Unforgettable Love (Journey of Love 3)

“Jesus!” I cried out. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried like hell to block that damn picture out of my head. I knew Aaron had been with lots of girls. That wasn’t anything new. I knew in his eyes I was different, hence the reason he didn’t want me calling him Dodge when we had sex. But something about knowing he had been with someone else in this bed did things to my heart . . . and my head.

“Wait. Stop!” I cried out. Aaron immediately stopped and looked at me. My breathing was erratic as I silently cursed myself for stopping him.

“What’s wrong? Baby, is something the matter?” Aaron asked as he moved up my body and had his hands on both sides of my face. My goodness, I wasn’t used to a man giving me his full attention at everything.

“This is so stupid . . . but . . . I . . . I have to ask you something.” My eyes began to burn as I held back my tears.

Aaron’s eyes frantically searched my face. “Anything, Sierra. You can ask me anything.”

Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and asked, “How many women have you been with here? On this boat. In this bed.”

Slowly opening my eyes, I was met with the most breathtaking smile. Aaron’s thumb moved slowly across my cheek as it left a fiery path in its wake.

Shaking his head, Aaron whispered, “None. It never felt right to bring anyone here. Being on this boat is . . . well it’s kind of my safeguard. I’m not Dodge who liked to fuck women just because I could. I’m not Dodge who ran after the first fight with my father. On this boat I’m Aaron . . . the man who longed to have someone special share my passion for sailing.” Closing his eyes briefly, he slowly shook his head and looked into my eyes. “I wanted to wait for that one person who made me feel like I’d never felt before. You’re it, Sierra. I think I knew the moment I first saw you . . . you were it.”

A tear slowly fell from my eye as it rolled down my cheek. Aaron watched it as it moved down my face. Looking back into my eyes, he took in a slow deep breath and slowly blew it out.

“The first time I saw you I felt something deep inside and I had no clue what it was. All my hidden desires came alive the first time you smiled at me. I had no idea what was waiting for me, Sierra. Not a damn clue. The moment I tasted your lips I knew . . . you would be mine . . . forever mine. This is probably moving way too fast, but it feels so completely right. I need you to know I love you, Sierra. I love you more than anything.”

A small sob escaped from my lips as I tried to find my voice. “I would lose all control if I ever lost you, Aaron. My heart wouldn’t be able to beat without you and that scares me so much. No one has ever made me feel like this. It’s as if my heart has finally come alive.”

Something moved across Aaron’s face as his eyes searched mine intently. He opened his mouth as if to ask me something, but quickly closed it.

Closing his eyes, he shook his head as he whispered, “I feel the same exact way, Sierra. My life is nothing without you in it.” Opening his eyes, his lips pressed against mine as he slowly pushed into me and made sweet passionate love to me.

The rock of the boat practically lulled me to sleep as I lay in Aaron’s embrace. The only thing keeping me awake was the feel of Aaron moving his fingers up and down my arm. My entire body was completely relaxed, and I was positive I wore a silly grin on my face.

Aaron kissed my back as he spoke softly. “Since you don’t like to swim, I got you as close as I could for you to check an item off your bucket list.”

My stomach dipped, and my heart felt as if it skipped a beat.

Sex on the ocean.

Turning my body to face him, I let out a chuckle. “Sex in the ocean.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow and said, “Sex on the ocean. Kind of the same.”

Lifting my hand, I placed it on the side of his face. “I prefer this over being in the ocean. This was . . . perfect.”

Leaning closer to me, Aaron sucked my lower lip into his mouth as he pulled me closer to him. “I’ve only got four more things to check off your list.”

Pulling my head back, I stared at him. “I have six things on my bucket list.”

Narrowing his eyes at me, Aaron let me go and sat up as he ran his hands down his face. “About that. Sierra, there is no fucking way I’m sharing you with another man. Fuck no. Not about to happen.”

My heart about exploded from my chest. I loved seeing how protective of me Aaron was. How much he loved and cared about me. Sitting up, I leaned back against the headboard as I pulled the sheet up and covered my breasts. Aaron glanced over and tugged the sheet, causing it to pool in my lap so that I was exposed to him.

“What if I said I wanted it to be two girls?”

Aaron looked at me with a stunned look. “The answer is still no, but I must admit that made my dick jump. But no. I don’t want to touch anyone but you.”

