Sturgis or Bust

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Jack awoke a few hours later with a pounding head and an urgent need to pee. This was why he never drank wine. He could guzzle beer all night, but two glasses of wine and he went running for the bathroom every five minutes and in need of a bottle of aspirin. Careful not to wake Carter, he slid out from under the blanket and padded to the bathroom to relieve his most pressing need.



Blowing out the blobs of wax that used to be candles as he went, he navigated through the pillows and leftovers towards his bag. Retrieving his own special pain killers and a water bottle from the mini bar fridge, he gulped a few. Besides the jackhammer in his head, his knees were already giving him twinges from their earlier escapade in the fitting room, and he knew he’d be putting more strain on them as the early morning hours passed. It was so going to be worth it.



He leaned against the doorway between the rooms and surveyed the sight of a naked, satisfied, and sleeping Samantha Carter. So perfect lying there with just the moonlight streaming in through the sheer curtains of the balcony door. If he were a poet...damn her for turning him into a completely whipped wuss...he would say that she was ethereal in her beauty; absolutely breath-taking. He continued standing there watching her as another of Buble’s songs floated from the stereo.



It’s a marvelous night for a moondance,

With the stars up above in your eyes.

A fan-tabulous night to make romance,

‘Neath the cover of October skies.

And all the leaves on the trees are falling,

To the sound of the breezes that blow.

And I am trying to please to the calling,

Of your heartstrings that play soft and low.



And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush.

And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

Can I just make some more romance, with you, my love?



Well I wanna make to love to you tonight.

I can’t wait till the morning is come.

And I know that the time is just right.

And straight into my arms you will run.

When you come my heart will be waiting,

To make sure that you’re never alone.

Then and there all my dreams will come true dear,

There and then will I make you my own.



And any time I touch you just tremble inside.

And I know how much you want me, that you can’t hide.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?



The music, combined with the vision stretched out before him, gave him an urge. A deep, voracious need to see her; have her in the moonlight, now. He looked down at himself in consternation. She looked so...happily asleep. The internal struggle only lasted a few seconds before he paused the music, walked over to the sliding glass door and opened it, the slight breeze causing the curtains to billow.



“Carter,” he called. “Carter, you asleep?”



“Jack? Huh?”



“C’mere, I want to show you something.”



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Blinking her eyes to try and clear away the cobwebs of sleep from her brain, she saw him standing by the balcony door. The moonlight made his skin glow, every naked inch of it. He looked like a picture from one of Daniel’s books on Grecian sculpture. The dramatic effect of the sheer fabric swirling around him, alternating concealment and revelation of his...assets... caused a bolt of lust to shoot straight through her.



She was still sitting up in the bed, staring at the apparition before her when he crooked his finger at her twice. Lowering her brows, she glared at him. That man had some nerve! Staying put, scowl firmly in place, her body still reacted as if receiving an electrical shock when he punched the play button on the remote, tossed it into the nearby chair and stepped out onto the balcony in the buff calling back over his shoulder, “and bring the sheet with you”.



Damn that man. He knew how to push all her buttons. Giggling at her unintentional pun, she snatched the sheet around her, and sauntered over, still a bit miffed at his imperious attitude. Curl his finger at her indeed, even if it was for more mind-blowing sex. Mmm, more sex with Jack. She couldn’t wait to see what he had up his sleeve...or up hers...she giggled again. Get a grip woman! She needed more sleep. Sleep-deprivation made her silly. Great sex was making her even sillier.



Pulling her face back into an irritated frown, she hesitated at the doorway. He was standing with his back to her, the moonlight shimmering across him. The words to the song penetrated her hormone affected mind. Oh. Hell, now she was weak-kneed again. Even having witnessed for years the soft and tender side he always tried to hide, his romantic mindset threw her off-balance.



He turned towards her quirking an eyebrow at her reluctance to join him. Sighing deeply, she stepped forward opening up the sheet and wrapping it around them both as she snuggled into his embrace.



Heat radiated off of him, causing her to shiver as her cool skin touched his. Nooks, crannies, bumps, and bulges all nestled together perfectly.



Well I wanna make to love to you tonight.

I can’t wait till the morning is come.

And I know that the time is just right.

And straight into my arms you will run.

When you come my heart will be waiting,

To make sure that you’re never alone.

Then and there all my dreams will come true dear,

There and then will I make you my own.





In one smooth move, he turned her so that she was facing away from him, adjusting the sheet around them as he did. Shifting her hands so that she had a firm grip on the top rung and raising one of her legs with his onto the bottom rung of the metal railing.



