Chapter six
Jack had been as good as his word. The following day he had filed his request for retirement and separation from the U.S.A.F. General Hammond hadn't been very happy about it, but Jack knew there was really nothing the man could do. They were both aware that Jack had devoted thirty years of his life in service to his country, and he more than deserved to spend the rest of his life however he saw fit.
Sam was working in her lab when Jack came in to tell her that he had followed through on his promise. She had news for him as well, and she wasn't sure what effect it would have on him.
"It looks like you could have waited," she said almost cheerfully, trying to hide her disappointment. She didn't want him to feel obligated in any way toward her, so maybe this was for the best.
"Why wait?" Jack asked, glancing up at the security camera, before sliding a hand up under her long-sleeved BDU shirt, to rub her back through her black t-shirt. It wasn't as good as skin on skin, but it was better than nothing. Plus it was a lot more than he'd gotten in the past. He had come to her lab every day for years just to see her pretty face. She had always told him to stop touching things. 'She's not telling me that NOW, so I must have done something right,' he thought smugly. Jack rubbed her back in circles and then ran one finger down her spine. Sam shivered involuntarily.
"Because Janet says I'm not pregnant. You may have retired for nothing," she told him. The news from the doctor was not what she'd been praying for, but she didn't let on, just in case Jack was feeling trapped and wanted out.
"That just means we have to try harder, that's all. What d'ya say we try tonight?" Jack asked, pulling his hand out from under her shirt. Then he moved to stand on the opposite side of the lab table with his back to the camera. Now he was facing Sam, but she wouldn't look up at him, and that made him nervous.
"Sam? Sam, what's wrong?" he asked quietly.
"I don't think you should be doing this." Okay, now he was VERY nervous!
"Do what? Retire?"
"Yes. You're too valuable an asset to the SGC. I'm sure the Joint Chiefs and the President won't be happy about it. What did General Hammond say?" she asked. She suspected she knew exactly what he'd said, and she couldn't blame him; the loss of Colonel O'Neill would be a big blow to the program. Finding someone to replace him on SG-1 would not be easy. And General Hammond would no doubt feel the loss of Jack as his second-in-command as well. There was just too much at stake here for him to leave!
"Hammond wouldn't let me leave, if he had his way," he admitted. "But he knows it's ultimately my choice."
"Then don't do it, Jack. Don't retire!"
"But what about us? What about having kids with me? And what about helping Captain Carter save her daughter's life? Don't you care about any of that?" Was she just having cold feet, or had she come to her senses and seen him for the loser he really was?
"Of course I do! You can still help Captain Carter and her daughter. You can donate sperm, so she can have a sibling for Katie," Sam said, and Jack's heart actually hurt, when she didn't say anything about the two of them being together. Jack knew he would lose her right then and there, unless he did something fast! For a man who wasn't good with words, particularly words that expressed his feelings, he surprised both of them.
Leaning over the lab table toward her, he poured his heart out. "Damn it, Sam, I am not giving you up now! I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you, and spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, damn it, and I don't want us to spend another night apart!" he swore, his voice much louder than he had intended. His heart was hammering in his chest. It felt as though it might explode. His hands gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white. It was either that, or throw her down on the damned table and make love to her...right there in front of God and everyone!
"You want to marry me?" she asked in a quavering voice.
"Of course I want to marry you! What the hell did you think? ...that I just wanted to shack up with you?"
"Well, I..." She hated to admit it, but she hadn't been sure what his intentions were. Now she felt silly for worrying. She knew that Jack wasn't good at expressing his feelings, and she should have realized he was proposing marriage and not just suggesting they have an affair or simply live together.
"My God, Sam, I guess I totally screwed up, didn't I? I'm an idiot, and I know I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you, but... Will you marry me?" he asked, taking her hand in his. He probably shouldn't touch her like this on camera, but right now he didn't give a flying fuck! He could tell by the tears in her eyes that he had already upset her. Now all he could do was pray that this would be enough to show her how much he truly cared!
