Chapterthree

Same day

In Duluth Minnesota, Jo Harvelle stared out the tavern window, her mind full of thoughts of someone far away. But in the memories she was reminded how close they had become.

Damned if she didn't miss the hell out of him.

She remembered the second night after Sam came to her. He'd driven her home from work in the Impala…

Sam shoved the door shut behind them forcefully, his patience was clearly beyond him holding back his desire for her anymore. He pulled her to him, his mouth devouring hers fiercely. There was no protest on her part, instead she moaned impatiently into his assault, and she whimpered his name as he drew back from the kiss.

She never imagined she'd be so absolutely hungry for him, starving for his caresses, ready to feast on his attentions. Her head fell back in offering, so willing, so yielding.

He murmured between feathering kisses along her throat, "Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you at the tavern tonight?"

She giggled softly as sensation swept through her, "I have a rough idea." Her hands came up to comb through his hair as she met his gaze with invitation.

"Oh God, Jo, if this is dream don't you dare wake me up."

"It's not a dream, Sam," She pulled back from his embrace. She reached down to entwine her fingers with his and led him by the hand into her bedroom. He followed without question and simply let her lead.

She closed the bedroom door behind them and then approached him; letting her hands slip inside his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders to drop on the floor. She heard his sharp intake of breath as Sam watched her undo the buttons of his shirt. Slipping her hands beneath the now open shirt she pushed it toward his shoulders, while leaning in to kiss his throat. She felt him swallow deeply beneath her lips. "Jo," he gasped, his hands grasping her shoulders, his fingers squeezing her gently.

She heard the longing in his voice, and she brought her hand up to caress his face. "I'm all yours Sam."

He kissed her again, and she opened her mouth to accept the slow probing of his tongue, a tender exploration, and she surrendered herself to him in what was becoming a mutual seduction. She joined his tongue in the erotic dance as hands moved, stroked and caressed, and before long a pile of garments found purchase on her bedroom carpet.

Before last night she'd never given what lay beneath his clothes much thought, but there was so damn much to admire. His muscles were well-toned, his shoulders broad, strong-safe and reassuring.

Sam pulled her nude body close against his own nakedness, and she savored how right it felt to be held skin to skin in this hunter's embrace. She felt his clear arousal against her belly and she looked into his eyes, so bright with lust and passion, and she'd never felt more desired in her life.

"You're so beautiful Jo," he murmured as his hands began to caress her again, a bit more impatiently, and the increasing urgency was mutual as she arched into his caress.

Sensations overwhelmed her, the waves of anticipation, promised pleasure, and she gave herself to it. "Yes Sam... more…"

He nudged her to the bed, taking her mouth again and he pushed her down so that she was sitting on the bed, and Sam joined her, teasing and tantalizing her body, sensations from everywhere flowing and gathering in her belly, pooling at the core of her femininity. Her nipples were so alive with heated sensation as Sam laved one then the other, encouraging the slick arousal that was gathering, and was revealed wholly to her lover as he slipped two fingers into the flowing folds.

She was stunned by the intensity of what was happening between them. She'd had lovers before, of course, but not like this. This wasn't simple intercourse, it was so much more. It wasn't sex, it was worship, and she felt more treasured and desired than she'd ever dreamed possible.

His thumb grazed across her clitoris as his fingers stroked into her, and she arched as the simmering slow wave coursed through her, plummeting her into a gentle orgasm, and she knew he'd felt the clutching spasms around his probing fingers. It was clear in his murmured encouragement."Yes baby, let it take you," his voice full of the promise of greater peaks and more extreme pleasures.

"Sam," she replied, her voice lush with desire and increasing need, drawing his gaze to meet hers, "take me… fill me now."

He pulled back his fingers, moving over her, settling between her thighs, confident enough now at the abrupt change in their relationship to tease her. His erect cock grazed tauntingly at her entrance, until she couldn't bear it, and she whimpered her desperate plea… "Sam please."

At once he filled her, and she gasped with satisfaction at the pleasant fullness. He began to move within her and the fading sensations began to build yet again. She moved with him meeting each thrust as electric sensations built in swirling ribbons of want and need as she realized this was what love making was about. Each of them seeking to bring the other the most pleasure possible.

Sensations built, their pace quickened and she clung to him with her heart and even her soul; she ached for their mutual release. Nerves twitched and tingled, and the waves of pleasure built, his mouth found hers again as they mated, and she noted the change of his breathing even she approached the peak. She felt his release, like a throbbing explosion deep in her depths and then she too shattered, murmuring his name again and again. The waves of climax faded leaving her with a sense of peace and fulfillment like nothing she'd ever known….

"Jo?" Scott's voice sounded concerned. "'You're thinking about Sam again, aren't you?"

A becoming flush stained her cheeks, "How did you know?"

His acknowledgement of her question was to ignore it, and instead he took a seat on the bar stool next to hers. "We're friends right?"

Jo met his gaze earnestly, "of course, if you've got something to say then spit it out."

"I just think you should be careful. Don't let grief be your matchmaker if you get my meaning. I'm not judging Sam, Jo. He seems like a great guy, but if you guys are hooking up as mutual substitutes for Dean, then the long term future might not work out."

"Don't you think I've considered that? I'm not jumping headlong into anything long term at this point. But I'm not going to walk away from him either. There's a crap ton of shit out there, and he's had more than his fair share. So have I. We understand each other, and for all that's holy he makes me feel special. I haven't had a lot of special in my life. "

"Got it. Just make sure in the long run that it's your heart and not the sex talking."

Jo smacked his upper arm with the back of her hand, smiling at him. "Thanks for the lecture, and buy me a beer before we open.