Author's Notes: There will be one last chapter dealing with Otis, it didn't all fit in this one. Thank you every one for your kind reviews. Be sure to check out Profiler Fans at Live Journal if you're not already a member, I've got some nice Jack/Samantha wallpapers posted there and there are always fun Profiler oriented things going on there. Reviews are appreciated and help me to type new updates faster.
Part 32
Age: 34 Years 5 Months
Samantha moaned softly as Ed's lips caressed hers. As he kissed her, she was shocked that the seemingly innocent sheriff was an amazing kisser. His tongue moved coaxingly and sensually against hers, with far more skill than she would have ever expected from the small town officer. Tom's kisses had always been so sloppy and unarousing and Coop's had practically gagged her trying to force his tongue down her throat.
When he pulled his mouth away, Samantha felt disappointed. You can't lust after Ed Boast, she chided herself. He's a sweet man who would be completely lost in your world. Your life has no room for someone like this. But, she mentally argued, he's got the most beautiful eyes and his kiss. Not since Jack had any man aroused her with his kiss. Which Jack though? Jack-Of-All-Trades had roused her and then it turned out Jack was Lucas. You don't believe it though, you know Jack is still out there and he has beautiful dark eyes, just like-
Samantha stared into Ed's eyes, they were exactly like the eyes that haunted her dreams. Could it? No, she decided, Ed Boast had nothing to do with Jack-Of-All-Trades or any Jack, he was simply a sweet man who lived in a small town. Who also happened to have the most sensual mouth. Looking at Ed, Samantha knew she shouldn't but leaned forward and kissed him again, savoring the feel of his mouth against hers.
Jack was shocked that Samantha had kissed him. While he was thrilled to be close to her, the idea of her kissing Ed Boast was unexpected to say the least. Officially she'd been dating the prosecutor for the Trades case on and off, but his surveillance suggested they hadn't slept together. His Samantha wasn't one to sleep around and yet when he'd ended their kiss, she'd started kissing him again.
Would it be wrong to sleep with her? Jack wondered. She was his wife after all, but if he slept with her now under false pretenses, couldn't it hurt things down the road after the Lucas trial? If he continued kissing her, would she recognize him as Jack-Of-All-Trades? When they had kissed in Memphis and at Robin Poole's she'd responded to him and now she was responding to him again. Oh Samantha. If only she knew how difficult this was for him, he thought as he discreetly shifted his pants which were squeezing his arousal painfully.
Suddenly Samantha pulled away and cried out in pain. As she grabbed her calf, Jack demanded in concern, "What's wrong? Samantha, what is it?"
Feeling foolish and hurting, she looked chagrined as she answered, "Leg cramp. I hadn't planned on taking a trip today and wore new shoes that are a little higher heel than I would normally wear in the field and never for such a long day."
"Allow me," he told her, moving to the end of the bed. Jack barely stopped himself from saying, Dr. Trades will fix you right up. Instead he told her, "It's been a tense day, what with your co-worker disappearing and such. The muscles in your legs and feet are all knotted up."
Samantha watched as Ed took the foot of the leg that had cramped and started to gently massage it. His hands worked her foot firmly but gently as far as a little above her ankle. When his hands moved to her knee, she gasped in surprise and wondered if she should make him stop, but he made no move to go higher. Instead his hands moved slowly from her knee down to her calf, gradually working the tension out of her aching muscles.
"Any better?" he inquired.
"God yes," Samantha responded. "Can I keep you?"
Flashing a smile that made Samantha's breath catch he nodded, "For as long as you like."
Samantha blushed and turned her head away, she had to stop flirting with Ed. This wasn't good for either one of them, it would only lead to frustration and heartache. As he continued to massage her leg, the pain had left entirely and she found herself longing to ask him to massage further. Pushing the desire aside she, thanked him and prepared to pull away from him.
"You know you're still awfully tense, I could do your other leg as well. I'd hate to have you wake up in the night hurting."
