Love in Purgatory (De La Fuente Family 2)

She wasn’t going there. No way. “I can’t. Please try and forget that.”

Eric stared at her long and hard. “I want you to promise me that, while he’s here, you’ll tell him what happened. He needs to know, Emelia?”

The silence settled between them while she realized that she didn’t have much choice. No matter how embarrassing it would get, she owed Dante the truth.

“I promise. I’ll tell him.” She picked up her second coffee within the hour, and sat on the sofa across from where Eric had dropped his ass. “So, any advice as to how to go about this? Do I just blurt it out to Mom? Or do I get them both together and blurt it out with you in the room as well? Or...ugh, I don’t know.”

She rested her feet on the coffee table and waited, wondering what Eric was thinking.

“I think you’d be more comfortable talking to your mom alone. Am I right?”

Sighing, she nodded. “I’ve always found it easier talking to one parent alone than them both together, and this time isn’t going to be easy...I’m so nervous, Eric.”

“I know, Sis.”

Her eyes snapped to his and he softly smiled. “You’ll always be that to me, and the more time I’ve thought about you and Dante, the more I realize that you were both made to be together. Just be prepared for the others, especially Diego, to not be as happy or understanding as I am.”

“I know. There’s probably a lot of upset ahead, which is why I’ve always been so torn about saying anything.” She bit her lip and took the cup of coffee that Eric passed to her.

“It won’t last, and everything is always best out in the open.”

She heard footsteps heading toward the kitchen, and then the sound of someone quickly rummaging in the cupboard for a box of cereal. The flakes could be heard as the box was shook to judge if there was enough in the box. Everyone did that.

“We’ll talk later,” she said quietly just as her mom entered the living room.

“Morning.” Lucia smiled. “You’re both up early.”

Chapter Fifteen

Her cherry red lips wrapped around his flesh while her gaze held his. His eyes fluttered and closed when he felt the first swirl of her tongue around the head of his dick, and just the sound of her moan when she tasted his precum was enough to nearly have him coming in her mouth.

He groaned and arched off the bed with the pleasure that coursed through his body...so much pleasure…

Dante shot up into a sitting position on his bed, his gasp heavy in the silence of the room while his heart pounded. A light sheen of sweat coated his skin while he lay back down and closed his eyes to try and pull himself together. At least, he hadn’t woken releasing all over himself like the previous times he’d had the erotic dream about him and Emelia.

His flesh burned with need as his fists clenched at his sides and his legs twisted in the covers that were tangled around his feet. He continued to pant and started to fill his head with thoughts of his brothers. Anything to try and lesson how tense his body was.

Eric entered his head first, because he

knew that he was already at the house. He would talk to him once he’d had his morning coffee and put something in his stomach. Out of all his brothers, Eric was the closest to him. All his brothers meant the world to him and he’d be there if any of them ever needed him, but Eric had always been the one that he’d gone to when he’d needed to talk or when he’d had enough of his own company.

His fists released the death grip that they’d had on the bed as his body started to ease while thinking about his brother, but soon thoughts of Emelia, beautiful Emelia, filled his head, again. What would the others think if they knew of his love for her? Would they be as understanding as Eric was? Or would they be disgusted?

The night before, he’d arrived late during the early hours of the morning. There had been a blizzard in Denver, which had prevented the flight from taking off. At least he’d arrived in one piece after the bumpy journey. Planes weren’t his favorite thing, and flying over the Rockies often resulted in a more than smooth flight.

He sighed and twisted his head to glance at the clock: eleven. It had been a long while since he’d slept passed eight. He’d been exhausted.

With his body under control, he felt able to head to his bathroom without his erection causing him issues. And as he stepped under the hot stream of water, the rest of his body started to relax.

Tension had been his constant companion for weeks, more so since he’d talked to the bishop, who resided in Denver.

Dante had made the arrangements for another Priest to take Mass in Frederick while he was gone, but the Bishop had requested a brief meeting with him before he’d caught his flight.

Shampooing his dark hair, he groaned wondering how much the bishop had suspected. Bishop Colin Sommer had been there with him since before he’d joined the seminary. The bishop knew him better than the others in the clergy, so he’d know that something bothered him. He didn’t have many friends in the priesthood, more like acquaintances, apart from Colin, that was.

Colin would know he hadn’t been exactly truthful. He hadn’t lied about needing to visit his family, he just hadn’t explained that it was Emelia that he had to talk to.

Pulling on a well-worn pair of blue jeans that hung low on his hips, and a long sleeved, pale blue T-shirt, he then stood and looked at himself in the mirror on the inside of his closet door.