Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 81: Dane

Thursday, 9:46  P.M. EST

Sierra rides me slowly, letting out a soft moan every couple of seconds when she tilts her pelvis in a way that slides me deeper inside of her. 

I’m surprised I’m even hard enough for her to be feeling it like this; She knows this was just an attempt at a distraction, and I’m sure she knows it’s not exactly working. 

I still can’t get Jenalyn off my mind... I almost lost her today. 

In all the shit that girl has pulled, in all the punishments she took where I went a little overboard and took her to the brink of death... how have I not prepared for something like this? 

Today was... strange. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling the shit I was feeling today. I was the little bitch I’m always seeing in everybody else!

“If you’re so worried about her, just take her to the fricken hospital!” Sierra says suddenly after a sigh, catching onto my lack of interest in her. She stops riding, but doesn’t climb off of me. “If the baby’s even alive, they’ll take it from her! She’s a fucking junkie; That’s how that works!”

I knew she could tell that I’m not into it, but this bitch isn’t about to sit here thinking I’m some kind of softy, worrying about Jena.

...Even if I am worried...

She hasn’t woken up yet but I’ve been taking her temperature and monitoring her on the security cameras I’d installed here after the whole Rob situation to make sure she doesn’t seize again. 

I should be able to loosen up. I have to! Being a little bitch definitely interferes with my line of work. I can’t have that shit.

I sit up off the living room couch, surprising Sierra as I do but reaching my arms around her back to grab her so that she can’t climb off of me. In a quick motion, I reposition my legs under myself and lay her on her back so I can shove myself so deep inside of her she let’s out a loud scream. 

“Who the fuck asked for your input?” I growl, trying to get myself into it though I still can’t shake my mind from thoughts of Jena. “Don’t open your fucking mouth unless I ask you to. The fuck you think this is? A domestic partnership or something?”

I should be getting off on the fact that this bitch is still cumming for me though she’s both visibly and audibly crying now. I should be- but I can’t. 

I almost killed Jenalyn... I just can’t get the thought from my mind. Shit- she could still be dying up there, and I’m down here, what? Fucking this annoying bitch? 

Maybe I really should get her to the hospital... 

I’ve got a couple people down at Upper Ridge Hospital I could probably pay to treat her according to my jurisdiction... I really didn’t want to have to bring anyone from the outside into this considering that they could get a little more money for selling a juicy story about “Hayden-“ but I guess a couple more threats, maybe blackmail, isn’t too much on my plate... 

In addition to taking out Mr. Think-he's-slick-calling-cops-behind-my-back-ass-Haines. 

Shit, it’s what I’m paying the goons for, right?

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’m pretty sure Sierra is squirting on me; I honestly forgot that I was fucking her somehow.

Yeah, I need to get Jenalyn to the damned hospital so they can fucking stabilize her and I can get some damned peace of mind. I can’t have this shit distracting me like this.

I go to slam into Sierra one last time, passing up on a bust because it seems that's just not fucking happening until I can clear my head a little. Just before I do though, the app on my phone that I have connected to my security system notifies me of movement in the master bedroom- Jena. 

I push Sierra away from me without hesitation to grab my phone. 

“What the fuck?” she cries, scrambling to grab her clothes beside me as I reach for my own pants and begin putting them on. “What happened?!”

I barely pay her any mind. Instead, I head straight out of the livingroom, scanning the dark footage of my room on my phone for movement as I do. 

Looks like we don’t have to go to the hospital after all! The feed shows Jena weakly trying to sit herself up. Weakly, yes-but she’s alive. That’s good enough for me!

“I didn’t ask you to open your mouth, Sierra!” I call back half mindedly as I trek up the steps. “Go the fuck to bed!”