Love in Montana (De La Fuente Family 1)

Eric had brought her into the sunroom with two mugs of hot chocolate, and a blanket. He’d used the blanket to wrap them up as they snuggled together and watched the weather. She’d never seen a winter storm as fierce.

The wind howled as the large snow flurries swirled down to the ground in an angry storm. She worried about Emelia and the others being out in the weather and hoped they’d taken shelter.

She felt safe in Eric’s arms…and loved. He treated her like his princess, and although she’d never been a sappy fool, she loved it, and him.

“What’s your family farm like?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts.

She smiled against him, wanting him to know all about them. “My parents’ dairy farm is a couple of hours drive from Lexington. They love the land and everything they’ve done to it over the years. My brother, Kane, helps out when he can, but he’s busy with his own work. His wife, Kelly, does the paperwork for the business, but she gets frustrated not being hands on.” Sylvia raised her head up from his chest and held his gaze. Her smile infectious as his lips twitched.

“Until Sam, their young daughter is in school, she isn’t going to get much chance of that. They deal with it, and they’re happy. Being a dairy farmer just wasn’t in the cards for me. I feel guilty about that, but they’ve never mad

e me doubt my decision to leave home and follow a different path. I love my job working for Sebastian and Michael, and most days, it’s also entertaining with how they banter off the other. They’ve been good to me and always been there if I’ve needed them.”

“Will you take me to meet them?” He clarified, “Your family?”

She reached up and kissed him. “I’d love for you to meet them.” She grinned. “Christmas?”

His hesitation caused her smile to fade. She offered what he’d asked, so why the change in him?

“Forget it,” she whispered, her feelings hurt with his silence.

She pulled away, but he stopped her at the last minute. “I’m sorry. Come back here.” He pulled her back onto his chest, his hands cupped her face. “I promised Lucia that I’d be here for Christmas this year as I haven’t been around for Christmas for more years than I can remember. I’m usually overseas.” He frowned. “We could do Christmas here and the New Year at your parents’.”

She sadly shook her head. “New Year we’re both going to be with the McKenzies for Ramon and Noah’s wedding.”

“Shit. I forgot about that.”

The silence stretched between them.

“Let’s forget about it for now,” she suggested. Her heart cracked a little bit. There wasn’t a solution as she’d promised to be home for Christmas as well. They’d both made a promise that neither would be willing to break. She didn’t blame Eric, it just saddened her to realize they’d be apart for a week over the Christmas holidays.

“Everything will work out,” Eric offered, more optimistic than Sylvia felt and pulled her tight against him.

Her hands splayed on his chest and she wished that there was no shirt between her flesh and his. He had a beautiful chest with hair that lead down to his cock and balls. She loved fondling him, and the quickness with which he hardened was a huge turn on. Those thoughts really needed to stay buried while they were in the sunroom. They didn’t stop her from squirming around on his lap, though.

It didn’t stop Eric’s hand from clamping down on her hips to keep her still, either.

“Behave, babe,” he groaned, and captured her hand in his after she’d scraped her nails over one of his nipples.

“I don’t want to behave.”

Eric chuckled. “Well save that thought. Someone is outside the door.” Then it opened and Dante walked in.

Dante paused when he saw them on the sofa.

“We’re decent, brother,” Eric offered.

They sat up and removed the blanket. Eric quickly yanked his shirt lower to cover his hard-on, which caused Sylvia to smirk before she focused on Dante.

He looked pale and troubled. Her concern had her on her feet and standing in front of him. “What’s wrong?”

She felt Eric come up behind her. “Dante?”

“Mateo called. They’re struggling in this weather to get back. They thought they’d be back before the storm hit, but they’re about two miles away. So close, but not close enough. I’m surprised he got a signal to call.”

“Fuck,” Eric cursed. “Which car did they take?”

“Kasey’s truck. It’s not the best for this weather, but he had the snow tires put on before he got here,” Dante answered.