Chapter 45B
Jayce
Steepling my fingers under my chin, I stared at the woman who occupied my thoughts twenty-four hours a day. I’d allowed my parents to come in and sit with me for a bit, even though every second was torture. I just wanted to be alone with her. Sharing her pissed me off right now. I felt more protective of her than I ever had and even the people taking care of her here didn’t have my trust.
I missed her voice. And her eyes. I’d lifted her lids a while ago, but it made things worse. Like that, it was too hard to imagine that she was dead. There was no life or emotion in them. No recognition.
Getting to my feet, I bit down on my lip. I needed to feel like she was alive. I needed to feel like I was alive.
The nurse left a few minutes ago, so they wouldn’t be back for a little while. I locked the door, then turned back to Alana. After I unzipped my pants, I moved her blanket down to her ankles. Carefully, I adjusted the tubes and everything attached to her, making sure nothing would be messed up.
“This is sort of like old times,” I told her, trying to sound more lighthearted than I felt.
I lifted her gown and ran my fingers over her slit. Leaning back, I released a stream of spit and spread it slowly toward her entrance. Once I started, her body would respond to my touch. She might wake up, but she’d be even more out of it than when she was drunk in her bed.
When I slipped a finger inside of her, my cock hardened. I imagined that warmth wrapped around me, squeezing the life out of me. With my hand braced beside her head, I continued to move in and out, opening her up for me. Her pussy grew wet, making each movement audible in the quiet room.
I removed my fingers and spread her wetness over my shaft before I pressed my cock against her. Desperation pushed me to thrust inside of her without waiting any longer. A whimper left her lips and her eyelids fluttered, then she passed out again. I moved slower on the way out, even though I didn’t want to be gentle with her.
“God, baby,” I moaned as I buried myself again. “Remember when I told you that you’d be full of my cum every day? I meant that. I’ve meant every promise I made to you.” I thrust into her as deep as I could with each of my next words. “Every. Single. One.”
Dropping onto my elbow, I used my other hand to bend her knee. The bed creaked as I fucked her, but I didn’t care. Nothing could stop me from having Alana. I’d taken her body while she fought me and I’d do it again without a shred of remorse.
I leaned down and bit her nipple through the gown. It made her jerk just a little. Pressing my lips softly against the side of her neck, I rolled my hips repeatedly, not just chasing my orgasm, but hers as well.
“You may be unconscious,” I murmured. “But you can still cum for me, baby.”
I reached between us to roll her clit between two fingers. The beeping on the machine quickened and so did my pace. Sitting up, I used my thumbs to spread her open so that I could see her take my cock. Every time it disappeared inside of her, I had to hold back my orgasm. The way it glistened with her arousal was one of my favorite sights in the world.
As I moved my thumb back and forth over her clit, her pussy tightened around me. Alana’s fingers clutched at the sheet and she was breathing heavily. I didn’t know how awake she was, but it wasn’t enough for her to be alert. As long as she could feel the pleasure wherever she was right now, I was satisfied.
“That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock.”
Another whimper escaped her lips. I leaned down and kissed her as my muscles contracted. Unable to keep going, I let myself finish while I was deep inside of her. I gasped against her mouth, lost in the way she felt. The things this woman did to me.
“You are my future,” I panted. “You can sleep a little longer, but you’re coming back to me in the morning, do you understand?”
God, I needed to hear her voice.
It would just be a little longer.
After I brushed my fingers over her wet pussy, I pulled out of her and started to clean her up.
*****
A sound drew me out of sleep. I straightened in the chair immediately and looked at Alana, but she was just as still as before. Turning to the door, I saw a smaller figure standing there.
“Alicia?” I said, rubbing my eyes. When I opened them, she was closer and I swore. This was some horror movie shit to wake up to. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I…” She dropped her gaze. “I wanted to see you.”
“How’d you get here? Did someone bring you?”
I peered around her, but the door was closed and nobody else was in the room.
“I took a bus,” she said. “A couple of them. My phone told me which ones.”
Swiping a hand down my face, I tried to clear my head. A couple of hours ago, I’d been fucking Alana’s unconscious body. Now, there was a nine year old in front of me who should’ve been at home.
