No Time To Dream

by Treva Harte

  Hell, he just wanted Jen. Now.

  He was damn near ready to jack off but he knew that wouldn't be nearly as good as being inside Jennifer. She'd already gotten him addicted to her slick warmth, her muscles tightly clenched on his eager cock. Hell, her being around was the only thing he was glad about during this visit.

  He had to have her near him today. If she hadn't flown out with him he would have been sure it was a dream. He'd waited too long to leave after only one night with her.

  Now he had a ridiculous urge to show her off. He wanted to strut around with her, to say mine, mine, mine. Damn, being able to feel her body, to see her holding him made him feel not just aroused but proud in an embarrassingly macho way. She was his now. He'd won. Finally.

  He took another deep breath. Jen wasn't anyone's possession but—he still wanted to display her as if she was a trophy. He'd be ashamed of himself for the thought if he wasn't so disgustingly proud of getting her.

  Jack caught his reflection in the mirror and almost laughed. He was still naked, totally forgetting what he was supposed to be doing, while he thought about Jen. His cock was still hard, too, the way it usually was when he thought about Jen.

  He ran a finger down the length of his penis and it twitched upward.

  Then his hand squeezed hard at the base of his cock. He could wait, damn it. She'd make this worth waiting for. He wanted to see her here in front of the mirror with him when they both came.

  Jack took a breath, ran a comb through his hair. He needed to be presentable. He needed to behave himself. If he didn't keep himself in line he wasn't going to keep her. This was serious for him and he was pretty sure she wouldn't have had sex with him if it wasn't serious for her but-

  Was she just as proud to be around him as he was with her?

  Even lying flat on a hospital bed, Mike Logan was a large man. He had the same red hair as his son, but Jen saw no other similarities.

  His gray eyes were calculating, his smile quick, but not jovial. He looked a little pale, but otherwise reasonably healthy. She tried to remember what he had looked like when she was little, but couldn't. Perhaps he had been home so rarely that she wasn't able to remember.

  The huge bouquets of flowers everywhere looked a little out of place next to such a large male, but they reminded her that this was both an important person who people paid respect to and a private room in a hospital. The luxury in the room almost made you forget where you were if you ignored the medical equipment. The monitors next to his bed continued to work at what seemed a steady, reassuring rate. Jen assumed that meant all was as it should be.

  "So this is Jennifer," his voice rasped. "I remember your parents, of course."

  "Of course," Jennifer echoed. She wondered. Mike Logan struck her as a man who remembered only the people who could help him.

  "Lisa told me you had come here with Jack to visit." The man's eyes narrowed on her.

  For the first time it occurred to Jen that Jack hadn't told his family that he was bringing two additional guests along. Perhaps Lisa had some reason for coolness—and for what she had undoubtedly been telling her husband.

  Jen looked at Jack, startled. Then she remembered that Lisa had had a room waiting for her when they arrived. A separate room. Jack must have at least informed Lisa someone else was coming.

  But had Lisa told her husband that? Mike Logan's voice had sounded anything but welcoming. Or was there some other reason he didn't seem to care for her?

  "I thought it was time you met Jennifer again," Jack spoke up behind her. "If you remember her family at all, you will remember how important she's always been to me."

  He kept his hand on her shoulder.

  "It's the first time Jack's bothered to bring a young lady to visit," Mike said. "Let me tell you, I was beginning to wonder about the boy."

  Wonder what?

  "I can assure you that Jack is completely heterosexual, if that is what you are concerned about, Mr. Logan." Jen heard the words come out of her mouth before she had really thought them out.

  For an instant she caught Jack's eye and both of them were tempted to grin.

  The big man let out a sudden, barking laugh.

  "He damned well better be," he told her. "No, I didn't have any doubts on that score, even though he's damned closemouthed about any ladies."

  At that moment a nurse wandered in to check his vital signs. With an annoyed grunt, the man submitted to the inspection and waved her out again.

  "No, I've been wondering when the boy would settle down." Mike kept his eyes on Jen. "I hear you have children already."

  "One girl."

