Page 46 of Unwrapping Romance

“Stop. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Don’t you like it?” She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes.

“I love every second of it but don’t want to come this way.”

As I slipped the condom on, it broke.

“What the fuck,” I sighed. Reaching into my nightstand, the box was empty. “Shit.”

“I’m on the pill. It’s fine. Get over here,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. You don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant. Trust me.”

With her on her stomach, I climbed on top and slipped inside her, taking in the warmth and wetness that enveloped me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as I thrust in and out of her.

“So much better without that condom,” she moaned. “Oh, God, Jack.”

I slowed down for I was going to come. Rolling her on her side, I thrust inside her again until we both came.

“Ah,” I moaned as I exploded inside her and pressed my lips against her neck.

Pulling out, I rolled on my back. Sierra turned around and placed her hand on my chest.

“I should go to my room,” she said.

“Or you can stay in here tonight.”

“Does Jack Atlas want me to sleep in the same bed with him all night?” A smirk crossed her lips.

“Yeah, I do.” I wrapped my arm around her.

I lay there, with her body snuggled against mine. I’d thought about what Claire said on the phone. I needed to accept the fact that she left our daughter and wasn’t coming back. But I couldn’t be the father Ellie needed me to be. My entire childhood was fucked up, and the last thing I wanted was to do that to my daughter. She deserved better.

Chapter Seventeen

Sierra

I was sitting in the church, beautifully decorated with lights, red bows, and a beautifully lit tree. The choir sang Christmas music—beautiful music that mesmerized me.

“You stay right here, sweetie. I’ll be right back,” my mother said as she grabbed her purse.

“Okay, Mommy.”

She stared at me for a moment with a look I’d never forget. I sat there for what seemed like an eternity during the midnight mass service, waiting for her to return. I looked around at all the people gathered to celebrate Christmas mass. The service was over, and everyone left the church. The priest walked over and sat beside me.

“Merry Christmas.” He smiled. “Where are your parents?”

“My mom said she’d be right back.”

“But everyone’s left. Come on. Let’s go find her.” He held out his hand.

“Mommy, where are you?!” I screamed.

“Sierra, wake up. Sierra!” I heard Jack’s voice.

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