by Mlyn Hurn
"I hate to bother you, but would you have any painkillers?"
Laena smiled in the dark. Undoubtedly, his vigorous play had caught up with him. She tossed back her sheets and hopped out of bed.
Jack watched as she walked over to the dresser top and fiddled with something. He couldn't miss the pajamas she was wearing. While some might call cotton pajamas boring, on her, the super-short bottoms and the crop top were anything but boring. As he watched, she walked back towards him, a small bottle in her hand. Even in the dim light, he could see the bounce and jiggle of her large, round breasts beneath the crop top. Her nipples were hard and made little tents in the material. Jack cursed himself. He was sore as hell, and getting aroused at the same time. Life really sucked some days, he told himself silently.
Laena held out the bottle, telling him with a slight smile, "Help yourself." As he took the bottle, she must have noticed the scrapes on his knuckles because she commented softly, "You should really put some ointment on that and perhaps cover it for a day."
Jack shrugged and joked without thinking. "You should see the big one across my back."
Laena paused and then spoke softly, "Would you like me to put some ointment on it? I've got some here." She turned and walked back to the dresser top.
Jack told himself to stop her. He wasn't sure if he could stand to watch her walk back towards him again, and not disgrace himself. But he didn't, and a moment later he was treated to the arousing sight of her jiggling and bouncing breasts once again. He had the fleeting thought that if she had played volleyball in that top-his team would have lost hands down.
He heard Laena tell him to go back into the bathroom and check the scrape on his hand for any missed dirt or gravel under the brighter lights. While he did that, she grabbed a towel and went into his room. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw that she had spread the towel to protect the bed.
She smiled as he came closer. "If you'll lie down here and slip off the robe, I can rub this in for you."
He avoided telling her he was naked under his robe and instead lay on his stomach, and then slipped the robe to his waist. The light from the bathroom dimly lit the room. He felt the bed shift as Laena sat on the bed next to him. She reached over him to where his hands were resting above his head. He felt her soft fingers gently rub the ointment into the scrapes over his knuckles. He wasn't sure if he was just hypersensitive or if he really felt the soft pressure of her breasts against his back as she leaned over. A moment later, she slowly spread the ointment over the injured skin on his back.
Her fingers felt soft and gentle as she worked in the ointment. After a minute, she was done and put the cap back on the tube. She spoke a few seconds later. "You seem awfully tense still. Um, I could massage your shoulders, if you think that might help. It's probably hard for you to release the tension and pressures you get from your job."
Jack accepted her offer, his voice hoarse in the quiet room. A moment later, he felt her hands begin kneading the flesh at the base of his neck. Her hands worked slowly and methodically across the top of his shoulders and started down his spine, stroking outwards. He could feel his muscles relaxing and tension flowing out of him at her touch.
When she reached his waist, he spoke softly. "You'd think I would know better than getting out there and playing like I was twenty years younger. God! I am going to be so stiff tomorrow."
Laena chuckled lightly, too.
He noticed that she didn't rush to disabuse of the idea of him being too old. A moment later, he felt her fingers snag on the belted robe.
"Do you mind if I loosen this?" she asked him. "I should go down a little bit further, to completely relax the muscles of your spine."
Jack nodded, and then he felt her fingers pulling to loosen the tie. Her skin felt hot against his as she then eased the robe down over his hips. He waited for her to start.
She paused, looking at the tight curve forming his ass and admired his body. She should have stayed in her room, she told herself sternly. But her hands returned to her massage, working down over his hips and finally onto his taut butt. Her fingers curled into the firm flesh, kneading him more deeply now.
Laena wondered at her own intelligence at letting her hands wander onto Jack's firm ass. Oh, my God! He had no tan line! The next thing she knew, she was speaking. "How do you manage to be tanned in the middle of winter and living in DC?"
"Traveling a lot of the time. Occasionally, I can get some time in the sun. What about you? I noticed you are pretty tanned yourself," Jack asked quickly.
