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Chapter 10: Chasing Paradise
And it's that in your belly I find peace
the fire of my home
that consumes me every time we make love
I am a castaway on your kisses
wind between your fingers
love me without fear I beg you...
And I get lost inside you
between heaven and delirium
each step within you
I'm chasing paradise.
By the time they reached the farm, Samuel Evans had managed to calm his excitement. It had not been easy. Considering what they had been about to do and what they planned to do when they finally got home.
Mercedes held tightly the reins of Lightning, as the sun was setting on the horizon. She was witnessing a sunset. The most beautiful sunset she had ever seen.
Sam took Thunder to the stables, while she stayed outside, waiting.
It did not take too long to come out, grabbing the reins from her hand and leading the horse to the door of the corral. Neither Dave nor any of his brothers were there. Perhaps they had already entered the house to dinner together.
He threw some grass in front of the animal, as he had done with Thunder, and got out of the corral, seeing the girl watched the sunset while she waited. She stood there leaning against the fence with a smile on her lips.
Leaving the corral, he bordered it and approached her slowly. Silently. Trying to stop time then.
"Sunsets are one of the things I miss the most when I leave this house." He said, standing close to her.
"I understand why." The girl replied, daring to lay her head on his chest.
Sam reached for her hand to interlace their fingers, afraid of her reaction, while he looked how the sun ended up disappearing.
They watched, for a few seconds, how the horse whinnied uneasily inside the corral. Moving in circles and causing Mercedes frighten.
"Shhh." Sam reassured her, whispering in her ear. "Everything has been left behind. You will never get on it. Nor in Thunder. You made me that promise."
"Yes." She said, squeezing his hand, while Sam left a kiss on her hair.
They had come home at last, but it was still too early to escape to his room and kissing and eating each other as much as he wished. He would wait patiently until the time came and meanwhile, he would enjoy the company of his family.
Suddenly, Mercedes spun the hand that was entwined with his, placing it over his and stroking it with her left. She planned to kill him by tickling and laughter. That was what she intended to do?
"Be still." He asked, purring beside her right ear.
"I'm sorry."
The girl had done that unconsciously, too late she was aware of it.
The proximity of Sam and his hand intertwined with hers clouded her judgement, completely forgetting of what existed between them. Forgetting what he felt for her. He cared, he desired her, he was attracted to her but he did not love her. She had to remind herself again and again to engrave that forever in her heart. To not make a mistake. To not confess that she actually loved him. That he was everything to her. That without him she wouldn't know what to do. He had gotten so inside of her, that nothing and nobody, would get him out of her mind and her heart.
"Shall we?" Sam asked, leaning on her neck.
"Yeah." She responded nervously after hearing him, believing that he would release her hand. Believing that he would separate from her. But Sam only dropped his free right hand to grab her left, intertwined them again.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, already heading toward the house.
"No, are you?"
I'm hungry for you.
"No. But we should eat something or my mother will suspect."
"I can't, Sam. Now I couldn't eat anything. And I don't want to lie to your mother. I don't want to lie to any of them anymore."
Sam's face paled as never before listening to her. Stopping his steps and the girl, frightened.
"Are you going to tell them the truth? Are you going to tell them that we are... nothing?" He asked, lowering his voice and slurred.
Because that was what they were. Nothing. They were not a couple, they were not dating. They were just two people who slept together, or that they had done that, if it came to not be repeated.
"No!" She whispered, raising her voice so he could hear it. "Of course not, Sam. I would never betray you. I would never betray us. But I won't hide what happened to us today. They need to know, they need to know what is the real reason why I never want to ride a horse."
"I understand." He said, calming down beside her. For a moment he had thought that everything would end. For a second he thought she would tell them the truth and then she would leave his life forever. During that second, Sam's heart pounded, believing her already far away from him.
"I won't eat. I couldn't now."
"Okay."
"I have something here that prevents me. Fear, apprehensiveness. I don't know what it is, Sam."
"I'm sorry." He lamented, caressing her face.
"Why are you apologizing? You weren't who started the race with me in the back without stopping." She tried to laugh but she could not.
"I know." He said, staring at her while he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to feel his lips caressing hers again. He was dying to do it again. "It wasn't me, but neither did anything about it. I did nothing, Mercedes."
"Is not enough to risk your life trying to reach me? Sam..." She wanted to continue but he would not let her. Aware that he was making a mistake, he kissed her.
