Semua Bab DON’T STOP: Bab 31 - Bab 40

LilaI stayed in my room with my face still pressed into the pillow, the fabric damp from tears and my own ragged breaths. Why did I do that? Kiss Jerry? It had felt like the only thing I could do in that moment — a desperate move to prove something to Ryder. To prove I was fine. That I didn’t need him. That I could move on.But now, lying here alone, it just felt wrong. Empty. Like I’d used Jerry to hurt someone else, and the guilt sat heavy in my chest.“Lila?” Jerry’s voice called from downstairs.I froze. Hasn’t he left? What was he still doing here?Damn.I slowly pushed myself up. My legs felt weak. I walked to the window and peeked through the curtain. Jerry stood below, looking up at my room, hands in his pockets.“Aren’t you going to leave?” I asked softly. My voice came out hoarse.He smiled up at me. “Can we exchange numbers? Would love to chat with you.”I sighed. My phone was dead — I’d forgotten to charge it all day. “My phone is dead,” I called back. “Forgot to charge i

RyderI pulled the truck over on the side of the empty road. The engine idled rough for a second before I killed it. My hands stayed on the wheel, knuckles white. The bar was only a few miles back, but I couldn’t make myself turn around. I couldn’t sit in that dark room with neon lights and strangers anymore. I couldn’t pretend I was fine.I needed something stronger than beer.I needed to forget.I got out, slammed the door, and walked into the nearest nightclub. The bass hit me like a wall the second I stepped inside. Loud. Thumping. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor. Lights flashed red and purple. I headed straight for the bar and ordered a double whisky neat. Then another. Then a third.I lit a cigarette. Inhaled deep. The smoke burned my lungs. I exhaled slowly, watching it curl toward the ceiling.Girls noticed me fast. They always did. One slid up on my left — blonde, tight dress, heavy perfume. She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “Buy me a drink?” she purred.I

LilaI couldn’t look at him.My face burned hotter than it ever had. My thighs were still trembling, slick and sticky, and the wet spot on the table beneath me felt huge, obvious, and impossible to ignore. I’d never felt anything like that before. The pressure, the rush, the way everything exploded and then… poured out of me. I thought I’d peed. Right there. During sex. On him.I wanted to disappear.I pushed at his chest again, gently this time, and turned my head away. My voice came out small and shaky. “You should leave.”Ryder didn’t move. He stayed right there between my legs, hands still on my hips, cock softening but still inside me. He didn’t pull out. Didn’t step back. He just looked at me.“Lila,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere till you tell me what’s going on.”I squeezed my eyes shut. My cheeks felt like fire. “Nothing’s going on. Just… go.”He didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned down closer. His forehead rested lightly against mine. “Baby, talk to me. You were fine

LilaWe stepped out of the car, and the front door shut behind us with a quiet click. The house was silent — Delaney was at work, and the ranch hands were gone for the day. Just us. The moment my red heels clicked against the wooden floor, Ryder turned me around so fast I gasped.His hands were already on my waist, pulling me flush against him. Then his mouth was on mine — deep, urgent, claiming. He kissed me like he’d been starving for it the entire drive home. His tongue pushed past my lips immediately, stroking mine in slow, possessive sweeps. I moaned into his mouth. The sound vibrated between us. My hands flew up to his shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt as he walked me backward through the hallway.I tried to steer him toward my room. My body was already on fire. My pussy was soaked — aching, throbbing, dripping down my thighs inside my jeans. Every step rubbed the seam against my swollen clit and made me whimper against his lips. I rubbed myself shamelessly through th

LilaMom arrived just as the sun was dipping low, turning the sky a soft burnt orange. I heard the car pull up before I saw her, the familiar crunch of tires on gravel, and the quiet beep of the lock. I was already at the door when she stepped out, suitcase in one hand, phone in the other, looking tired but smiling the moment she saw me.We met halfway up the porch steps. She dropped her bag and pulled me into a tight hug, arms wrapping around me like she hadn’t seen me in years instead of weeks.“I missed you so much,” she whispered into my hair, squeezing harder. “You have no idea.”“I missed you too,” I said against her shoulder. My voice cracked just a little. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this — the normal, safe smell of her perfume and the way she always rubbed small circles on my back when she hugged me. “When’s Dad coming back?”“Tomorrow evening,” she said, pulling back to look at me properly. “He’s wrapping up the last meeting in South Carolina. I wanted to come sooner