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Gigi's arms snaked around Jack's neck. Caught him before he had the chance to change his mind about the direction in which they were going. She shouldn't have worried about that unlikelihood. Without releasing his gentle suction, Jack left his chair to join Gigi on the bed. He pulled her against his pounding heart and anchored an arm about her waist;a possessive hand tangled in the long loose tresses. Jack loved the thick softness between his fingers. Gigi's hair would feel like black silk against his naked skin when they eventually made love.

They kissed softly, grazing, exchanging warm breaths and familiarizing themselves with the moist texture of eachother's mouth. She had to dart her tongue out for a taste of Jack's soft lips. He surprised her and sucked the curious tongue into his mouth. The moan that escaped Gigi sent electric vibrations straight to his cock. Already, Jack was as hard as steel, his body aching for deeper contact. God she was succulent, like a ripe peach, bitten for the very first time.

Gigi nipped and nibbled at his top lip, then gave the same attention to the fuller bottom. Her toes curled when she felt the excitement rise within him, the strong arm that once rested at her waist began to caress along her back in agitation. The handful of hair Jack fisted was less slack, as he twined more of it around his fingers. It was impossible to get enough of him and when her tongue went exploring again, his was there to meet it. Their tongues created their own erotic rhythm...a slow riveting dance of joy that took place inside Jack's mouth, then twisted and swirled into Gigi's. Once, he pulled away, breath ragged, to brush his mustache against her swollen lips. The tickle stung her nerves and she felt the warmth between her legs give way to wetness...to wanting.

Again, their lips met, parted and allowed their tongues the deep, intimate access they craved. Jack needed to get inside her. He was so hard and so aroused, he thought he may come in his pants. Then boldly, Gigi dropped one hand into his lap. On a harsh groan, his tongue delved into her, filled her completely with wet thrusts...over and over...as a promise of other ways he could fill her and satisfy the desire building between them. Jack's touch didn't remain idle while Gigi massaged the thick length straining his jeans. Her breasts were a perfect fit in his big hands. Not until he cupped them, did Jack realize she wasn't wearing a bra under her hospital gown. He sighed happily and gave the taut mounds a firm squeeze. Eagerly, his fingers found her nipples...hard and inviting, begging for attention. He pinched the fat nubs, drawing forth a whimper from Gigi. She pushed her breasts into his hands and shamelessly rubbed against him, silently demanding more.

Jack's legs parted farther, to give her probing hand better access, to slip inside the gaping zipper. Gigi's aggression grew with her arousal. She held Jack's face with one hand while the other continued to play with his throbbing shaft. He was wet, too. Everytime she squeezed the precious head, his underwear soaked up the lust that poured from him. It seemed Jack was one of those men who leaked a lot of pre-cum and probably came in torrents. Idly, Gigi wondered if his girth had anything to do with that.

Delicately, she caressed his face...the high welting cheekbones, his stubborn square jaw. Her thumb settled into the dimple of his chin, sawing up and down, creating a friction within that cleft; reminding them both of another cleft that would welcome his grinding heat. Suddenly, Gigi tipped his head back and did something she wanted to do since the first time she saw him. She kissed his dimpled chin, slid her tongue along the crevice, bit, then sucked on it. With that unexpectedly erotic stimulation and her fist pumping on his dick, Jack knew he had to stop...or he was going to fuck Gigi right there in the hospital bed. Unfortunately, before he came to his full senses, the door flew open.
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"Whoa!...Shit!... Damn!... Sorry!"

Without considering privacy, Sam went barging into Gigi's hospital room to find Jack. They had to get a move on, if the three of them were leaving Santa Octavia the following day. Jack still had to pack and get Gigi some clothes to wear. All of her belongings were destroyed in the fire. Just as he was hoping not to get wrangled into shopping, Sam greeted the guards and walked into the dim room to see Gigi's hand in Jack's pants, Jack's hands all over her tits and the two of them kissing like horny teenagers. He exited the room immediately, to wait for Jack in the hall.

Although, Sam startled them, Gigi and Jack didn't recoil like guilty, horny teenagers. She did get a kick out of Jack's expression. Of course, Sam would be the one to walk in on them. Of course, Sam was going to razz him about anything he saw. But the teasing wouldn't be a point of contention, just a form of good, old-fashioned male bonding. Reluctantly, they did part. With hormones still raging, they were sorry to have to make their first exploration of one another so brief. Apparently the rest of the world did still exist, right outside the door.