After considering for a moment, she agreed, "Okay. But it's really not necessary."
"Could you take your pantyhose off?"
"Why?" she demanded sharply. Samantha hadn't intended to sound so harsh, but the request was so unexpected and the thought of him touching her bare skin caught her off guard.
"You'll feel better and I can do a better job without them in the way."
Shaking slightly, Samantha stood up to comply with his request. She had been going to go into the bathroom, but Ed did the gentlemanly thing and turned his back, sparing her the need to leave. As she pulled her pantyhose down, she studied Ed from the back. His slight stomach really didn't fit his body, his arms were trim and toned as was his back. It was almost as if his middle were padded with foam, but that was ridiculous, why would he do that, she dismissed the notion.
Taking off her hose, she wadded them up and tossed them away from the bed. When she took them off, she discovered they were quite wet. The leg cramp had distracted her, but before that Ed's kisses had gotten her very aroused. Climbing back on the bed, she felt as nervous as she had when she'd danced with Jack for the first time. Feeling better and slightly vulnerable, she told him he could turn around.
As Ed took her foot in his hands Samantha jumped slightly, "Sorry. I just-"
"Relax Samantha. Just lay back and get comfortable," Jack murmured.
Moving his hands over her foot and up her leg, Jack planted a small kiss on the top of her foot and tried to focus on his task. His Samantha was working far too hard, he decided. He felt slightly guilty that he'd brought her to Otis, but if she wasn't in Otis, she would be somewhere else in similar circumstances. At least here, he got to take care of her and her kisses would help get him through until after the Lucas trial when they would finally be together. A throaty moan broke him from his reverie and Jack looked up at Samantha's face.
Her eyes were closed and her breathing was ragged. In the dim light provided by the ancient bedside lamp, he could see her nipples straining against her shirt. Uncertainly, Jack moved his hands to just slightly above Samantha's knee and tensed as he waited to see her reaction. When she didn't react negatively, he slid his hands up a little higher and her eyes opened as she gasped slightly.
"Ed, I-" Samantha trailed off. She what? Didn't want him to stop? But she should stop him, she thought in frustration. Finally she sighed, "I can't do this."
Keeping his hand on her inner thigh, Jack moved up beside Samantha and kissed her. As he traced her thigh, he whispered, "Relax my Samantha. You don't have to do anything you don't wish to. If I told you I'm not expecting anything in return, would you allow me to touch you?"
"But what about you?" Samantha asked looking pointedly at the sizable bulge in the front of Ed's pants.
"Let me worry about that later," Jack responded.
Pressing his mouth to Samantha's he cut any further protests off as his fingers skimmed along her inner thighs. Although he longed to make love to Samantha, he really couldn't do so tonight without a lot of awkward explaining about the padding he had under his shirt. It was impossible to invent any reasonable explanation for why he covered his trim body with a false stomach. Kissing his wife, he tried to focus on the simple pleasure of holding and touching her and tried to ignore the discomfort of his own arousal.
His fingers brushed her panties to the side and Samantha gasped against his mouth. As he touched her sex, she whimpered in anticipation and kissed him eagerly. Gently pushing one finger and then a second into her wetness, his thumb sought her clit and caressed her. While he touched her, Jack continued teasing her mouth with his and reveled in the sounds of Samantha's arousal. From experience he knew she was getting close and he slid a third finger into her to push her over the edge.
As Samantha came hard, she cried out, "Jack!"
For a moment, Jack tensed. Had Samantha recognized him? Unthinkingly he'd touched her as he had when they were together. After several moments, he realized that she had been so far gone, she hadn't realized the name she'd called out. Gently, he pulled her panties back into place and kissed her again. Jack had to leave, if he stayed much longer he would abandon his years of plans and reveal himself to her.
Pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, Jack said, "Good night Samantha."
