De La Fuente Family: Love in Montana Part 9

"I'm not sure how I feel about that." He frowned. "This whole thing is new to me, and I'm worried I'm going to screw it all up."

"Don't worry about that because you're doing well so far." She smiled, and was seconds away from climbing onto his lap, when Dante reappeared.

Dante sighed and poured himself a whiskey before he turned to face them. When he did, though, his face looked strained. As though he was holding himself in check.

Sylvia glanced at Eric, who frowned at his brother before she settled her gaze back on Dante. He placed the untouched gla.s.s down and started for the door. "I'm going next door for a while." He disappeared.

A five minute walk away, which was next door, was the church that Dante presided over. Eric had told her on their trip to Denver that Dante had been there for a few years and that he loved the solitude and his congregation.

Dante was a handsome man, and Sylvia couldn't understand what would leave such a man with a yearning for priesthood. She always a.s.sociated priests with older guys. She wouldn't be surprised if his congregation sat at ma.s.s on a Sunday and drooled over him.

Why would a priest be so troubled though?

"Have I lost you?" Sylvia jumped at Eric's words.

"What?" Sylvia blinked, and focused her attention on him. "Sorry. I was thinking about something."

"Hmm. My brother no doubt." Eric smiled. "He gives me a lot to think about on most occasions...You know what? You need to see the sky from outside." Eric jumped up and pulled her up with him.

At the door, he helped Sylvia into a thermal fleece, and pulled on his own before he held the door open for her to step outside.

"It's a clear night, and just look at the stars."

"It's breathtaking," Sylvia commented as she leaned against the porch railing to gaze up at the night sky.

"Yes she is," Eric whispered.

Sylvia turned and realized Eric was talking about her. The look in his eyes said more than anything ever could, and as he came and stood behind her, his arms curved around her stomach in a loving caress. With a slight tug, he had her wrapped up in his strong arms, and she felt like he never intended to let her go. So, as they watched the stars together, she prayed he never would.

Chapter Fifteen.

The morning walk had turned into something more and Eric didn't know whether to be disgruntled or not. Since they'd started walking, both Sylvia and Emelia had been chatting away, which left him to talk to his brother. Eric had wanted to talk to Dante for a while now to try and get to the bottom of what bothered him. He just didn't expect Sylvia to pa.s.s him over for his sister. He knew he was being too d.a.m.n childish but he just couldn't help himself.

When they'd set off from Dante's cabin that morning, everyone had been quiet, and probably still sleepy, because G.o.d knew he had been after having a naked Sylvia in his arms all night. They'd made love twice-a frantic coupling in the shower and then a slow seduction in bed. Sylvia had been worried about making too much noise with Dante and Emelia being under the same roof, but they'd managed it. He would have had to use his hand if she'd refused because he'd been so f.u.c.king hard for her.

With a quick rearrange in his jeans, Eric stopped to admire the view of the mountains he could see peeping through the trees up ahead. He'd done this trek with Dante before, but the view and the approach never got old.

"You have it bad." Dante laughed, stopping beside him.

Eric frowned.

"It's written all over your face," Dante continued, "plus, this is the first time you've ever introduced anyone to the family."

He expected that to come up and it didn't bother him like he thought it would. So he admitted, "I'm not letting her get away. For one, I'm not going to run unless it's toward, Sylvia." He sighed and gazed at his woman. "She's one in a million and we've been dancing around each other for over twelve months now."

"Twelve months?" Dante commented, and whistled. "That's a h.e.l.l of a long time for you. What took you so long?"

"She was dating Ramon."

"What?"

"He took her out, and to family functions, but it turns out that when Ramon admitted to his feelings for Noah that Sylvia wasn't as disappointed as she could have been. She's mine now, so that's all that really matters."

Dante chuckled. "I'm happy for you, brother. I'll wait to be asked to marry you both."

Eric whipped his head around and faced Dante. "I never said that." His heart beat frantically in his chest at the thought of a permanent commitment. He'd only just come to the realization that he couldn't walk away from her, but marriage? h.e.l.l, that really did give him a fright.

The grin on Dante's face when it finally registered told him he'd been successfully teased.

The a.s.s!

"So, what's going on with you?" Eric turned the tables on his brother. It was a question he'd wanted to ask and had waited for the right moment, so he figured the heart-to-heart was finally the right time.

At first he sensed his brother was going to lie, but then he admitted, "I'm tired, Eric." He moved forward, away from the rock that Sylvia and Emelia were sitting on, and looked out to the valley below. "I don't know what I want anymore. At one time, I knew exactly what I wanted and I went for it, but that ended and I became a priest." Sighing, he sat on a large boulder and leaned forward, his arms rested against his thighs as he met Eric's gaze. "I jumped at religion to hide."

"Hide? From what?" Eric was puzzled.

"Life." Dante glanced over to the women before the view in front of them held his focus. "Something happened that I'm not going to get into, and it sent me running scared, straight to the church. It was a split-second decision and one I've had to live with since then, as well as the consequences of what happened."