And she returned the kiss.
How couldn't she? If he gave her sweet and passionate kisses that made her knees tremble. How couldn't she? If all she needed to erase that discomfort in her chest were his gentle kisses.
She stroked his hair as she kissed him, tangling her fingers in it. Mercedes wondered what place he had left his hat. She did not remember the time when he had taken it.
"We said..." She tried to speak, between kisses. "Sam... We said we wouldn't..."
"I'm sorry." He said, parting slightly as he rested his forehead on hers and stroked her little ears.
How could he be so sweet? She wondered again and again. Guys like Sam Evans didn't exist. So loving...
I love you.
She thought, looking at his beautiful green eyes. Those eyes that were shining now wanting to undress her. Sam wanted to. Her skin was telling her loudly. Her skin felt how he stroked her ears wanting to kiss them. Desiring to kiss her again.
Mercedes watched as he bit his lower lip, separating from her eventually.
They continued their trek to the house again lacing their hands. Like a habit. As if they do not, it would be no longer possible for them. It was their code. It was their way of knowing that everything would be well.
They entered the house through the back door, and watched as his mother got the roast and prepared it to take it to the dinning room. Apparently, everyone should be waiting at the table.
"Mom" Sam called, gently, trying not to scare her.
"Honey! Where were you, guys? I was worried about you two. Scott told me that you guys went to ride but you didn't come back. Dave has had to stay for dinner waiting for Lightning to come back."
"Can you tell him that we've left it tied to the fence? Mercedes does not feel right. I will accompany her upstairs."
"Don't you want to dinner? Are you not hungry?" Asked Mrs. Evans.
Mercedes shook her head, trying to find the right words to explain what it was that had happened that afternoon, but Sam was ahead.
"Mom... Mercedes almost fell off the horse."
"Oh my God! Are you okay, honey?" Asked the woman concerned, holding her hands in hers and caressing her face lovingly.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"It was just a shock, Mom. But... Mercedes has decided not to ride again."
"Of course not! And neither should you! Long time since you don't get on a horse, son. I don't want anything happen to you, I told you. No more horses for you too, young man. At least for now."
"But I..." Sam wanted to protest, but her mother raised a finger in the air, causing the boy to shut up.
"No horses for you two. I'm sure both you and Mercedes would have a heart attack if the other fell of a horse. Am I wrong?
The two of them looked scared.
An attack? They probably would die of sadness, if that were to happen to either of them.
They turned to look at Mary Evans, nodding quickly.
"All right. It is clear then. No horses... You sure you don't want to have dinner, honey?"
"I am. Do not worry, really."
Mary smiled sweetly and then turned to his son.
"She doesn't eat, neither do you. Do what a good boyfriend would do and accompany her to the room until she falls asleep."
"But I-"
"No buts, Sam."
Mercedes could not help laughing. The same Sam had told her mother that he would accompany her, but she seemed to have not paid attention.
"No buts." He answered, looking at her and then, smiling at Mercedes.
"Good night, dear. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, Mrs. Evans. Thank you very much for your concern." The girl replied, already walking towards the door.
"Don't you separate from her, okay?" Sentenced her mother. "Now I'll tell Dave what happened."
"I'm not going to separate from her, Mom. Don't worry, okay?" He told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek and ran behind Mercedes, upstairs.
Of course he was not going to separate from her. Not until loving her again. Not until hearing her saying his name and even after hearing her, he could never separate from her.
He caught her in the hallway, crossing it while they clashed with their bodies and their mouths. They had started a dance they both knew the end. Their bodies finally collided with the door of his room while kissing, thanking that in that hallway there were not any vase or pot with danger of breaking.
"I need to go to the bathroom." He whispered against her mouth.
"Me too."
"Going to Scott's room. I come back now."
Mercedes nodded, as she let him kiss her neck again. Then she saw him walk away towards the end of the hall and entered the room.
A few minutes later, she had already left the bathroom. Not knowing if she should remove her clothing, put on pajamas or stay with the one she was wearing. She was nervous. As if they had never slept together despite having done that the night before. But she felt that way in her heart. Every day and every night she spent with him, it was new. It was discovering him again and loving him. And at the same time, it was recognizing how far he was from her. How far and how close she felt him. His body loved her with his hands and mouth, but not with his heart.
Sam's heart did not know what love was. And perhaps it never came to know.
