DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lila

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Heat flooded my face, my chest, everywhere. The word echoed in my ears like a gunshot, vulgar, defiant, mine for the first time in years. And hearing him call me “his girl” after it did something to me. Something dangerous. My body betrayed me again. My hips twitched forward, chasing the fullness even as tears of overwhelm pricked my eyes.

I grabbed his wrist, not to push him away this time, but to hold him there, trembling. My breaths came in shallow pants. The truck felt too small and too hot, the air thick with the scent of us, sweat, arousal, and pine from outside drifting through the cracked window.

Ryder didn’t move his finger yet. He just watched me, gray eyes stormy under the hat brim, drinking in every flicker across my face: the shock, the shame, the helpless want.

“You’ve been holding that in a long time, haven’t you?” he said quietly.

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even speak at all. All I could do was nod once, small and jerky, lip still caught between my teeth.

His thumb found my clit again, gentle circles now, soothing the sting while his finger stayed buried, letting me adjust. Pleasure started to creep back in, softer this time, layering over the ache until it blurred into something almost sweet.

“Say it again,” he whispered, leaning closer until his forehead almost touched mine. “Just for me.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. The old rules screamed in my head, ‘Don’t, Lila, don’t you dare,‘ but they felt farther away now, drowned out by the throb between my legs, by the way he looked at me like I was something precious and filthy all at once.

I licked my lips, tasting salt.

“Fuck,” I breathed, quieter this time, but deliberate. A surrender.

His smile widened, slow and devastating. “You’re such a good girl.”

And then he curled his finger, just a little, and the world tilted. I couldn’t help but moan again, my eyes seeing double.

Ryder eased in a second finger, slow and careful, but the stretch hit me harder than before. It burned, sharp and sudden, like my body wasn’t ready to open that much. I squealed softly, a high, startled sound, and pushed at his chest with both palms.

He stopped immediately. His fingers stilled inside me, not pulling out yet, just waiting. “Everything okay?” he asked, voice low and gentle now.

I nodded quickly, even though my eyes were stinging.

“Are you sure?”

I swallowed hard. The truth bubbled up before I could stop it. I shook my head, small and honest. “It hurt.”

“Damn.” Regret flashed across his face. He exhaled roughly. “I didn’t realize. I’ll take it easy next time.”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded quietly, not trusting my voice. The cab felt quieter after that, the air thick with everything unsaid. We sat there, his hand still between my legs but unmoving, my skirt bunched around my hips, the oak leaves rustling outside like they were the only ones breathing normally.

After a long beat, he spoke again, softer. “Do you still want to come, though?”

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Hurned to him, genuinely confused. “Come? Come where?”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and a little rough. “You’re such an innocent virgin now, aren’t you?”

My cheeks burned hotter. I looked away, embarrassed.

“I meant,” he continued, patient. “do you want me to help you reach climax? Like… orgasm?”

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My eyes widened. The word landed heavy in my chest. I swallowed, nervous energy buzzing under my skin. “Well… I guess, but are you sure we won’t get caught?”

“Nope.” He shook his head once. “I already messaged the workers not to come to the ranch today.”

“You have workers?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.

He chuckled softly again. “Why not? I can’t take care of the ranch and the animals alone, you know.”

Another silence settled over us. We both stared straight ahead through the windshield, watching the golden fields stretch out under the afternoon light. My heart was still racing, my body still humming from earlier touches. Slowly, almost without thinking, I reached over and gripped the shoulder of his gray T–shirt. Just a gentle hold, fingers curling into the soft cotton like I needed something solid.

He turned his head toward me. “Yes, Lila?”

I swallowed again, throat tight. The words felt huge, but they came out anyway. “Do it.”

He smirked, slow and knowing. “I’m certain your parents have told you to always ask things politely and kindly and go straight to the point.”

I blinked. Stared at him for a long moment, nervous heat flooding my face. The ache between my legs was insistent now, needy. I could feel how wet I still was, how much my body wanted this even if my mind was spinning. A small, desperate whimper escaped me. “Please… make me come.”

He stared at me. The tension between us thickened, electric and heavy. Then he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the side of my neck.

I moaned quietly, the sound slipping out on its own. But then he bit down, gently but firmly, his teeth grazing my skin.

“Ah!” I cried, hands flying to his shoulders, holding him tight as a fresh spark shot straight through me.

He shifted higher, lips brushing my ear. His voice dropped lower, rougher. “You’re going to help me spread those legs real good, you hear me?”

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