DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

Ryder

Friday came too fast.

Martha had called three times already that morning

and again just as I was about to start the car. Each time the same thing: “Don’t forget to bring her home today” “Full at once at breakfast, once while I was loading Lila’s bag into the trunk, work.” “Your brother-in-law’s still on his trip, so it’s just je, remember.” And every time she circled back to the same question: “You said you had something to tell me?”

“Yeah,” I’d answered each time. “We’ll talk about it face-to-face. I’ll wait for you at your place.

“Okay, that’s cool,” she’d said. “Please take care of my baby.”

“Trust me on that,” I told her before she ended the call.

Now I stood in the kitchen doorway, keys in hand, watching Lila and Delaney finish breakfast. Lila took a slice of toasted bread from Delaney and whispered, “Thanks.” Delaney smiled and passed her the bag she’d packed – snacks, a bottle of water, and some fruits.

“You done, Lila?” I asked.

Lila nodded. “Yeah, I am.”

“Here you go,” Delaney said, handing her the bag. “I’ll miss you.”

Lila smiled and hugged her. Delaney hugged back tightly. I stood there watching. Their arms around each other. Lila’s face tucked against Delaney’s shoulder. My chest tightened. Guilt. Love. Something I couldn’t name. Their eyes met mine over Delaney’s shoulder Lila’s soft, uncertain, and searching. I forced a small smile. She returned it.

They broke the hug.

“Hope you aren’t forgetting anything?” Delaney asked.

“None at all,” Lila said.

“Okay then. Have a great journey.” Delaney handed her a small glass jar. “Here, this is what I could get. 100% natural honey

Lila took it. “Looks nice. Thank you so much, Aunt Delaney. My mom would appreciate and love this.”

Delaney chuckled and nodded. “Ryder, off you go now with her.”

I stepped closer. “Let’s go.”

Delaney smiled and waved. “Take care”

Lila smiled back, waving too.

We walked outside together. The black sedan waited in the driveway – the one I rarely drove. I unlocked it. Lila paused.

“What?” she asked. “You had a car?”

I laughed. “It’s been locked in the garage for some time. I don’t really drive. Prefer my Benita.”

“Benita?” She raised a brow as she slid into the passenger seat. “Who’s Benita?”

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verber and laughed a low, real sound that surprised even me. We were sitting in the sedan; her seatbelt clicked across her chest, and her bands were folded in her lap like she was trying to look innocent. But the expression on her fare was anything but Brows slightly furrowed, lips pursed, cheeks still pink from whatever thought had just crossed her

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” I smirked.

She swallowed. “I am not” Her voice came out too quick, too defensive.

“But sull… who’s that?” she pressed, “Who’s she? This Benita… your ex before you met Delaney?”

I chuckled and shook my head, “No, pretty. That’s the name of my truck.”

“Oh.” She muttered the word and turned her head to stare out the window. The embarrassment hit her like a wave ears went red, and her shoulders hunched just a fraction. She looked so damn cute like that I almost laughed again.

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“You’re so cute,” I said softly, reaching over to squeeze her cheek once before putting my hand back on the wheel. I started the car. The engine purred to life.

We drove in comfortable quiet for a few minutes. The road was empty, the sun low and golden through the windshield. Then something darker slipped into my head. A question that had been gnawing at me since breakfast.

“Did you ever feel bad?” I asked, keeping my eyes straight ahead. “When you were acting all lovey-dovey with Delaney this morning?”

She turned to me. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… did you ever feel guilty? Being all friendly and cute with her-hugging her, smiling at her-while you fuck her husband behind her back?”

She blinked once. Slowly. Then her voice came out soft. “Do you want me to feel that way?”

I sighed. “It’s just a question, Lila. I promise you don’t have to answer. You can just—”

My words cut off with a sharp groan. Her hand had already slipped under the steering wheel and into my trousers. Her fingers wrapped around my cock firmly, warmly, and confidently.

“What are you doing?” I asked, voice rough.

“Well,” she said, cocking her head slightly, “is this enough to answer your question?”

“Damn, Lila… I’m driving.”

“I don’t care.” Her voice was low, teasing, and edged with something darker. “You’d better hold tight. I’m about to do way

worse.”

“What?” I muttered.

She didn’t answer with words. She swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the road for a second before coming back to me. Thes she loosened her seatbelt just enough to lean over. Her hair fell forward as she bent down. Her hand pushed my trousers lower. My cock sprang free-hard, thick, and already leaking at the tip.

She smirked at it. Stared at me for one long second.

“See?” she whispered. “You even want this.”

Before I could say anything else, her mouth was on me.

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she took the heart-between her lips first

slow, deliberate. Her tongue swirled

hissed through my teeth. My foot jerked on the gas. The truck lurched forward

“Fuck, Lila…”

She hummed around me. The vibration shot straight up my spine. Then she sank lower Took the of so we wet mouth. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside She botbed slowly at first

cheeks hollowing as she sucked. One hand gripped the base, stroking what she couldn’t in. The other

I groaned low. Why was she so perfect now? My free hand slid into her hair, holding onto it, my bugey strands. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it was impossible. Every time he sucked harder. flicked the sensitive spot under the head, my hips jerked up into her mouth.

She moaned softly around me. The sound vibrated through my cock. She sped up. Took me deepen the letting the head nudge the back. She gagged once, then kept going. Eyes watering Lips swollen Hair mes from my p

“Holy shit… fuck,” I breathed. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She pulled off just enough to speak, her voice hoarse and wrecked. “Good”

Then she dove back down. Sucked harder. Bobbed faster. Her hand twisted at the base in time with her moves sounds filled the cab her moans, my groans, and the slick glide of her lips.

I was close. Too close. My thighs tensed. My grip tightened in her hair.

“Lila… baby… I’m going to fucking come-”

She didn’t stop. She took me deeper. Swallowed around me. The tight heat of her throat pushed me over

I came hard. A low, broken groan tore from my throat. Hot pulses spilled into her mouth. Wave after wave. She

every drop greedily and, eagerly milking me with her lips and tongue until I was shaking and spent her hips jerking with the last few spurts.

She pulled off slowly, licked her lips, and looked up at me through her lashes. Her mouth was red and swollen. Eyes glassy

Proud.

I stared at her. Breathing hard. Heart slamming.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “Come here.”

I pulled her up gently. I kissed her deep, tasting myself on her tongue. My hand cupped the back of her neck. The other stayed on the wheel, keeping the car steady on the empty road.

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She melted against me. Kissed me back like she was starving.

When we finally broke apart, I rested my forehead against hers.

“You’re dangerous,” I muttered.

She smiled small but wicked. “Good.”

I laughed softly, then shook my head.

The road stretched ahead.

The house was still a ways off.

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