Love in Montana (De La Fuente Family 1)

“I wasn’t sure you’d let me go all the way like that, but I’m glad you did. It was hot watching you come.”

He growled. “You’re going to kill me.” He lifted her slightly and impaled her back down on his erection.

She groaned in pleasure, her eyes widened. “Already?”

“I have you naked in my arms. What did you expect?” His head dipped and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

* * * * *

Thanksgiving day and Sylvia just wanted to spend the day in bed asleep. The night spent in Eric’s arms had tired her out as they’d been awake for most of the night. She loved being surrounded by him, but she really did need to catch up on sleep, which was why she had snuck off to the sunroom. She figured with all the excitement over the game on the TV that it would be a while before she was missed.

Instead she found Emelia curled up on one of the chairs, her face streaked

with tears.

Her first thought had been to back out and give her some privacy, but she couldn’t do that. Emelia looked heartbroken, and badly in need of comfort.

Moving closer, Emelia must have sensed her, because she sat up and looked around before she tried to hide her tear-stained face.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Sylvia sat beside her and offered a shoulder to Emelia, which she accepted. “What has you so upset? Or should I ask who?”

Emelia looked up and sighed as she moved back into a corner of the sofa. “You know?”

Sylvia shook her head. “Guessed.”

“And doesn’t it bother you that two siblings are in love with the other and not in a sibling way?” Emelia asked while tears continued to run down her face.

“I don’t know what to think to be honest. I’ve seen you both together and it’s obvious that you’re both hurting.”

She nodded. “If Dante would listen, then we wouldn’t need to hurt.”

Sylvia frowned. “What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she hiccupped.

Reaching forward, Sylvia tried to sooth Emelia as she rubbed her arm. “It obviously does.”

Emelia grabbed her wrist and looked to be debating with herself. “You can’t tell anyone, not even Eric.”

Sylvia felt torn. She wanted to help Emelia, but could she keep something of obvious importance away from Eric? She couldn’t.

“I don’t want to start keeping secrets from Eric. It would hurt him deeply if he knew I was holding something back that concerned you and Dante.”

Emelia snapped her eyes to Sylvia. “He knows?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

“Oh, God. He hasn’t said anything. What did he say?”

“Calm down, Emelia. He hasn’t said anything because he doesn’t know what to say. He loves you both and feels torn.”

Sylvia kept to herself just how distracted Eric really was with his two siblings.

“What a mess.” Emelia rested her head back against the sofa and closed her eyes. “It all started with a kiss. There was a party, here at the house, for my twenty-first birthday. Dante had always been mysterious and never around as I was growing up, but then just before my eighteenth birthday, I overheard something that I shouldn’t have. A week later, Dante showed up and I fell in love with him. My young heart knew who and what it wanted, but I was stupid. I thought if I went for it with him that he’d fall for me and everything would be happily ever after, which is why, on my twenty-first, I kissed him. My heart had pounded so hard in my chest as we kissed. He was shocked at first, but then he’d returned my kiss. It went on for a while, but then he shoved me away from him. I had never seen him so furious in my life before that night. Things changed, and there will never be a chance of going back to before it happened. I’m not even sure I’d want to if given the opportunity.”

They fell into silence, which was finally broken with Sylvia’s question, “What did you overhear?”

“God,” she wailed, “I need to tell someone because it’s a hell of a burden to carry.”