“Jack!” She gasped, “We’re twenty stories up!”



“Trust me?” he whispered into her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand gripping both sides of the sheet engulfing them. With the other hand he guided his cock into her opening.



“Oh, god!” she hissed as he filled her in one stroke. The lack of foreplay had left her not quite ready for the pull of skin on skin that caused some not so pleasant twinges. Until he pulled out, bringing moisture with him. After several thrusts the achy feeling faded and the bliss began.



Feeling like she was being groped by an octopus, Jack’s free hand roamed uninhibited all over her body seeming to be everywhere at the same time. One second his fingers were tweaking a nipple, the next, sliding across her clit, the next had his hand with a firm hold on her hip aiding in the rhythm of his thrusts. Every caress, brush, and touch tantalized her, inflamed her as he pounded deep inside. In. Out. In. Out. Over and over, till her mind was consumed with the desperate need of her release.



“Please,” she whimpered.



“Hold on Sweetness, not yet,” he commanded.



She growled at his use of that stupid nickname and shoved back from the rail pushing him even deeper into her and eliciting a guttural groan from him.



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And any time I touch you just tremble inside.

And I know how much you want me, that you can’t hide.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?



Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?



Letting the sheet fall, he used both hands to clutch her against him, swiveling his hips in a circular motion with every penetration. Driving into her again and again, his eyes wide open, memorizing the soul-wrenching scene before him. The moonlight gleaming off her skin and hair, the vision of their bodies joined together. Every sense heightened, he could tell that she was on the brink, just as he was. Every breath she took, every wriggle she made, every moan she uttered was like a roadmap guiding him to heaven. With one last rub of her clit she came screaming, fracturing his control causing him to yell out in unison with her. The tall buildings around them echoed their calls of release as her walls milked his gradually softening muscle.



Shuddering and unsteady, he pulled them away from the edge and keeping them together, dropped into a patio chair that was a few steps away. Shifting to grab the fallen covering, he draped it across her quivering form as he turned her into a more comfortable position on his lap.



Running a hand through her hair, he soothed her. Gently kissing her earlobe as she tucked her face into his neck, cuddling as closely as she could. He relished his feelings of contentment. He loved her so much. It had hurt for so long to love her. Now, the pain and terror had been replaced with joy and fulfillment.



Scooping her up in his arms, he strode back into the room and laid her on the bed. After shutting the balcony door and turning off the stereo, he climbed in next to her, and pulled the covers over them.



Holding her close, he whispered, “Love you.”



“Mmm, too” she mumbled back incoherently, already losing her battle against the sandman.



He watched her for several minutes, determined to remember every detail of this night, before allowing himself the luxury of following her into a deep slumber.



Samantha Carter scrunched up her nose, trying to relieve the tickling sensation. There, it stopped. Good. Dammit there it was again. Prying open an eyelid, she forced her eyeball to focus in an attempt to determine the cause. It was apparently chest hair. Oh my god, Jack O’Neill’s grey chest hair to be specific. She froze.



She’d been nestled in so tightly, that his rhythmic breathing was bringing his chest hair just close enough to brush up against her nose. There, he did it again, and it still tickled. Carefully untangling herself, she slipped out of bed. Quickly assuring herself that she hadn’t awakened him, she stealthily crept into the bathroom



Pausing in front of the mirror for the third time in twenty-four hours to stare at herself, (well, this was becoming a bad habit), she had to wipe off the astonished look on her face for a satisfied smirk. And she might just leave it there permanently after last night. Holy Hannah, last night!



Holding her breath, she shot an incredulous look at her hand. Wow. There really was a diamond ring perched on her finger. And not just any old diamond ring. Jack’s ring. Her memories of the night before almost had a dream-like quality to them. In reality, the evening was a dream come true. Anxious to make a few more fantasies come true she banged around the bathroom intent on waking the light sleeper in the next room. Relieving her bladder and brushing her teeth, she opted out of a shower for the moment. That was just one item in a long list of ideas she had for the morning - a shower with him.



Opening the door and leaning on the frame in what she hoped was a sexy pose, she slowly raised her gaze. He hadn’t moved an inch. Drat that man. Of all the days to sleep deeply. Stomping in her bare feet across the carpet, she circled the bed trying to determine if he was faking. Didn’t look like it. She bumped the mattress a couple of times with a knee. Ah hell, he was breathing so heavily, he was almost snoring.



