All Chapters of DON’T STOP: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LilaI swallowed. “My uncle’s back,” I said quietly. “And I think he looks quite mad. Let’s stop for now.”Jerry followed my gaze. He nodded once. “Yeah. Good call.”He pulled Sunny to a gentle halt. She stopped smoothly. Jerry swung down first, then reached up to help me.Before his hands could touch my waist, Ryder was there. He moved fast—faster than I expected.“Take your hands away from her,” he said. His voice was low and hard. “And leave. Isn’t it the end of the day for you?”Jerry froze. Confusion crossed his face. He stepped back immediately, hands raised.“Sorry, boss,” he said quickly. “Didn’t mean anything by it.” He looked at me, gave a small, apologetic smile, and waved. “See you around, Lila.”I smiled back and waved. “Bye, Jerry.”He walked away toward the barn, shoulders a little tense.The moment he was out of earshot, Ryder climbed up behind me in one fluid motion. His chest pressed against my back. His arms came around me to take the reins. Sunny shifted under us b

RyderI added a second finger and thrusted gently. Curled them just right to hit that spot inside her. She moaned louder. Her hips rocked against my hand. I kept the rhythm steady. Thumb circling her clit in slow, firm strokes. Her breaths turned into short, desperate pants. Her nails dug into my shoulders.I kissed my way back up her body. Found her mouth again. Kissed her deeply while my fingers worked inside her. Tongues slid together. Slow and wet. She whimpered into my mouth. Her hips moved faster.I pulled my fingers out. She made a small, disappointed sound. I smiled against her lips. “Not done yet.”I shifted my hips. Lined myself up. The head of my cock nudged her entrance. She tensed. Her eyes flicked to mine—wide, nervous, wanting.“Breathe,” I said softly. “Relax for me.”She exhaled shakily. I pushed in slowly. Just the head. She winced. Her nails dug into my shoulders.“Ryder,” she whispered. “It hurts a little.”“I know. Just a little more.” I kissed her forehead. “You’

LilaAfter the shower, we dried off slowly. Ryder wrapped a towel around my waist first, then one around his own hips. We moved quietly through the house, still naked under the towels, skin warm and flushed. In the kitchen, he pulled on a pair of loose gray sweatpants and a plain black T-shirt. I slipped into one of his oversized T-shirts that fell to mid-thigh and kept my panties on underneath. No bra. No need.He made something simple for dinner—grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup from a can. Nothing fancy, but it smelled like comfort. We sat at the small kitchen table. The light above us was soft and yellow. We ate in comfortable silence most of the time. Every now and then our knees brushed under the table. Every time it happened, my stomach fluttered.When the plates were empty, he stood and carried them to the sink. I followed, helping rinse. Our shoulders touched. His arm brushed mine. The house felt so quiet without Delaney. Just the hum of the fridge and the soft clink

RyderLila swallowed hard. Her voice came out small and shaky. “But I can’t help it. I can’t—”“You have to!” I cut in, louder than I meant to. My eyes widened as the words rushed out. “Please. You know it can never work between us.”She stood up slowly. Her movements were careful, like she was afraid the floor might crack under her. “Why not?”I shifted back instinctively. “Stop, Lila.” I shook my head and raised my hand, palm out, taking a step away from her. “Just… fucking stop. Fuck!” The word tore out of me sharper than I intended. It echoed in the quiet room.Tears slid down her cheeks. She wiped them away quickly with the back of her hand, but more followed. Her shoulders trembled. “I really shouldn’t have done this with you,” she said. Her voice cracked on every word. “I shouldn’t have involved myself with you in this sex bullshit. It’s my fault, and I am really sorry.”I stared at her. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a chain around it and pulled. “Are you regret

LilaI turned around quickly and faced the wall, away from the door. I pulled my top down a little, but only enough to look like I was trying to cover myself. I left the side exposed on purpose — just enough skin showing at the edge so Jerry would think I was still changing when he walked in. I wanted him to see it. I wanted him to feel awkward. I wanted him to leave fast.My heart raced so hard I could feel it in my throat. I heard the door open wider. Jerry stepped inside.He gasped sharply and turned away immediately. “Sorry!” he said fast. “I didn’t know you were dressing.”I sighed softly and pulled the top all the way down. “Just go,” I said. My voice came out quiet but firm.“Okay, so sorry,” he replied. He sounded embarrassed but genuine.I stayed facing the wall. My hands were still shaking a little. The room felt too small and quiet. Too full of everything I was trying to escape. The house suddenly seemed suffocating. Every corner reminded me of Ryder. Every shadow felt like