Chapter Six
The thunder and lightning began suddenly, and Jack ran to get his bike, making it to the gazebo just as the rain began to come down in buckets, the water quickly creating small gullies in the soil and washing mud out onto the small paved parking lot.
"Wow! It's gonna be a gully washer!" he shouted over the loud noise of the rain, as he leaned his bike along the far wall away from the open doorway.
"Yes, I guess it's a good thing we stopped here," she said, not really knowing what else to say to him. While it was true that they hadn't been caught outside in the storm, she figured he probably regretted running into her in the first place.
"I'm sorry I caused you to miss your bike ride," she told him, and he shrugged his shoulders and shuddered as the chilly wind blew in through the doorway.
"Not a problem. It's not like I need the exercise, but I did kind of want to take my mind off of what happened yesterday," he admitted, wondering what she would think if she knew he'd been with her last night during her dream about him.
"I'm sorry about that too. I wasn't very nice to you. I know it was my fault for allowing it to happen in the first place. I don't know what got into me; I just wasn't acting like myself," she said, trying to make him see that she normally wasn't easy or a tease or anything like that!
She looked up at him as he sat down again on far side of the table with his back to her. Then he laid back with his knees bent and his feet flat on the table. And now his head was mere inches from her hand.
She had put both feet up on the bench and was sitting sideways, leaning one arm on the table. All she had to do was reach out, and she could run her fingers through his soft, silky hair...just like she had yesterday. With nervous excitement she recalled the way it felt as she ran her fingers through it and rubbed her nipples in it. And before she could stop herself, she had reached out and lightly brushed his hair with her fingertips.
It was slightly wet and sticking up every which way in its usually untamed manner, making him look wild and carefree. And when he turned his head toward her, it took everything she had to stop her from leaning over and kissing him.
She pulled her hand back as though she'd been burned, but her eyes held his, not wanting to turn away.
"My hair's unmanageable," he said, just as ill at ease as her, which surprised him. He was not usually at a loss for words when it came to women he was attracted to, but his woman was a different story...a different story indeed!
"I can see that," she agreed, reaching out again to run her fingers through it once more, unable to resist touching it...touching him. "But I like it. Short, spiky hair looks good on you. I like the gray in it too," she admitted, and watched him as he made a face.
"I don't! It makes me look old!"
"You don't look old. How old are you?" She knew that he was older than her, but she had no idea exactly how old he was.
"How old do you think I am?" He was a little touchy about his age, and he really wondered if this young woman thought he was too old for her. Maybe he should find out right now what she thought of him.
"Ohhhh, maybe forty-five?" He smiled, relieved that at least she hadn't thought he was older!
"Right on the money, Sam! Now let's see if I can guess your age," he said, sitting up suddenly and spinning around to face her. He drew his knees up and laid his arms across them, studying her face for a minute.
"I'd say you're about twenty-six," he guessed and Sam laughed. "What? I'm wrong?"
"Well, actually I'll be thirty this year," she admitted.
"Thirty! Well, that'll be a major milestone for you then, won't it? You should celebrate. I'd like to take you out, if you'd let me. ...to make up for the stupid things I did yesterday. I don't usually behave quite that bad," he admitted, looking down at his shoes.
"Then we both misbehaved."
"Yes, I guess we did. I said some things to you last night that were unfair too."
Sam looked puzzled, and Jack wondered if she even remembered phoning him.
"You know, when you phoned me...you were pretty drunk, so maybe you don't remember what was said?"
"I think I remember most of it. What did you say that was unfair, Jack?" Now that he'd offered an apology, she wanted to hear what he had to say.
"I intimated that you were...frigid. I didn't mean it, of course. You're anything but!" His eyes held hers, and she felt her body responding, the sensation of wetting her panties making her press her thighs together tightly.
"Oh, God, I remember that now! You said something about how I should relax and enjoy life. But I don't remember how I responded!"
"Actually, what I said was you were always tinkering in your lab with stuff. And you responded by saying something like, 'you had been tinkered with by plenty of men, and they thought you were a pretty fair tinkerer.'"
Sam blushed and covered her face with both hands. Jack grinned, recalling how cute she had sounded, her voice all slurred and indignant. Then he recalled how sweet and hot she had looked last night in her bed, and he really wanted to tell her what had happened.