Before she could react, he walked out of the room. Spent, exhausted and thoroughly confused, Samantha lay staring at the ceiling. Hot tears fell from her eyes as she thought about Ed and Jack. No man had made her cum since her first husband and up until today only her phantom Jack had aroused her outside of her first husband. Then innocent Ed Boast with chinese takeout and fortune cookies kissed her and turned her on.
Outside of her Jack and the real Jack-Of-All-Trades, who she knew was still out there, this was the only time she'd felt alive in a long time. What was wrong with her? Paul Sterling was a handsome man and had been kind to her as he prepared to prosecute the Lucas case and she hadn't felt even remotely attracted to him. Ed Boast stumbled into her life and made her feel- What was it exactly? Lying on the bed, Samantha cried herself to sleep.
Walking out of the motel and getting into the patrol car, Jack discarded his nicotine gum and lit a cigarette to calm his shaking nerves. Touching Samantha tonight hadn't been part of the plan and when she cried out his real name, he'd panicked. At the same time, hearing her say his name as she came was deeply satisfying. Whether she had left him of her own free will or not, she was still attracted to him and soon Samantha would be his again.
Pulling up to his temporary lair, Jack quickly unlocked the door and shed the disgusting uniform and false middle. Lying on his bed naked, his hand moved to his throbbing shaft. He knew he could have probably seduced Samantha, but that damned fake stomach was a problem. Pushing aside all thoughts except the sound of Samantha crying out his name, Jack closed his eyes and stroked himself to orgasm.
Early the next morning, Jack was making coffee at the sheriff's station when Malone and Samantha showed up. Although Samantha blushed several times and looked like she hadn't slept, Jack thought she looked wonderful and eagerly got her a mug of coffee. Daringly he'd given her a mug with a heart on it that had Love my Roses scrawled on it. But she didn't seem to notice.
As she asked about the marking on the map that was the abandoned research facility, he was torn. Part of him was glad that the plan was on schedule but she seemed so tired. How long had she stayed up after he left? Playing the part of Ed Boast to the hilt, Jack took them to the research facility where they found scuff marks that were wheelchair width apart. The VCTF decided it could be from Phillip Menzies wheelchair and Malone demanded they return to Menzies house to see if he had the keycard that unlocked the door the marks lead up to.
Jack complied while trying to contain his amusement, they would find the body of Menzies murdered by Dwight Parnell. Parnell had checked in to report to Jack that Menzies was dead and the George was drugged and listening to the subliminal tape as per his orders. While he was going to miss Samantha when she left when this was over, he certainly wouldn't miss the VCTF. Having Malone talk down to him like he was a rube was irritating and Grant's plum leather pimp blazer was a capitol crime even without the insulting attitude.
At Menzies house, the body was found lying on the living room floor and Grace was summoned to the scene. Jack pretended to search for the key card and watched Samantha out of the corner of his eye. Watching her work, made him smile and he was pleased with how quickly she realized the picture of Rasputin hadn't been there the day before and discovered the card. With the card found the VCTF was ready to go charging back to the research facility and got into vehicles to head that way.
Samantha was about to get into a car when she told Bailey, "Go ahead, I want to check something quickly. I'll get a ride with Sheriff Boast."
Walking back into Menzies house, Samantha looked at Ed who was writing something down. Putting the small notepad away, he smiled at Samantha and offered to give her a ride to the facility where her coworkers were congregating. Mutely Samantha nodded, she wasn't quite sure what to say. She wanted to talk to him about last night and had no idea of what to say. Heading for Ed's car, she turned around and walked backwards a step, losing her footing in the process.
Jack reached out to grab her and keep her from falling, but gravity won and they both ended up on the ground. Lying on top of Samantha, Jack looked down at his wife and thought back to their rose filled clearing in Memphis. Instead of getting up, they remained frozen for several minutes. Staring up at him, Samantha felt like she was still falling. The air between them was charged with electricity as their mouths met and the world fell away...