Jack gazed at Gigi, smoothed his palms over her breasts as she fastened his pants. Her eyes were kaleidoscopes again, glittering and flashing at him, so full of light. She had been very happy once. The evidence lay in a deep laugh line that bracketed the left corner of her smiles. He wanted to see more joy line her face. Around her mouth, nose, eyes. Her feminine vanity would probably hate that, but Jack found more beauty encompassed in a face of happy lines and creases, than a perfect face; devoid of character, individuality or proof of having lived a life. He kissed the laugh line, traced it with the tip of his tongue, kissed it again. That line belonged to him, now.

"Did you just kiss my wrinkle?" She asked in a charmed whisper.

"You used to laugh a lot, didn't you?" His voice was as quiet and intimate as hers, both of them coming down slowly from the escalation of their frenzied emotions.

"Yeah." A sadness momentarily dimmed the sparkle in her eyes. "When...my brother Gino was alive. He really was my best friend." She smiled at his memory. "Such a big, gorgeous ham. Kind of like Sam is."

"Your brother?" Jack cupped her cheek. "What happened to your brother?"

Gigi had been cried out over Gino for years now; although her voice still held the grief, no tears emerged. She wasn't even sure if she intended to mention her brother to Jack. Hearing him talk about his own brother must have touched a soft spot inside her.

"Gino drove a race car, for the thrill. During a test run he...took a rotten curve...in the worst way."

"Honey...I'm so sorry." His drawl was prominent with sincerity. Jack engulfed Gigi in a hug, stroked her hair. She had been close to her brother. Gino was probably the kind of man who would have stood up for Gigi against their father. He had the feeling that if Gino was alive, Gigi wouldn't be in this mess...wouldn't be here with him now.

"It's been a long time." She pulled away, composed herself. "Nearly five years. Gino was younger than I am now. He was twenty."

Jack understood how a young person's death affected civilians. In the military, during war, the average age of fallen soldiers was twenty-two. A twenty-two year old, in civilian life, seemed immortal and was expected to live forever. A twenty-two year old in the military was expected to have their last will and testaments in order. At times, it was a striking disparity.

"He would have liked you." Gigi ruffled Jack's hair. "You're a solid man...you know yourself. Gino respected that about people. He admired how hard it could be to stay true to yourself. He was a philosophy buff. I can imagine the conversations the two of you could've had." She laughed at her brothers' wide open view...of everything.

"Conversations?" His brows arched in amusement. "You probably mean debates."

"I guess I do. You and Gino could go on for hours about," she shrugged, "free will versus predestination...and who knows what else."

Jack studied her quizzically. Free will versus predestination? Now that would be an intense debate. Gino must have been far ahead of himself in the world and his adoring little sister wasn't far behind; taking interest in the things her brother did...discarding what didn't agree with her, keeping what she could learn from. Gigi was just unfurling before him, like a blossoming rose. What else was there about her that could make him fall a little harder?

"He was the kind of guy who liked to discuss things, huh?"

Gigi rolled her eyes to the heavens. "Everything! Gino was so damned analytical...he would drive me crazy."

"But, he made you think."

"More than anyone I've ever known." A tiny smile tugged at her mouth and her gaze dropped to the tangled bedsheets. "Until I met you. I've always wondered about you...wanted to know more about you."

A breath caught in Jack's lungs and he got a little lightheaded. Did he just swoon over a woman? Oh, hell! Fuck falling harder...he had just crashed and burned. "You...want to know more about me?"

His doubtful regard made Gigi want to tell him how often she though of him, but that was too much. Besides, they would be spending a great deal of time together in the near future...they would learn more about each other; whether they wanted to or not.

"You're interesting. The first time I saw you, I thought you were going to be a real jerk. A sexy jerk, but a jerk all the same. Then I find books of poems in your truck about African-American life and love poems written by women. In your office, you keep reading material by Marquis de Sade alongside a book about self-consciousness in Arabic literature. Who wouldn't be intrigued?"

Lynelle wasn't. Neither were many of the other women he'd been sleeping with for years. Interesting and intriguing weren't the qualities they found attractive. Him being a Navy SEAL with a big prick...now that was a recipe certain women could cook with. And Jack had to admit, he rarely discouraged the attention. After his divorce, he chased skirts, drank like a whale and fucked like fucking was going out of style. That's what he wanted and with the simple women he chose...that's what he got. The other parts of himself were kept private. The semi-intellectual who believed in free will and predestination, the man who was conscious of race and culture, the student of life who was open to knowing himself a little better everyday...that was not the man he wanted most people to know. It wasn't the man he wanted Gigi to know...not at first.

"You need to get some sleep." Jack slid off the bed, straightened the sheets. "I need to get our things together for tomorrow."

