Sturgis or Bust

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“WHAT?” shouted Sam, “you two know each other? Superman? Wha...how...wha...?”



Jack smirked upon seeing Michael whisk his arms from around Sam’s waist and then catch himself midway and try to act nonchalantly about it. Stepping forward, he grabbed Michael around the shoulders and gave him a quick, fierce hug.



“It has been a long time. The last time was when? Hmm, let me think...when Chrissy got married to that idiot right?” Jack commented, grinning at the look of shock on his companions’ faces. Carter seemed to be at a loss for words and just kept looking back and forth between both men.



Oh this was just way too funny. He hadn’t even thought about ‘Sex’ being here, although he should have. That bike club was his life.



Deciding that they’d been stunned long enough, he wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulder, pulling her in close and said, “Carter, I’d like you to meet my cousin, Michael. Michael, this is the love of my life, Samantha Carter.”



Finally regaining his senses, Sex gestured at Jack and responded with, “Sweetness, meet Superman.”



All three just stood and looked at each other, not knowing what to say next. Then Sam started giggling, Jack started smirking, and Michael shook his head and started laughing so hard the other two couldn’t help but join in at the absurdity of the situation.



Knowing that they couldn’t stand there forever and wanting to get the tent up before the sun set completely, Jack finally calmed down enough to order, “Carter, tent...food.”



“Yes, s...dammit Jack, quit ordering me around!”



“Sorry, habit” he apologized before nuzzling her neck to let her know he really hadn’t meant it that way.



“Eww, get a tent already you two,” Sex groaned.



“Oh please, you’re one to talk,” Sam retorted.



“Yeah, but I don’t want to have to watch him do that to you! Not when I was having such wonderful thoughts about you after Sven called me last night to tell me you were on your way up.”



“Thoughts?” Jack asked, arching an eyebrow.



“Umm, never mind, I’m gonna kill that meathead for not telling me you were bringing some guy along for the ride, Sweetness.”



“Some guy?” Jack growled.



“You know what I mean, Superman.”



“Quit calling me that.”



“Why, it’s your name?”



“Is not.”



“Is too.”



“Not.”



“Too.”



“Not.”



“Too.”



“GUYS! Shut up already. Sex, I mean Michael, where should we set up our tent?”



“Well, I’d saved a little spot for you next to my tent, but since you brought him...you can set up over by Purpleduece, and don’t call me Michael, Sweetness.”



“Let’s get unloaded,” Jack commented, watching his cousin walk away. “See you later, Sex?” He called out after him, a hint of sarcasm coloring his voice.



“Yeah, come by tent when you’re done, we’ll go eat. Right now I need a drink.”



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Sex prided himself on being calm and cool-headed, but seeing Jack here with Sweetness made his head spin. Disappointment at the finality of her being taken combined with the jealousy that once again Jack had gotten the girl. That was one of the many reasons he’d gotten the handle ‘Superman’. He was always coming out the hero in all sorts of scenarios and it never failed that he was the one who ended up with the girl. Mike had started feeling like Clark Kent when they were still in high school. They shared all the same qualities; he was just overshadowed by his cousin’s charismatic personality and lucky timing.



He’d been working on getting Sweetness into his bed for seven long years. He could still remember like it was only yesterday the first time he’d seen her. She’d been riding down the main strip which is kind of like a parade route. Motorcycles parked on either side of the street with everyone watching to see who rode by and on what. Just a few yards past where he was fiddling with the shifter pawl on his bike, a spot opened up and she pulled in. He took the opportunity to get a closer look at the modifications she’d done on her classic bike, and since he was always on the prowl, he’d used it as a conversation starter.



He’d been startled when she revealed that she’d been the one to do the actual work, and pointed out a few other things she’d done that he hadn’t noticed. He took her over to his chopper and showed her the new part he was trying to adjust. Told her he’d been having trouble getting the custom sized pawl to fit flush. She told him that she could fix it.



He took her down an alley to the back of his friend Bandit’s shop. When she shucked off her jacket her mouth running a hundred miles an hour about Tungsten electrodes versus Thorium ones, and then tugged the shield of the welder’s helmet down, he was a goner. Beauty, brains, and brawn; damn what a sweet combo.



That was when he’d named her. Of course he didn’t reveal the handle to her till later in the week. When she yelled at him about it, he lied; said that it was because every cycle she’d touched was running sweeter than ever before. While technically true, once the word got out, guys were lining up to get her to take a look at their bikes while they got an eyeful of her. It had nothing to do with why ‘Sweetness’ had popped into his perverted brain.



Over the years, they’d become...friendly. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that she was a tease, because she didn’t seem to have a problem with hugging him or lightly kissing him hello and goodbye. Sweetness hadn’t appeared to mind when he’d brush up against her or wrapped an arm around her once in a while. They’d danced together more than once at the bars, his hands more often than not settling on her ass or where his thumb could rest just above or below her breast close enough for him to caress her. She’d felt at ease enough to readily reach out and touch him while they were out drinking or sitting around camp telling road stories. He’d never managed to actually get her in his tent, or on his bike. If he had...then the rest would have been history.



Rousing himself from his memories, he saw the woman dominating his mind was almost through setting up her tent. Damn, he needed a drink before he faced sitting down to a meal with those two pawing all over each other. Another woman, that’s what he needed to help him forget her. Yeah right, that was going to work. Seven years...straight into the crapper. Fuck. Beer. He needed lots of beer.



