Everything came back to Emelia, and he’d discovered that it always would.
Without much thought, he climbed from the bed, and tucked the cover around her before he headed to the bathroom to take care of the problem in his pants.
Turning the shower on, he made sure the door was closed so he wouldn’t wake his woman, and then stepped under the ice-cold water with a gasp of shock.
He’d wanted cold and that’s what he’d gotten, but it was icicle freezing, not just faucet cold. It had certainly done the trick because he was once again flaccid.
After another minute, he switched the water off and turned to find Emelia leaning against the doorjamb in all of her nakedness. “You standing there is going to defeat the purpose of me having a freezing cold shower.”
“Mmm, I promise to be good.” She climbed into the shower with him. “I want to wash you.”
His dick leaped with joy at her words, but he had enough sense to turn from her touch. “You can’t. I want you too badly to keep my hands to myself…I promised, Em.”
“I know. You’re frustrating sometimes. Just like I’m going to be until you slip inside me again.”
He groaned. “You better shower alone or I’m going to break that promise I made, and then I’ll feel like shit.”
“I know.” She kissed him briefly on the lips. “I’ll be quick. We can go and make an early breakfast.”
“Okay.” He turned the shower on warm for her and smacked her lightly on the bottom as he grabbed a towel to dry off before he tossed it into the hamper. He was also proud of himself for not once glancing into the shower to catch sight of Emelia in all her soaped up nakedness.
Shaking loose of the thoughts, he grabbed thermal underwear, along with jeans, shirt and a sweater, and hoped that they would be alone at breakfast so that they could talk. Nothing had been said once they’d left their father’s office the night before, and he knew that was probably his own fault for being so exhausted that he’d fallen asleep.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Six in the morning and Emelia knew that they’d probably had about thirty minutes before her mom appeared in the kitchen, which would hopefully give them enough time to talk about their plans. Or at least get on the same page before they were faced with their family again.
In a way, the night before had gone better than she’d thought it would, although she knew that she’d missed the shouting because that was what had awakened her in the first place. She wondered what the shouting had been about. What had been said?
With the last still on her mind, she eyed Dante from the corner of her eye as he grilled the bacon. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but breakfast would be ready within a minute, so she’d wait until they were sitting.
The waffles she currently made had already gone to a golden color so, using the spatula, she removed them from the griddle and split them between two plates.
Dante added the bacon and joined her at the kitchen table, which was usually the meeting place in the house. Everyone seemed to congregate in the kitchen at some point.
It was nice.
It was home.
Emelia sat watching Dante eat his breakfast and her heart was so full of love for the man. She couldn’t look away. She was excited that they were together, and that she could finally say she was with the man she loved.
“You’re staring.” Dante finally noticed, placing his cutlery down. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she smiled softly, “I was enjoying it being just the two of us, knowing that we’re now together.”
Dante reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “I love that as well, and I loved making breakfast with you.” He smiled and went back to eating, indicating with his hands for her to dig in.
She picked her cutlery up, and asked, “What was the shouting I heard last night?” It would really play on her mind if she didn’t know what exactly was going on.
Dante paused, and met her gaze. “It was father’s initial reaction to us being together.” He sighed. “He accepted the fact that I was leaving the priesthood well, but blew as I carried on and told him how much I loved you.” He offered a wry smile.
“Oh.”
“Please put some food in your stomach, Em. I won’t be able to rest if I know you haven’t eaten.”
“I’m not very hungry.” She let her cutlery fall back to her plate, but picked up a slice of crispy bacon to munch on. “Last night, at least, didn’t go as badly as it could have. Or as I thought it would.”
“No it didn’t. At least, once Dad calmed down.” Dante had finished eating so he pushed his plate away and concentrated on his coffee. “We need to decide where we go from here. I have the cabin I took you too for now, I guess, but we need somewhere more permanent, where we won’t be known.”
“I’ve thought about that and, to be honest, I’m excited that we’re going to be looking for a home together. At the same time, we can hunt around for a building for your restaurant.” She smiled. “I mean, it’s going to be pointless purchasing a home with nowhere close by, right?”
Emelia watched as Dante struggled with his emotions. She’d watched him do that a few times now, and she just wanted to wrap him up in her arms. He’d had to suppress all emotion for years, but not anymore, and he obviously found it difficult now.
She reached forward and clasped his hand with hers. “I know.” Standing, she moved to his side of the table, and when he pushed his chair back, sat on his lap. “I love you, and I’ll always think about you and your happiness.”
His arms held her close while he buried his face in the curve of her neck and sighed, heavily. “That’s supposed to be my line.”
She chuckled.
“It’s true, though, regardless of who says it.”
“It is.”
Minutes went by, each lost in their own thoughts, before they were interrupted, “I’m feeling left out over here,” Diego said, and as she turned to face her twin, a huge grin split his face.
Dante released her, and that was all she needed as she practically flew into Diego’s embrace and let his huge arms hug her close.
“When did you arrive?” she asked, her voice full of tears.
