Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 62: Hayden

A little over a week later…
Thursday, 11:58 P.M. EST

So... it wasn’t “the last time” like Rob claimed it would be. And believe it or not, it’s not even all my monster's fault like you’d think it would be! A series of factors kind of played into it in a way that’s just had us both crazy…

One- we’ve been up the mountains longer than I think either Rob or Dane intended. Apparently, Rob didn’t account for not being able to gather all the girls in a timely fashion. 

It’s easier to get away with shit up here because this isn’t one of Dane’s main residences; Cameras and/or microphones are only present in the attic where a few of his plants and a small stash reside. Not only that, but because Dane is primarily the one to do business up here- he’s making most of the runs. Somehow, he’s able to trust Rob enough to leave him here with me and Ev. 

That leads us to the second factor. 

We got away with what happened in the woods. Rob thinks Dane kind of loosened up on his trust issues with him because of it. He’s also a little more trusting with me as of late, due to my lack of resistance in playing his games anymore. Evelyn is a problem sometimes, but ever since waking up the day after we got here, has mostly been cooped up in a room upstairs that she’s claimed as her own. 

So... it’s kind of happened everywhere…

Getting away with something like that kind of does something to you… It gives you a rush that you end up craving. I know Rob feels it too.

“I really think you need to slow down on the drugs, ” Rob says, assisting me in quickly removing my pants so he can make his way inside of me. “I know she’s not dead, but you could still do harm with the amount you’re letting him give you…”

I roll my eyes. 

It’s not that I don’t want to listen to him, and do what I can to make sure McKaiden is as healthy as she could be- but my bruises and shit are finally starting to heal up a little, and resisting is a sure-fire way to get more beatings. She’s got a higher survival rate with my doing drugs rather than someone like Dane beating up on me. He was only going easy on me before because he was confident his drugs would take the baby out, and that his fists didn’t have to.

“I’m doing what I can, Rob,” I hiss after a moment, positioning myself so that I can push him back until he falls on the couch. I climb on top of him. “I do less than he thinks I’m doing... I have my methods. I just- ... I don’t want to talk about that right now.” 

Rob remains skeptical until I lower myself down on top of him, and hug his hard dick with my swollen walls. That’s how it usually happens; He goes on for a few minutes when we get our alone time about how we could still save the baby, but gives into whatever I say the moment I hop on.

“I just want what’s best for you guys...” he says in a hushed voice, strained from trying to hold in a groan when I start to ride him.

These moments are hard to push past, but I have to do it. Something inside of me wants to thank Rob, and tell him I love him for caring about me and still being here when he, more than most people, knows how fucked up I am. 

I just can’t do it. 

If I tell Rob those things, he’ll only feel stronger. As much as I could safely admit to myself that sometimes I think I more than fuck him... I don’t want that.

“Well...” I say, quickly but efficiently racking my mind for something to fill the silence between us before I make him get down to business. “I heard that orgasms are super good, for mom and baby...”

Rob let’s out a small laugh. His face shows that he’s aware of the way I always swerve these conversations like that, but his head too deep inside of me for him to be concerned about it. 

“I guess we better get to work then?” he offers, tightening his grip on my hips and picking up a slow rhythm. It’s easy to fall into it. 

I can tell Rob feels good by the way he has to reposition himself every so often to stop himself from letting go too early. He waits, allowing me to cum multiple times before his grip on my hips tighten and he lifts me just enough for him to use his own hips to fuck me until he cums.

“Shit, Jen...” he pants as I climb off of him and search for the paper towels Dane had used to clean his fists of some girl’s blood. “I think I love you…”

I let out a laugh that probably sounds more rude than I intend it to. “It’d be weird if you didn’t,” I tell him anyway, still snarky, but also too late to rescind. “That’s what all the guys say when they get something good. But it’s still a compliment I guess- so thanks…” 

Rob rolls his eyes, letting out a deep sigh to finish catching his breath before he goes to respond. “I’m not all the guys though,” he says matter-of-factly, pulling himself from the couch and reaching for the paper towels once I’m done.

A laugh is the only response I can bring myself to give him.

He could be right... maybe he’s not like all the guys. But what good does that do me knowing that now? 

No- what good would knowing that ever have done me? 

I’m Dane’s, and Rob is technically Dane’s “best friend“ Our feelings for each other? Real, fake, or even just existent because we’ve had sex a few times and I'm having his baby? 

They don’t matter. They don’t exist.