She stilled his hands with hers, gave them a reassuring squeeze. The tough guy was exposing some sensitive skin and he didn't know if he should like it or not. "You can back out of this. I'm not going to force myself on you, Jack. Not in any way. This is my mess to fix."

His eyes darted to her face in surprise. "No. I'm not backing out of anything. And you aren't forcing anything. I...you've got me thinking too, Gigi. I'm just not used to opening myself up to that kind of...hope. But I can get used to it."

Jack leaned over and gave her a sound kiss, then wanting to reinforce his words, he deepened the kiss, gave her something from his soul. It was so easy to linger too long, but he had to go. "I'll be back in the morning. We'll be gone by tomorrow afternoon." He kissed the top of her head. "Good night."
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"I've never had sex in a hospital."

Jack knew it was coming. Sam hadn't said a word about the scene he walked in on...not right away. They went to Jack's apartment and solidified travel plans, living arrangements and around the clock security for Gigi in San Diego. No one was going to get to her unless she wanted to see or talk to someone...that someone being Stavros. Jack didn't like the man. Stav needed to have that superior attitude shoved up his ass.

He and Sam made their necessary phone calls, one of which shouldn't have surprised Jack, but it did. Sam even volunteered to go shopping for Gigi's clothes. That was right before he started in on Jack.

"We weren't having sex." Jack frowned.

"You were getting there." Sam's grin told Jack that he saw everything. "But hey, not that I blame you. If I had a woman who looked like that...fuck, I'd be inside her all the time. Hard to believe you two haven't been horizontal yet." He nodded thoughtfully. "Gigi's all right, though. I like her. Tough little thing, too. She's sure got you twisted."

"She's not my woman and I'm not twisted. This isn't about getting laid, Sam. Gigi's in trouble." Jack's nerves were beginning to sizzle. He wasn't helping Gigi so that he could seduce her. "We were just talking...at first." Jack rubbed his chin, remembered how Gigi's tongue played in the cleft. "Things went from there." It was all he could say. It was the truth. At first he and Gigi were talking, kidding around...then they were kissing...and kissing some more. Damn, she was luscious.

"Anyway, don't fuck with me. What's up with calling Sheila? She gave you her phone number?"

"Come on, Mack...you know she's the kind I like. Amazon beauty queen. Kind of like Wonder Woman. Now, she was hot."

"Wonder Woman?" Jack laughed at the comparison. "No...I'd say Sheila's more like Storm...from the X-men. Just not as beautiful as Halle Berry."

"Storm?" Sam scoffed and flopped down on the sofa. "She's a fucking freak!"

"Wonder Woman had an invisible plane. That wasn't freaky? And the magic lasso? She was into bondage." Jack opened a beer and handed it to Sam, then lounged in a chair with a brew of his own.

"Bondage isn't freaky...just experimental. Think she wore the tiara when she fucked Superman?" Sam wondered before downing a hefty swing. He knew this kind of juvenile talk would chill Jack out. Enough with the serious shit. It had been a long day and tomorrow would be another one.

"Superman was gay." Jack rested his head on the back of the chair. He actually liked these ridiculous discussions. Sam had a way of bringing out the kid in him. The kid who read comic books, snuck into movies and lusted after female superheroes. "Lois Lane was a front, but she was a babe."

"Spiderman's woman was a babe. What's her name?" Sam snapped his fingers in recollection.

"Mary Jane." Jack supplied.

"Mary Jane." Sam repeated with a sigh of admiration. "I could get down with her."

"Catwoman was gorgeous."

"Which one?"

"All of them...especially Eartha Kitt. She had that 'fuck me' voice. Always sounded like she was ready for a cock ride. And she could purr better than any of them. That sound used to give me instant hard-ons."

"Was she a good girl or a bad girl? And was Batman bisexual...because he was hot for Catwoman, but him and Robin...something was up with boy wonder. First off, he's a crime fighter who calls himself Robin. Second, his real name is Dick. What kind of guy willingly lets people call him Dick? Dick. I mean, is it a statement or a question...an introduction or an offer?"

Jack scratched his forehead. "Fuck if I know. Depends on who old Dick was talking to. To Catwoman, it was an introduction and a statement. To the Riddler...a question and an offer." Jack surmised with as much logic as this banter deserved.

"Yeah! The Riddler was the one in the green leotard with question marks all over it. Maybe they had a threesome. The ambiguously gay duo plus with the funny bunny villain."

Jack grunted at that and turned back to his original question. "Sheila. What's going on?"

