Love in Country (De La Fuente Family #4)(17)

“After you’ve spoken with Sarah. You need to make sure she understands that we’re only friends, regardless of what she witnessed.”

“I’ll talk to her.” I climb out of the truck and groan when I spot Diego walking toward us.

“You’re back,” Diego drawls and holds his hand out to help Rae down from the truck.

“Thanks.” Rae blushes and drops his hand.

She blushed?

I frown and glance at them both. Diego notices and grins, stepping back, but not before I notice the once over he gives Rae. Something crosses my brother’s face and then the shoe drops—he’s attracted to her.

I love Diego and I also love Rae, but there is no way I want them to get together. Diego is twenty-eight, and Rae is fifteen years his senior, and what’s more, Rae’s daughter, Andie, is twenty-three. Not a good situation to be in.

Clearing my throat, I step in front of Diego, giving him a warning look.

Diego smiles and steps back. “I’ve signed up with a local hotshot crew so I’m not going to be around as much as I have been. You okay with that?”

“You were born to fight fires. Go for it, but be careful, yeah?”

Diego nods and walks toward the stables.

Rae moves and stands beside me.

I watch her and follow the direction of her eyes. “Please tell me you’re not staring at my brother’s, um,” I shudder. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

Rae laughs and pushes into me. “He’s hot. Nice firm ass…he’s also close to Andie’s age.”

“He’s twenty-eight.” I frown and glance at Rae as her eyes follow Diego.

“Oh.”

For a moment there Rae sounds almost disappointed. I glance at her again and then shake the thought off. Rae’s husband had been eight years younger than she was, so there was no way she will ever be accepting of Diego’s advances. Not after what she went through with him.

Taking Rae’s hand, I lead her inside and leave her with Lucia and Emelia, having somewhere else to be.



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KNOCKING on Sarah’s front door, I nervously wait for her to answer. Her car is here, and I’m relieved that Greg’s isn’t because I want Sarah alone.

After talking to Rae, I realized that I had to explain in person to Sarah about the horsing around in the parking lot. Part of the problem is that Sarah only recently knows about Rae, so it’s all-new to her. I also know that if it was the other way around and it was Sarah with a close male friend, I would have knocked his lights out before now.

Hearing shuffling on the other side of the door, my heart thuds wildly inside my chest, and seconds later the door opens, my heart stops altogether. Sarah has obviously just been in the shower because her hair is wet and she’s wrapped in a pink, terrycloth robe.

She’s naked under that...

I can’t get the thought out of my head, which makes me tongue tide until Sarah starts to fidget with the belt.

“Is Greg out?”

Sarah hesitates then nods. “For the night.”

I close my eyes and try to think straight because knowing that she’s alone until morning drives me crazy.

“Why are you here?” she asks, which helps me focus some.

“I wanted to explain about the grocery parking lot…with Rae.” I take her distraction as a chance to step quickly into the house, closing the door with my foot as Sarah backs into the wall behind her. “I wasn’t expecting to find you dressed like this.” I trace the edge of her robe with a finger and lean in closer to inhale the fragrance she used in the bath.

“Sarah,” I whisper on a hoarse groan, my nose trails along her neck. “What you saw…it was two friends joking around.” I’m slowly losing all reason with being so close to her. “Rae had just told me that she likes you, and what made me grab her and give her a quick kiss was when she told me that it was obvious you returned my feelings. I loved knowing that she saw how you feel about me.” I kiss her neck and feel her shiver in my arms.

Sarah reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair. “Aiden, you have to stop.”

“In a minute…I want to see all of you.” I step away and unfasten her robe. She doesn’t stop me as her breathing accelerates.

I hold her gaze while slowly opening her robe. My eyes caress her face before finally moving them over the rest of her beautiful body.

My blood heats when I take in the plumpness of her breasts and rose tipped nipples. The stiff buds harden to tight pinpoints with my gaze. I lick my lips and follow the trail down to her navel and lower to her mound. No longer bare, the trimmed hair hides treasures that I’ve dreamed of finding with my mouth.

She’s beautiful and I crave her. I want to feel her hands on my heated skin—on my dick, which has swollen solid to the point of being uncomfortable.

Watching her watch me, I slip my hand into my jeans and straighten my cock that nearly reaches my navel. If I move my shirt out of the way then she’d be able to see the swollen head.

I beg, “Just one touch.”

Sarah doesn’t move. I’m not sure she could even if she wanted to. I reach out and caress along her delicate collarbone and gradually make my way to the swell of her breasts, which I cup in my palms. “Beautiful,” I admit as my thumbs rub her nipples. “God, I want you. I ache for you, Sarah.” I dip my head and lick around each pink nipple.