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As they started setting up the tent, Jack had asked Sam how she met Michael. Able to read in between the lines of the story she related, it was obvious that Sex had just wanted to get into her pants, but why would Carter want to hang out with such a blatant womanizer. She’d perfected the art of avoiding those types of men since the military was full of them. His brain gnawed on the intricate puzzle that she’d been tolerant enough to be absorbed into Michael’s club. He needed more information.



“So, I guess you like him then? You’re friends?” he asked, staying busy to avoid having to look at her.



Shooting him a sharp look, she replied, “Well, yeah, we’re friends of a sort. I mean, up here we are. It’s not like we call each other and chat any other time of the year. Sometimes Sven will tell me he said hello, or whatever. I mean, he’s fun to be around, a good dancer, always keeps us supplied with beer...what’s not to like?”



“Um, normally I wouldn’t ask because honestly I don’t want to know, but considering that he’s family...”



“What? Spit it out already.”



“Uh, did you two ever...?”



“Ja-ack!”



“I’m just asking...come Christmas with the family, I don’t want stories and rumors being passed around. Michael does have a...reputation.”



“No shit, Jack. No, we never fucked.” She answered sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him.



He winced at her tone. It wouldn’t help his subtle inquisition if she was pissed at him.



“I didn’t think you did, I just wanted to...make sure. I mean, after all you did go out with Pete, and he isn’t nearly as good-looking or as charming as Mikey-boy can be when he wants to.”



“Thanks Jack, I suppose next you’ll be saying I have terrible taste in men,” she said defensively.



“Well, you chose me didn’t you, can’t be all that bad,” he joked, desperately trying to get back on neutral ground.



Eyeing her as she stalked towards him glowering, he braced himself for the punch he figured was coming. She stopped just inches away from him and glared into his eyes for almost a full minute. Then he watched as her face softened and she sighed.



“He’s not even close to being as handsome as you are Jack, and not taking into account these past five minutes, your charming beats the socks off of his any day of the week.”



Something clicked in his whirring neurons. “You think I’m better looking than Michael?”



“Uh, DUH!” she said, scrunching up her face in bewilderment at his question.



“Um, Carter, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but we’re almost identical.”



“What? What are you talking about; you two don’t look anything like each other.”



“Ok, granted since we’ve gotten older, there are more differences than there used to be, but Sam...our dads are identical twins who married identical twins. Our genes are as close as they can get without us actually being identical twins. We have the same alleles as if we were siblings, but because of our eerie physical similarity our doctors had some tests run just because it’s so rare. They proved that Michael and I share over 75% of our alleles in common, almost all of them pertaining to our physical characteristics. He’s just three weeks younger than I am, so we were even born in the same month. Why do you think I hate needles and scientists so much? Michael and I were guinea pigs for a bunch of geneticists until we refused to participate in their little studies when we turned 16.”



She stared at him like he was insane.



Now it was his turn to sigh. Positioning her so that she was facing Michael, but was leaning back into his chest, he propped his chin on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.



“Ok, look at him. I mean really look at him. His hair’s a little darker than mine still, but then again he hasn’t been in the same stressful situations that I’ve been in the past ten years. He has a bit more of a belly from all that beer he keeps guzzling. Same tan, although I think his face has a few more wrinkles from being on the road all the time. Same overall build. Same eyes. Same hands. Look at him Samantha. He’s me. You came up here and out of all these thousands of people, you found me.”



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Sam’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in shock as she shook her head in denial of Jack’s words. It wasn’t true. Sex didn’t look at all like...oh my god.



“Breathe Carter” Jack urged in her ear, tightening his grip on her arms.



Tears welled up in her eyes. Horror and guilt rolled through her gut making her feel nauseated. Oh my god. To think of what she’d done, how she’d acted, of what she could have, and almost had on several occasions, done when she’d been almost too drunk to even stand.



God, she’d always wondered in the back of her mind why she flirted (to be honest, she’d flirted outrageously) with Sex when he was always with a different woman depending on what time of the day it was. She couldn’t stand guys like that, had always been careful to run as fast as she could in the opposite direction. God, she really was attracted to the lunatic fringe.



She turned and laid her hand on Jack’s cheek, her tears threatening to spill over at any second. “Oh Jack, I’m so sorry, I didn’t...I...oh god!” she cried, unable to look into his eyes any more, she buried her face in his shoulder.



“Shh, it’s ok. There’s nothing you need to be sorry about. Really, it’s ok Carter. Please don’t cry.”



“But...but...I...”



“Look at me.” He said as he pried her off his chest.



“You didn’t do anything wrong up here. I know Michael and I know you. I believe you when you said you two didn’t sleep together. That would be the only awkward thing we’d have to deal with. Anything else is just harmless fun, ok? Matter of fact, I think that it’s extremely flattering that when you escaped up here to South Dakota, you came straight to someone who I’d trust with my...and your life. That says something about your ability to judge a person’s character. And by the way, if coming up here and having fun with someone who looks and acts like me helped in any way for you to survive these past years of having to hide your feelings, then I’m glad he was here for you, and that’s the truth Samantha. Believe me.”



She wiped at her smudged mascara and kissed him gently. “Love you.”



“Love you too. Now let’s go get Mikey-boy before he’s too hammered to drive to the restaurant.”



She slipped her hand in his as they walked over to the tent where Sex was downing yet another bottle of beer.



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“What the hell did you do to her Jack?” growled Sex as he noticed Sam’s slightly blotchy face and the fact that she wouldn’t look him in the eye.



“I didn’t do anything Michael. Carter just realized that we look alike.”