"She's cool. I asked her to help me pick out some nice women's clothes from one of these all night places." His bright smile sparkled devilishly. "Cause I have no fucking clue what to look for and you, brother-man...well you're swamped with things to do and Gigi really needs some threads."

"She bought that load of shit?" Jack's question was rhetorical. Of course, Sheila bought it. Sam got the very best physical traits from his mixed heritage. Height from Norway. Rich complexion from Kenya. Solid build from Poland. Dark wavy hair from Italy. Blue eyes and a roguish grin form Ireland. With that combination, most women bought anything Sam was selling. "Look, just make sure you get the clothes...I know you've got bigger plans, but don't forget the clothes."

"I'm on it." Sam got to his feet, searched his pockets and wallet. "Got any condoms?"

"Bedroom. Nightstand. Top drawer."

"I'll leave you a few. You might feel like a late night trip to the hospital."

Jack went to lie on the couch, closed his eyes with a groan. Nope. He had no desire to go back to Gigi for a quick fuck. His desire was to have her all night, all over a nice big bed. Obviously, that would have to wait, but knowing...feeling that they both wanted it...Jack had all the patience in the world.
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Gigi was roused from sleep by something warm, wet and sinuous. Her eyes blinked open to find a dark blond head bowed between her widespread thighs. She gasped and that brought his gaze up to capture hers. He didn't speak, just smiled and gripped her thighs with his strong hands to push them farther apart. His sea-blue eyes held her captive in a hypnotic haze, the raw need he felt, clear in the lines of his stern, handsome face. He was a snake, coiled and begging her to give him a reason to strike. With a trembling hand, Gigi touched his mouth. His tongue slid out to twirl around her long finger and dragged it between his lips. Hungrily, he sucked her finger, giving it all of his amorous attention. Gigi's breathing quickened as she felt herself growing wetter, the sensations he bestowed on her finger, directly stimulated her sex. She snatched her finger out of his mouth and touched herself with the wet digit. The distended jewel of her clit was hot and sending out waves of pleasure from the core of her body.

In a possessive, almost jealous reaction, he nudged her hand away and buried his face in the glistening pink flesh splayed open to him. He sniffed deeply, already lightheaded from the scent of Gigi's cunt. He loved her smell. Loved it most when it covered him, claimed him as hers. His nose burrowed into the juicy folds, rubbed along the length of her.

The short bristles of his mustache scraped at her ripe center, had her moaning his name. He knew how that drove her mad, and he just kept on until she came from that stimulation alone. Her legs tensed suddenly and her ass bucked into his face...grinding and feeding herself to him. She held his head still and rocked against his nose and mustache until all the tension released her body, leaving her limp and flushed.

Before her panting could cease, two of his fingers slid inside her, the tips massaging the front wall of her vagina. A sharp spasm shook her when he found her g-spot. He was starting all over again, his tongue flat and insistent...lapping up her desire for him. She lifted her head to watch him as he drove her mad. Those aqua eyes caught her again, revealing the pleasure he derived from pleasing her. His tongue slid inside her, thrust alongside his fingers, pressed firm and deep up into the hood of her clit. The agile tip delved into the heart of Gigi's engorged bud, flicking back and forth, swirling and pressing...tasting the root of her womanhood.

Gigi didn't know it was possible to experience so much ecstasy. Inside, he fucked her with his fingers, setting off spastic flutters that exploded whenever he stroked the spot of bundled nerves hidden deep within her; together with his relentless suckling, he held Gigi on a constant orgasmic wave. She bucked against him and squirmed, quivering thighs strained to enclose him, but lacked the strength. She was being drained as he drank from her, being replenished the more his greedy mouth feasted upon her. With each release she gave in to, he built her tension and energy again, until she had to let go. As her body twisted, she grabbed his hair, fisted the sheets, thrashed her head and cried out.

Once more she came, creamy whiteness soaking him, quenching his thirst. She turned onto her side, squeezed her thighs together and held him captive...until the trembling faded, until the fire gave way to smoldering embers, until her breath eased in her lungs. Gently, he crawled from between her weakened legs to look at her. Completely undone by his loving, Gigi still clutched the sheets, her hair in disheveled strands across her face, panting softly, weary, jewel-green eyes following his every movement. He knew there had never been, nor would there ever be a more beautiful creature on earth.

Gigi sat bolt upright in her bed, breathing heavily, hot throbbing between her legs. Frantically she looked around her hospital room. Where was he? How could Jack have just disappeared? She wanted him to stay! Needed him to finish what he started, dammit!

