Love in Montana

by Lexi Buchanan

  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.

  “Let’s take the SUV, it’s made for this weather and see if we can help guide them back here,” Eric suggested.

  “I’m with you,” Dante agreed. “I’ll meet you at the backdoor in five.”

  Eric took hold of Sylvia’s hand and dragged her with him to the kitchen.

  Lucia, Emiliano, Aiden and Diego were in the kitchen, sitting around the table.

  “I’m going out with Dante to find them and guide them back here. We’re taking your BMW, Dad.” He led Sylvia over to the table. “Sylvia, you stay here so I’m not worrying about you as well, okay?”

  She really wanted to beg him not to go, but she knew he needed to. It was his siblings out there so she told him what he needed to hear. “I’ll be okay. You just be careful. Please.” She reached up and cupped his face before kissing him. “Please, Eric,” she begged.

  He smoothed the hair down her back, and promised before he grabbed his jacket and disappeared with his brother.

  Sylvia stood where he’d left her, not knowing what to do or say. She felt close to tears. She’d never experienced worry like she felt with Eric being out in the storm.

  Aiden moved from where he was sitting and wrapped his arm around her. “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. Come and sit, and get high on coffee and cake.”

  She hugged him back, and let herself be pulled down beside him. “Here.” He poured her some coffee and offered her a slice of cake. She shook her head. She wouldn’t be able to eat anything until Eric was back.

  “I hate this,” Lucia admitted.

  “Don’t worry, love,” Emiliano comforted, his arm wrapping around his wife. “You know Dante and Eric will get them back safely.”

  “Why did they take Kasey’s truck? We gave him enough grief about the state of it that they all know how shit it is,” Lucia added.

  “They went to collect a chest of drawers that Emelia had put away. Kasey’s truck was the only one not buried behind others,” Diego admitted. Then supported his twin. “In all fairness, Emelia did look at the sky and said they should wait, but Mateo called her chicken so she climbed in the truck. Think he wanted something to distract Caprice for a while.”

  “One of these days, I’m not going to be able to keep my mouth shut with that woman.” Lucia fumed. “She is no good for Mateo. He needs a nice, sweet girl, not a leech.”

  Diego and Aiden threw their heads back, laughing. Diego even wiped his eyes while he laughed. “That’s awesome, Mom.”

  Emiliano smirked and shook his head at his wife. “I love you, honey.” He kissed her.

  It was nice watching them together, and seeing the tender love they shared, but of course, that moment had to be spoiled.

  “Eww, can you not do that shit in front of us,” Diego grumbled.

  Aiden punched his arm. “Leave them alone, and grow up.”

  “Sylvia, I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into being a part of this family.” Aiden smiled, and laughed.

  “Your family is full of love, so yes, I know what I’m doing.”

  Aiden slung an arm around her shoulders. “We’re a close family, and even though we’re all worrying about the others, I know in here,” he pressed his palm against his heart, “that they’ll all be okay.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  The storm whipped snow around and Eric maneuvered the SUV down the windswept lane from the house. It was roughly a mile long, which meant the others must be about a mile down the highway. Unfortunately, those miles were in near white out conditions and the snow was coming down so heavy that Eric could barely see a foot ahead of the vehicle.

  His nerves were frayed, but he kept his calm. He was just thankful that he’d snagged the keys out of Dante’s hands because his brother looked frantic to get to their siblings. Although, Eric realized his brother was reacting to the fact that Emelia was with them.

  He needed to talk more with his brother, but what the fuck could he say? He had no idea. He was tired of thinking about them, and the whole weirdness of it.

  “We should find them soon, right?” Dante scanned the road ahead.

  “They’ll be fine.” He prayed he was right before he focused on the slippery road. He could feel the thick snow filling up the wheel well and knew they would have to stop soon to clear up the tires.

  “Hey,” Dante sat straighter, “what’s that? It looks like the beam of headlights coming from that ditch up ahead.”

  Eric squinted, and his brother was right. Regardless of whether or not it was Kasey’s truck they couldn’t pass and not check it out—they needed to help whoever was maybe stuck inside.

  “Try and watch the side of the road,” he told Dante. “We don’t want to join them.”

  “Keep it straight.” Dante guided him. “Be careful here.”

  Eric slowed the SUV and crept along the bank highway. The side of the road was so full of snow that Eric had no choice but to stay parked on the cement instead of the gravel patch beside the ditch. He inched forward until they were close and near enough to use the winch on the front of the vehicle to get the truck out if possible.

  “Stop.”

  He slowly brought the SUV to a stop, and watched his brother jump out before he could even get his seat belt unclipped.

  The snow was deep and crunched under his booted feet when he jumped down. Eric burrowed deeper into the collar of his thermal jacket as he trudged over to the truck. Dante tugged on one of the doors, and with help from whoever was inside managed to get it open. Within seconds, he had someone wrapped up in his arms. Emelia. It had to be.

  Dante kissed her brow and hauled her into his arms again. His eyes closing in relief as he held her close.

  Eric wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but they didn’t move even when Kasey, Mateo, and Caprice climbed from the downed truck.

  He didn’t miss the look Caprice threw at Dante and Emelia. The woman looked surprised and despite the heavy snow, she couldn’t stop staring. Mateo noticed and glanced at the couple, his brow pulled tight in a frown.

  It was time to break it up.

  He clapped Dante on the shoulders. “C’mon brother, we need to get everyone inside the SUV and get back to the house. We’ll wait for the weather to clear to come back for the truck.”

  Dante nodded and refused to let go of Emelia’s arm.

  “Hey, sis. Got a hug for me,” Eric asked, needing her to separate from Dante before the others grew suspicious.

  “Yeah.”

  Eric wrapped his sister up in his embrace, and held Dante’s torn gaze.

  Emelia pulled free and turned to Dante, who took her hand and led her up to the SUV.

  Eric closed his eyes, relieved that they found their siblings in one piece, but he felt a twist in his heart caused by D
ante and Emelia. What they felt for each other was so wrong, but it had never looked so right.

  Sighing, he followed and climbed back into the heat of the BMW.

  Kasey sat in the front with him, while Dante had Emelia on his lap, her face buried in his neck. Mateo and Caprice sat beside them. Mateo looked furious and Caprice looked contrite. There was one hell of an argument brewing between them two.

  With careful maneuvering, Eric got them turned around and headed back to the house when Dante asked, “How the hell did you end up in the ditch?” It might have been a question but there was no hiding the accusation pointed at Kasey.

  Kasey didn’t move, but he replied, “Ask queen bitch.”

  Caprice?

  Caprice gasped. “Are you going to let him talk to me like that?”

  “Shut up, Caprice. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have ended up in the ditch,” Mateo snarled.

  “Is someone going to enlighten us?” Eric asked, getting frustrated.

  “She,” Kasey sneered, “said she felt car sick on the way into town, so could she sit in the front on the way back.” He sighed. “As you can see, we reached close to home when a deer shot in front of the car. I had it all under control until she grabbed my arm and screamed. It sent the truck into a spin, and the rest they say, is history.”

  Fuck!

  That could have been a lot worse than it was, and all because of a bad reaction. What idiot grabs a driver’s arm while he’s driving in bad weather? Stupid.

  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.

  “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.”