  The man looked her over a moment more and then, wordlessly dismissing her, turned to Jack.

  "I've some things I want you to have locked up at the bank. Have Morgan go with you to the safe deposit box tomorrow before you leave. You might as well take some of the stuff in it now. He'll know what I want."

  "Very well. Good-night, Dad."

  "I hope you are feeling much better soon, Mr. Logan."

  "This won't keep me down," the older man assured them. "G'night, both of you. Stop by here before you go in the morning, boy."

  As they walked down the corridor, Jen looked at Jack.

  "What was that all about?" she asked. "Why the command performance?"

  "I expect he wanted to look you over," Jack told her. "Lisa must have given him an earful. Fortunately he tends to listen to her about as often as he listened to my mother. In other words, only when it pleases him."

  "And what opinion did he form?" Jen asked.

  "I couldn't say. I've only known him all my life," Jack said, cheerfully. "Mike lets you know what he wants you to know exactly when he chooses to tell you. I can tell you more after Morgan and I get whatever it is he wants me to pick up. I think your visit and that are connected. That's just a guess on my part, though. For such a loud man, Dad rarely lets anything slip. Does it matter? I know what I think of you."

  "Let's go someplace very casual to eat tonight. Maybe Mexican," Jen decided. "I think I've had it with the lifestyles of the rich and famous for one evening."

  "Tacos and beer sound good," Jack agreed. "We can while away the hours avoiding Lisa until dark. Then, at the proper time, we can go back and I can get into bed with you and be improper."

  "We have separate rooms, Jack."

  "We have doors that let us get in rooms, Jen." Jack kissed her hands suddenly. "I think we've both been damned good sports about this visit. But if I have to wait more than twenty-four hours to get my hands on you again, I will cease being a good sport. You'd hate to see me in a really bad mood."

  "Let's go have a beer, Jack, and maybe listen to some songs on a jukebox." She ruffled his hair. "We can discuss it."

  "I can assure you we'll do more than discuss it," Jack murmured. "I can be very persuasive when I put my mind to it. In fact, have you heard that people pay me very good money to be persuasive?"

  "Really?"

  "But this is your lucky day. I've decided to persuade you for free."

  Jen laughed.

  "I have enjoyed parts of this visit," she told him. "Mostly the parts where I'm with you."

  Jack tucked his arm into hers.

  "That's how it should be," he assured her.

  "Well, if Lisa guards my bedroom door to make sure you don't come in tonight, there's always that blanket on the plane," Jen teased.

  "Don't underestimate me, love," Jack said. "I think I can manage both tonight's visit and the plane tomorrow."

  As they left the hospital, it occurred to Jen that Jack might never tell her what he was going to pick up the next morning for his father. Then she would never find out Mike Logan's opinion of her.

  But at the moment it didn't concern her at all. She knew now, absolutely, that Jack had excellent reasons for avoiding familial visits. She was also supremely grateful that Jack had so little in common with his father.

  "Jen? Open the window."

  "What?"

/>   "I feel like I'm in some stupid romantic movie here. Open the window."

  She finally located where the voice was coming from. The bedroom window? Jen stifled a giggle and fumbled with the latch.

  A rose was thrust into her face. Jennifer took it as Jack's legs, then his torso, slid into the bedroom. When his head came into view, she leaned over to peck him on the lips.

  "Why the window, Romeo?"

  "Because I don't feel like explaining things to Lisa. I swear the woman is probably outside the door, waiting to pounce on me."

  "So I'm the bait and you're her prey?"

  "Could be." Jack took another rose from his pocket and brushed it against her lips. "Besides, you're pretty enough to be Juliet."

  "You're a flatterer, Mr. Logan. But tell me more." Jen was suddenly aware of how sheer her nightgown was.

  "Sorry, darling. I'm not a poet. I'm just an ordinary man." With one quick flick, he ripped the nightgown off her.

  "Oh!" Jen gasped.

  "An ordinary man with a very special woman in front of him." The rose dipped, curved down between her breasts.

