Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]

Chapter 68: Hayden

Thursday, 11:26 P.M. EST

The joint is only halfway burned before Jena is inching her way closer to where Ryan sits until she can climb on top of him.

“Woah…” he says with a look of surprise on his face. I straddle myself on his lap.

“I wanted to give you a shotgun,” I say, though it’s so far from Jena’s truth.

I feel her monster stir.

Ryan furrows his brows. He must not know what it is, but I don’t bother to explain before taking the joint from his fingers and placing the lit end between my teeth.

I wrap my lips around the blunt, blowing gently but effectively until I feel his lungs expand and grow stiff beneath me.

I feel something else grow stiff too.

“Ohmy-“ he goes to exclaim, only to fall into a coughing fit.

I hit the joint with ease, letting out a few laughs as his coughing jerks his body in a way that Jena takes advantage of. I reposition myself on top of him to where his hard on sits between my legs, and grind my hips.

“Jesus-“ he tries to speak again, only to cut himself off to let out a small groan between lingering coughs.

I can’t help but giggle.

“You’re funny,” I tell him. He’s amusing to Jena’s monster.

I pause my soft grinding to pass him the joint, still giggling.

He throws his head back against the brick wall behind him, keeping his gaze intent on me before responding.

“I just like you,” he says, very flat-faced. “A lot, I think.”

My laughter falters off as I wrap my head around his words. Why would he say that?

I take the joint as he passes it, contemplating my next statement with more effort than Jena would like to spend right now.

I don’t want to be mean, but Jena isn’t into that. She’ll grow impatient and snap if I don’t try to address this now.

“You don’t know me,” she forces me to say before I can figure anything else out.

His face doesn’t change, but he moves his hands to my hips questioningly before he answers.

“I want to,” he groans as he rocks my hips on top of him.

Jena doesn’t want to do this; She doesn’t want to sit here and talk like this.

“I’m sure you will,” she says with a quickness, allowing me no time to form thoughts of my own. She puts the joint out beside us before wrapping her arms around his neck and assisting in the grinding he still guides on top of him. “We’ll see how you feel about it then.”