think about it. I try not to." Eric settled her back against the sofa, and swung her legs up over his lap. "How are you really feeling?"

"I'm really okay. Stop worrying about me." The idea of him worrying about her made her feel loved, and a soft look crossed her face as she gazed at him. "I'm happy, Eric. Happier than I've been in a long time, and I owe that to you."