"Yes, Jack, I will. But first you must take back your request to retire. I've thought of a better plan."
His heart rate had slowed down a bit upon hearing her acceptance of his proposal, but he was still very upset. He had made such a fool of himself! Why couldn't his personal relationships be as easy to manage as one of his missions? He let go of the counter and ran his hands through his hair, mussing it even further.
"A better plan? What plan? Jack couldn't imagine Hammond approving any plan where he would be allowed to keep his job and also marry his second-in-command, unless that plan also involved court-martialing his sorry ass! Sam's reply surprised him and made him love her even more.
Well, Sam had surprised Jack all right, and two weeks later the two of them were on a beach in Puerto Rico, under the noon day sun...
"How much convincing did it take to sell Hammond on you quitting the Air Force and starting your own freelance consulting firm?" he asked as he smoothed on the sunscreen lotion on Sam's freckled shoulders. They were sitting on large towels on a deserted stretch of beach, miles from their hotel. The cries of sea gulls and the surf were the only sounds they could hear.
"Not that much really. He said he had seen this 'thing', as he called it, growing between us for years, and so he had talked over various possibilities with the President over a year ago, just in case we decided we couldn't live with the regs any longer. Actually it was the President's suggestion that I be hired on as a civilian to run various experiments on alien technologies. The consulting firm was my idea. Did I ever tell you that I have an associates degree in business management?" Sam asked, and Jack just shook his head in wonder. There were still a lot of things he didn't know about this incredible woman, and he couldn't wait to discover each and every one of them.
"You never fail to amaze me, Sam." But he wasn't really surprised. There seemed to be nothing this woman couldn't do and do well. The million dollar contract, the President and the Joint Chiefs had offered her for one year of her services, was just icing on the cake of her perfection.
"Why thank you, Sir." she responded with a teasing grin, and then she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. They had spent the last two weeks taking care of business, so they could get away from the SGC for a one week honeymoon. And yesterday afternoon they had been married by the base chaplain at Peterson Air Force Base in the small chapel, with Janet, Cassie, Daniel, Teal'c, and General Hammond in attendance. Sam's father, Jacob, had not been able to attend, but he had sent his best wishes by way of the Tok'ra high council. His less than volatile reaction had surprised both Sam and Jack. Jack just hoped that Jacob was not plotting some huge revenge on Jack for the next time he came to Earth.
Jack thought Sam was the prettiest bride he'd ever seen, as she stood next to him in an off-white, silk suit with a pale, pink camisole underneath. Jack had worn his dress blue uniform with all of his medals and ribbons pinned on it, and Sam thought he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen.
When they got home, he would have to face the selection of his new 2iC on SG-1. But right now all Jack had to worry about was keeping his bride happy, and that was one assignment that Col. Jack O'Neill didn't mind one bit. After taking a quick look around and deciding they really were alone, Jack snuggled up next to Sam, who was now laying face down on the towel.
He pulled her into his arms, so that she was on her side, and put both his arms around her. One of his big hands quickly insinuated itself into her bathing suit top, where it cupped a round, soft breast, while his other hand flattened over her tummy to hold her still for his attack.
"Jaaack," she whined, "what are you doing?" She knew exactly what he was after…wasn't there a public indecency law here too?
"I'm making love to my wife," he said as his he began leaving wet kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders, while his hand began to knead her breast and pinch her nipple. Then he switched hands and attacked the other breast. Sam giggled and wriggled in his arms.
"That's what I suspected. But Jack, aren't you worried someone might see us?" she asked, jerking slightly when she felt his lips on that certain spot under her left ear. "Oh, God," she drooled. He knew exactly where to touch her to turn her on.
"Nope. Just relax, honey. I already did a recon of the area. There are no targets within five miles," he assured her. "Besides, I asked the concierge which beach would give us the most privacy," he informed her truthfully.
