A/N

Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter out, I hope you enjoy it and it was worth the wait :-) and thanks to Tamara for the beta :-)

The song that Sam plays in this is The Stroke by Billy Squiers.

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"So you really wanna do this here?" Sam asked as she looked around the spot in the park the Colonel had led her to.

Jack followed her gaze and shrugged. "It's secluded enough. Don't tell me you're worried about someone seeing your ass hanging out Carter," he said with a grin. "Never thought of you as the shy type."

She gave him a look but didn't reply. She'd never thought of herself as an exhibitionist...hell she'd never actually thought about it at all. But now he brought it up, the thought of someone seeing them fucking in a public place actually made her adrenaline surge, turning her on even more.

Taking her silence for concern about the situation Jack frowned. "Hey, if you really don't want to do this here..."

Sam's attention turned back to him and taking one step forward she pushed him back into the side of his truck. "Maybe I was thinking this is too secluded..."

Jack grabbed the collar of her thick motor bike jacket and pushed her back against the trunk of a big old tree. "Here is just fine...I'm not especially interested in anyone seeing my ass hanging out..."

"But it's such a nice ass," she replied with a grin.

He still wasn't used to how she could go from angry to cute in the space of a heartbeat. Her grin stayed in place and it was kind of unsettling. Jack was used to angry Carter, not this Carter...who actually smiled at him. She took his hand and led him to the back of his truck where she dropped the tailgate and pushed gently...yeah, gently!...back on his shoulders. He didn't resist, cause frankly, she was scaring the crap outta him! He slid his backside up onto the lowered gate moving back when she made to follow. He hadn't realised he'd scrambled so far away from her until his back hit the cab of the big truck. But instead of following she dropped back to the ground, her hand trailing along the side as she moved to open the cab door.

As she slid into the drivers seat of his truck, Sam pulled her phone from her pocket and plugged it into the jack of the stereo.

Jack was surprised by Carters choice of mood music, he hadn't heard this song in years. Then she reappeared and he swallowed as she crawled up into the bed of the truck...

Don't take no rhythm, don't take no style

Got a thirst for killin, grab your vial and...

Jesus, where the hell did she learn to do that?! he wondered as he watched her...well he wasn't really sure what to call what she was doing...besides fucking awesome! Calling it dancing didn't quite seem to do it justice...

Stroke me stroke me, could be a winner boy you move quite well

The zipper of her pants lowered for the second time tonight, and he wasn't sure why he was turned on by it so much more this time. Her back to him, the burgundy leather slid down over her hips, and no matter how many times he had seen her ass it still made him groan. Moments later she was standing between his legs, making him really really glad she'd already taken off her boots when her foot landed on his erection and she motioned for him to hold onto her pants so she could step out of them. The zip on her jacket was the next thing to open revealing more of her...and then she was on the back of his truck in what was really only an excuse for underwear looking like every wet dream he'd ever had...

First you try to bed me, make my backbone slide

Her bra landed next to him and he frowned when she kept her breasts from his view by slipping her jacket back on. When she turned back to face him his breath caught and he had no fucking idea in hell how that open bike jacket over her bare skin could be hotter than having her naked...but by Jesus fucking Christ it was...

Seconds later she was on him, sliding down his body, her hands up under his shirt pulling at his belt...then came that moment of pure bliss as she sunk down onto him...

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Jack sat his ass down on her Indian as she scooted across the bed of his truck to sit on the tailgate, her legs hanging over the side. He reached over and plucked the cigarette from her lips placing it between his own, taking a long slow drag as he watched her pull her heavy boots back on.

His eyes travelled over her, lingering on the tantalising view of her breasts, bare under her still open jacket since she hadn't bothered to put her bra back on.

As he blew smoke out into the crisp night air he smiled, watching as she finished getting dressed.

"So I heard you christened your new lab with your new lieutenant the other day," he said, his voice sounding overly loud in the quiet of the park.

"And where did you hear that?"

He shrugged. "Ran into Simmons in the showers."

Sam's eyes came up to his. "What'd you do? Beat it out of him or something?

Jack laughed. "Let's just say I left less bruises on the poor kid than you did Carter."

She leaned over and retrieved her cigarette, waiting until she'd taken a puff before replying. "You know how it is," she said with a smirk. "Shiny new labs and cute little flyboys...they both need to be broken in..."

Jack laughed out loud at that. "Well you may have broken in the lab, but I think you just plain broke the boy..."

"I did not break him." She rolled her eyes at the Colonels raised brows. "Okay...so maybe I broke him a little..." She looked him up and down where he sat back against her bike, his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle. "Maybe that's why I like you so much..."

Jack was sure he just felt his eyebrows hit his hairline. "You like me?!"

"A momentary lapse in judgement...but I do seem to have developed quite a soft spot for you."

He grinned. "Funny...cause I seemed to have developed quite a har..."

"Shut up!" she interrupted as she dropped down off the tailgate.

He reached out and curled his fingers into the band of her pants pulling her to stand between his knees. "So you like me cause I'm unbreakable huh?"

"I wouldn't say unbreakable," she replied, her hands running up his arms. "Definitely hard to break," she conceded.

Jack rested one hand on her ass, the fingers of his other still in her pants. "And you've given it a damn good try the last few weeks..."

Her hands moved to his shoulders, her fingers digging in to the taught muscles there. "Well I'm willing to keep trying if you are Sir..."

His eyes closed briefly as she hit a tender spot. "Hmm...promises of mind blowing sex and probable bodily harm...what sane guy would say no?"

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A/N

Well I hope you enjoyed it :-) as always I'd love it if you let me know

P.S. The 'cute little flyboy' line belongs to TamaraJagellovsk and I love it so I stole it, with her blessing :-)