Trying to tamp down her pique, she rationalized that he had been awake most of the night. And had been very physically active...oh yes, very active. Still, she’d woken up almost instantly when he’d called her out onto the balcony last night. Turning her head toward the sliding glass doors, she sighed. That had been heavenly. Ok. He’d more than earned the right to sleep in.



Stalking butt-naked out into the living area, she surveyed the mess they’d abandoned. Eww, it was starting to smell. She piled up the dishes as best she could on the room service cart and slid it out into the hallway, trying to maintain some level of modesty by staying behind the door. She went over to the mini-bar and started up a pot of coffee. Its aroma, as she threw the pillows back onto the couch, made her stomach growl so she picked up the phone and ordered some breakfast to be sent up. Thirty minutes they said. Enough time for a quick shower, so she walked back into the bedroom. He was still asleep. The party with Jack in the bathroom would just have to wait.



She really liked the shower, nice and big. Great water pressure. And hot. Her skin was bright pink when she stepped out of the steam and wrapped up in a towel. She’d just managed to retrieve her robe that was stuck under the sheet that Jack was lying on (still snoring) and stick an arm in a sleeve when there was a knock at the door.



Yum, room service with the food! She hurriedly finished tying the belt and opened the door. Oh, god she was starving. With no compunction at all she kicked the waiter out in a jiffy, justifying her rudeness with a rather generous tip. Mmm, waffles with the works: fruit topping, whipped cream, syrup. Hmm...Now this might be the makings of a really good wake up call! She untied her belt and grabbed the plate.





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“What the fu...?” Jack sputtered, attempting to sit up and wake up in the same moment. Except he couldn’t because there was something pinning his legs down. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes. And then blinked again at the vision in front of him. He must be dreaming. Surely that wasn’t Carter, sitting on his legs, her still-damp skin making her tattoos all the more vivid in color, the corners of her mouth red and white from the strawberries and whipped cream that she’d been licking off his....Wait, she was doing what off his what? Holy shit. Brain, proceed to meltdown, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.



His eyes never left hers as one hand slowly reached out to his other arm and pinched it. Yep. Felt that. Then he reached forward and pinched the back of her hand that was gripping his thigh that she was using to support herself.



“Ouch, Jack. What’d you do that for?”



“Just checking,” he mumbled.



“Checking?” She asked, “Checking what?”



“If you were real, or if I was still dreaming.” He replied sheepishly.



Mmm, fresh strawberries and real whipped cream, and they tasted even better when they were on Carter’s lips. And tongue, and teeth, and cheeks, and was that soap he smelled?



When she finally pulled away, he gasped for air. Damn that woman could kiss. Made his toes curl and his hair stand up straight on the back of his neck...not to mention making other parts stand up straight. She was so going to give him a heart attack. He was an old man, not some young stud that could go ten rounds and still want more. He had ripened to the age of quality, not quantity. Unfortunately, his dick disagreed with him, making its presence known by bobbing up and down in the few inches of space she’d left between their stomachs when she’d pounced on him.



He groaned, “Carter, you’re killing me here!”



“That is Plan A,” she grinned mischievously at him.



“Plan A never works, you know that.”



“Well, I guess I’ll just have to go with Plan B then.”



As soon as the words ‘so what’s plan B’ were out of his mouth he almost regretted it, because her eyes narrowed, and he could see the lust raging in them when she purred,



“Fucking your brains out.”



He didn’t even get an ‘Oh’ out before she covered his mouth with her own and devoured him. At the same time she shifted her hips allowing his erection to stand straight up before she sank down on it, holding him in her quivering center for just a few moments before she started to move.



Mother of god. Yep, Plan B was ok by him. Always did have a fondness for Plan B.



Placing one hand on the back of her head, he held her lips to him, although from what she was doing to his mouth, she wasn’t moving from there anytime soon. With the other hand he grabbed her ass, steadying her as she plunged down again and again on his cock.



Moaning into her mouth at the strangle hold her narrow pussy had on him, he bucked into each downward move she made. He tilted his pelvis to grind against her, sending shivers up and down both of their spines. The time-space continuum came to a screeching halt.



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She couldn’t breathe. She had to pull away from his lips. God she loved them. He was always twitching them, or pursing them, or smirking at her. She’d always wanted to just kiss the daylights out of him just to get him to stop teasing her with them. Now, she had to get away from them. She had to focus on his cock. Couldn’t do it justice if he could make her turn into a puddle of goo with those deliciously sweet lips of his. She twisted her hips as she came down hard on him. Reaching behind her, she searched for his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers, feeling them tense with each caress.



