“You know me,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “You know me better than any other woman ever has. I don’t give a fuck that we met two weeks ago. I’ve never spent Christmas with a girl. Or made her coffee. No other woman has ever stepped foot on my boat besides my mother, and I sure as hell have never taken a date sightseeing.”
“I don’t even know your middle name, Ridge.” I shake my head. “Or how old you are. I don’t know who your last girlfriend was or if you’ve had your heart broken.” I inhale. “I know nothing about you. And you don’t know me either.”
His chest heaves while he stares at me before, finally, he turns away. He’s silent for a few moments. Eventually, he talks.
“My middle name is Mathew, after my dad. I’m twenty-eight. My birthday is in the spring. My last girlfriend, if you can call her that, her name was Natalie, but we dated only for two months, and then I broke up with her. I’ve never had my heart broken—until now.” Turning to face me, he walks so that his body is inches from mine. “If you leave, you’re going to break my fucking heart, Stella.”
“Ridge,” I whimper. “Stop.”
“No,” he replies sharply. “I know that you’ve been through more pain than anyone should ever have to go through. I know that Christmas isn’t easy, and yet you were the highlight of my family’s get-together, just by being yourself. I know you put on a tough act, but inside, you’re sweet.” Reaching for my cheek, he brushes his fingers against my skin. “And I know you don’t love your job, but you love the security of a steady paycheck and being able to afford a nice place to live. Because after years of having neither of those things, you aren’t ready to give it up.”
Tears blur my vision, and quickly, I look away from him. “I can’t give up everything to move here with a guy I just met less than two weeks ago, Ridge. I won’t.”
“And I can’t follow you to New York because my livelihood—my entire life—is here,” he rasps. “Even if I wish I somehow could … New York … it’s just not my scene.”
Tears roll down my cheeks, and I sniffle. “So, it’s decided then?” I croak. “This thing … you and I, it could never work.”
“I guess not.” His voice is gravelly now.
I stare up at him through tear-soaked lashes. He’s not dressed in a suit or fancy shoes, like the men in the city are, but that makes him even handsomer. Right now, he stares down at me in his simple hoodie and baseball hat, making this moment hurt even more. Cupping my face, he brings his mouth to mine, and both of our eyes flutter shut as he kisses me deeply.
“Fuck me one last time, Ridge,” I sob against his lips. “Please. I’m not ready to never feel you again.”
He groans, “Stella, I’m going to fill your tight hole so fucking full that, just like I promised, I’ll be with you long after you’re gone.”
“And what about you?” I whimper. “You’ll just get to be free of me once I leave? Is that it?”
“I know for a fact that no woman will ever make my cock as hard as you do, baby.” He slips his tongue into my mouth, and between our pants, I feel his erection poking against me. “All it takes is this fucking mouth being sassy, or one small touch, and my dick turns to steel.”
“Take it out,” I cry desperately. “I need your cock. I need you.”
“You take it out,” he rasps. “Do that one last thing for me.”
Dipping my hands down, I reach between us and unbutton his jeans and push his briefs down. I don’t take his jeans all the way off, but just enough to give me what I need.
When I put my thumb to the tip, pre-cum wets my skin, and I bring it up and drag my tongue across my finger. “I love the way you taste,” I breathe out, loving the whimper that erupts from his throat.
Dropping to my knees, I stare up at him through tear-soaked eyes as I bring him into my mouth. I’m ready to make sure he never forgets how good my lips can make him feel. Or how hard my tongue can make him come.
And I’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he stares at me with pure desperation. Because no man has ever looked at me quite like that before.
Until Ridge.
“Fuck … baby. That’s it,” I grunt. “Your throat feels so good while I’m driving my dick down it.”
I rock my hips against her, thrusting my cock further down her throat. I’m damn near close to choking her, but she takes me inch by inch, not even batting a fucking eyelash.
I’m really going to miss this fucking girl.
“Wish I could fill every fucking hole of yours,” I choke out, using the armrest of the chair and her hair as leverage to rock myself deeper into her throat. “Leave a piece of me inside of every part of you so that you’d never be the same.”
Wet lips and a soft, warm tongue work their way up and down my length as her big eyes stare up at me. I don’t need to rock my hips or thrust her face harder against me because she’s sucking my dick like she’s on a mission to earn a mouthful of cum. And if she keeps it up, that’s exactly what she’s going to get.
I’m so close, but I’m also scared to death that the second I come, she’s going to think this is over. She’ll want to go back to shore and run away from me, and I can’t let her do that. So, instead of filling her throat full, I decide to heave her up onto her feet.
Yanking her leggings down, I lift her and set her on the bulkhead in front of where my captain’s chair is before I climb into it and look forward at her.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I grunt, palming my cock. “I’m going to fuck my hand while I watch you play with that tight pussy.”