Seconds later, the boy opened the door again, coming into the room. Mercedes was still wearing the clothes he had wanted to take off of her that afternoon. Clothes that now he would take off to make love to her again. To get lost inside of her and make her fall in love with him.
"I should have showered." She said, as he approached. "I smell bad."
"Not true. You smell so good." He said, silencing her with a kiss.
She smiled at his reaction. Kissing him and tempting him with her tongue and lips while her hands caressed his back.
Finally.
He thought, still kissing her. Still stroking her with his fingers, trying to take her shirt off. But she refused, forcing himself to take his first. Noting as he obeyed and took it off to leave it in the chair.
Mercedes ran his index finger each of the lines of their abs, while she bit her lower lip, trying to excite him even more than it was already. Directing her fingers to the waistband of his pants and opened the first button.
So she was thinking of undressing him completely while she was still fully dressed?
Sam watched each of her gestures. That was what she intended. She wanted to undress him completely. And he would help her if that was what she really wanted.
He took off his shoes quickly, looking at the boots he wore. They had not even taken them off in the shed. So clueless!
The socks followed the path of the boots and in less than a minute, Sam Evans was naked from head to toe in front of her.
"Mercedes..." He wanted to know what they were supposed to be doing. He wanted to ask why she was still dressed while he stood before her completely naked.
Then she led him to the bed, and slowly, she began removing her clothes in front of him.
She was being daring, she was being ... She was trying, but it was not easy. Not at all! The blessed shirt had decided to entangle in her neck, making her almost impossible to breathe.
She was embarrassing herself in front of him. It was a disaster! A complete disaster and...
I adore you.
He thought, as he watched her struggle with the nagging shirt. She had wanted to be in control that night, but had failed miserably in her efforts, making him fall in love with her even more, if that was possible.
Calming her with a sweet "Shh" and helping her remove it. He pulled her to sit on his lap.
"Don't laugh." She asked as he kissed her.
"I'm not laughing." He said, giving her a look of love.
How could he? How could he do it? The woman in his arms, was doing everything possible to get him excited. And he could not desire her more if she tried.
The girl's hands sought the hooks of her bra but stopped.
"Do it." She whispered in his ear.
And he obeyed her request. Undoing it quickly and hugging her to feel her breasts on his chest.
He held her face, kissing her lips hard as she leaned back, letting him kiss her neck and jaw. With such bad luck, he could not hold them enough and their bodies were precipitated to the ground, falling on the carpet.
"Ow!" Complained both at once.
But looking into each other eyes, they kissed again.
In the hard ground their mouths were devouring each other. Feeding from each other.
"Ow!" Mercedes' elbow hit the side of the bed, while her head laid against the cold ground.
Why everything have to be so difficult? So disastrous? She just wanted to feel him, but she did nothing but embarrass herself again and again.
"Up." He said, noting how uncomfortable she was.
"What?" She asked, feeling as Sam was holding her in his arms newlyweds' style and climbed back into bed, taking the opportunity to remove her pants.
She laughed while he put them away and also wasted no time removing her underwear.
"You are so beautiful."
He said, without hesitation. As he had wanted to do for so long.
"Not true." She laughed.
Don't say that to me, please. Don't say that.
"Yes it is. Look, you're beautiful." He said, kissing her again, making her forget.
Caressing his neck and jaw, her breasts and her navel with his mouth and his hands, stopping at each and dedicating them time and love.
Why did he have to be like that? Why could he not only have sex with her? Why did he have to tell her how beautiful, how gorgeous she was? She did not want to get her hopes up. She did not! But the words of love confused her, to the point of believing the impossible.
He doesn't love you, Mercedes. He doesn't. Please don't be stupid.
She felt his hands caressing her intimate area, clouding her mind for a few seconds.
"Sam..." Escaped from her mouth in a whisper.
She did not want to beg, she did not. But she needed him. She needed to feel him inside of her already.
"Sam." She repeated.
The boy moved in search of that protection that he had needed so much that afternoon, putting it quickly without any delay. Entering her a few seconds later.
"Oh, God." She said, when she finally felt him filling her inside.
"Mercedes..." Sam moaned, moving himself in and out of her.
He wanted to make the love to her, he wanted to love her slowly. Make her fall in love with him. But how could he do that if her body was driving him crazy? How could he do that if she managed to make him abandon himself completely inside of her, possessing her time and again? Fast. Strong.