“She what? You mean she didn’t...? Really? Aw, hell.” Understanding flashed across his face as he connected the dots. “Jack, I need to talk to her for two minutes, alone. And I swear to God if you get all possessive on me, I’ll beat the shit out of you, or find fifty guys who can.”



Quirking an eyebrow, Jack gently pushed Sam towards his cousin. “It’s ok, go on with Michael, he has something he wants to say to you.”



Sex ushered her into his tent, his hand on the small of her back. Giving a quick glance back at Jack, he grinned at the frown on his cousin’s face. If Jack had any inkling of what he wanted to do, Sam wouldn’t be in his tent at that very moment.



A flash of regret ran through him that this would be the first and last time he’d have her alone in his tent. Sighing deeply, he stopped and looked at her standing in an almost cowered stance.



“Aw, Sweetness, c’mere,” he said, holding out his arms. “I promise I won’t bite,” he teased as she hesitated.



Rolling her eyes at him, she stepped into his embrace. He felt so much like Jack, but not. This was weird.



“I’m so sorry, Sex.”



“Shh,” he said, relishing her softness pressed up against him. “Nothing to be sorry for. It’s ok, I understand. You love him, and have for a long time. I was...a surrogate. No harm, no foul, got it?”



“Can we at least...”



“Oh god, don’t give me that ‘we can still be friends’ crap” he interrupted her.



She frowned up at him, and he took his thumb, easing the creases from her forehead and drawing it down her cheek to her lips where he ran the pad of his thumb across the bottom one.



“Just once, I’ve waited so long...” he murmured as he lowered his lips to hers, gripping her chin with his hand.



Caught off guard, Sam didn’t resist the kiss as he slipped his tongue between her parted lips for a split second making a quick sweep of her mouth before releasing her face.



God, his lips even felt just like Jack’s, but he tasted...oh so different. She looked up at him startled.



“I knew it. I knew you’d be sweeter than honey,” he whispered, before blinking his eyes and coming out of his short daze.



“What did you do that for?”



“Wanted to kiss the bride-to-be.” He shrugged, “Anyway, I don’t want to be your friend, Sweetness. I can’t be.”



“Why not?” She demanded, pulling away from his arms.



“Because we’ll be family you gorgeous thing. That’s better than friends. And here I thought you were supposed to be so smart.”



“Sex, you are such an ass,” she declared, smacking him on the arm.



“That’s Cousin Ass to you Sweetness. Now get out of my tent before Jack comes in here and castrates me.”



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Dinner was thankfully uneventful. Well, as uneventful as a meal in a restaurant filled with drunken bikers could be. At least they hadn’t gotten mixed up in either of the two brawls, although the cat fight between two women over one really ugly man had been entertaining. Sex had asked Angeleyes and Candygirl, who were the only unattached women at the campsite when they were ready to leave, to accompany them, but they’d already had plans made to go out to the Thunderdome.



Since Mikey-boy already had a good buzz going, the threesome agreed to take the campground shuttle bus so they could all drink without having to worry about the gazillion cops that patrol the town as soon as the sun goes down.



Of course, alcohol led to childhood memories and stories, and Sam found out about the incident that had led to Sex giving Jack the nickname ‘Superman’, and a few more which had made it stick. First, during the winter when he was eight, a bunch of the neighborhood boys were out at the local pond playing hockey. One of the boys fell through the ice, and without even taking of any of his gear, Jack had jumped in after him and had the other boy and himself out of the water before an adult could get to the scene. Another time happened when he was twelve. A hiker had gotten lost in the wilderness preserve behind their family property up in Minnesota. Search parties looked for two days without finding any signs. Jack had begged to be included, but his father told him that it was too dangerous. The day the search and rescue was called off, Jack disappeared and returned to angry and worried parents in less than twenty-four hours with the weakened and disoriented hiker in tow. Then, when he was thirteen, he and Michael had been walking home from hockey practice when a car spun out on the icy road and slammed into a tree. Jack sent Michael running for help as he went to drag the only passenger, a young pregnant woman, out of the driver’s seat. He’d just gotten them both clear, when the gas tank exploded, sending them flying.



“See, so I just had to keep that Superman name going,” Sex slurred over his glass of beer.



“I understand completely,” Sam burbled back.



“Oh for cryin’ out loud!” Jack pouted. “Either we talk about something else, or we go back to camp. This beer is making me horny as hell.”



“Aw Jack!” Sex whined. “I do not want to go to bed tonight with that image in my head.”



Sam just giggled. She was all for horny Jack, and leered at him as she poured some more beer from the pitcher into his glass. “Drink up Superman; I wanna see the Man of Steel tonight!”



“Ewww, Sweetness,” Sex dropped his forehead on the table with a thud.



“Serves you right, Sex. All those years of you jumping women right in front of the rest of us. What’s good for the goose killed the cat” she spouted drunkenly.



“Let’s catch a ride home, I’m done here.” Jack said, standing up and weaving from side to side. Peering at the cash in his hand, he gave up trying to count it out and threw the wad onto the table.



Jack and Sam headed towards the shuttle stop, leaving Michael to find some company for the night.



Good riddance, Jack thought to himself. He didn’t want to have to punch out his own cousin for staring at his...Carter.



Within a few minutes, the bus arrived and they wobbled their way on. Only about a quarter of the seats were taken, and most of them held sleeping drunks. Jack led the way to the back which was fortunately empty.



“Mmm, whip out that man of steel, O’Neill” Sam purred as soon as they were seated.



Too drunk to worry about their public venue, he didn’t hesitate to undo his fly and ease out his hard-on. Carter lunged at his lap and promptly slid off the seat. It was too narrow for her to twist and reach him with her mouth. Resourceful even in the face of drunkenness, Jack remembered her unusual zipper.