Chewing on my lower lip, I fought to hold back my tears. “It wasn’t another girl. It was two guys.”

Aaron looked away. “Sierra . . . I can’t . . . I won’t do it.”

Deciding to put him out of his misery, I crawled onto top of him and sat down. Placing my hands on the sides of his face, I looked into his eyes. “Aaron, I made that list when I was hurting. When I thought I wanted things I knew nothing about. It’s never been a fantasy of mine, nor will it ever be. The only man I want touching me for the rest of my life is staring back into my eyes this very moment. You. You’re all I want, Aaron. You’re all I’ll ever need.”

Grabbing a hold of my face with his hands, Aaron’s eyes quickly searched my face.

Taking in a deep breath, Aaron captured my eyes with his.

“Marry me, Sierra.”

I HAD FOUGHT LIKE HELL not to speak the words earlier before I made love to Sierra, but I couldn’t hold them back any longer. They were out before I could stop them.

“Marry me, Sierra.”

Sierra’s mouth parted open as she stared back at me. “W-what?” she mumbled as her eyes filled with tears.

Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “Damn it. I didn’t want to just blurt that out. I wanted to wait until you were divorced and I wanted you to move in with me, and help me raise Princess. I wanted to show you how much I love you and how I’ll always take care of you with everything that I am. Please, baby, don’t get spooked. I know you’re still married, and I’m not even sure if you ever want to get married again, but—”

Sierra smashed her lips to mine as she kissed me. Hard. Her hands moved to my hair where she grabbed a handful and pulled. Moving her hips, she began to grind against me as my dick quickly came back to life.

Lifting up, Sierra sank down onto my dick and rode me until we both called out each other’s names. I was hoping like hell that was her way of saying yes.

Sierra was sleeping peacefully in my arms as I stared out through the skylight. She had yet to say anything to my marriage proposal. My heart felt heavy, and I knew I had moved entirely too fast.

Carefully slipping out of the bed, I quickly got dressed and headed up on deck. I had made dinner plans for us this evening, and I wanted to make sure we were back in time for them.

Sailing through the channel, I felt Sierra before she even walked up to me. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she held onto me tightly. Smiling, I went to ask her how she slept when she let go of me and slipped between the steering wheel and me.

She wore a bright smile and her eyes were picking up the light from the water. I’d never seen her look so beautiful before.

“Yes,” she said as her smile grew even bigger.

Swallowing hard, I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I knew that some day when I asked the woman of my dreams to marry me, it was going to be grand. Not me blurting it out in a bed with her straddling me. Sierra deserved more, and I had every intention and asking her the proper way but the fact that she just said yes had me wanting to jump up and down like a little girl.

Slowly shaking my head, I repeated her word. “Yes.”

Nodding her head, Sierra l

ifted up on her toes and whispered against my lips. “A thousand times yes, Aaron.”

Closing my eyes, I said a quick prayer. I followed my heart and not my head. Opening my eyes, I said, “You just made me the happiest man in the world, Sierra.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she said, “Just tell me you’re going to win on Wednesday.”

“I promise you, Sierra. I’m going to win.”

Wrapping her arms around my waist, Sierra buried her face into my chest as I held onto her and took us back to the dock.

Sitting in the library, I couldn’t stop staring at Sierra as she sat on the sofa with her legs pulled up underneath her. My father was asking her questions as if he was Robert’s lawyer. Had she ever cheated? Why she had a separate bank account the entire time she was married to Robert. Next time I saw her father, I was going to tell him that was the best piece of advice he could have ever given his daughter.

Chuckling, I pulled out Sierra’s trust fund paperwork I had noticed was missing after reading over it over a week ago. Trying to get the original law firm to send it over was like trying to pull a tooth. I began reading over it as my father and Sierra continued to talk. Sierra had gotten the trust fund when she turned thirty, which was after she had separated from Robert. His lawyer argued the trust fund should be considered part of the marital assets. Robert’s lawyers were also claiming half of the money Sierra used to buy her home in Hyde Park. I had hired a forensic accountant to track Sierra and Robert’s bank account. He had come back showing Robert has been slowly draining the account and putting it in an alternative account. Little did he know that account was still considered part of the marital assets. I couldn’t wait to see his face when we brought that little fact up at the trial. I would be able to convince the judge that, in fact, Sierra had only used her half of the marital assets. Actually used less than her half. No prenup was both a blessing and a curse through these proceedings that was for sure.