“Is she okay?” She looked over at Alana with a furrowed brow.
I regarded her carefully, then leaned forward. “Yeah, she’ll be fine. Just needs some more rest.”
“If she died, would you do what you did to my dad?”
My mouth opened, but it took me a minute to respond. “I don’t understand.”
“I heard you from the stairs yesterday.” She looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry I was eavesdropping.”
I put a hand on her shoulder. “So, you heard everything?” She nodded. “Aren’t you… angry? Or scared.”
“I was, but then being scared got Aunt Alana hurt. It was my fault.”
Fuck.
Pulling her closer, I met her eyes. “You didn’t know. You thought you were helping.”
“But I should’ve known you wouldn’t hurt each other. You love her and she loves you.”
“Sometimes, people still hurt each other, love or no love.” With a sigh, I tucked her hair behind her ears. “You’re not little, so I’m not going to lie to you. That’s not how our relationship works. I was mad. I still am mad and part of me wants to direct that at you. But I can’t.”
A tear made a path down her cheek. “Why not?”
“Because you’re my niece. Genetically, you’re basically my own kid. And you’re nine.”
“And three quarters.”
I breathed a laugh. “Yeah, exactly. You were scared and I know that you didn’t want either of us to get hurt.”
A little sob shook her shoulders. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Not after… mom… and Jake. But now Alana-”
I shushed her. “Alana will be just fine. You’ve already lost a lot. Let’s not add guilt to your list of issues to deal with, okay?” Straightening, I nodded toward the door. “You need to go home before your grandparents start freaking out.”
“Can I stay?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to be here when she wakes up. She needs some flowers.”
“You’re probably right. What’s your favorite color?”
“Green,” she answered immediately.
“Alright, when the shop opens downstairs, we can go see if they have any green ones. Hydrangeas, maybe.”
She nodded excitedly. I stared at her for another minute, trying to figure out what to say.
“Alicia…” I took a deep breath. “What happened to your dad…”
“You told Alana that he was dangerous. If you were protecting her, that makes it okay, right?”
“I mean, no?” Thinning my lips, I thought about a better way to answer. “It’s complicated. Maybe we can talk about it when you’re a little older.”
She looked at Alana again. “What do those weird, glass coffins do? The ones in your basement.”
“They… Immortalize someone. After they die.”
“Will you teach me?”
“Teach you what?”
“How to immortalize someone. Then, if I lose anybody else, I can do the same thing.”
Hm. This was… fucked up. Alicia knew that I killed Jake and Mike already. If she wasn’t running for the hills and screaming already, maybe she could handle it. I shouldn’t do anything like this, but it seemed less twisted than everything else in a weird way.
Was I going to teach my niece how to biodegrade a body? Possibly, because why not? Hiding who I was almost ruined Alana. There was no hiding or lying to this kid now. Maybe it was better if I kept her close and made sure she didn’t break after what she’d been through. Hopefully it didn’t turn her into a sociopath or something. I wouldn’t deny that after I did this to Jake, I wanted to do it again. It was interesting to me and shit, it was good for my plants.
“Alright,” I decided. “I’ll show you how it works if you want, but not until you’re older. And you can’t say a word to anybody. Remember when you promised you wouldn’t tell Mike I was in your room?” She nodded, barely containing a smile. “But listen to me. Anyone else ever asks you to keep secrets like that, you tell me immediately.”
The last thing I wanted was for her to learn that she should follow those kinds of instructions. Nobody in her life would hurt her, but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t come along. And what would I do in that case? Kill them, obviously.
I motioned toward the other chair. She flashed me a smile before she sat down.
It looked like I’d be imparting all of my knowledge to her. Well, not the murder part. One day, she could do this to me and Alana. It was an oddly comforting thought. Rather than being put in the ground and going to waste, I’d be immortalized. Maybe Alicia would make wine out of us both and set us together on a shelf. I liked that idea.
Well, this might be my fucked up legacy. In a way, I guess I had my brother to thank for it. He’d started this whole mess and he’d brought Alicia into the world.
Well, here’s to you, brother , I thought. Looks like your daughter is gonna be a lot more like her uncle than her father. You couldn’t take care of either of them. I hope you burn in hell for eternity for failing the two most important people in my life.