Within seconds her hot, wet pussy was squeezing the blood out of his cock, and he was moaning into her breasts.



Bouncing furiously, her knees folded against his thighs on the seat, his hands on her hips adding force and leverage to her movement, she gasped at the almost instantaneous cascade of her first orgasm.



Feeling her explode around him, Jack let go of his control and bucked deep within her one last time.



If he hadn’t been so drunk, it would have upset him that their latest adventure of sex in public lasted less than two minutes.



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Sam awoke slowly in the darkened tent; one side of her body toasty warm, the rest of her freezing and covered with goose bumps. A need to pee and the beginnings of a god awful hangover demanding that she afford them her immediate and full attention. Especially after she shivered again, causing the urge in her bladder and pain in her head to intensify tenfold. Damn, she needed to go now! She only hoped she could make it to the bathrooms down the way in time. There were just too many people in the campground to even attempt to find a bush along the way. She dragged herself from the side of her human hot water bottle and moved as quickly as she could out of the tent.



She’d been so drunk that she couldn’t even remember their trek from the shuttle bus back to the tent. They hadn’t even bothered to zip the flap closed. More like stumbled in and passed out still in their clothes. Her boots were even still on her feet. To be honest, she was still feeling the effects of the alcohol she’d consumed since she was still a bit wobbly as she walked. She had gotten about halfway to the public restrooms when she realized that she hadn’t even thought to grab her jacket. The cool night breeze had picked up and it had become downright chilly, although it had seemed to help delay her blossoming hangover.



The glaring floodlights at the facilities brought it back in full force. Squinting her eyes against the burst of pain, she hurriedly relieved herself and headed back towards the tent. She’d meant to grab another sleeping bag out of Sex’s tent (he always brought plenty) before they’d gone to dinner, but the shock of the situation and his kissing her had driven it straight out of her head. Now she and Jack were sharing her pitifully inadequate single bag. They’d spread it out just like they’d done earlier that day, with only a thin insulating blanket over them. It obviously wasn’t going to be enough considering how cold she’d been when she’d woken up.



She stopped outside of Sex’s huge tent. It was securely zipped. Scrunching her face in aversion to her actions, she listened for sounds from inside. Not a peep. Either he hadn’t made it back, or was asleep. Whichever the case, she felt safe enough to quietly unzip the flap and slip inside. He always kept the extra bags just inside the entrance. Reaching for the closest one, she froze as she heard a noise coming from deeper inside. Turning her head she could make out some lumps under the sleeping bags in the back section. Three lumps to be exact. She could just make out the blonde and brunette heads lying next to his. God, he was such a letch! She didn’t care what Jack said, he and Sex were nothing alike.



“You into watching? Or did you come by to join in?” His voice floated across the stillness.



Hissing in a startled breath, she grabbed the sleeping bag and held it up.



“Cold, sorry,” she whispered, edging back through the doorway.



“Come...anytime...help...get warm....” she heard him mumble as she zipped the fabric shut.



Hell, a letch and a complete ass! Why had she ever put up with him?



Tiptoeing into her own tent, she smirked at the sight of Jack sprawled and snoring. It didn’t look like the drop in temperature bothered him one bit. She undid the sleeping bag and spread it out on top of him before starting to strip out of her clothes. Pausing, she sniffed herself. Whoa. She smelled. Between sex in the park, traveling all day, not to mention the cigarette smoke and beer from the bar, she was rather rank. She rummaged as quietly as possible for her toiletry bag, towel, and pajamas. Slipping on her coat, she gathered it all up and had almost made it back outside when she heard Jack’s sleepy voice.



“Whatcha doin?”



“Sorry didn’t mean to wake you; I just really need a shower.”



“Hold on, I’ll come with,” he said, clearing his throat.



After he collected his necessities, they walked down the road, huddled together against the breeze that had developed into a gusting wind.



“What is it they say about South Dakota? If you don’t like the weather just wait a minute,” she inserted into the silence.



“I think they say that about everywhere,” he grumbled, the cold intensifying the strain he’d put on his knees during the last two days.



The first thing they both did when they arrived was pop some pain pills and then looked at each other sheepishly.



“Too old for this shit,” they said simultaneously, grinning and shaking their heads.



There were four connected sections of twenty-five stalls, each usually busting at the seams with people showering or waiting to shower. Given the time of day...night...or rather morning they were lucky that they were alone in the large unisex shower room. The shower room had the reputation of being the most entertaining area in the entire campground. Sam couldn’t count the number of stories she’d heard, and a few she’d seen, about what went on in there.



They chose the closest segment, not even considering each of them showering alone. In the dressing stall, he arranged their clothes and kit bags so that they wouldn’t get soaked while the water was running. Turning on the water to let it get hot, she stripped. Turning, she saw him staring at her.



“What?”



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Jack stared. She was so goddamn beautiful with her wind-blown hair, flushed cheeks and nipples jutting out from the temperature outside. Instant hard on. God, he’d hoped that once they’d finally consummated this...thing between them, he’d stop acting like he was an out-of-control hormonal teenager. Apparently no such luck. Damn every time he looked at her he was soon sporting a woody. And it didn’t have anything to do with her standing in front of him with only sexy tattoos as her covering and about to become very wet and naked. Well, not much anyway.



