They made their way back in silence, and Eric brought the SUV to a stop as close as he could to the front steps of the house to make it easier for everyone to get inside as visibility was bad.
He watched as the others exited, and he couldn’t help smile at Dante carrying Emelia inside. Mateo wasn’t as willing, but he did keep hold of Caprice’s arm as they walked up the steps into the house. The last thing they needed was for the stupid woman to go astray in the middle of the storm. It had been bad enough having to drive in it looking for Kasey’s truck.
As he followed the others inside, he only had time to remove his jacket before he caught Sylvia up in his arms as she ran to him. Her arms held him tight, and he really felt as though he was home.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
“I’m fine, and all the better now that I have you in my arms.”
Pulling back, she cupped his face and brought him closer so she could kiss him. It made his heart flutter, and took everything in him to not drag her back into his arms for more.
“Hold that thought,” Eric begged, against her lips.
He quickly kissed her and entwined their fingers together.
Over the top of Sylvia’s head, Diego came rushing into the room and went straight for his twin. He yanked Emelia out of Dante’s arms and into his. Eric noticed that Emelia kept her eyes on Dante as he shoved his hands into his pockets and left the room. Emelia’s eyes filled with tears, which she gave into as Diego held her. Lucia fluttered behind them, wanting to hold her daughter who stayed securely in Diego’s embrace. He didn’t think either of them knew Lucia was there.
They were used to the winters of Montana, but for some reason everyone’s emotions were running wild.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sylvia hated seeing Eric so troubled. When she’d woken from sleep, it had taken her a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. It hadn’t taken her long to discover where Eric was. His silhouette was clear to see in the chair by the window, and he was as naked as the day he was born.
She knew he was distracted by two of his siblings, but she knew he’d talk when he was ready.
Going over to the window, she needed to comfort him. That changed when she touched him and caught his dick twitch and start to swell. She knew of a different way to offer comfort. The question was, would he let her? She planned to find out.
Trailing kisses down over his shoulder, she moved in front of him and stepped between his spread thighs. Her tongue traced a wet path over his chest with small bites to each of his nipples. He growled and arched his hips up from the chair.
He ended up rubbing his dick between her breasts so he did it again and again, until she moved further down his torso. Her fingers skimmed his ribs as she made her way toward her main objective—his heavily swollen shaft.
Kneeling at his feet, she had an up close and personal view of her beautiful man. She loved the fact that he had a hairy chest because it wasn’t only sexy as hell, it grazed her nipples when he was over her, making love, it made him look even manlier than if he’d been hairless. His chest hair led down to the hair of his groin. He was lighter there, and trimmed around his cock and balls.
She used her fingers to caress the inside of his thighs as she moved closer to her target. His shaft was rigid and reached his navel, his excitement leaked from the slit on the bulging head, which was red and angry in its need. The power she had over him while he was like that made her feel as though she could do anything.
Reaching out, she used a finger to trace from between his legs, up to the end of his dick where she rubbed. His stomach hollowed out and his shaft jumped. “Fuck,” he cursed. “I love having your hands on me.” He closed his eyes and tossed his head back.
His eyes snapped open when she wrapped her hand around him. She moved his shaft away from his body and brought him toward her waiting mouth. His legs quivered as he pulsed in her hand.
He was rock hard with no give as she lapped up all his arousal with her tongue before sucking the head into her mouth. Eric gripped the chair arms as he strained for more.
She didn’t disappoint.
Withdrawing, she tongued the veins that popped along his length; she massaged his balls in her mouth before moving back to take all of him into her throat.
He slipped part way inside when she started to suck and bob her head back and forth on him. Her hand held him tight and stroked with the suction. His grunts and pants were the only indication of his enjoyment, although his hands continued to grip the chair arms.
With her free hand, Sylvia started to play with his sac and rubbed between his legs. Eric gasped and cursed, his hips ground back and forth. He was close and she wanted to send him over, and she knew just how to do it.
His cock started to enlarge, but when she rubbed a finger around his puckered hole he roared and started to fill her mouth. His cum was warm and released in long burst of creamy thickness. It didn’t take long before she had to pull off, so she finished him off with her hand. She found it really hot and arousing to watch when he released—to know that she was responsible for bringing him to his knees.
When Eric had finished and tried to catch his breath, his eyes hooded, Sylvia ran off to fetch a towel to clean them up.
He watched her the whole time she bathed him, and as soon as she’d tossed the cloth back into the bathroom, he brought her down onto his lap.
She knew it wouldn’t be long before he was hard again with need for her, especially with her naked ass pressed against his flaccid cock.
“Thank you,” he whispered, still breathless.