"Oh, you DID, did you! Well, sometimes you amaze me too!" Sam chuckled deep in her throat, a sound that drove Jack wild with desire for her...not that almost everything about her didn't drive him wild. To Jack everything Sam did was exciting, wonderful, and arousing...even her techno-speak turned him on! He had spent many a briefing listening to Carter talk about one of her gadgets or gizmos, and before he knew it, his groin had felt like a star about to go super nova!
"I amaze you?" he asked as one of his hands dipped down into her bikini bottom, unerringly locating her clit and beginning to circle it with repetitive movements, that soon had her hips mimicking the motions of his hand.
"Ummmm," she replied, her desire for him over-ruling her better judgment. "Jaaack, pleeease, fuck me," she pleaded, as she pressed herself into his hand.
"Now look who wants to get us in trouble with Puerto Rican authorities for a lewd act on a public beach?" he teased her as he nibbled her earlobe.
"I don't give a damn! Just do it, or..."
"Or what," he asked as she opened her legs wider and he slipped his hand down further, shoving two fingers at once into her vagina. Sam gasped at the feel of them stretching her...pulling at her sensitive flesh. They had spent most of last night making love, and she was a bit sore, but even so Sam couldn't get enough of him!
"Or else I'll castrate you!" she lied. Only a foolish woman would do that, she thought to herself. But Jack continued to toy with her, kissing her neck and shoulders as his fingers hooked behind her pubic bone, gently massaging her G-spot. She was in over-stimulated, and she knew that only his big, hard cock could take her to the place she wanted to be. And so she tried one more fervent plea.
"Oh, hell, Jack, will you please just do it!" she groaned. Never able to resist her pleas for very long, Jack removed both his hands from her bathing suit. Pushing her onto her tummy, he began tugging the bottom of her suit down over her butt. Sam lifted her hips, helping him rid her of the tiny scrap of hot pink fabric. Then he nudged her left leg up and out to the side with his knee, opening her for his penetration.
Jack used his left hand to guide the tip of his erection into her, while his other arm was under her, his hand flat against her belly, lifting her toward him. When the glans of his penis slipped past her entrance, Sam flinched a bit, just as she always did. He was big and it always took a few thrusts before she could accept all of him. But once he was deep inside her, there was nothing she loved more than being fucked by Jack O'Neill.
"What do you want, Sam?" he asked. "Tell me, Sam," he ordered. He had discovered only recently that hearing Sam Carter talk dirty was the most erotically stimulating thing in this world or any other.
"I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours! And don't be gentle. Fuck me hard! Pull it out and then slam into my pussy with all you've got! And rub my clit. Rub it fast, make me come, flyboy," she commanded, and Jack did as she requested, ramming his steel-hard, nine-inch projectile into her from behind...over and over again...until his heart was hammering in his chest and he was covered in perspiration. Jack shifted his hips about, giving them a little roll with each thrust, and he was rewarded each time by a whimper from Sam.
Sam was taking longer to climax than usual, but Jack intended to hold out until she came. Figuring her clit was probably sore from all of their recent activities, he pulled her up onto her knees, the new angle allowing him to hit her G-spot with each inward thrust. It wasn't long before he felt her legs and back stiffen and her vaginal muscles start to pull at his sensitive shaft. Suddenly, Sam arched her neck and threw her head back, letting out a cry that would have awakened the dead. Then her body went limp.
Confident that Sam was happy and satisfied, Jack finally relinquished his hold on the control he had been maintaining for her sake. Plunging himself into her warm willing body, Jack came almost immediately, filling her with his seed.
Afterward Sam dashed into the surf, where she rinsed their combined juices from her thighs. Then she pulled on her bathing suit bottom and spooned up against Jack, who wrapped his arms protectively around her and let out a long, exhausted sigh. Being married, to someone as young and as physically fit as Sam Carter, was probably gonna end his life prematurely, but right now he didn't give a rat's ass.
TBC
AN: I hope you will read my new e-book, WHAT THE HEART WANTS. Publication date: Feb 17, 2014. Available for pre-order at lsbooks .com.