“Just now…I’m fucked.”
Emelia smacked him upside the head. “You’re tired, don’t you mean?” She raised a questioning brow.
“Yes…Mom.” He laughed, and put her under his arm while he faced Dante, the man that she loved.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, and as long as you take good care of her, I’ll always have your back…just like I would because you’re my brother.” Diego let her go and pulled Dante into a brotherly hug and when they separated, he continued, “Emelia has always been close to you as well and I’ve seen how unhappy she’s been. It all fell into place when she called and told me what had been going on and what was about to happen. It was weird at first, but I’ve thought about it on the flight here and I don’t really feel weird about it. It was just one hell of a surprise.”
“That means a lot.” Emelia reached up and kissed him on his cheek. She turned to Dante, winked and faced Diego, “Now, you know what this means, right?” He gave her a puzzled frown so she continued, “We have to find you a woman to keep you out of trouble because I won’t be underfoot unless I visit.”
His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Now, Sis.” He put her away from him. “There is no need for interference in my love life.”
“Hmm,” she scoffed, “Sex life is the correct wording for your life because I’m sure love has never entered into the equation.”
Diego grabbed both her arms and walked her backward into Dante’s waiting arms. “You have your man. Leave my sex life alone.”
“Yes, please do. I really have no wish to discuss my son’s sex life over breakfast.” Their mom smiled and gave a fake shudder. “Morning everyone.”
“Morning,” Emelia mumbled, feeling happy with Dante’s arms around her waist.
Her mom
continued, “And, what a lovely surprise to see my other baby here so early.” Their mom reached up and, cupping Diego’s cheeks, tugged him down to her and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
“Mom, really,” Diego grouched, wiping at his forehead before he pulled her close for a hug. “It’s good to be home,” he whispered and kissed his mom on the cheek.
She laughed and shook her head. “You’ll always be my baby boy regardless of how old you get…and Emelia, what are your plans today with Dante?” She smiled, and that told Emelia that her mom was coming around to the idea of them together.
As Emelia watched her mom fill the coffee machine with fresh water, and her brother grab a muffin that he’d just warmed in the microwave, she answered, “We’re going for a drive.”
“We are?” Dante questioned.
Emelia turned into his embrace, and reaching up, whispered so the others wouldn’t hear, “We won’t be under father’s roof then.” She kissed his cheek, and smiled at the soft groan that escaped his mouth in a whoosh of air.
“Emiliano?” her mom questioned, her hand going to her heart. “What’s wrong?”
They all turned to face their father and realized why her mom had sounded so worried. He was pale, and wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze as he slowly walked to a chair at the table and dropped into it. It was as though his legs wouldn’t hold him up anymore.
Emelia made a move toward him, and then paused when it suddenly hit her that it might be because of them that he was acting the way he was.
“Emelia, honey.” He cleared his throat. “I can see your worry, and my reaction now has nothing to do with you and Dante. I promise. I was still upset at you both when I woke up, but after the call I just received, it made me realize that life is too short. You both love each other, that’s clear for anyone to see, so you have my blessing.”
She should be happy at that announcement, but something was off. Emelia crouched down beside his chair and took his hands, “Thank you…but, Dad, you have us all worried.”
Her mom had come over to them and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. He patted Emelia’s hands before he pulled his wife down onto his lap and held her close.
“Mateo,” he paused, and Emelia’s heart flipped and tears filled her eyes. Dante tugged her to her feet and into his arms as their father continued, “He’s okay. Well, he’s in the hospital, and they’ve assured me he isn’t in any pain right now because he’s been given strong pain medication. He was in a car accident during the night, and although he has a lot of bruising, his right leg took the brunt of the crash.”
“Oh, no,” Emelia gasped. “We have to go to him.”
“We will,” their father replied.
Dante asked, “I know you said about his leg, but how badly?”
“I know what you’re thinking, which is probably what everyone is thinking, but I didn’t ask. I just wanted to know that my son would be okay, and he will be. He has a long road ahead of him. I don’t know much more, but I’m sure we’ll find out plenty when we get down there.”
“I’ll go and get Aiden up, and I’m still packed from my trip here so I’m good to go,” Diego said before he left the kitchen in a hurry.
“Let me get you some coffee and maybe a slice of toast. Then I’ll then go and pack for us both,” her mom offered.
“I can’t eat.”
“You need something in your stomach before we leave, Emiliano.”
He nodded. Everyone knew it was wise to just agree.
“We’ll go pack then meet back here so we can sort flights out,” Dante added, tugging her from the room.
“Okay, I need to call Connor, the stable manager, and let him know we’re going out of town.”
They left their father mumbling while Emelia felt her heart in her throat.
Her fun loving brother Mateo. How could fate be so cruel, after they’d given him the wicked witch? At that thought, she felt bad because she could have been with him, and be just as injured.
