Unforgettable Love (Journey of Love 3)

Holding up his hands, Dodge laughed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. Damn. Okay so that rules out a housecleaner.”

Feeling my face turn hot, I looked away. “Well. Actually I um . . . I have a housecleaner,” I mumbled.

Dodge took a step closer. “What was that, Sierra? I didn’t quite get that.”

Letting out a breath, I quickly said, “I have a housecleaner.”

Walking up next me, my body shuddered as Dodge leaned in closer to me. His hot breath blowing on my neck caused my stomach to drop and my heart to plummet. “What did you say, sweetheart?”

Closing my eyes, I moaned internally. Oh god. Just take me right now. Imagining Dodge’s hands on my body, his lips on mine, his thick hard—

“Sierra? Are you not feeling well?”

Opening my eyes, I snapped out of my fantasy and stepped away from Dodge. “Of course I am.”

“You moaned.”

Laughing, I said, “I did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not, asshole.”

“You also didn’t have a housecleaner a minute ago and now you do,” Dodge said as he sat down in the recliner and gave me a smirk that unfortunately made him hotter than normal. What would he do if I crawled on top of him and began grinding up against him?

“Oh, for the love of God!” I shouted as I turned and headed into the kitchen. I needed something cold. Fast.

“What’s wrong, short stack?”

Slamming the beer bottle onto the granite, I was stunned it didn’t break. “Don’t. Call. Me. That. You know I hate it!”

Lifting his eyebrow, Dodge purred, “Do you, short stack?”

“Dodge!”

Laughing, he shook his head and sat back. “It was the housecleaner. She left the window unlocked.”

Turning to look at the window, I shook my head. “No way.”

“Yes way. I’ll bet Robert gave her a little something for doing it.”

“Mindy Sue? No. Oh my gosh, no! She was the best housecleaner ever! She used to tell me what hot sexy books to read. Damn it! Now how am I going to get my smut?” That caught Dodge’s attention.

“Smut books, huh?”

Shrugging my shoulders I decided to see if I could get Dodge to pass out again. “I have to get my orgasms in somehow. A little book boyfriend fantasy, a vibrator, a glass of a wine and bam. Easily two orgasms guaranteed.”

Dodge began choking on his own spit, and I fought like hell to keep my smile in.

“Jesus, do you ever think before you talk, Sierra?”

“Why, Dodge, does me talking about orgasms make you nervous? Feel like you might . . . pass out?”

Letting out a nervous chuckle, Dodge rolled his eyes. “Hell no. I can talk about sex. I’ll talk about sex all damn night if you want to, short stack.”

Oh, dear God. I’d never make it ten minutes into the conversation before I threw myself at him and begged him to show me all about sex.

Sex with Robert was always very plain—nothing exciting. The only real exciting sex I ever had was with my first boyfriend in college . . . shit what was his name? Then there was sex with Tristan, but I chose to bury that deep down inside.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Sierra? You want to talk about sex, baby?” Dodge said as he stood and began walking toward me.

Stay. Strong. Do not look the enemy in the eye.

Damn. He sure does look nice tonight.

Look away! For the love of God . . . look away!

Turning slightly away from Dodge, I brushed him off with my hand. “Please, I’ve got a new book calling for me that you interrupted. Besides, I don’t think my father would be too pleased to walk in on us talking about sex.”

Turning completely away from him, I held my breath and prayed like hell he didn’t mention S. E. X. again. Damn, I hope I charged BOB. I’m going to need him after this little visit.

Stopping right behind me, Dodge placed his hands on my arms as I cursed my betraying body while it shuddered.

Tilting my head slightly as he brought his lips next to my ear, I grabbed onto the kitchen island. I held on for dear life and tried to think about anything other than the fact that I wanted Dodge to fuck me on it.

Man-whore. Rebound fuck. Bartender. Oh no, that doesn’t work anymore. Damn it. Man-whore! Rebound fuck. Sex . . . no . . . no sex! Don’t think sex! Pizza. I could go for some pizza right now.

Dodge’s hot breath moved across my skin, leaving a path of tingles in its wake. “Pizza is definitely not what I’m in the mood for.”

Shit. I said that out loud?

Swallowing hard, I tilted my head more as Dodge brushed his lips against my sensitive skin. “W-what are you . . . in the . . . mood for . . . then?” I panted between heavy breaths.

Jesus, I needed to get laid. My voice sounded too needy.

The feel of Dodge’s lips on my skin was driving me mad. Ugh, I hated him for making me feel this way.

“S. E. X. on the beach,” Dodge whispered as he quickly stepped away and grabbed his keys off the kitchen island.

Dragging in a deep breath, I attempted to regain my composure. Fuck me! One of my sex bucket list items.

“Fire the housecleaner, Sierra, and get your locks changed before you leave for South Texas.”

My mind was swimming. I tried like hell to not let on how worked up I currently was. “Okay,” I mumbled.

Dodge opened the door and was about to shut it when I remembered Chris. Dodge thought I was going to South Texas to see Chris.

“Wait!”

Stopping quickly, Dodge pushed the door open a little as his eyes danced with excitement. Oh, he was feeling this just as much as I was. Giving him a weak smile, I said, “I’m not going to South Texas. I told Ryn I wasn’t in the mood to go shopping for the house and that you might need me here for Jeremy.”

Dodge’s face lit up like Christmas morning. “You were going to see Ryn and Tristan?”

Bingo. Yep. He totally thought I screwed around with Chris. Never mind the small fact that I noticed he was not happy about the thought of me with Chris. Score one for Sierra! Nodding my head, I said, “Yeah. Who else would I be going to see?”

Shrugging his shoulder, Dodge winked and

said, “Don’t know. See you tomorrow morning, say nine? We’ll go over everything together. See if anything was missed.”

Damn it, that’s like ten hours away! “Sure. Sounds great!” I said in a way too chipper voice.

Dodge shut the door as I walked over, grabbed a sofa pillow and screamed into it. Throwing it across the room, I shook my head. “Damn you, Dodge Walker. Getting me all worked up like this. You bastard!”

My phone buzzed as I walked over and grabbed it. It was from Dodge.

Dodge: My father might sit in on our meeting. So don’t come in like jeans or anything.

My mouth dropped open as I started at the text message. “How dare he tell me how to dress. Bastard!”

Me: I’ll be coming from work. I’ll be dressed in scrubs. Get over it asshole. My own father doesn’t even tell me how to dress.

Dodge: Fine.

Me: What? No smart-ass reply? You’re losing your touch!

Slumping down onto the sofa, I tried to push away the disappointment of Dodge not responding back to me. Holy hell . . . what did I think this was? High school?

Five minutes later, my father stood at my door with his overnight bag. Smiling, I gave him a kiss as he marched through the door.

“That fucker. I’ll have his ass taken out if he breaks into my daughter’s house again,” my father said as he threw his bag down on the sofa.

“Nice to see you too, Daddy,” I said as I made my way into the kitchen.

My phone buzzed as I pulled it out of my pocket.

Dodge: An alarm is top priority tomorrow morning.

Smiling, I shook my head. I wondered if Dodge would be like this with all his clients. Chewing on my lower lip, I attempted to come up with some sort of smart-ass remark, but I was so taken by how much he was worried about me, I fell short. “Shit. I’m losing my touch.”

“First thing tomorrow morning I’m calling an alarm company. Top-of-the-line shit for my baby girl. Top. Of. The. Line.”

Rolling my eyes, I spent the next few minutes talking to my father about alarms. Another five minutes was spent talking him out of buying a Rottweiler for me.