  She backed up. Jack followed. When the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, she fell backwards, silently inviting him to join her.

  He said nothing, neither did she. The sound of their breathing seemed to fill her ears, her brain, her heart. He stood before her and the rose traced its way across her stomach. Jack's gaze never left her body.

  "I have some scars…from Vicky."

  "You're beautiful." The rose tickled between her thighs.

  Jen clamped her lips tight shut, trying not to give in so easily. That would make this all end way too soon. But her nerve endings twanged as the petals lightly brushed her thighs.

  I love you.

  She wanted to scream it aloud.

  She didn't want to ever say those words to anyone again.

  It was sex. She was so used to love and sex always being combined that she was getting confused. The longer this delightful torture continued the more she was going to get mixed up. He got on his knees in front of her and leaned forward.

  "Oh, Jack—" she moaned as flower and tongue began to stroke together. "Finish me, please. No teasing. I can't stand any more."

  "Oh yes, you can. You're tough. Beautiful and tough and sexy as hell. Scream for me, Jen. I love that."

  "Jack—" The strokes, sometimes with the flower, more often his tongue, intensified just enough to make her want to scream, but slow enough to forestall any relief.

  She'd die. The gentle teasing would kill her.

  "Don't shut your eyes, Jen. Sit up and look at me. I love see your eyes when you come. You're so close, aren't you…"

  Jennifer obeyed. Jack's face looked ferocious, his lip curled up in an almost snarl. His control was costing him as well as her.

  Why? Why was he holding back from her? She jerked her hips upward and he moved back slightly. She twisted and squirmed and silently demanded. His thrusts slowed even further, became more shallow.

  "Damn it, hurry!"

  The tip of his tongue circled teasingly in response, just grazing her clit.

  Jen wanted to scream. Or cry. Damn it, she wanted to come! Her heart was hammering and she felt like she would break in two if Jack didn't—if he did—She was going to fall apart in a moment no matter what happened. She wanted to fall apart with his cock fully inside her.

  "Make me, sweetheart." Jack whispered the words, quite lovingly, against her, the vibrations humming against her nerves. "You know you can."

  Jen pulled fiercely on his arms. Jack obeyed her silent urging. When he stood up again, she stroked his penis. It was smooth and hard and hot. She squeezed. Once, twice. She traced the swollen head with a thumbnail. It turned slick with drops of his cum.

  "Why don't you scream for me when you come?" she invited.

  He groaned. One of his arms snaked over, dragged the full-length mirror by the bed to face them.

  "I've been imagining—I want to see us—Do that again, Jennifer."

  She leaned forward, licked the cum from his penis tip. So salty. So right. She trembled with her own power as his cock thrust forward this time, unable to keep control.

  The rose dropped, tumbled past her thigh to the sheets, as he shifted his body to push her down on the bed, his knees bent as he moved over her. She tasted him, absorbed the convulsive shudders under her hands as she held his ass tightly, as she let his cock slide inside her mouth.

  "Look at us, Jen."

  She watched her reflection arch back to take more of his cock down her throat. She saw his reflection as Jack stared at them both in the mirror.

  She watched Jack's real face contort.

  "Not yet," he groaned the word this time. "I want us both to come. Together. I want to see us. Oh, my God, Jen. Get on top."

  They couldn't wait much longer. She knew it as well as he did. Jen shifted her own body as he rolled them over on the bed and then lifted her up to place her on top. When she straddled him, his fingers pulled her hips down hard on top of him. God, he was strong. She wanted that strength all for her.

  Fast and frantic, she rode him. Fast and frantic was what her reflection showed when she stared at her own tortured face, flushed skin, tumbled hair. Fast and frantic was what she heard as his gasps and hers mingled. He was watching her, watching their mirrored images, entangled, fighting against each other and then fighting to stay near.

  Sweat and need. Hard, pumping thrusts up and down. His cock filling her as she moved against him.

  Pleasure. Pleasure flowing from her and him. She couldn't wait any longer, she couldn't, she couldn't…

  "Jen!" The shout sounded like he was dying.