He could not do it anymore. As much as he tried to contain himself, he could not. He was entering her without delay, trying to get her to paradise with each of his thrusts.
"Sam..." She gasped, bending her knees, while resting her hands on his arms. Maybe doing too much pressure with her nails. "Oh... I think... I..." She tried to say.
"Beautiful!"
Sam moved a little faster, making her come, capturing him at the time. Abducting him in her pleasure, taking him with her wherever she travelled.
Slowly, the boy moved aside, pulling off and resting on the bed. Holding his right hand with her left. As if he needed her to remember what they had felt seconds ago. It was not a dream. It was not. Mercedes had allowed him to make love to her again and Sam could not be more thankful to God for it.
Mary Evans had just burnt a finger preparing the hot milk she thought to bring to Mercedes to her room. After what the guys had confessed, she could not have dinner either and her mind was a mess, judging by the burnt finger she was complaining now.
She was worried about her. About Mercedes. And also for her son. She has never seen him like that. In love, absolutely crazy for this girl who shared her life with him. It was the first time he brought a girl home. But Mary Evans really wanted and hoped it was the last.
Mercedes made him happy, made him smile. His eyes sparkled every time she spoke. Every time she smiled. And the boy's smile grew larger every time she laughed and grabbed his hand.
That same morning, Mary had separated him from her side, dropping his hands trying to figure out the reaction in her child. Realizing what she had thought long ago. That it hurt for him to be away from her.
She did not know their history. She did not know how they came to form the beautiful couple that they were, but he loved her and cared for her. That was all that mattered.
And Mercedes?
Everything pointed to that she loved him too, that she was happy at his side.
Mary Evans wished with all her might that Sam and Mercedes never leave home. She was being selfish, she knew, but she just wanted to be near her son. Watch his happiness every day and support him if something went wrong.
Throwing the hot milk in a cup, she added cocoa mix and stirred it and left the kitchen. She climbed the stairs slowly, taking her longer than usual, trying to not spill the milk from the cup.
She came to her son's room, leaning on the doorframe, trying to hear noise inside, but there was only silence.
She opened the door carefully enough to see that the two of them were sleeping in his bed, turned toward the door without noticing her presence.
Mrs. Evans' cheeks couldn't help but blush while watching both of them slept under the covers, completely attached. She only could see their bare arms and their shoulders above the blanket. Her son's arm was wrapped around the waist of his girlfriend and his hands rested on top of hers. He had forgotten to turn off the light and now his mother watched the whole scene with her right hand on her heart. They looked so beautiful, so happy.
At that time, Sam moved slightly, without opening his eyes, and curled up on the neck of the girl, while she said aloud the magic words.
"I love you, Sam."
No. Mary Evans was not dreaming. Mary Evans had heard Mercedes telling his son that she loved him and he answered her with a snort.
Ah! You're like your father, Sam Evans! You're a mess, son. A complete disaster.
Mary laughed, watching them sleep peacefully. Finally turning off the light and closing the door carefully.
Supported in the frame, she took a big sip from the cup of milk. She had prepared it for Mercedes so she could sleep, but it had not been necessary. The disaster of his son had made it possible. Mercedes loved him and he loved her.
Mary Evans took another sip of the milk before heading downstairs, with a sense of peace in her heart.
Sam Evans watched her sleep, while picking up the mess of clothing that they had been left on the floor the night before. She looked like an angel, breathing softly. An angel that occasionally pull a smile out of him watching her complaint about the sunlight that came through their window.
He knew her perfectly. Soon, she would begin to move trying to avoid the light coming through the window and she would wake up. So he went to the bed and sat beside her, stroking her right ear while leaving a kiss on her hair. After what had happened between them the night before, Mercedes could reject him the times she wanted, but he wouldn't go away. He would pamper her all the time and he did not care what she said about it, nothing else mattered to him.
As he thought, the girl began to rub her eyes and then she tried to cover herself with the blanket, preventing the sun's rays from disturbed her and causing him to burst into laughter. She really thought hiding under the covers as if she was a little girl.
"Mercedes..." He called her softly.
"Ummm." She growled, hearing his voice in her ear.
"Your breakfast is getting cold."