His growl was so adorable. She leaned down and whispered in his ear “Come on Jack, food’s getting cold, don’t want me to have to eat you, do you? I’m really hungry.” His hands gripped her thighs so hard; she knew he was going to leave marks.



She continued to murmur dirty little phrases into his ear, nipping at it once in a while to give him an extra jolt down his spine.



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He was so losing it. Any second now. What did she just say?



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Oh, the sounds he made. Like a freakin’ cave man, or wild animal. It was so amazing that she could get him to lose control so that he didn’t even care what noises were coming out of him. She was about to come. He’d better hurry. One more rock of her hips....



There. His sperm surged into her, as her walls throbbed around him, dripping down her thighs as she slumped against his chest, heaving air into her lungs in great gulps.



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Oh fuck she’s good.



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After waking Jack up in that...extraordinary...way, Sam went and grabbed the food cart and brought him breakfast in bed.



The way she looked as she walked away to get it would be etched in his memory forever, her thighs still glistening from their intermingled fluids with bits of crushed strawberries and whipped cream dotting her skin. Wow. What a woman.



Lingering over their meal, they fed each other bites and flirted with their silverware. She made him laugh when she blushed after he commented that he’d have to thank the hotel manager on their unique style of wake up calls. After downing an entire pot of coffee, Jack figured that he had enough chemically-induced energy to drag himself off the bed and get cleaned up.



Knowing his limitations and that he wouldn’t be a hundred percent for their trip if they...did it...again, he had a plan for a pre-emptive strike. That grey head of his had picked up a little wisdom along the way. Getting her into the bathroom was a piece of cake; he just took her hand and led her in there. It’s nice when people trust you unconditionally; they’ll let you do just about anything.



Since they had a time limit, check out time being 1100, he headed straight for the shower. Tub sex would have to wait for another day. Who knew that they’d be this comfortable around each other naked, because he hadn’t even thought about that little fact until he saw their pile of clothes from last night still sitting on the floor.



With the water the perfect temperature, he followed her into the stall; thank god it was big enough. He started at her shoulders, since she’d already washed her hair earlier. Firm, muscular, she had always filled out that BDU shirt so beautifully, but that was nothing in comparison to being wet, naked and looking oh-so-sexy with the Harley-Davidson logo of wings and chains. He lathered, rinsed and nibbled. She stood there and moaned. He smirked.



Her back and ass were next. Could’ve stayed there forever, but the clock was ticking. Legs. Now he was groaning. ‘Let the games begin,’ he thought as he turned her around. Every place he washed, he followed with his mouth. Usually his tongue, or lips, sometimes his teeth. Add in a hand or two. You get the picture.



He pressed her up against the wall, as he knelt in front of her. Her body started to tremble as he made his way down to her feet. Then back up her legs to her thighs. He let go of the washcloth. It was in the way.



Gently pushing her legs apart, he kissed his way to her mound. He had to still her bucking hips.



“Shh, Carter, calm down,” he mumbled against her skin.



Damn, she was way too easy. While it thrilled him that he could get this response from her with the slightest touch, it was also a little disheartening to not be able to show off his skills. He’d had years to perfect them, and he hadn’t been able to even get halfway through his repertoire of moves. He forced himself to take a deep breath. All in good time, Jack, all in good time.



He let out his breath in one rush. Damn, he’d blown it straight onto her clit without thinking. Must’ve tickled, because it’d made her come. Fuck.



Well, she’d just have to deal with it, because, by god, he was going to have some fun. Her body still quivered as he dipped his tongue into her folds and licked and sucked on the tiny peak. She tasted incredible. Lapping up her juices, he poked his tongue into her cavity and swirled it around a few times before returning to her bundle of nerves. Only seconds had passed, she’d barely relaxed from the first time, when she climaxed again. Harder.



He felt her grab his head, trying to pull him away. He let her go just enough to be able to see her face as she frowned in concentration. Her chest was still from holding her breath as the waves of pleasure rolled over her.



He smirked, and then, still watching her, slipped a finger into her opening and expertly applied pressure to her g-spot. And watched as the lights went out.



Crap. Hadn’t meant to do that again. At least she was against the wall, and he was able to guide her body as it slid down to the floor. Keeping her steady with one hand, he reached up and turned off the shower. Maneuvering so he was able to scoop her up in his arms, he carried her over to the bed. Had to lay her across the foot of it, since the rest of the bed was a complete mess. He grabbed a robe that had been lying on the ground and covered her before lying down next to her and pulling her into his chest.