The flash of the diamond gracing her slender finger caused him to suck in a deep breath. God, why did he keep forgetting that little tidbit of information? Their...thing was a thing no more. She’d agreed to marry him. And as much as he was enjoying this vacation into the land of the Hawgs, there was nothing he wanted more than to take her home. Home. With her...and babies in the future if they were lucky. Her voice dragged him back to the present.



“Jack?” Concern flavoring her tone.



“I’m ok, just thinking.”



“About what?” She smiled wickedly, curling her finger at him as she stepped under the spray of water.



He slowly removed his clothes, wincing at the pain in his knees. “I was going to wait until we got back home to tell you...but...I’ve put in my retirement papers.”



“What?” she asked shocked. “Why? You can’t...”



“Shh,” he hushed her with a finger on her lips as he joined her in the stall. “It’s time Sam. My last fitness report showed that I’m just not able to compensate for the damage to my knees and back anymore. Even riding a desk has gotten to be bad...all that sitting around in meetings for hours on end just makes my joints lock up. It makes ‘General O’Neill, hero of the planet’ look bad. Besides, there are other things that I need to be doing while I still have some mobility left.”



“Oh,” she replied a little breathlessly as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her belly into his erection.



“Oh yeah. Things a lot more fun. Like this...”



He kissed her temple gently, working his way down her cheek and jaw line. As he dipped under her neck, he tilted her head until her chin was pointing at the ceiling. Continuing on down, he nibbled on her collarbone, soothing away the marks he’d left the night before with his rough tongue. Reaching the top slope of her breasts his hands left her hips to join his mouth caressing her curves as he sucked her nipples alternating from one to the other until she was moaning.



“Jack.”



“Hmm?”



Feeling her tug his hair, he lifted his head to meet her lust-filled gaze.



“Need you. In me. Now!”



“Ma’am, yes ma’am” he teased before rising to her lips like a starved man before a feast.



Widening his stance to provide a steady base, he wrapped one of her legs around his waist and guided his dick into her slick folds. Slowly he inched in. Taking his time was pure torture, for him and her, but so sinfully delicious that he almost didn’t care if he never made it fully in.



Ok, scratch that dumb idea. He was definitely going to go all the way in, and out. And then in again. Lots of times. But for right now, slow was heavenly. Slow was perfection. He could feel every twitch of her inner muscles, every quiver that pulsated through her core.



Opening his eyes he looked down, God; he was only in about halfway. He was strangling himself in her tightness.



“Carter, relax,” he soothed.



She only panted in return. So he stopped. He was so going to die right there, but he stopped and waited. Waited for her to open her eyes and look at him. But she just squirmed and whimpered.



“Carter.”



A moan.



“Samantha!”



That got him a flicker of her eyelids.



“Look at me!” He demanded.



Finally she half-focused her bleary eyes on his face.



Once he was sure he had her attention, he slammed into her completely almost howling out loud at the flood of sensations that his nerves disseminated to the rest of his body. God, how could she be that tight? That wet? That hot? God help him if he ever lost the out-of-control hormonal teenager that was inside of him. Because then he’d be doing a lot more less...wait that didn’t make any sense...wouldn’t be doing a lot less...fuck it. He was so far gone he couldn’t think straight. He’d better never get too old to lose his ability to make love to Sam, because then he really would have a reason to commit suicide. How had he ever survived 50 plus years of life without being inside her? Just like that corny movie line, when they were physically together, it was like she completed him. Two halves of one whole. Course, she was the better half.



“....goddamn you to fucking hell, if you don’t move your fucking prick right this goddamn second I swear to god in heaven that I’ll go Lorraine Bobbitt on your ass!” Carter shouted as she pummeled his chest with her fists.



Apparently, the half with the linguistic skills. He slid out till just the head remained, paused, was glared at, and hammered into her again just as she opened her mouth to let loose another stream of profanity. And it worked, well the cursing stopped, but the moaning started up again. Along with little sighs and gasps as he pounded in and eased out relentlessly.



Picking up his speed, his breaths sounding harsh and staccato in his own ears, he felt the second she fell over the edge and shattered around him. A few more hard thrusts and he let himself explode, his body pumping out every last drop of fluid he had.



Sated and exhausted, they helped each other soap up, rinse, dry off and get dressed. With both working together, they almost made one coherent person. Boots shoved onto bare feet and hunched in their jackets, they moved as quickly as possible back to the tent.



“Damn, wish we had some wood for a campfire,” Jack thought out loud.



“No fires allowed on the grounds.”



“What? Really? That’s...weird, I mean...it’s a campground for cryin’ out loud.”



She dumped her shower stuff in the corner of the tent and beamed a smile at him, “Don’t worry Jack, we won’t need a fire, I’ll keep you warm.”



And with a promise like that, who was he to doubt her?



Jack awoke to the smell of coffee wafting into the tent on the cool morning breeze. Feeling warm and content with a very soft Sam cuddled up next to him under the sleeping bag, he was loath to move and dispel the feeling of euphoria that engulfed him. He could definitely stay like this all day. Dipping his face into her tousled hair, he felt a rush of desire from the scent of her shampoo. Last night had been amazing, although he had to admit, he hadn’t realized he’d had a penchant for sex in public places before this little trip into the surreal world.



Hearing noises from other campers moving around despite the fact that it was still partially dark outside, he tightened his hold around Sam. God, he never wanted to let go of her. Wishing for a moment that they weren’t out in the middle of thousands of bikers, that they were snug at home in bed so they wouldn’t have to leave it, he sighed. Can’t have everything O’Neill.



Thinking she must have ESP, he felt Sam stir in his embrace at that exact moment. Loosening his hold on her as she stretched like a cat against him, he had to grin at the look of unadulterated content on her face. He’d put that there. He was so ‘the man’!