  Jen gave a long, satisfied sigh as she collapsed on top of him.

  The next morning at breakfast Jen dug into the huevos rancheros with real enthusiasm. For one thing, Jack had depleted her energy last night and for another, they'd be leaving shortly.

  Vicky had firmly and loudly refused to be left with the nanny and the other two children this morning, so Jen held her on her lap, shoveling bits of toast in Vicky's mouth. Lisa came in and served herself at the morning buffet.

  Jack came in last. He had gone early to finish up his father's business, Jen surmised. Briefly he dropped a kiss on Jen's neck. She remembered the evening before, when he had been much less restrained and then she smiled and dutifully pecked him back.

  "All done now?" Jen asked.

  "Yes." Jack sat down. "Miguel will be by to get us in another twenty minutes."

  "Hurry and eat something then," Jen urged. "Who knows what we'll get on the plane. Much as I've enjoyed flying first class, Jack, the food still leaves a little something to be desired."

  "My compliments to the cook." Jack looked up after the first bite.

  "I'll convey them." Lisa briefly looked up from her coffee.

  "How is your father this morning?" Jen thought she should ask, since Lisa didn't seem inclined to find out.

  "Doing better, I think," Jack said. "The doctors expect him to be home again soon."

  "I'm glad." Jen gave another glance at the silent Lisa.

  "Dad sends his love." Jack left some ambiguity as to just whom the love was being sent to.

  At that moment Vicky looked up and beamed at Jack, mouth full of toast.

  "Da," she repeated and reached her arms up to Jack. "Da."

  Jen's chest tightened when she saw Jack stare at Vicky. There was a long moment where he just looked stunned.

  Oh God. He wouldn't say anything to hurt her baby's feelings, would he?

  Then he scrambled over to the little girl and held her.

  "Sweetheart," Jack said to her softly.

  Vicky's hands clung to his neck and her buttery lips formed a big kiss for him. The two of them smiled at each other.

  Jen would have burst into tears had she not noticed Lisa's sudden movement at her place at the table. There was pure fury in Lisa's eyes.

  To hell with her. Jac
k has been the closest thing to a father Vicky ever had and better than most.

  "I guess it's time to go." Jen stood up quickly as Miguel entered the room.

  "Bon voyage," Lisa told them.

  "Thank you for your hospitality," Jen answered, too sweetly.

  She took satisfaction in the sight of Jack leaving with Vicky firmly planted in his arms.

  Eat your heart out, girl. For now at least he's mine. Mine and my baby's. And we both know he'll never be yours. Enjoy your old husband and his money and house. I wouldn't trade with you for anything.

  Chapter Four

  "Hey, Jen! I'm going to take an early lunch break since it's been so quiet this morning," Laura called cheerfully. "The old slave-driver won't be back until another hour or so. Can I grab you something?"

  "No, that's OK," Jen responded, absently. "I'll get something when you come back. I really want to finish this up."

  "Well, I'll try to get in before Jack so you can scoot out and eat. Once that red-headed devil is back, there is no point in even trying to eat."

  "Laura, why are you always so mean about Jack?" Jen still didn't look up as she made her automatic reply to Laura's complaints.

  "Jen, just because he is nice to you doesn't mean he isn't a devil and a slave-driver!" Laura shook her head. "You're just lucky that he never snaps at you. And he works both of us like dogs when he's around. You're just a glutton for punishment. You keep it up even when he isn't around."

  "Maybe that's why he doesn't snarl at me."

  As Laura walked down the hall, Jen worked on the will the previous client had outlined for Jack. It was odd—working for Jack was almost the way it always had been. It was easier when he wasn't in the office, to be sure. When he was around, she could get blindsided by a quick glance from him and have a sudden, crazed urge to jump him right there.

  Still, they kept their hands pretty much to themselves at work. She was actually afraid she'd have no self-control if they started anything. But they knew the office policy on dating—if going home to have sex two or three times a night counted as dating—and had both agreed to keep quiet. Each of them knew who would be asked to resign if anyone found out and Jen needed her job. Her family depended on her paycheck.