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Her eyelashes fluttered open. Tingling, her entire body was tingling. And shivering. Like she’d run a marathon and her muscles felt all weak and shaky. God, what had he done to her? While mind-bogglingly delicious, it was like a caffeine rush that was out of control. Her breath kept hitching. Like when a little kid cries too long and they can’t stop sobbing. Christ, get control of your body woman!



Over the blood pounding in her ears, she heard him apologize.



“Sorry about that Carter, was having too much fun I guess.”



Feeling a bit snarky over his ability to render her unconscious, she replied, “You still gonna be calling me Carter after the wedding, Jack?”



Silence.



“I, Jonathan O’Neill, take you, Carter? Has a sort of, ‘something’s missing’ ring to it.” She sniped.



Catching her breath, she froze as he rolled on top of her, spearing her with his eyes. Gentle Jack had been replaced. His voice raw with emotions, he spat out,



“I’ll call you whatever I damn well please, whenever I damn well please. Your name isn’t the issue here. Your control or lack thereof, is. You might as well get used to it; you’re not always going to be in control of every situation. I’m not always going to be in control. We just have to realize that and deal with it. There are two of us, and we have to be able to give, and take, and share. Are you going to be able to do that? Because I don’t want to be fighting over this for the next thirty years.”



Stunned by his sudden vehemence, she managed to nod her head.



“All right then,” he nodded back. And then he melted back into tenderness, “I really am sorry about the shower, I got so caught up in the moment that I forgot to take it slow with you.”



Damn, was he bipolar or something? He made her head spin. Not knowing what to say, she took the easy road out. His lips were just a few inches away from hers after all.





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She had the sweetest lips. He’d always thought that. Now it was like they were ambrosia, he would never get enough of them. Unfortunately, time was getting away from them so he pulled away reluctantly.



“Still planning on going up to Sturgis?” He asked.



“Yeah, you’re coming with, right?”



“If you want me too.”



He laughed at the “Ya think?” look on her face. She was so cute when she rolled her eyes, although he’d never tell her that.



“I’ll take that as a yes?” He grinned.



“Please come with me,” she begged teasingly, batting her eyelashes at him and pressing kisses all over his face.



“All right, all right, enough! I’ll come with you,” he smirked as he climbed off of her and stood up. “I think I might actually enjoy this...Sturgis, wow, haven’t been there in over twenty years.”

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Finally, they’d made it out of the hotel. She’d recovered; they’d gotten dressed, and repacked their bags. Jack had called the concierge to handle getting his rental back to the agency and now they were headed north on Highway 25. Sturgis was just a short six hour drive away. She was even letting him drive, and not because she wanted to wrap her arms around him and snuggle in for a nap. Nope. That wasn’t the reason. Honest. It was because of the Neanderthal attitudes of the Land of Biker Dudes, AKA Sturgis.



Sturgis was like the Stone Age when it came to sexism. It was really kind of funny, since outside the city limits, the men were usually really nice guys. Sort of like her with the tattoos, they were role-playing. Just a big game where the men stuck out their chests and bragged about how fast their bikes could go, or how many miles they’d driven since last year’s rally. The women played right along, wearing next to nothing, and acting like they were property. Kind of reminded her of the Shavadai, before she’d kicked the crap out of Turghan and Mughal had decided to allow the women their rights again.



When she’d gone to the rally alone, she was a free agent so to speak. Men could hit on her, but no one really bossed her around because she ‘fell’ under the authority of the club she was associated with. This meant that if there were some sort of problem, then the club leader handled it. Sighing deeply, she didn’t relish Jack meeting him. It was going to be Sven all over again; or worse.



So, it really wasn’t that she was tired and didn’t want to drive. Uh-uh, it was just that she couldn’t make her man look bad by riding into town behind her. Although after last night, Jack could give those guys a couple of pointers on why riding in the back seat could be fun.



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Snoring. Carter was actually snoring. He’d always envied her ability to sleep anywhere, anytime. He slowed his speed just a bit. After all, they weren’t wearing helmets. He’d asked her about that, since she usually did. She’d just shrugged her shoulders, and said ‘Sturgis’. Like that explained it. Which it did. Helmets weren’t macho enough for the rally. The reason for going was to see and be seen.



He actually wished he could be snoring at the moment. He’d had more sex and less sleep in the last fourteen hours since...well, he couldn’t remember when, it’d been such a long time ago.