“Mornin’,” he murmured.



“Mmm, mornin’ to you too.”



“Is it too much to ask that we stay like this for the rest of the day?”



“Well, as much fun as that would be,” she waggled her eyebrows at him, “this morning the club rides together out to Spearfish for breakfast at the Devil’s Wagon Restaurant and then we take a group ride around the perimeter of the canyon. It takes most of the day but I guess we could skip it if you want…?”



Sighing, he shook his head, absently kissing her on the forehead. Forcing himself to sound nonchalant despite his gut instinct to tell her what he really wanted to do, he replied,



“Nah, I’m just along for the ride Sweetness. You’ve been looking forward to being up here, so we stick to your original plans.”



He was just going to have to wait to get her home before he was going to get to spend any quality time alone. Thank god they were only supposed to be here for a week.





“Coffee?” He asked, crawling out from their comfortable cocoon.



“Yeah, thanks.”



Smirking as her face lit up at the thought of hot caffeine, he strode out into the early morning air.



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Sam stretched again after Jack disappeared. God, the thought of being cuddled up in bed with him all day sounded a lot more appealing than hopping onto her motorcycle in the chilly air and riding around with a bunch of macho men and half-clothed women for several hours.



Soon, she promised herself. Jack was right. She’d been looking forward for this for two years (since she hadn’t gotten to come up last year), she might as well enjoy playing the part of Sweetness hooking up with Superman. Giggling at the thought of actually calling him that, she threw back the covers and started digging through her bags for some clean clothes. Thank God she’d packed her other pair of leather pants, the one with the same style of zipper of the jeans that Jack seemed to like to much yesterday.



Cocking her head to one side, her mind churned out a plan for the day while she methodically changed into her outfit.



She was dressed and sitting on top of the sleeping bag when Jack backed ass-first through the unzipped tent flaps, his hands full with two Styrofoam cups of steaming coffee and balancing a paper plate stacked with glazed donuts on top. Damn, that man had the hottest butt.



“Carter!”



“Yes, Jack?” Her eyes now glued to his groin area since he’d turned to face her.



“Michael said we roll out in ten minutes, so if you want a donut to tide you over until breakfast, you’d better eat it now, so we still have time to hit the facilities.



Knowing exactly what it was she really wanted to eat, she licked her lips as she raked her eyes up his body and finally nodded. Reaching out, she took the plate and set it next to her and then accepted her coffee from him.



Sipping the hot brew, she watched as he stripped off his t-shirt and sweat pants pausing only to take huge bites of donut and gulps of coffee. Loving his ability to remain completely uninhibited around her she enjoyed the spectacle of tanned skin rippling across his muscles as he moved about the tent, bending, twisting, and deftly maneuvering into his clothing in the small area.



Why had she ever thought that it was slightly chilly this morning? It was downright hot in that tent! She made a concerted effort to control her breathing, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about the moisture pooling in between her legs. If her plan wasn’t so brilliant, she’d say to hell with it all and just jump him right now. But hey, they’d have plenty of time to do it in the tent, and only this one chance to be where they were going today. Reigning in her libido, she finally met Jack’s heated, albeit amused gaze.



“Ready?” He asked.



“Yeah,” she said, taking the last swig from her cup. “I need to pee before we go.”



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Thank god, when he’d used the bathroom, his hard on had gone away. Riding like that would have been so uncomfortable. But considering the way Carter had devoured him with her eyes when he’d returned to the tent, he couldn’t be held responsible for the way his damn body reacted.



Damn testosterone. Damn Carter, looking so unbelievably sexy sitting casually amidst their rumpled blankets in black leather pants and a light blue suede vest under her jacket. The blue matching her eyes perfectly which glittered at him like lust-filled beacons the second he’d stepped into the tent. Then she’d stared at him the whole time he was getting dressed. He’d never realized that putting on clothes would be such a turn on for her. That was just another tidbit about her that he was going to have to puzzle out later.



Right now, riding towards the impending sunrise with her leaning into his back, her arms wrapped snugly around his waist, he let himself just be in the moment. One simple, glorious, peaceful instant in time. With the open road before him, the woman he loved more than life itself behind him, and the roar of the motorcycle drowning out the rest of the world what more could he want?



Oh. Well, yeah, one of the most perfect sunrises he’d ever seen was just the icing on the cake.



“Oooh, how beautiful!” Sam breathed into his ear, sending a jolt down his spine.



He turned his head slightly, pressing his cheek against her cold lips and breathed deeply while nodding his agreement. There just weren’t enough words.



All too soon it seemed, the roadside diner loomed into view. The group nosily invaded the restaurant, good-naturedly teasing each other about their driving skills.



Breakfast was loud and boisterous; Jack tried to keep to the outskirts of conversations as much as possible even when it came out that he was the infamous Superman that Sex was always telling tales about. Sensing rather than seeing the underlying tenseness between Carter and Michael, he frowned, wondering what Michael had done now.



Jack watched as Sam artfully avoided conversing with his cousin Michael who was seated across the table from them. Draping his arm across the back of her chair, he wondered if she was still feeling awkward from the news of the previous day. After all, she’d only seemed to relax after ingesting copious amounts of alcohol last night.



Drinking that much really wasn’t like her at all. Determining that he’d figure it out in due time, he pushed the issue to the back of his mind. It wasn’t like she and Mikey-boy were making their…snit, or whatever it was, apparent to the rest of the group.



