9. Ridge
9
RIDGE
I can’t believe I’m finally claiming this sweet angel. Her curvy body trembles beneath me, her slick walls like a vise around my cock, squeezing tight. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back my orgasm.
I need to make my girl come first.
I need to see that pretty face when she comes undone for me.
Her eyes are glazed with need, never leaving mine. My hands roam her body, massaging her plump tits, circling her nipples with my thumbs until she’s whimpering.
“Good girl,” I growl. “You like that, princess?”
She nods, nibbling at her bottom lip in a way that turns me feral.
“Use your words, Lila.”
“Y-yes,” she gasps. “It feels so good.”
“Show me how good it feels, princess. Come for me.”
I grip her hips and fuck her harder, driving into her until she’s screaming my name. My cock is ready to explode. I feel my muscles tightening, warmth building inside me. Lila’s moans reach fever-pitch, her lips opening in a cry of pleasure, and I feel her pussy quiver around me, pulsing hard.
“RIDGE!”
Her whole body spasms as she comes, and with a deep groan of relief, I give into my pleasure. I hold Lila closer, kissing her neck as I fill her with cum, making her mine.
“Good girl,” I mutter. “Fuck, you did so good.”
She shivers through the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I kiss her soft cheeks, stroking her hair as our breathing slows back to normal. My heart aches as she blinks up at me, smiling weakly. The feelings are so intense they take my breath away, and there’s a lump in my throat as I lean in to kiss her.
“You okay, beautiful?”
She nods, grinning at me. “Better than okay.”
We hold each other for a while, our hearts beating as one, until I finally lift Lila into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. We get cleaned up and head back to bed, burrowing beneath the covers together, skin on skin. Lila rests her head on my chest, and my shoulder twinges, growing stiff and painful. But I don’t care. I don’t move a muscle. I want this moment to last forever.
“Shoot, am I on your bad arm?” Lila asks suddenly, shifting away from me.
“Hey.” I pull her back toward me. “You’re not going anywhere. Stay right here, princess.”
She lets out a contented sigh, and when I say her name a few minutes later, there’s no response. She’s sound asleep. Soon enough, my eyelids start to droop, but I need to stay awake. Tonight has been like a dream, and when I wake up tomorrow morning, it will all be over. I want to delay the inevitable as long as possible, but I can feel my limbs growing heavy, sleep pulling me under.
“Goodnight, Lila,” I murmur, pressing a kiss on her soft lips.
She doesn’t stir, and after fighting to keep my eyes open for several more minutes, I finally drift off.
I wake up the next morning with a knot of dread in my stomach. Still half asleep, it takes me a minute to remember why I feel so damn miserable. Then it hits me all at once.
Lila is leaving.
She has rolled over in her sleep, her back to me, Middy curled up in a ball at her feet. My chest feels cold and empty without her resting on me, and I run a hand through my hair, my stomach sinking as I check the time. It’s nine already, and we have to be out of here by ten. We only have an hour left.
I’m debating whether to wake Lila when I hear a knock from the living room. There’s someone here, and I hurriedly pull on yesterday’s clothes before heading to the front door. I open it to see a big guy in a blue flannel shirt standing on the doorstep.
“Hi,” he says. “I’m guessing you’re Ridge?”
“Yeah. Who are you?”
“I’m Weston.” He reaches out a hand, shaking mine firmly. “I own this place. Been trying to get in touch with you, but the storm snowed me in and the power went out. Only just managed to leave my damn cabin.”
“Yeah, the storm was pretty rough.”
He grunts in agreement. “Anyway, I came to apologize. There was a problem with the booking system and the cabin was double-booked.”
“I know. Lila showed up about an hour after me.”
“Shit. Did she find somewhere else to go?”
“She’s staying here with me.”
“I see.” Weston looks surprised, but he doesn’t comment. “Well, I’m sorry for the mix-up. I’ll refund the stay for both of you. Anything else I can do to make it up to you folks?”
His words tug at my brain, and an idea hits me.
“Any chance of extending our stay?” I ask. “Even just for one more day?”
I know the answer before Weston says it. His mouth quirks apologetically. “Wish you could, but I’m booked up all week. Lots of skiers this time of year.”
“You got people coming today?”
He nods. “You two are out by ten, then the cleaners come in and the next guests arrive this afternoon.”
“Fuck.”
“Sorry, buddy.” Weston frowns, clearly struggling to understand why I want to prolong my stay with a stranger. He has no idea that he just buried my last hope.
“Thanks for stopping by, anyway,” I say, taking a step back into the cabin.
“No problem. Take care of yourselves.”
I close the door and listen to the crunch of Weston’s boots in the snow until they die away, leaving Lila and me alone again. Then I rest my head against the wood of the door, breathing hard. I hear movement in the bedroom, and Lila enters a few minutes later, already dressed in jeans and a sweater. She meets my gaze, but the smile she gives me doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Good morning, Ridge.”
“Morning.”
We look at each other, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing.
This is it.
Silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating. I want to go to her—pick her up in my arms and tell her how I feel. But it won’t change a damn thing. It will only make saying goodbye even harder.
“I better get packing,” Lila says quietly.
Her words slice through me, and I flinch.
Packing. Leaving. Gone.
She disappears back into the bedroom before I can respond, and as the door clicks shut, I collapse onto the couch, burying my head in my hands.
Fuck, this is all wrong.
For years I’ve been a recluse, shutting people out, keeping my distance. But Lila has changed everything. She’s turned my whole damn world upside down, and I can’t go back to life without her. This curvy angel is the woman of my dreams; the only woman I’ve ever wanted.
And I’m in love with her.
The realization hits me like an avalanche, burying me beneath its weight. It’s crazy. It’s too soon. It’s wrong for a million reasons…but dammit, it’s the truth. Lila is everything to me. Hell, I think part of me loved her the moment I saw her, standing on the doorstep in the storm, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. She stole my heart then and there, and I can’t just stand by and watch her walk out of my life forever.
No fucking way.