The sun was making him warm, and Carter snuggled up on his back was making him sleepy. A sign for Glendo State Park gave him an idea. Even though he’d only been driving about an hour and a half, he decided that they needed a pit stop. So he pulled off the highway, and drove into the park. Carter didn’t even wake up until he stopped at the perfect campsite. It was right on the edge of the lake with plenty of trees around to conceal them from view of the other campers. Turning off the bike, he climbed off, grinning at her sleepy face. The seam from his jacket had made a mark across her cheek. Even in biker chick mode, she was just too adorable. And she’d punch him in the mouth if he ever said so.



“I need to pee, you wanna break out a blanket or something? I could use a nap.”



She nodded.



“Be back in a minute,” he called over his shoulder as he headed towards the public restrooms that were a little way down the road.



When he got back, she’d spread out a ground sheet in a sunny spot where the grass ended and the mud shoreline began and had unzipped her sleeping bag to lay on.



“How far are the bathrooms?” She asked.



“About a hundred yards or so, that way,” he answered pointing her in the right direction.



Placing his jacket next to hers on the picnic table that was only a few feet from where she’d placed their napping spot, he sat down on top of the table and waited for her to return. Great view, he was good at picking the spots! You could hear children playing in the distance, far enough away so that it added to the mood instead of being annoying. Fishing boats dotted the lake off in the distance, with a Jet Ski or speed boat whizzing by every once in a while. Very relaxing atmosphere.



Lost in thought, she startled him when she returned and pushed him back to sit between his legs on the table.



He scooted back, wrapped his arms around her, closed his eyes and rested his chin on her shoulder. He could stay like this forever. Not moving, not leaving, but just being there...with her.



Samantha, however, had other ideas. God, he loved the fact that she wanted to kiss him every time an opportunity presented itself.



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Twisting slightly to get a better angle, Sam slipped her tongue in between his lips distracting him from her hands stealthily undoing his belt and pants. It wasn’t until a gentle breeze blew across his exposed skin before he realized what she was up to and pulled back from her.



“Car...wha...?”



That was all he managed to get out before she shut him up again. Kissing him was amazing, making her entire body tingle and throb. Of course stroking his velvety erection was equally as intoxicating.



Breaking away from his mouth, leaving him to gasp for air, she grabbed his jacket and used it to cover her lap. Her fingers fumbled a bit as she unzipped her jeans, lifting her hips slightly to be able to undo it all the way to the back waist band, giggling at his incredulous look.



She’d managed to get dressed that morning without him realizing that the zipper of her jeans went from the front all the way to the back; her long t-shirt had helped hide it, and he’d been more focused on her ruby red lipstick. Unzipped, they kind of looked like chaps, leaving the fabric in two separate pieces.



She took his arms from where they had been draped around her and made him lean back a little, placing his now unencumbered arms to help brace him on the table. Tilting forward, away from him, she grasped his dick in one hand and sank onto his hard softness.



She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He filled her so completely it bordered on pain. She leaned forward a tad more and sucked in a lungful of oxygen as he went even deeper. For a minute, she couldn’t even budge.



“For God’s sake Carter don’t just sit there, do something!” He choked out as he rocked his hips, desperately needing to move within her.



Bracing her feet on the picnic bench and her hands on his knees for leverage she flexed her thighs, causing her hips to rise until he was almost unsheathed before slamming her ass back into his lap.



“Christ!”



Repeating that move over again forced another curse word out of his mouth.



“Fuck!”



Again.



“Shit!”



Over and over and over and over again, until her breathing was ragged and her muscles were burning in agony from the exertion. Forcing herself to concentrate on him and not the delicious sensations running rampant through her body, she batted away his attempt to touch her clit. She refused to pass out. Not this time.



Using every muscle at her disposal, she hammered his blazing length into her wetness. Her fluids coated him creating a contradictory coolness when his cock was exposed to the air.



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He’d finally stopped cursing, but that was only because his limited air supply was being utilized for the survival of his brain. Vocalization was not a pressing need, preservation of his grey matter was. And it was a good thing too, because just then the piercing whine of a child’s voice penetrated the haze around his grey matter causing him to open the eyes that he’d slammed shut at Carter’s first thrust.



At first he didn’t see anything, but the sound was getting louder which meant it was getting closer.



“Carter, STOP!” He ordered in a strangled voice as he sat up abruptly, clutching her to his chest and freezing in place as he almost slid out of her completely.



His command finally registered on Sam’s radar as a father and son, fishing poles in hand, came sauntering across the muddy bank a few short yards away.