As the group finished up their breakfast, the owner instructed them to help themselves to the stack of boxed lunches at the end of the counter. Letting Carter grab theirs, he counted out the cash to pay for their meal along with a generous tip before following her out of the diner.



The gravel and dust of the parking lot whirled around them as the bevy of cycles spun out onto the road. Trying to keep to the back of the pack, Jack maintained a moderate speed. They weren’t in any rush.



Quickly falling back into the zen-like state he’d been in before breakfast he was startled when he felt Sam’s cool hands slip underneath his jacket and shirt. His abdominal muscles shuddered as her fingers splayed across his stomach. His grasp involuntarily tensed on the bike’s throttle causing them to accelerate for a moment before he was able to relax his grip and regain his composure.



The wind-muffled ‘sorry’ she threw at him didn’t sound sincere at all. Matter of fact, she sounded pleased. He was so damn whipped. Addicted too, because the instant her skin touched his body…all of it…was reacting to her.



It was like that for almost an hour, him trying to drive while she touched and stroked every place she could reach. Pressing kisses onto his back through the leather of his coat, her breath on his neck sending shivers and goose bumps out to his extremities. The strain of trying to maintain his composure was causing his hands to shake. When her fingers manipulated his pants and crept further south his steering decidedly took a turn for the worse.



The teasing was sending him straight into the loony bin. Just as he was about to grab her hand away from his crotch, she let go and carefully zipped him back up as they roared around a curve. Sucking in a lungful of air in an attempt to regain control of his body he saw that the rest of the group had pulled over about a quarter mile ahead at one of the scenic stops that overlooked the rim of the canyon.



Seeing the insinuating smirk plastered on his cousin’s face as they pulled up, Jack made sure to park several yards away from Michael’s bike. At least it deflated his embarrassing situation. Practically leaping off of the motorcycle, he flashed Carter an ‘I’ll deal with you later’ look before striding over to the group taking pictures by the stone fence meant to cordon pedestrians from the precipice.



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Opening up one of the saddlebags, Sam withdrew her pouch of tools and started fiddling with a couple of screws and wires.



“Something wrong Sweetness?”



Proud that she hadn’t flinched at the sound of Sex’s voice, she mumbled back, “Heard a sound, so I told Jack to take it easy till we got here so I could take a look.”



“Yeah, that’s a likely story. Your face is flushed and your eyes are all bright and shiny. You’re about as ready for sex as I’ve ever seen.” He murmured stepping up close as she leaned over the bike. “And I can smell you.”



Feeling him even though he wasn’t quite touching her, she straightened and turned around meeting the brown eyes that were just inches away.



“Sex, stop.”



“Stop what?”



“Do you want Jack to hurt you?”



“He won’t, he’ll just yell at me.”



“Do you want me to hurt you?”



“Is that a proposition?”



“Dammit Sex! I’m serious. You can’t keep coming on to me. I’m with Jack, only Jack. If you keep this up, you won’t like the results. Besides I thought that you were ok with me and Jack being together. Last night you said we were going to be family.”



“Yeah, well, I thought it over Sweetness, and you ain’t family yet.” He leered at her.



Exasperated, she was about to knee him in the groin when she caught sight of another biker, Tinyman, stomping toward them.



“Sex, get away from her.”



“Mind your own business Tiny.”



Sam saw the meaty paw land heavily on Sex’s shoulder. “You can’t go messin’ with another guy’s woman, especially not in front of him. Besides it looks to me like the lady’s already made her choice.” Tiny growled.



Shooting a glance in Jack’s direction, Sex stopped fighting the force pulling him away from Sam.



Flashing a quick smile and nod of thanks at the timely interruption, Sam secured her tools and made her way over to Jack nestling into his arms.



“Carter, am I gonna have to kill my own cousin?” he growled as he glared across the gravel at Michael.



“He just needs time to adjust.”



“Damn, was he always like that?”



“No. At least...not all the time.”



They watched as the others prepared to head out again.



“You stretched your legs long enough, or do you want to stay a bit longer?” She asked, not sure she was ready to give up the comfort of his arms.



“We might as well press on. It’s not like I’ve never seen rocks and trees before.”



Giggling, she followed him back to the bike, making sure to keep a hold on his hand.



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Another hour passed. To his disappointment Sam kept her hands lying still on his thighs the entire time. Although making it easier (not to mention safer) for him to drive, it certainly had taken away some of the thrill of riding through the countryside. Of course, since they had stayed in the middle of the pack it was probably for the best even though he’d witnessed a few unseemly actions from the other riders too.



A sputtering sound from the motor reached his ears just as Sam tapped on his arm.



“Pull over!”



Nodding, he avoided the other bikes as he headed for the shoulder of the road. As he came to a stop, Sam hopped off and retrieved her tools. Motioning Jack to dismount too, she squatted down and went to work.



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As Jack stood there watching Sam tinker away, Michael roared up beside him.



“Problem?”



Opening his mouth to reply, he heard Sam say loudly, “I’ve got it under control. You go on ahead, we’ll catch up later.”



Seeing the loaded look that passed between his cousin and fiancé he shut his mouth with a snap. She did have it under control.



Hearing Michael spit out “Fine, call if you need to” before tearing off to join the others made him smirk. Complete with one raised eyebrow. Damn Carter was good.



A minute later and she’d finished.



“See that mile marker just ahead?” She said pointing it out to him.



“Yeah.”



“There’s a path just beyond it, turn off there and follow it.”



“Is that wise, considering the bike just...”



“Just do it, ok?”



Holding up his hands in a ‘whatever’ gesture, he turned over the engine which sounded suspiciously smooth and drove to where she indicated.