"Sam, do you ever dream about me?" There, he had asked the question. Now it was her turn to either confess or not. Of course he was hoping her honest nature would make her confess, and he was not disappointed.
She hesitated, and then removed her hands from her face. He couldn't know, could he? She dreamed about him quite often, and just last night she had dreamed that he was in her bed making love to her.
"Yes, actually I do dream about you, Jack." Their eyes locked again, and for some reason Sam could not look away.
"You dreamed about me last night, didn't you?"
As he stared at her, Sam's mind began to recall how real that dream had seemed in the morning when she woke up. She had been surprised to find herself partially undressed and covered with a blanket. And for the life of her, she could not remember removing her panties or pulling the blanket over herself!
"I know because I was there, Sam," he admitted. "I went over to stop you from driving to my house."
He watched as a look of confusion came over her lovely face.
"Why would I..."
Jack slid off the table and stood up, walking around to stand in front of her. Sam lowered her feet to the ground, so Jack could sit down next to her. But instead he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to the table. She had her hands on his shoulders as he kneeled between her feet on the bench, and his large hands encompassed her tiny waist.
"I believe you said you were going to come over and 'punch my lights out.' And since I didn't want you to drive in your condition, I went over to your apartment to make sure you were safely in bed and not out on the road. When I got there, your door was unlocked, so I went inside."
Sam's eyes grew larger and more round, the blue almost changing to black in the dim light of the storm. It was still raining. But now instead of the torrential downpour, it was coming down in sheets of water being blown about by strong gusts of wind. And the temperature had dropped probably twenty degrees in just thirty minutes. Sam shivered, but her eyes remained focused on Jack's.
"You came inside?" She felt as though this conversation were turning surreal, as she stared deeply into the depths of his ebony eyes.
"Yes, I came inside. Janet was asleep on the sofa. You were asleep on your bed. Do you know what happened next, Sam?"
"No! No, I don't. What happened next, Jack," she asked, her throat beginning to constrict.
"I watched as you began to masturbate." The word triggered her memory, and Sam let out a gasp as images of her dream flashed in her brain.
"You put your hand inside your panties like this," he said, slipping one hand down beneath the elastic of her shorts and into her panties. She kept her hands on his shoulders, but her face tilted up to be kissed, and Jack consented by giving her a quick peck on the lips.
"And then you did this," he said as his fingers sought her clitoris and began rubbing it up and down, and then side to side.
"OH! I did?"
He had his other hand wrapped around her pony tail, his fingers trying to remove the elastic so that he could see her beautiful blonde hair hanging free as it had been last night.
"Yes, you did," he said, as her hair finally fell freely over her shoulders. "And then I put my hand over yours, and I began rubbing you like this. You took your hand out of your panties, and I took them off."
"But even though you asked me to make love to you, I couldn't do it because I knew you weren't awake, and I didn't want to take advantage of you. I want you to want me, Sam...as much as I want you," he admitted, as he pulled his hand up and rested it on her flat stomach. His other hand was woven through her hair where it cupped the back of her head.
"Jack, I do want you. I'm just a bit afraid of you. I've never known anyone like you before, and you scare the living daylights out of me!"
He grinned and then kissed her again...this time a longer, more passionate kiss...one that left her a bit breathless.
"I promise, Sam, if you trust me, I won't hurt you. In fact, I think I might be falling in love with you. And believe me, that's not something I've ever said to any woman before!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Then I want you to make love to me, Jack."
"Ah, yah, that would be nice...wait! You don't mean here? Now?"
"Yes, here...now! I want you. Don't you want me?" Now it was her turn to shock him, but Jack was quick to recover and was used to making on the spot decisions.
"Yes! You know I do! Come here, baby," he crooned, pulling her into his arms as he lifted her butt off the table and pulled down her shorts and panties in one swift move. Then he sat her back down on the table and pulled off her shirt. Seeing her in daylight with almost nothing on suddenly caused his mind to freeze, but he quickly recovered, thinking about her delicate skin and the rough surface of the table.
"Sit still. Just gotta get something," he told her, hurrying over to his bike. He opened the little leather bag and pulled out a small, black package that turned out to be a rain slicker. He opened it and shook it out before spreading it on the table behind her. Then he came back to stand between her spread thighs, while he reached behind her and unhooked her bra with one hand.