Everything had changed in these past two days. In the two weeks that he had passed sharing a bed with her, Mercedes had woken up early and getting up fast, going directly to the shower, thinking that he was not aware of it. But since he had come to the house, since they had made love, Mercedes did nothing but hide under the covers to not see the sunlight. Everything had changed and Sam hoped it was because of him. Because of what made her feel. Because of how well she felt at his side.
"Breakfast?" The girl asked, opening her eyes slowly, after uncovering her head.
Gradually she managed to open them at all, observing the tray he had left on the chair.
The boy stood up for and moved closer to the bed and gave her pajamas so she wouldn't be cold.
"I made it for you." He said, with a smile from ear to ear, watching as Mercedes quickly put on pajamas.
"Why?" She asked, with a lump in the throat.
"Because last night you went to bed without having dinner. So I assumed that you would be starving."
"And it's true." She smiled, feeling her cheeks stained red. "But ... you brought it to me to bed. You could have breakfast with the others and..."
Sam did not let her finish. He smeared a toast with strawberry jam and gave it to her.
"All are gone but my father. He has stayed at home, resting."
"Have they gone? Where?" She asked, dumbfounded, as she held the toast in her hand without daring to try.
"To church. It's Sunday, remember? My mother did not want to wake us up. She left a note on the kitchen table. Eat a little, come on."
"They have gone to church." The girl repeated.
"Yes, what is it?"
"It's been a long time since I've been to church." She replied, trying to forget the last time she had been to one.
She put the toast on the plate, closing her eyes for a few seconds. Unable to avoid memories of herself at the funeral of her mother, while the priest gave her final farewell.
"I'm an idiot, right? Whatever I do, whatever I say, I always make you remember her and hurt yourself again."
"Sam..."
"No! I thought your nightmares were gone. That I had managed to erase them completely. How stupid!"
"Sam, please. Don't say that. You did it, you did."
"No..." He lamented. It was not true, no matter what he did, what he said to make her forget. There would always be things that reminded her that. Things that would make her remember her mother's death and all the pain she had felt for it.
"Yes. Yes you did. I am who should reproach myself for anchoring myself in the past. I haven't gone back to a church since my mother's funeral. I didn't. However, I kept praying. I kept talking to Him, because I know God exists. And I know he will look after her wherever she is. I keep praying so she doesn't forget me, and I don't forget her. I keep praying to keep going, and I thank Him for having found you. Daily. Every day, I thank Him for allowing me to know you."
Sam was listening to her, incredulously. He had never thought that Mercedes would have dared to say that to him. Maybe someday she had the courage to confess what he really wanted to hear from her lips.
"If you want, we can go next Sunday." He promised.
"I'd love that." She replied with a smile.
"On one condition."
"Which one?" She asked, worried.
"That you eat everything I have prepared for you." He said, handing back the toast and forcing her to eat.
"Are you going to feed me like you did that time in Richmond?"
"I don't know, do you want me to?"
Mercedes nodded, amused. Noting the toast already approaching to her mouth.
"Perfect, here's the first." Sam said as she hit the first bite of the toast, staining her nose of strawberry jam.
He waited for her to swallow the entire contents of her mouth and then he kissed her cleaning her and tasting the jam.
"Not tomato sauce, but it seems like it." He said, once separately.
That afternoon he had wanted to kiss her, but he had failed. Now he realized how much it had been worth the long wait.
"Eat it all."
"And then what?"
"Then we'll think of something." He said with a seductive smile.
Mercedes took another bite of toast, without losing sight of him. Sam Evans was her undoing and she could not love him more if she tried.
For when his family finally returned home, they had already cleaned the dishes and cups from their breakfast and cleaned the house. They had also gone to visit his father and then, they had fed the horses and the chickens on the farm.
"Good morning, guys." Her mother greeted them with a smile, walking into the kitchen.
They were sitting at the table, resting from the work done.
"Oh! The kitchen is super clean."
"And the rooms, and bathrooms. Everything." The boy said, stretching the word. "We've also made the beds."
"Yours too?" Scott asked, sitting in front of them, while he devoured a piece of bread. "Or have you left it undone so that way it is easy and quick to throw yourselves into it? Sinners that you are... You haven't even gone to the church."
"Scott!" Shouted his mother.
Mercedes looked at him, sick of their mockery. Even she had finished getting tired of it. She wanted to reply, but Sam spoke first.
"Yes we made it. And yours too, brother. I didn't know you had all those magazines hidden under the mattress." Sam raised an eyebrow, watching the reaction of his older brother, trying to avoid the accusing eyes of his mother.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah..." Sam laughed, victorious.