"I'm confused. So you regret becoming a priest? Is that what you're saying?" Eric needed him to clarify what he meant because it was the first time he'd ever heard that his brother regretted his decision.

"I don't know anything anymore." Again, Dante glanced at the women and Eric realized it wasn't 'the women' his brother watched, it was their sister, Emelia.

"Let me ask you something else then. What's going on with you and Emelia?" he whispered the question, and his tone held a note of dread. The last thing he needed was her to overhear them talking about her. Their sister had a temper and half. He sure as h.e.l.l didn't want it unleashed in front of Sylvia. "And don't lie to me," he added before Dante could reply.

"I wasn't about to," Dante hissed.

Eric didn't really believe him, but let it go when it was obvious his brother was struggling with something.

"Emelia," he said softly, "is nearly fourteen years my junior. We were never brought up together because I'd already left for school when she was born, and we've never lived in the same house. I know I spent a few nights here and there during school holidays, but they were so far between, and only a day or two, that they don't even count. At first, I never looked at her as my sister out of spite for how quickly father remarried, and as time went by, I never saw her as my sister because I could only see her as...a beautiful, young woman."

His head started to spin at Dante's confession. Eric's thoughts had drifted close to that outcome on more than one occasion, and he'd even hinted at such to Sylvia. He had no idea how he was supposed to react because Eric did consider Emelia his sister. She'd gotten under his skin as a baby when she used to cling to him and refuse to let go.

"It's wrong on so many levels, and now she's moved in with me and refuses to leave. She says she has nowhere else to go. Apparently, Diego's a manwh.o.r.e and lives with a revolving door, and Dad and Lucia constantly throw single guys at her." Dante frowned. "I don't want her around any of that." Dante looked tormented when he finally met Eric's gaze. "I'm a priest, Eric, and she's my f.u.c.king sister," he hissed, his voice breaking.

"You need to tell her to go home...Wait, how does she feel about you? Is this one-sided or does she...s.h.i.+t." Eric stood beside his brother. "All the s.h.i.+t she's done has been to get your attention. I heard about the night she went to Poles and you took her out of there. That's it isn't it?"

"I think so," he admitted, resigned.

"Has anything ever happened between you? Something that made it clear about this...this...attraction you both have going on." He could hardly get the words out.

His brother and his sister! It was wrong because, while Emelia had a different mother, she was still their half-sister.

"It doesn't matter." Dante stood beside him and the silence washed over them until Dante admitted, "She kissed me on her twenty-first birthday."

That surprised Eric because, back then, Emelia had been shy, but beautiful. Eric and his brothers had been fighting prospective boyfriends away from her since she'd turned sixteen. They were guys so they knew that boys that age only wanted inside a girl's panties, and no way was anyone touching their sister. She hadn't been interested though. And now he knew why.

"Are you telling me something else happened?"

Dante shook his head. "Not really." He sighed. "You might as well know it all. She kissed me and turned me on like no one else ever had, so I ran to the church." He laughed, but not in a happy way. "I was thirty-four and never had a reaction like that with anyone else. I prayed for answers and then followed those answers to the priesthood."

Eric didn't know how he felt about his brother's confession, but, "They say confession is good for the soul," he said out loud. "So maybe you'll get some peace now."

"Not as long as she's living under the same roof as me." He glanced at Emelia again, and cleared his throat. "This is between us, right?"

"You know it is." Eric felt like he held the world on his shoulders with Dante's heartfelt words. No wonder he'd been tormented all these years. No wonder he ran to the church.

Dante had always been deeply religious, so what happened back then would have been more difficult than it would have been for Eric or his brothers to deal with. Eric felt for his brother, no matter how wrong he thought what happened between Dante and Emelia was.

"You two have been in deep discussion," Sylvia commented, and slipped her arm around his back. Emelia stayed sitting on the rock and, after a quick glance over to them, turned back to the view in front of her.

"Yeah, we have." Eric kissed her brow, and brought her into his embrace. "Thank you." He was thanking her for letting them talk. He thanked her for just being there with him and offering comfort when she knew he needed it.

"Can you guide everyone back to the truck?" Dante asked. "I want to check on something first."

"Yeah, sure." Eric agreed, and watched as his brother disappeared into the forest of trees.

"Is he okay?" Sylvia asked, concern for Dante clear in her voice as she rested her head against Eric's chest.

"I'm not sure."

"Oh, great! He's left us," Emelia sulked, standing behind Sylvia with her arms crossed and looking p.i.s.sed as h.e.l.l.

"He wanted to check something out, and stop acting like you're twelve," Eric snapped.

Emelia glared in Eric's direction and then turned away as she stomped back down the trail.

That went well!

Chapter Sixteen.

Sylvia hadn't asked Eric about his conversation with his brother even though she knew it had something to do with Emelia. Eric's sister had known they were talking about her and she'd appeared more resigned than anything else.

The day with Emelia had been enjoyable though, at least before they reached the vista. Emelia had talked about her twin brother, Diego-about how much she missed him since he lived and worked in New York. Sylvia didn't blame her for not wanting to stay with him after the tales she told. Her love for her sibling shone bright just like it did when she talked about Eric. Dante, though, she'd had a sad look on her face when she'd mentioned him briefly. The subject had been changed to what Sylvia thought was a safe topic. There was certainly something going on between them, but she figured Emelia would tell her if she wanted her to know. It wasn't like they'd been friends for years.