The father glanced their way, nodded a quick greeting and returned his attention back to his son. After taking several more steps, he blinked, paused and turned a suspicious glare at them. After his double take, he grabbed the unsuspecting boy around the shoulders and hurried away.



“Aw, shit!” Jack swore. “Talk about a mood killer.”



“C’mon Jack, just a few more times and we can go take that nap.” Sam pleaded, squirming to get him back deep inside her.



Who was he to tell her no? As an officer and a gentleman, he had an obligation to allow the lady to finish what she’d started. Oh yeah, and by the way, if you think I wanna stop because of an interruption, I’ve got some really cheap beachfront property in Arizona I’d like to sell you.



Stretching back against the table top he returned to his previous pose while letting her maneuver once again into that oh so sweet position. Eyeballing her ass as it plunged down one last time he thought that he definitely didn’t deserve her, and then screamed as he exploded into her.



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The nap had been nice and desperately needed by both of them after that round of mind-blowing sex. Later, while they were getting ready to leave, he asked her where she’d gotten those pants. Quirking an eyebrow at him, she replied “Sven’s place”. Biting his tongue to keep from growling, he could barely lift his chin in acknowledgment of her answer.



Not noticing her grin because he was replacing the sleeping bag into its container, he berated himself for his misplaced jealousy. It wasn’t her fault that she was so damn hot, and that he was so fuckin’ possessive. Those feelings had been bad enough before, but now...with his ring on her finger...and after having made love to her (repeatedly)...all he wanted to do was lock her in his house and shout ‘mine, mine, mine’. Dammit, get a grip O’Neill! What had happened to the last nine years of self-restraint? He’d survived ‘Pete’ for cryin’ out loud!



Knowing he had to come to grips with the situation sooner rather than later, he took a deep, steadying breath. Only four tiny hours separated them from strangers ogling and leering at her. 240 minutes until men who’d gotten to know her and become accustomed to her never showing up with anyone started hitting on her. Men who’d more than likely made up all sorts of stories about her...and themselves. Why had he agreed to go with her? Was he a complete glutton for punishment? He was too old for this shit.



He was drawn from his self-flagellation by her hand on his arm and her soft voice whispering his name into his ear. Turning his head, he was startled that her face was just inches from his own. He shivered, goose bumps running from the top of his head to the bottom of his soles at the combined sensation of her skin touching his, the whisper of her breath in his ear, and feeling like he was about to drown in the deep blue pools she called her eyes.



“I love you,” she stated quietly.



Aw, hell. Hey fellas, come watch the battle-hardened warrior melt like an ice cream cone on the 4th of July! He was so whipped. Did she realize that she had him wrapped around her little pinky?



“Only you,” her breath tickling his lips.



Yep, she knew. She owned him lock, stock, and barrel. Especially the barrel...down boy, give an old man a break! Guess there’s no need to go see the Doc for Viagra! Maybe some Nitroglycerin pills though, in case he had a heart attack from all this libidinous excitement. Crap, focus.



“This trip was supposed to be fun; not torture for you. I think maybe we should just go home and take the time to adjust to...”.



Always a quick learner, despite the image he tried to pawn off that he was as dumb as a box of rocks; he used her own technique of insuring silence and kissed her. Not one of his ‘I am so getting into your pants’ kisses, but the kind that was soft and gentle. The one that said ‘No matter what, I will always be there for you’.



Letting go of her bottom lip last, he whispered, “No, we’ll go. I just needed a minute to get my head on straight. You just be you, enjoy your friends and I’ll...I’ll get to know them and deal with...whatever. It’ll be ok, promise.”



With their destination and his attitude resolved, they grabbed a late lunch from a mom-n-pop burger stand just outside the park before resuming their trek down the open road, transitioning onto the smaller state highway and enjoying the scenery.



Traffic was light, Jack was speeding, and so in what seemed a lot less time than expected, they hit the first signs of Sturgis. Hundreds of cyclists were jammed in a bottleneck as they converged on the town. All the time he’d been able to make up on the road flew by and they hadn’t even reached the main drag yet. The sun beat down on them as they chatted with the others waiting around them.



Sam had taken off her baggy t-shirt to reveal a white leather tank top that was low-cut enough and short enough to reveal all her tattoos. He hadn’t been able to get a clear look, since she was sitting behind him, but judging by the reactions surrounding them, she looked sexy as hell. He just smiled and looked proud. See, he could hide his real feelings. All those Black Ops missions let him walk away with the ability to lie through his teeth. Trained to fool a lie detector test and experienced enough to survive with his integrity intact despite horrific torture, he could handle a little thing like guys lusting after his...Carter. Grin, nod your head, and let the lying begin.



