Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Eventually, he pulled out of me carefully, and I glanced down to see how slick his semi-hard cock was, my pussy juices catching the light and sending a rush of heat through me. I was frozen there, just watching as he tucked himself away, and then he gripped my waist to help me off the counter.
My legs were unsteady, but he kept his arm wrapped around my waist as he led me out of the kitchen and to the living room couch. When he sat down, Ryder pulled me right onto his lap so I was straddling him again, me completely naked while Ryder was dressed and looking dominant as ever. We were chest to chest, and he had one heavy arm locked around my waist. His other hand settled at the back of my neck, his thumb stroking slow and possessive.
Neither of us spoke for a long while, and I rested my forehead against his, closing my eyes. For a while, the only sound was our breathing and the quiet tick of the old clock on the wall.
“I don’t know how to feel about any of it,” I said finally. “The years you watched me. The things you did… my father,” I whispered. I was still waiting for the horror that Ryder killed my father to consume me. It didn’t.
He didn’t react to my words, just kept that steady touch on my skin, rough and careful at the same time. “Don’t have to decide anything right now,” he said. “Or ever.”
I let his words sink in before responding. “I already have.” I swallowed. “I’m not turning you in. I can’t. Part of me is still sick over how relieved I feel that he’s gone, and how you made sure he could never come after me again.”
His arm squeezed a little tighter around me.
I thought about all the emotional and physical abuse I experienced at the hands of the man who was supposed to love and protect me above all others. Ryder knew what I allowed him to see, but I never told him how bad it got sometimes. In the past, I could never utter the words, too ashamed and afraid to say them out loud.
“He used to lock me in the closet when he got real bad. Sometimes for hours. A few times overnight. I’d sit in the dark listening to him smash things and yell about how I looked too much like her… how I was ruining his fucking life.” My throat burned. “I used to pray someone would come to rescue me. Anyone.”
Ryder’s hand stilled completely. “Should’ve taken you out of there,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I was a broke teen with nothing to offer, but I had a hard head and a willingness to live under a bridge if that’s what it took to keep you safe. Told myself I was workin’ on a way to get you out. I was fuckin’ scared, Lila. Scared of makin’ it worse for you and really fuckin’ scared of never seein’ you.”
He was quiet for a second, and I sat up straighter, staring into his dark eyes.
“One time while you were at school, I went over there and tried to man-up and put a stop to all the shit he was doin’.”
A buzz of shock rippled through my blood. Ryder had done what?
“Was a teen and your dad was a big motherfucker. He beat the hell out of me. When you asked me what happened, I lied and said I got a busted lip and bruises from fightin’ with some guys in town. You believed me.”
His thumb brushed slowly across my shoulder, and the memory of what he was talking about slammed into me so hard that it felt like I was right back in that moment all those years ago.
“The only time I’ve ever lied to you and feel like a piece of shit for doing it.” His fingers started moving again, slower now, almost careful. “Never forgive myself for a lot of shit, Lila.”
I didn't realize I was crying until Ryder reached up and brushed a tear from my cheek. “I hated this place for so long,” I said. “The land, the house, everything that reminded me of him. That’s why I was so ready to sell it when I came back. I thought if I got rid of the ranch, I could finally get rid of him, too.”
“And now?”
I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips but forced myself to pull back before I allowed myself to get lost in the taste and scent of him. “Now, I don’t want to leave. Especially not you.”
A low sound rumbled in his chest, and I knew it was a combination of approval, possession, and absolute pleasure that he’d gotten his way. It almost made me smile.