Mercedes was also dying to do it, but she would not. Not in front of Mrs. Evans. It had to be difficult for her to reconcile her children without taking sides.
The magazines...
She recalled the time when she had found them while she was making Scott's bed. Sam had caught her red-handed watching them and she had left them quickly on the bed, while her cheeks blushed like never before.
"Wow. What a collection." He said, seeing the amount of them that his brother had. Opening one of them and moving his head to either side. "I'm sure this position is impossible. Have you seen it?" He asked, showing her the photo.
Mercedes shook her head, making no answer, and Sam quickly closed the magazine, put them all back in place.
"We better leave or he will think we stole him some."
The girl laughed as he placed them under the mattress again, then turned to see her.
"I still think that position is impossible, but we should try it sometime, just to check." He told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek and left the room, straight to Stacy's room.
Oh, Lord! At what time she had fallen in love with a sex god?
"Mercedes?" Scott called her for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Yes?" She said, out of the trance.
"I was telling Sam that we are going to go to the Country Bar today, get our dance on, you want to come?"
"The Country Bar?" Mercedes looked at Sam, who was waiting for her answer with a smile on his lips. "Yes, of course. Why not?"
"Perfect! Mary Ann is going too. Dave, Sam, you and me. You'll see how much fun we're going to have."
Mercedes raised an eyebrow, doubtful. Yes, of course. With Mary Ann going, they would spend a fabulous evening ... God help them. Mary Ann, Dave, Scott, Sam and her in the same bar!
Mercedes listened as someone knocked on the door of her room. She had spent the last ten minutes, stirring her clothes into her suitcase, trying to find something to wear that evening.
"Come in." She raised her voice, enough so that they could hear her.
The door opened and Stacy came quickly, closing it behind her.
"Mom told me that you guys are going to the Country Bar." She spoke, sitting in the bed, watching how the girl was moving her clothes again and again in her suitcase.
"That's the plan, if I can make up my mind and choose something." She said crossly.
Stacy laughed at her side, bending her legs in lotus position.
"You'll be perfect with anything you wear."
Mercedes moved slightly her suitcase to make room, and sat down beside her giving up. There was nothing in that suitcase, nothing that would serve her for that bar.
"Don't you have a denim skirt or something?" Stacy asked.
The girl shook her head.
That was what she had wanted to wear first. Too bad she did not have any. She would be lying if she did not say she wanted to look beautiful for him. She wanted him to only have eyes for her and not for all the girls who would go to that bar.
"And today is Sunday. Everything is closed." Stacy lamented.
"I know."
Although in any case, she did not have money to buy anything. Sam had not paid her yet for travelling with him and Mercedes wasn't going to accept it even if he did.
"It's a shame, because my brother would have dislocated his jaw seeing you in a skirt."
That's what she had thought! Demon girl, did not help at all.
"Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless we go now to see Miny! I'm sure her sister will have something that fits you." She said, with a smile, pulling her hand to help her lifted out of bed.
"Wait, who is this Miny? And how are we supposed to get there?" She asked, getting up.
"She's my best friend... And you will drive."
"What?" Mercedes gasped.
"Come on, don't waste time. You drive."
"But I haven't driven in a while and..."
"Come on!" She said, pulling her and running out the door.
"Shouldn't we tell Sam?" She managed to say as she was pulled down the stairs.
"No! Of course not! It's a surprise!" She yelled, grabbing the keys from the kitchen's keychain . "You're gonna drive Mary Ann's truck."
They had already gotten out of the house, and now they were climbing onto the truck that Stacy had said.
"Oh my goodness! As He wishes." She responded. "Where did you say that this Miny lived?"
"Ten minutes from here." The teenager replied, putting her belt already.
"This is complete madness, Stacy." She said, putting the keys in the ignition and driving it.
"I know. This better be worth it, my brother will die when he sees you."
"No, please." She said, amused. "I would be a very young widow." She joked.
Treading lightly on the accelerator, they went from there, hoping and praying that everything go well.
He had half an hour sitting in that bed. Half an hour waiting for her to return from the place where she was gone. Almost forty-five minutes ago, Scott had said to him that he had seen her driving Mary Ann's truck with Stacy as companion. For forty-five minutes he was wondering where she could have gone. He was going crazy and imagining the worst. Wouldn't she be okay? Why had she gone? It made no sense she have gone that way, without saying anything.