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Sam was terrible at hiding her emotions. Here she was, reveling in the fact that Jack was with her, but at the same time as nervous as hell. She was about to divulge the hidden her, the free-wheeling, let-your-hair-down, throwing-away-the-rulebook woman that she let run rampant in Sturgis. Not that she slept around while she was there or did anything illegal. She just had fun, with strangers, with the other members of the bike club. The same fun he’d been trying to get her to do for eons, and here she’d stumbled on it almost by accident.



For years she’d felt guilty by his attempts to get her to go fishing with him. As much as she’d wanted to she knew that it would have been a one way trip, that after she went there would be no way to keep her feelings bottled up anymore. So, in a sense, Sturgis had become her fishing trip. He just wasn’t there with her in the flesh. And now he was.



Time passed slowly, as they made their way through the traffic clogging up the main street. She’d said hello or waved to several people she knew, most of them not even attempting to hide their shock at the sight of her on the back of the motorcycle behind some man. She told him the directions to the Chip campgrounds and within another twenty minutes of full roads, they arrived. Telling the guide at the gates that their party had already checked in, he waved them through and she directed Jack which way to go.



The Rocky Mountain Bike Club always got the same spot every year so as the members trickled in, they could all camp together. Close to the exits, the bathroom facilities, and the concert stages, it was prime camping real estate. The club leader came two weeks early in order to stake their claim every year.



A few shade trees, canopies spread out over picnic tables and small tents crammed in between larger ones met their sight as they came over the last rise.



Shaking from nerves, or low blood sugar, she told him that as soon as they set up the tent, they could go back out into town for some dinner. He just nodded.



Directing him to pull off the road and into the grassy spot that was the designated parking area, her eyes scanned the group’s exclusive spot. It looked to be about a dozen tents so far. Several people were milling around. Most of whom she knew at least by name.



Then she saw him. The leader-slash-president of the ‘gang’. Everybody just called him Sex. Even though his full biker handle was Sex Machine. She’d actually asked ‘what?’ when she’d first heard somebody call him that, and then she’d giggled. It had been so embarrassing. He’d just smiled and asked her if she’d like to find out why he’d been named that. She’d blushed bright red and to this day couldn’t recall the exact words that had spewed out of her mouth in reply.



She’d come to find out that the name suited him. Not only did he exude sensuality from every pore of his body, but he was with a different woman every time she saw him. Not every year she saw him; every time. As in she saw him go to lunch with one girl and to dinner with another. Riding with one girl at the beginning of their road trip and another at the end. Taking a blonde to bed at night and the next morning he was kissing a redhead goodbye. The man was a horn-dog. A drop-dead gorgeous, charming cad with the devil’s own smirk that could make a woman wet with one look.



They’d become friends, although he still tried at least once every season to get her drunk enough to say yes to sleeping with him. He was the one who’d pinned ‘Sweetness’ on her. She bit her lip as Jack turned the motorcycle off. Sex had seen them pull up and was headed their way.





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Well, fuck! She’s finally brought someone with her. Wonder if she’s into threesomes? Now that would be totally sweet, Sex thought to himself.



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Game face on? Check. Ready to have fun? Check. Ready to bust this guy coming over in the chops if he doesn’t get his eyes off of Carter in the next two seconds? Check and double-check!



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“Jack, there’s the club leader. I have to go hug him hello, so don’t freak, ‘kay?” She whispered nervously before sliding off the seat and heading towards her friend.



All she heard from Jack was a grunt as he dismounted. A quick look at his face over her shoulder assured her that he was going to at least fake being ok, since his eyes were glued to her blouse. Oh yeah, he hadn’t gotten to really see it yet. She exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked away from him. Yep, his gaze was still pinned on her.



She grinned at Sex before saying hi, and then almost disappeared in his arms as he hugged her tightly. Giving him a peck on the cheek, she turned and dragged him back towards where Jack was still standing by the bike.



“Jack, this is Sex Machine. Sex, this is my...” she said as Jack and Sex interrupted her at the same time.



“Michael, quit drooling and get your hands off of my fiancée.”



“Why Superman, long-time-no-see, what brings... your what?”









Author's Notes:

“Moondance” as sung by Michael Buble

I must apologize profusely for the biker names. Unfortunately, they are actual, real-live names that I have ‘borrowed’ even though the characters have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. LOL