God the man was good, she thought, wondering what she had gotten herself into! He obviously had a lot more experience that her, and suddenly Sam wondered if she was up for this. Would she be able to please him?
"Jack?" He was busy kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear lobe, but somehow even his amorous attack on her neck was not enough to keep Sam from worrying.
"Hmmm?"
"Jack, I'm afraid..."
"Hey, I'll go easy the first time. Till you get used to me," he said, and Sam wondered exactly what he meant. But she didn't have to wonder for long, because in three seconds flat he had removed his shirt and bike shorts and was standing in front of her with the largest erection she had ever seen!
"Holy Hannah!" Sam just sat there staring at his long, thick cock.
"It'll be okay. You'll see. You'll like it once you get to know it," he assured her with a smug smirk. [Wouldn't we all?]
"I bet I will! Come up here and introduce us," she replied saucily, suddenly feeling an overwhelming urge to have it inside her, no matter how damned big it was!
She scooted back onto the plastic rain coat as Jack climbed up onto the table and came to kneel between her thighs.
"You're pretty wet, but I think you could use a little loosening up first," he said, dipping his head down between her legs. Sam watched as that gorgeous hair disappeared between her thighs, and she fell onto her back and let out a cry of pure joy. Nothing had ever felt as good as Jack O'Neill tongue felt right now!
And now she felt his fingers entering her and pressing into the sides of her vagina, and Sam thought she would die right there and never see her thirtieth birthday!
"Oh, my God! Jack! OH! I'M COMING! And then she did come. And while her muscles spasmed and her body shook, Jack slowly and gently removed his fingers before crawling on top of her and inserting just the tip of his huge cock inside her tight hole.
"Hang on, honey," he warned her and Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips and tried to relax her vaginal muscles a little to accept his large size. But she was just so nervous! And as he pushed forward she felt like she was going to rip in two, and Jack could feel her body going rigid under him.
"Jack, it hurts," she said, and then they both froze.
The rain had slowed to a drizzle and now cars could be heard occasionally as they passed by on the highway. Suddenly Jack and Sam heard one car door slam shut and then another, followed by the laughter of children and the shouts of at least two adults, probably their parents.
And no two people had ever ended a tryst before in their entire lives! Jack got off of Sam and quickly jumped down from the table, handing up her clothing before pulling on his own. Then he looked around and saw one lone boy of about four standing in the doorway of the gazebo, staring toward the table where a moment ago he and Sam had been fucking...or as close to fucking as two people can get without actually doing it!
"Michael! Michael James O'Hara, you get over here this instant," the woman called, and the little boy turned around and ran.
"I guess we've probably damaged his little psyche for life," Jack commented, turning around to find Sam with her bra in her hand, but otherwise she was dressed.
"I'm glad he didn't see us doing...well, you know."
"I know. I'm sorry, Sam. I guess our timing was off again. Damn it! I need to see if they'll give you a ride to your apartment house. I'll be right back," he said, and then he was off running down the path to the rest room.
Sam looked at her ankle and shook her head. She'd probably be hobbling around on crutches for a few days at work, and that really didn't sound very appealing. Maybe she could take some time off and stay at home until it healed? Just as that thought began to sound like a plan, Jack arrived back with a smile on his face.
"They'll take both of us! They've got a big Suburban. My bike will fit in the back end if they leave the tail gate down. Come on! We'll soon have ice on that ankle of yours!"
As he helped her down off the table, Sam's mind kept thinking about what they had almost done. And again she was shocked by her behavior; she had almost been caught having sex on a picnic table in a public park! That was a jail-able offense, wasn't it? She was pretty certain that it at least carried some kind of monetary fine, and no doubt the SGC would have heard about it, and she would have lost her job!
What was there about this man that made her think with her clitoris instead of her brain?
The only difference between what had happened yesterday and what had happened today, was that now she truly believed that Jack cared about her...that she was not just some challenge to him...some notch on his gun handle...some conquest.
As they rode together to her apartment with the little boy Michael and his family, Jack and Sam held hands like two teenagers in love. And right now Jack was feeling about as young and definitely as in love as he had felt in many, many years!
Sam looked over at Jack and smiled at him, wondering why she had ever doubted that he could be right for her.
TBC