Laena had caught him staring at her several times during the day. Since she doubted he was looking for his personal pleasure, she assumed that he must have been wondering about her tan, which was unusual this time of year around here as well.
Laena slowly removed her hands from Jack's warm and supple flesh. The need to continue touching...no, it was time to admit the truth. She'd been caressing his back and pressing not quite hard enough in some places. Massages were something she truly was good at doing, and she knew what she'd just been doing to Jack had nothing to do with a real therapeutic massage.
She had argued with herself several times during the day that being attracted to Jack Spencer was stupid. He was the son of the woman she was living with, and who was also a good friend. The fact he was around ten years older than she was should be a roadblock as well. Most importantly, he lived in a totally different social stratum. They had nothing in common!
She was surprised when Jack turned to his side, propping his head on his hand. He looked at Laena, apparently completely unaware what his robe revealed came very close to indecent. But Laena was completely aware of his naked chest and how much his robe had fallen open to reveal his lower abdomen. She had to close her eyes, and then quickly turned away. She was feeling urges she hadn't felt for years, even while she was married!
"How did you come by your tan?" Jack asked her again, his eyes moving over her tanned legs. She caught his look as she turned towards him again. A definite sexual thrill chased through her body because that look felt more like a sexual caress than a sweeping of someone's eyes.
Laena lifted one hand to push her hair. "Your mother decided to get her hair done twice a week. She had me drive her, and said I was wasting my time just sitting there. Next thing I knew, she told me I was too pale and pushed me into a tanning booth. Your mother can be a steamroller at times."
A moment later, she saw that Jack's gaze had followed the movement of her hand, sliding down her arm. If possible, she felt as if it were an actual caress, the way his eyes caught on the full, lower curve of her breast as her crop top moved with her arm. She told herself she was being a fool but she couldn't stop the way her heart jumped in her chest as she saw his hand moving forward and caressing her closest thigh. His fingertips were just slightly rough as they rested on her skin. She had spent a long time before bed massaging cream into her skin, until it felt like satin beneath her fingers.
Laena's breath caught in her chest as Jack caressed her thigh. It made no sense. She was theoretically "off" men. She hadn't wanted to be near a man since Jeff had first told of his betrayal. So why the hell was this man's touch turning her body to mush? She didn't want to feel all soft and womanly! And she sure as hell didn't want to be aroused by this man! They were strangers and had zero, zip, nada in common. It was so wrong! If anything, he was the last man she should be involved with-he was Ruth's son and that alone made him off-limits. No man in her life was how she had planned the next years of her life. Still, Laena felt her pussy swelling with arousal as he lightly caressed her skin. His fingers skimmed her inner thigh and Laena shivered.
Her mind told her hand to push his hand away. But for some reason, her hand didn't listen. Instead, her hand lifted to caress the back of his hand resting on her thigh. Her fingertips moved slowly over his skin and slid up his forearm. Her hand pressed flat, fingers spread, catching the crisp hairs between them as she caressed his warm skin.
Reluctantly, s
he lifted her eyes and met Jack's. She found he was already watching her, gauging her reactions. She felt frozen as his hand shifted and moved up over her tummy. He paused just below her full, heavy breast for a second. Her breathing accelerated in anticipation and nervousness. She didn't fear him. Rather it was her reaction to him that made her wary. Never before had she felt so out of control. Her head screamed at her again to get off this bed-
Jack lifted his hand, and sliding it under the loose edge of her top, he cupped her breast in his palm. Her nipple was already hard and he lightly fingered it, teasing it to tighter and longer arousal. As his fingers began a gentle, yet insistent plucking, Laena moaned and her head fell back. She gasped and tried to breathe in more air. But nothing was going to stop the onslaught of arousal crashing through her at that moment. Too lost in arousal to feel the movement, she cried out in surprise as Jack's mouth closed around her other nipple, poking out demandingly beneath her short shirt. Laena's hands moved to the back of his head, cradling him as he suckled her breast, like a man dying from thirst.