For long moments, she sat there trying to figure out what happened, only to come to the realization that, Jack hadn't been there...not in the flesh. Stunned, because it had never happened before, Gigi had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter. It would ruin her night if the guards outside heard her and came bursting into the room. She needed some private time to savor her very first wet dream.
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Sam liked Sheila a whole lot better when she wasn't a cop. Of course, he understood the whole professional thing. He was the same way. He didn't fuck around on an operation...Sheila didn't fuck around when she wore her badge. Good thing both of them were off duty that night...walking around Krolls, shopping for women's clothes.

"I gotta use the head." Sam announced even before they perused the first rack of blouses. "Come wait for me."

Sheila stared at him like he had grown a second head. "Wait for you? Awww, what's the matter, sugar? You need me to hold your hand?"

Her gold eyes teased him. She liked to play. Get her out of those slacks and into a short skirt and a tank top...holy fuck! Where did those tits come from? Sam had been salivating since he met her in the parking lot. "No, sugar...I want you to hold my cock."

Sheila only smiled, gazed at the crotch of his well-fitting jeans as if considering his crass suggestion. "You mean...like this?" Swiftly her hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Sam's package. Boldly she squeezed and rubbed, felt him getting harder. Oh yeah! She knew this man was going to be a hell of a ride! "You know, I think I need to use the head too." Sheila winked at the blue-eyed devil and sauntered toward the restrooms.

Sam watched her ass switch with that sexy walk of hers. She sure as hell wasn't moving like that at the hospital. Fuck! He had to adjust his dick before he followed her. Not many people were in Krolls that night, but enough to notice a big guy like him strutting around with a monster hard-on.

As soon as he rounded the corner, Sheila, grabbed Sam and pulled him into the ladies' room. She dragged him to the big stall at the end and locked the door behind her.

Sam wasted no time. He slammed against Sheila and kissed her wildly. He tried to grind himself into her and get her panties off at the same time only to discover that she wasn't wearing any.

She fumbled to get his shirt open, to get to his bare muscular chest to feel his naked biceps in her hands. Sam was built like a bull ... all corded muscles and pent up energy. Sheila hooked a leg over his hip and went for his pants. Her eagerness made her abandon one task to start another. All the while, his fingers were playing in her pussy, fucking her and spreading her cum all around. A yelp was muffled by their dueling mouths. He played with her clit like an expert and when she finally got him free of his pants, she rubbed Sam's hard, fat cock against her...all over her shaved cunt.

Sam loved a bald pussy. He couldn't stand it anymore. As much as he would have loved to see himself come all over that bare snatch, he wanted to fuck Sheila more. Once he got the condom out of his pocket, he and Sheila fumbled with it until he was covered. Effortlessly, he lifted his Amazon beauty queen off the floor and held her up behind the knees. With impeccable aim, Sam slid balls deep into Sheila, banging her back against the door. She held on tight because the look in his gorgeous face told her this was going to be his show.

Long, slow thrusts buried his prick repeatedly inside her drenched hole. She whimpered and scratched at his skin, his tensed shoulders, his flexed arms and back. Yeah! Sam liked a little pain with his pleasure, especially when the pussy was this good. Too soon, Sheila set him ablaze. She worked her smooth, slick muscles around his thick pole, trying to milk him dry. Sam's hips shifted into a steady roll, slamming himself inside her. The sound of her gasping and those little cries...damn it was a turn-on! The slapping of their sweaty bodies echoed off the bathroom tiles and made Sheila's feet kick at the air everytime she was nailed to the door.

As quiet as the couple tried to be, there was no silencing the grunts and moans of pleasure as they raced toward their sexual goal. Sheila's cunt began to tense and tremor sending thrills right through Sam's cock. She was coming, wide open, her clit keeping constant contact with his pubic bone the dark curly hair that covered it. With a tiny squeal, she bit down on his shoulder and humped herself against him, riding that beautiful piece of meat for all she was worth. Sweat dotted Sam's brow as his hips took up a bruising rhythm. He was no longer in control of his body. Sheila was coming apart on his dick and he was right there with her. With a final plunge, that should have broken the stall door and Sheila's back, Sam lodged himself inside...up on his toes...and held on. He wasn't aware that he crushed her against him, not while he shook and trembled, struggling to keep them both upright. Labored breaths hissed between his teeth as his cock exploded hot, milky cum inside the condom.

They weren't sure how long neither of them moved, but eventually, languidly, Sam and Sheila pulled themselves together. Kissing and fondling got in the way of progress, but finally, the couple got back to their original task of shopping for Gigi's clothes and necessities...rabidly anticipating their next frenzied tryst.