Unforgettable Love

Smiling, Sierra flopped down on the bed. “It’s breathtaking. It makes me feel like I’m at the ocean. Something about it is . . . calming.”



Setting her bag down, I smiled. Sierra laid back onto the bed, and I quickly fantasized what it would be like making love to her. Our first time would be slow, so I could memorize her body. Learn what she liked and didn’t like and then spend the rest of the night pleasing her.



My dick jumped in my pants as I looked away. “Do you need to freshen up or anything before we leave for lunch?”



Sitting up, Sierra stared at me. It was almost as if she had been thinking the same thing I was thinking. “Sure. Um . . . yeah. I should probably do that.”



Backing up toward the door, I nodded. “Great. Okay well I’ll meet you back downstairs.”



Giving me a weak smile, Sierra bit down on her lower lip. “Okay.”



Spinning around, I grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open. I needed to get out of her room before I stripped her down naked and we had a different kind of lunch.



“The Crazy Cajun is Mom’s favorite place to go every time we come to Port Aransas,” I said as Sierra sat across from my mother.



“I’ve never eaten here,” Sierra said as my mother gave her a shocked look. Em sat on one side of Sierra, while I sat on the other across from my father.



“Never?” Mom asked.



Sierra let out a nervous chuckle. “Nope, never.”



Glancing over to me, my mother gave me a smile. “You’re in for a treat then.”



Sierra smiled politely.



“Your home is beautiful, Mr. and Mrs. Walker,” Sierra said with a sweet smile.



“Please, sweetheart, call us Kate and Brice. There will be no Mr. and Mrs. this weekend.”



Sierra nodded her head and glanced at me, confusion lacing her face. She’d already been confused as hell with my father inviting her. His excuse that we were running out of time seemed reasonable, until he began questioning me about Sierra. I knew my father could see right through me in regards to my feelings toward Sierra.



Em and Sierra were going on and on about some new movie they both wanted to see. My mind couldn’t focus on a damn thing. Every time Sierra’s body brushed up against mine, or her arm touched me, a jolt of electricity raced through my body and I swear it stopped my heart.



“Oh, Aaron! You have to take Sierra crabbing tonight,” Em said as she bounced around in her seat.



“What?” I asked.



Em tilted her head and looked at me with a smile that said she knew exactly what I was thinking about. Smirking at her, I rolled my eyes and looked at my father.



What. The. Hell. He was looking at me the same way.



“Crabbing! Aaron, Sierra just told me she has never been crabbing.”



Looking at Sierra, I laughed. “You own a house on South Padre. How have you never gone crabbing?”



Shrugging her shoulders, Sierra smiled. “I dunno. Just never have. Never had anyone to show me.”



Em let out a little squeal. “Now you do!”



I was about to say something when the waitress came over with a large pot. Dumping the food on the table, my mouth watered at the shrimp, crab legs and boiled potatoes.



Glancing over to Sierra, she looked like she had just seen a ghost. “Jesus H. Christ. They have the heads on still,” Sierra whispered as she grabbed onto my leg and stared at the food on the table. “You like shrimp, right?” I asked as I picked one up and ripped the head off and handed it to Sierra. She swallowed hard and then looked at me. Something inside me knew she was about to get sick.



Jumping up, I yelled out, “Oh, shit!”



Sierra put her hands over her mouth as I quickly pulled her up and hauled her outside with my parents and Em all calling out for us. Something kicked in and the idea of Sierra being sick had me wanting to do anything I could to take it away.



Pushing the exit door open, I picked up Sierra as she cried out, “Put me down! I’m going to hurl!”



Taking her around the building, I put her down. “Are you okay? Sierra, take a deep breath in and slowly blow it out.”



Then she did it. That move you do when you’re attempting not to throw up and your whole body jumps and your cheeks puff out. Shaking my head, I said, “Hold it in! Hold it in!”



Shaking her head, Sierra turned and let it all go. Reaching for her hair, I pulled it back as Sierra threw up. Turning away, I gagged a couple of times until I got myself under control by singing an AC/DC song out loud to drown out her throwing up. Who would have thought, badass Sierra couldn’t take the head being pulled off of a shrimp?