Jack was so damned hard with need as he moved closer that he was beginning to think he'd lost all ability to think rationally. An easy movement to lift her shirt and he revealed her tempting breasts to his hands and mouth. When his hot mouth closed over her nipple, he moaned against it a second later as heard the little shocked cry of surprise escaping her parted lips.
He felt the slight pull and tug as her fingers curled into his hair, pressing him closer to her breast. Suddenly, he turned her on the bed to lie flat. He was above her, and resting between her now widespread thighs. In moving around, his robe had come untied, parting completely. Separating his demanding hardness from her wet, eager flesh was nothing but the paper-thin cotton of her pajama bottoms.
Jack groaned, pressing up against her sweet flesh. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the womanly scent of her body. He shuddered with need, overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions. His body was demanding actions and feelings that he had begun to think were behind him. He moved one hand between their bodies and discovered her pajama legs were very wide cut. The full leg opening made it easy to pull them aside and slip his hand between her slippery, soft folds of flesh.
Feeling her wetness, he nearly lost it. Knowing she was as aroused as he was an incredibly potent aphrodisiac. He moved his fingers up to caress her mound, expecting to discover her bush. He bit back his surprise, and eagerly explored the smooth mound and then equally hairless lips. He slid his index finger between her wet lips and found her clit. His eyes held hers for a long moment. Laena had deep, fathomless eyes like the ocean, and Jack felt as though he was falling into her.
Calling on his strength to contain and control his overwhelming desire and need to hurry, he wiggled his finger around, trying different touches, to discover the ones that made her squirm the most. When he found the one that had her hips jerking rhythmically, he worked her steadily. He gave her no respite. Watching her face as her arousal grew was both beautiful and fascinating. He sensed she was reaching her pinnacle and kissed her open mouth.
Laena's cry broke a second after he covered her mouth, silencing it. But nothing would halt the climax that careened through her body. Her hips jerked and writhed. Her climax came so hard and fast, stopping it, if so desired, would have been impossible. She wasn't aware of her fingernails digging into the muscles of his upper arms. Several minutes later, Laena realized that she was lying on Jack's bed. Her top was pushed above her breasts, her thighs were spread wide and Jack's hand was still resting half on her mound and his fingers lay along her wet, shaven lips.
Perhaps it was a bit late, but suddenly she blushed in embarrassment as she realized how wanton she must look. She turned her head and found Jack lying on the bed beside her. While she couldn't read his expression, nobody would mistake his physical desire pressing against her hip.
Was she supposed to say something? Her experience was so limited that she really had no idea how to act in a situation like this. Crap! She'd never been in anything like this before. The truth was that other than her ex-husband, Jack was the only other man to touch her like this.
Immediately she realized that never, not once, had Jeff made her feel like this. And she hardly knew this man. That fact was inescapable.
Jack held her gaze as he stroked his fingers along her wet flesh. Her climax had been pretty mind-blowing for him as well as he'd observed it affecting Laena. Even though he hadn't climaxed, seeing her pleasure and knowing he was responsible was pretty heady. Holding her gaze, he slid two fingers into her wet channel. He needed to be inside her, he realized with a start of surprise. He hadn't felt desire this demanding since he was a teenage kid. Emotions this strong were unnerving.
Moving his fingers inside her body, he slid his thumb back onto her clit. He touched the sensitive bud very lightly, and saw how heightened her arousal still was. He lowered his mouth and sampled the succulent delicacies her naked breasts presented him. Her nipples were long and hard, and she moaned as he flicked the taut bits of flesh with his tongue. He moved his head from one nipple to the other. His fingers curved inside her, finding the secret spot deep within her cunt. His thumb moved back to her clit.
The three stimulations were too much. Laena couldn't stop the second explosion inside her body anymore than she could have halted the sunrise. Everything was impossible. She lifted her head and bit his shoulder to stop the loud cry that needed to escape from awakening the household. She thrashed wildly under his touch, and her liquids flooded his fingers.
