DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Lila

I heard it again–that deep, guttural groan echoing from below, vibrating through the floorboards like a secret summons. pulling me from the haze of my own restless thoughts. My room felt quiet and still, with curiosity clawing at me, insistent as a lover’s hand.

Ever since I unpacked in this room, I’d been aware of the small hole in the floorboards. It hid beneath the chair in the corner, a subtle defect in the aged wood that had been half–heartedly patched over, as if silence could erase its existence.

But tonight, with that sound slithering up like smoke, I couldn’t resist. With my heart pounding, I slid the chair aside quietly, the wood scraping softly against the planks, and knelt down, peering through the narrow gap.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight below: Ryder, his powerful body moving with fierce intent, thrusting into Delaney, I realized with a sharp twist in my chest–as the bed creaked under their weight.

His muscles flexed with every deep, rhythmic drive, sweat glistening on his skin like dew on a forbidden fruit, and damn, his cock was magnificent, thick and veined, sliding in and out of her with wet, slapping sounds that made my core ache. I shouldn’t be watching, I knew that, but the raw intensity of it held me captive, my eyes tracing the way his hips snapped forward, the way her moans rose to meet his groans, a symphony of pleasure that seeped into my veins.

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Heat pooled between my legs, an insistent throb that demanded attention, and before I could stop myself, my hand slipped under my nightgown, fingers brushing over the soft curls and finding my slick folds, already swollen and eager. I imagined it was me down there, not her–me, with Ryder’s big cock stretching me open, filling me completely, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me with that same unrelenting force.

“Ryder,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice a soft, breathy moan that surprised me, my other hand sliding up to cup my small breast, squeezing it gently at first, then harder, my thumb flicking over the hardened nipple until it pebbled under my touch.

The sensation rippled through me, a sweet sting that made me bite my lip, but it wasn’t enough—not like when Ryder had touched me before, his fingers so skilled, so knowing, drawing out pleasures I’d never dreamed of.

Still, I circled my clit with increasing urgency, fingers dipping inside myself, pumping slowly as I watched him, picturing his length buried deep in me instead, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him, of wrapping my lips around that throbbing shaft and feeling it slide down my throat until I gagged on his fullness. My breaths came in shallow gasps, sof moans escaping unbidden as the scene unfolded below–Ryder’s face contorted in ecstasy, his groans growing louder, more primal, each one stoking the fire in my belly.

“Yes, just like that,” I murmured, my voice trembling, envisioning his cock pulsing inside me, his hands on my body, claiming me as his own.

The pleasure built slowly, a warm tide rising, but it felt hollow compared to what I knew he could give me; my fingers weren’t his, rough and commanding, and yet, as I watched him reach his peak–his back arching, that broken groan tearing from his lips as he spilled into her–it pushed me over the edge.

My body tensed, thighs clamping together around my hand, a shuddering climax ripping through me, wet and intense, my soft cries muffled against my arm as waves of release crashed over me, leaving me breathless and aching for more. For a split second, his eyes seemed to flicker upward, toward the ceiling, toward me, and panic surged–had he seen? My heart raced. and I scrambled back, shifting the chair into place with fumbling hands, the wood thudding softly as I covered the hole.

Adrenaline mixed with the afterglow, a heady cocktail that left me shaken. I stood there for a moment, chest heaving, then slipped away to the bathroom, the hot water of the shower enveloping me like a shroud, washing away the evidence but not the yearning that lingered, sweet and torturous, for the man who haunted my every fantasy.

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Chapter 14

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woke up that morning to a quiet house. The usual sounds of Delaney moving around the kitchen or humming softly were gone. I lay in bed for a minute, staring at the ceiling, expecting the door to open any second with Delaney’s cheerful voice calling our. “Hey sweetie, how was last night?” But nothing came. The silence felt strange, almost heavy.

I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. Maybe Delaney was tired after the sex last night. I shook my head quickly, trying to push the images away. I didn’t want to think about the hole in the floor, the chair I had moved, or what I had seen. I sighed softly and reached for the bottle of water on the bedside table. The cool liquid helped a little, but my mind still felt tangled

Sunday mornings were usually slow here. No early chores, no rush. Maybe that was why the house felt so still. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, smoothing my oversized sleep shirt down my thighs.

Just then, a knock came at the door. Soft, but firm.

I froze for a second. Delaney would have spoken by now, laughing or teasing. This knock felt different.

I walked over and opened the door.

Ryder stood there.

He wore nothing on top. His broad shoulders and chest were bare, skin still warm from sleep or the shower, muscles defined in the soft morning light coming through the hallway window. A faint line of dark hair trailed down the center of his stomach and disappeared into the waistband of his gray shorts. The fabric sat low on his hips, and even through the material I could see the clear outline of him–thick, heavy, pressing noticeably against the cotton.

I swallowed hard and looked away fast, cheeks heating.

“Good morning,” he said, voice low and calm.

“Good morning,” I replied softly, keeping my eyes on the floorboards.

He nodded once. “How was your night?”

“It was good.” I paused, then added, “I guess yours was good foo?”

“Very.” A brief smile touched his lips.

I bit my bottom lip. A small spike of jealousy twisted in my chest. I folded my arms across my chest. “What are you doing here? I’m sure you didn’t come upstairs just to ask if my night was good or not.”

He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe. “Delaney left this morning to see her brother. She said she won’t be around for a couple of days. She asked me to apologize for leaving like that. He had a small accident and needs help for a few days.”

“What?” My eyes widened, worry pushing the other feelings aside. “Is it that bad?”

“Not really. Just a fractured ankle. He can’t do much alone right now, so she went to stay with him.”

“I see.” I nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Silence settled between us.

I shifted my weight. “I guess I can shut the door since you’re done.”

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