A graded dirt track sloped down the embankment and into the trees, curving out of sight.



“You sure?” He threw back over his shoulder.



“Very sure.” She purred into his ear, her hands creeping under his clothing once again.



After the initial jolt that flashed through his body, he leaned back and enjoyed the attention she lavished on him.



Blindly following the trail, he was brought out of his delicious torment when it dead-ended in a meadow.



Killing the engine as they reached the center of the sunny glade, he braced the bike before curling one of Sam’s legs around his waist. Twisting back, he deftly hooked one arm around her waist and the other under her ass, hauling her none to gently into his lap.



Groaning aloud as she landed smack on top of his hard on, he stared into her dazzling blue eyes.



“Do you see what you do to me?”



Stopping her as she leaned in to kiss him rather than reply, he told her. “Since the day you walked into that damned briefing I’ve had to hide it. Every damn day, Carter. Ten years of wearing baggy clothes and jerking off in the head.”



“Never again Jack” She whispered.



Growling deep in his throat, he slanted his lips across her, devouring her with his need to taste her. His tongue penetrated deep into her mouth until she whimpered for air. Releasing her lips his mouth viciously made its way across to her earlobe, biting and sucking his way down her neck. Wrapping a fist in her locks, he pulled her head back exposing the hollow at the base of her throat. Nipping at her silky skin, he added to the earlier marks that hadn’t yet started to fade. She was his. Only his.



Shoving her back across the warm gas tank, his chest heaved as he unzipped first her pants and then his own. His eyes bored into hers as one of his hands spread apart the leather while the other pulled out his dick. Without any further preparation he slammed into her core in one motion forcing a shriek out of her mouth. Barely giving her time to gasp in another breath of oxygen, he pulled out and slammed into her dripping heat again causing her to bang her head into the speedometer. Seeing her wince and grab the handlebars to brace herself against, he didn’t pause but hammered into her a third time. Completely out of control his hands gripped her hips to keep her in position as he pounded into her body over and over until the python squeeze of her internal muscles sent him over the brink he was teetering on and he came with a guttural roar.



He sprawled on top of her, his shirt soaked with sweat, legs quivering from the intensity of his efforts while keeping the motorcycle upright.



Burying his face in her neck, he muttered, “Is your head ok?”



“What head?” She asked, “I have a head?”



Rising up on his elbows, he glared at her. “Are you mocking me?”



“Fuck Jack, the only body parts that I know I have for sure is my pussy and my tits, which by the way are aching for your hands right about now, but your body weight is almost as good so...” she teased, pulling him back down onto her chest.



“Oh, much better,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around him and holding him against her tightly.



He grunted and shifted his hips a bit causing his cock to slide out of her.



“Oh, no.” she whined, squirming against him.



“Sorry, had to. The damn zipper is digging into my balls.”



Feeling her shake with silent giggles, he grumbled, “That is so not funny.”





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Men! He’d just used his dick like a fucking battering ram, but a little zipper in the testicles and he was squirming like a worm on a hook. As hysteria took over, her snickers got louder and he pulled away from her scowling, but she couldn’t help it. They grew into full blown guffaws and cackles, with tears running down her face.



Jack propped up the bike on the kickstand and stalked away from her, glaring at her like she’d lost her mind. Without his support she slid off the motorcycle and landed in a heap on the ground.



A few minutes later and finally able to reign herself in, she took a deep steadying breath.



“Oh my.” She exhaled. “Sorry about that, it was just so...intense, and the zipper remark...I just...completely lost it.”



Picking herself up and brushing off the stray blades of grass, she walked over to a still wary Jack.



“Really, you were so amazing, that I just had to laugh, cry, or...pass out. I guess the laughing won this time.” She revealed, placing her hand on his arm.



“Yeah? Well, you had me scared there for a minute. Not exactly what I was expecting for a post-coital reaction.”



“Let me make it up to you?” She asked, stepping closer and sliding his jacket off his shoulders.



“Hmm, if you insist.”





The sunlight glinted off his sliver hair, making his tousled locks shine like a halo. Oh yeah, that was an accurate simile. Jack...as an angel. Stifling her second wind of the giggles, she trailed her hands up under his shirt, peeling it off as she went. Discarding it, she narrowed her eyes at the glorious expanse of tanned skinned marked here and there and well, everywhere, by slightly lighter patches and lines of scar tissue. Well, maybe as a fallen angel, she conceded to herself. With rays of sunshine as his backlight, he certainly looked heavenly.



Unexpectedly, she hooked an ankle behind his bad knee, while shoving him backwards with both hands. Lips twisting in satisfaction at the grunt that escaped him as he landed on his butt, she towered over him, her hands settling on her hips.



Surprised that he only looked back at her stoically, she stuck one leg out, patting her thigh for his foot. As he complied without a sound, she soon divested him of his boots and socks before proceeding to kneel between his bent legs and reaching for his still unfastened jeans. Tugging them off as he obligingly lifted his hips to help her; she feasted her gaze on the relaxed and very nude body of General Jack O’Neill. Well almost nude. He ‘was’ still wearing his dog tags. Which made the view sinfully hotter if that was possible.



Returning to her stance over him, she gazed down on him, drinking in the sight her mind suddenly reeling from the bombardment of input from the past few days. Mother of God. She was engaged. ‘They’ were engaged. Together...them...Carter and...Sir...Sam and Jack.



Tears welled up in her eyes, as she was overcome by the horde of emotions that inundated her. Paralyzed, she just stood there staring at him like he was some alien doohickey that’d turned on all by itself.