Jack didn't feel the pain from her bite. He wanted to be inside her and feel her heat around his hard cock. He moved, and was pleased when Laena shifted her thighs further apart. He stopped at her entrance, poised, rubbing against her wet lips and savoring the moment. God! So damned long since he'd-
"Hey, Dad? It's David. Are you still awake? I need to talk to you."
Hearing his son's voice, Jack froze. His gaze moved to Laena's and he saw the shock in her face. David's voice had acted like a bucket of ice water thrown over them both. Jack cleared his throat, knowing he needed to say something, or following tradition, his son would open the door and walk in.
"Just a minute, David." Jack held Laena's gaze for a moment and then he rolled off. He grabbed the loose edges of his robe, pulling it together quickly. He looked back and caught sight of Laena's back as she entered the bathroom, nearly running. He heard the door close behind her. He jerked the covers on his bed back up, and walked over to the door. He opened it and smiled at his son. "Hey, David. What's up?" He cringed at his choice of words.
"I need to talk to you about something. Can we go down to the kitchen and grab a snack? I'm starving, too."
Jack grinned and nodded his head. Some things never changed, he realized. No matter how stressed David got about something, he could always eat.
Chapter 5
The first thing Laena did the following morning upon leaving her room was to go in search of Ruth. She found her outside, having make-believe tea with Karen and Kristi. The girls happily invited Laena to join them. She leaned over and asked Ruth to please not tell anyone about the studio until after Christmas. She said she was afraid the announcement would upset everyone, and it would be better to have a pleasant Christmas. Ruth didn't see her point of view, but she did agree to keep it a secret. They then settled back and drank from empty cups and nibbled from bare plates.
Breakfast was a do-it-yourself meal. And after taking her fair share of air, Laena excused herself to go in search of some real food. In the kitchen, she found Pat and Jack sitting at the table, talking over coffee. She stopped, blushing, turning towards the refrigerator quickly. She desperately hoped the brief pause in their conversation didn't mean either man was looking in her direction. Laena had no idea how to handle facing Jack this morning, let alone talking to him again.
"Good morning," Pat greeted her. "Care for some coffee?"
Laena shook her head. "I'm not a coffee person. I'll just have some
juice, I think."
Jack spoke softly, yet it sounded like he was right behind her. "You should have more than that. You should keep up your strength."
Laena felt her cheeks flushing even brighter. She hurriedly filled a glass with orange juice.
"Come and join us, Laena. I think most of the family are sleeping in today." Pat stood, gesturing with his hand.
"Uh, all right, Pat." Laena walked over and indicated with her hand that she'd take the seat by the window.
"You should probably slide in with Jack. To keep the ladies happy," Pat added with a sly grin.
Laena realized she had little choice as Jack stood, waiting for her to sit and slide over. Nodding, she complied. "Thank you." To avoid conversation, she sipped her juice.
Pat pushed the plate of flaky croissants towards her, offering her one. Knowing she would be better off just drinking the juice and leaving, she still accepted one and took a bite. She glanced over at Jack and found he had been watching her all along. Hastily, she looked away.
Pat said something to Jack about the transition, and conversation shifted to changes in Jack's life over the next month. Laena listened and learned that Jack was subletting his apartment. Beyond that, he hadn't made a lot of plans. He mentioned a couple of the prestigious, and easily recognized, law firms that wanted him to join them as a senior partner.
She was intensely aware of his gaze lingering on her before he added that he was thinking of moving back in with their mother, for a while, until he sorted things out. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand moving towards her and then he ripped a piece of her croissant away. Without volition, she looked at him, hearing Jack explain that he needed time to relax and slow down.
Laena felt a jolt. She couldn't help but think this decision was last minute. A few times she had questioned that Ruth truly required anyone. But with Jack there, she definitely would not be necessary and once again, she'd be homeless.