Well, it looked like they were all heading to Dallas, where, no doubt, Kasey and Eric would meet up with them.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Exhaustion had set in hours ago for Dante, and Emelia, but after they’d finally been allowed five minutes with Mateo, they had felt ready to leave the hospital for the hotel that Dante had booked everyone into. The hotel was across the road, and much more convenient than any other.
He hadn’t even considered separate rooms for them. They were sticking together, and starting how they meant to carry on—partners in life.
Which was why Emelia slept beside him, and why he felt settled for once in his life. There was still the quiver of fear in his belly because of his brother. But they’d been told that Mateo would make a full recovery, although his career was up in the air, and would be until he’d started his physical therapy.
Mateo had broken his ankle in the crash, but it was his smashed up knee that would be the major problem. He knew his brother would be crushed at the loss of the career that he’d worked so hard for over the years, and Dante prayed for a miracle.
He wasn’t sure his prayer would be heard, as his boss was probably angry and ashamed of him right now.
But all Dante could think about was how lucky he’d been to not only spend some of his life doing God’s work, but being able to spend the rest of his life with the woman curled up beside him.
He was tired of thinking, and just wanted to feel the woman he loved against him. They’d only made love once at his cabin, and now he was ready for more, and knew that he always would be.
Emelia’s nude body begged him to touch while she continued to sleep, and he craved that. He craved the feel of her against his own naked skin…except he had sweats and a shirt on. They were about to disappear.
Without waking her, Dante slipped from the bed and hurriedly dropped his clothes to the floor before he jumped back under the covers.
Slipping a hand over his dick, he held it against his body as he moved to spoon behind Emelia. Once he was comfortable, he removed his hand from his hardened flesh, and slipped his arm over her waist.
The groan he released couldn’t be helped as the sensation of having her skin against his own had become too much. His dick was so hard that he involuntary twitched where he’d become lodged, between the cheeks of her bottom.
He held her tightly against him and tried to control his body’s urge to thrust into her. He so badly wanted to feel her soft flesh as her heat enveloped him into her welcoming channel. He’d never felt anything like it, and the more he thought about it, the closer he came to release.
His body reacted like an adolescent’s would, and he really needed to get control of himself before he really did explode all over her bottom.
“Mmm. You’re awake.” She pressed against him and his eyes rolled as a slither of precum ran the length of his dick, releasing onto her skin.
He gasped, closed his eyes and flipped over to lie on his back.
Emelia’s giggle had him opening his eyes, and when he did, he followed her gaze.
“Oh, heck. That’s obscene.” He groaned as his dick rose straight up from his body, tenting the quilt.
“No, it isn’t. It’s hot.” Emelia had the quilt pulled down to his thighs and her eyes on his erection.
He throbbed and the arch of his hips couldn’t be helped. “I want you, but I’m not sure I’ll last,” he admitted.
“Mmm.” Emelia licked her lips as he dripped from the tip, down his length. “I want to touch you…You look, so, um, hard.”
He laughed, which turned into a growl as Emelia dipped her head and licked around the plump head of his dick. His body tingled from head to foot, and all he could do was watch her.
She kneeled between his spread thighs, and tongued from his balls to the tip of his hardness, which pulsed and begged for her mouth…and then, he watched as she slowly took him into the warm recess of her mouth, and further still until he was halfway inside. The suction and the swirl of her tongue
would send him into oblivion too soon…he wanted to make love to her.
As much as he loved the pleasure running through him, he wanted to be buried between her legs, and not in her mouth—for this time, at least.
With hands that shook, he gently pulled her off him and caught his breath at the sight of the wetness coating his penis. Emelia hovered over him while he panted and tried not to embarrass himself, and that image alone was enough to cause him to twitch and release more arousal.
“I want to be between your thighs,” he whispered while he panted. “I need to be deep inside of you.”
“I want that too.” Emelia straddled his waist with his dick flat against his stomach and her wet pussy. “Mmm, you feel good.” She rocked along him, and the pleasure was so delicious that his legs trembled.
But when she met his gaze, and her fingers started to pinch and rub her nipples, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to have her. If he did, his stomach would be coated with his release.
Dante took hold of her hips and raised her from him. He let out an amused groan when his dick followed. So all he had to do was help her slide down his length, which she did.
“You’re still tight.” He panted. “So wet. So good.”
“I aim to please.” She giggled and rotated her hips.
“Oh,” Dante expelled a breath as he arched up, “We need to go slow.”
“We are going slow,” Emelia added.
Dante grinned at her, and sitting up, he held onto her ass. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She did and slipped down to his pelvis. Not an inch between them, and nothing had ever felt so good, or so he thought.
The minute she started to slowly ride him, he clenched her ass against him, and sealed her lips with his as he devoured her.
The press of her breasts and hard nipples against his chest, the flutters of Emelia’s orgasm approaching, the taste of her on his mouth, and the feel of her wrapped around him became too much and, as his breath caught, he spilled his seed inside her.
Emelia pulsed around his flesh so tightly that she milked every bit of release from his body while grinding down on him. The gentle after tremors caused his dick to stir as he slammed his mouth against Emelia’s.
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