Chapter 16
I stare up at the ceiling, my eyes feeling gravelly because I only got a few hours of sleep.
Merry fucking Christmas.
We dropped Stella off at her rental house just before midnight.
Everything inside of me screamed to demand she stay with me in case the rental lost power, but seeing as she had spent the entire ride chatting with Riley and ignoring me, I didn’t bother.
So, for the entire night, I lay here, wondering if she’d lost power because the wind had been whipping so fiercely.
But now, it’s Christmas, and I can’t stand the thought of her being all alone. So, despite my mixed feelings, I’m going to ask my mother if she can come to Christmas at my parents’ house.
I don’t believe in instant love. I think it’s complete bullshit.
Yet ever since I spent that day with Stella, I can’t get her off my mind.
But even if she wasn’t here in hopes I’d sell out, we live two different lives.
She’s a city girl. She’d never slum it on the coast of Maine with me, a fisherman who spends his days off from the boat working at the wharf.
I want her so fucking bad again. I want to throw her on my bed and bury my face between her thighs, making her come so many times that she’s begging me to stop by the end of it. But having her again will make this feeling inside of me grow more.
For whatever reason, she doesn’t seem too fond of Christmas. So, with any luck, she’ll decline when I ask her to come spend Christmas with my family. But I have to at least offer because if not, I’ll feel like a heartless dick.
Looking at the time, I see it’s after seven. My mom is for sure up and at it. No doubt preparing the insane amount of food she makes for Christmas every year.
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I decide to call her now to give her plenty of notice that I may bring Stella with me.
“Merry Christmas, babe!” she answers on the second ring. “How did you sleep?”
“Like shit,” I mumble, but then remind myself that it’s my mom’s favorite day of the entire year and I need to be nicer.
“Hey, I was wondering, would you mind if Stella came today?” Suddenly, I’m so nervous that I shoot out of bed, pacing my room.
“She just … she doesn’t have anywhere to go, and I’d feel like a dick if I didn’t—”
“I’ll stop you before you talk yourself to death because you feel nervous, telling me you like this girl.” She laughs. “Riley already asked me, and I said yes. He’s going to pick her up.”
So much for not wanting her anymore.
“Of course he did,” I drawl. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in a bit then.”
“Ridge, I do want to tell you the same thing I told Ry.” There’s concern in her voice, putting me on edge. “The company she works for is digging to find a reason for us to have to forfeit our land. So, while I agree that we can’t let her spend Christmas alone, we can’t trust her. At least not yet.”
“Did she tell you that?” I slap my hand against the wall and look out the window at where my boat is sitting on its mooring.
“Yeah, she did.” She sighs. “For what it’s worth, I do think she feels bad.”
“Yeah, I bet she does,” I huff out. “All right, well, see you soon.”
Once we both hang up, I narrow my gaze at the wooded area in the distance, toward where she’s staying. I knew I couldn’t trust her, and yet I sort of did anyway.
Heading toward the bathroom, I walk inside and turn on the shower. Because if I’m going to be able to stay pissed at her tonight, I need to fuck my hand first so that my dick doesn’t get confused when she does something as simple as lick her plump lips.
Pulling my briefs down, I step into the water, wasting no time in gripping my cock and squeezing my eyes shut. I grunt when the image of Stella kneeling before me with water showering down on her flashes in my mind.
“Make it up to me,” I grit out to absolutely no one. “Show me how sorry you are for being a conniving bitch.”
I picture her biting her lip, soaked from the shower just before her lips part, and she leans forward, taking my cock into her hot mouth.
I shiver when I feel myself sliding against her tongue.
I could go slow and let her suck me how she wants, but she doesn’t deserve that.
So, instead, I imagine grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back enough to force her eyes on mine.
Keeping her steady by her hair, I thrust my hips toward her, fucking her mouth with absolutely no remorse.
“That’s right. Take it, slut,” I growl, knowing how fucking insane I am right now, talking to myself in my shower.
I slap my hand against the wall, and I stroke my dick harder. I imagine fucking her mouth so hard that her eyes water because she’s gagging, and I don’t even let up because I know she doesn’t want me to. No, something tells me she’d like it rough like that.
Swallow me down.
I feel my balls tighten, and I fight back a groan as cum begins to explode from my cock. Even though it’s covering my hand, I imagine it’s going down her throat, and she takes every drop like it’s a fucking gift.
My head is spinning, and I keep a palm against the shower to steady myself. When my eyes finally open and the image of her on her knees before me is gone, I realize that it doesn’t matter how many times I fuck my own hand, thinking about this woman …
It’ll never get her out of my head.