When they got back to Dante's, Emelia had gone out with a friend and Dante had retreated to his church, which meant Sylvia and Eric had the cabin to themselves.

She'd been slightly uncomfortable when Eric had made love to her the night before because she'd been afraid Dante and Emelia would hear them. Eric soon had her forgetting about his siblings as he'd used his mouth on her, which is what she was about to do to him.

She'd retreated for a nap again after lunch and as she crept down the stairs, she could see Eric lounging on the sofa with a paperback open, but splayed on his chest.

He was asleep.

Not for long.

With thick socks on her feet, Sylvia made her way quietly to the end of the sofa and admired the man lying before her. His long frame filled out his jeans and s.h.i.+rt just fine. The waist of his jeans dipped low, and his s.h.i.+rt had risen, which left the skin of his belly and the start of his V showing. Her mouth suddenly felt dry as she imagined licking all of his flesh, especially the one that had started to grow behind his zipper. That's when she looked up and met his glittering, green eyes.

How long he'd been awake, she had no idea but at least she didn't have to try and wake him before she started what she'd planned. The last thing she'd wanted to do was shock him awake with her touch, him being a former soldier and all.

"You look like you're up to no good," rumbled out of his mouth, dark and s.e.xy as sin, his eyes hooded.

"Hmm. Maybe I am." She straddled his lower legs, and dipped her head. Her hands fell to either side of his waist to hold herself above him as she placed a kiss to his navel. His belly quivered, his hips arched, and the gasp of pleasure that left his lips gave her the courage to carry on with her seduction.

She'd never taken the lead before, even though he tempted her like no other. "You keep your hands to yourself." She warned and met his gaze while moving his s.h.i.+rt out of the way to give her access to his sculpted chest. "I want this off."

"That can be arranged." Eric grabbed the bottom of the s.h.i.+rt and yanked the garment over his head, letting it fall to the floor, all too eager.

Sylvia laughed and delighted in his moan when her tongue lapped at one of his nipples. It hardened under her a.s.sault, and as she moved to his other, Eric arched his hips into her. She smiled. He was impatient. The evidence was hard against her stomach. She wanted to tease him though. She wanted him as aroused as he made her.

His skin scorched her mouth, and as she moved lower, his breath hitched when her tongue dipped below the waistband of his jeans. The bulge covered by denim looked about to burst his zipper.

Wicked thoughts ran through her head, but the one at the forefront, she followed through and traced the thickness with her teeth.

Eric came up from the sofa with a curse on his lips, panting hard. "This is going to be over with quickly if you don't slow down."

"I can't slow down." The b.u.t.ton snapped open on his jeans, followed by his zipper as Sylvia slowly slid it down. She gasped when his rigid erection burst free, nearly smacking her in the face.

With a giggle and some help from Eric, she dragged his jeans past his hips so she could fully cup him in her hands. He was impressive, and completely free of hair around his b.a.l.l.s, but a small amount was trimmed where his V ended. Her hand twitched to slide through the dark hair, and as she leaned forward to swirl her tongue around the dripping crown, she did just that. The hair was silky soft and he twitched against her tongue.

Eric really was large all over and his c.o.c.k enlarged even more with the caress of her hands and mouth. He tasted of musky male and she couldn't get enough. All too soon, he reached for her and, with a slight tug of her hair, had her up against his chest, his lips sealed to hers.

With a growl he devoured her mouth. Not a crevice was left untouched while he flipped them over, which was easier said than done. But when she was flat on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, she slid her hands through his short, dark hair. He held her close and started to kiss down her neck, and he nibbled around her b.r.e.a.s.t.s through her s.h.i.+rt. It wasn't long before his hands started to slide the s.h.i.+rt up her torso to bare her to his eyes.

"You make me ache. You're so beautiful." Eric flipped open the front fastening on her bra and cupped her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands. They overflowed but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, his erection throbbed all the more where it pressed against her panty-clad p.u.s.s.y. She'd left her jeans upstairs when she'd woken because she'd planned on getting Eric aroused.

His thumbs grazed over her nipples before his head dipped. He left a trail of heat between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, down to her navel and lower where he planted a kiss to her mound.

The heat she felt between her thighs had turned to an inferno, and if he weren't careful, she'd be coming before he even got her panties off. Eric traced the seam of her panties with his tongue, his breath hot against her bare thighs.

He quickly kneeled and gripped her hips in his hands and brought her a.s.s onto his knees. A hand slipped inside her panties and found her wet p.u.s.s.y. He stroked; his fingers were magic and had her strung so high that her o.r.g.a.s.m had started to build low in her belly. It felt like a whole lot of fireworks were about to explode, but she didn't want to come unless he was inside her.

He'd turned the table on her by taking over her seduction so she wanted to come on his c.o.c.k. "Stop," she blurted. "Get inside me."