Where are you, beautiful?
He got up, tired of waiting and sitting and he began to walk around his room. Restless, nervous. Going through different moods. Worried, scared. Maybe she had told Stacy everything? Is that why she was gone? Had she gone back to her life? She wasn't thinking of coming back?
No, please. Don't take her away from me now.
What an idiot! She could not have gone. All her clothes were there. Her suitcase, her things. What stupid!
But if she had not gone, where was she?
The door finally opened, while he was looking out the window. Turning around, too fast, he almost lost his balance. Leaning against the window frame, relaxed, hoping not to make a scene. But soon forgetting everything he had planned to say. Mercedes was before him, beautiful, gorgeous, with a denim skirt and a red checker shirt. The boots she was wearing were also new and Sam had no idea where she had got them.
"Where...?" He started to say, as he watched her closing the door and leaving some bags on the bed.
"I was at Miny's." She said, sitting up and crossing her legs, giving him a good view.
"Who is Miny?" He asked, trying not to look at her beautiful legs.
"Stacy's best friend." She said again, as she played with her hair, taking it away from her neck.
Can you stop doing that? You're killing me.
"You could have warned me." He reproached her.
She was killing him with her clothes and rage was born in him in response. A rage that would dissipate if only...
Think of something else!
"She didn't give me time." The girl excused herself. "Stacy told me she was in a hurry and... Are you mad?"
"No, I'm not."
And he was not. Of course not. He just wanted to take off that skirt she was wearing and make love to her until they could not anymore.
"You sure?"
Stupid! Did you really think he'd tell you you're beautiful? Think again. It will not happen.
"Sure." He said, watching as she got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom. "Mercedes?"
"Yes?" The girl turned, excited, waiting for what she knew would be impossible.
"You're so beautiful."
"Thank you."
Mercedes felt her cheeks blushing uncontrollably.
Wait a moment!
He had said to her "You're so beautiful" instead of "You look so beautiful", right?
"I though you wouldn't want to wear skirts."
"Stacy convinced me." She said last time, before finally entering the bathroom.
Stacy ... Stacy ... Sis. Thanks for trying to kill me.
"Jesuschrist, Mercedes!" Scott yelled, watching her coming downstairs. "That's a skirt and the rest is nonsense! Are you still alive, Sammy?"
His brother looked at him wanting to strangle him. Mary Ann and he were already waiting for them downstairs in the lounge of the house. His sister, unlike Mercedes, had decided to wear pants that afternoon. Sam wished the girl had done the same. Now he would spend all night trying to keep his hands on his hips rather than lose them under that skirt.
"Are we all ready?" He asked, avoiding his brother.
"Yep. Ready to mingle. At least me, you guys can't." Scott reminded them.
"Yes I can." Said his sister.
"Yeah... Too bad men don't like you, sis." Scott replied, referencing her same sentence.
Mary Ann snorted, getting up and off the couch and headed toward the kitchen.
"Don't we wait for Dave?" Sam asked his brother.
"He said he will meet us there."
"Perfect. Let's go to the truck, then." They heard Sam saying with a smile on his face.
"The truck? No way! You will come with us in the van." Scott said.
"But..."
"No trucks! They aren't needed here, okay? Said his older brother.
"Okay, okay."
Sam saw him pass by his side, as he grabbed Mercedes' hand and they came outside as well. On the way towards the van, he watched the truck stood there alone.
"Sorry, buddy. Soon we will see our faces again. Soon enough." He said aloud.
Mercedes tried to follow his steps toward the van, but the boots she wore made her walk slower. It had not been Sam's words which had made her do so. No...
He wanted to get out of there. He wanted nothing more than to get on his truck and leave forever.
He wants to go. It is only a matter of time that he will be out of your life.
Sam suddenly stopped, looking at her.
"Are you okay?" He asked, as he dropped her hand and held her by the waist.
"Yes." She replied in a whisper, wrapping his waist as well.
"Come on, it's getting late." He said, stopping at the side of the truck and opening the door for her to help her get in it.
He helped her and then he turned the car to take his place in the back seat next to her.
What had put her in that state? For a moment he had seen her smiling and then, the girl had showed the saddest eyes he had ever seen. What was supposed he have done? Not replying to his brother? Not have said "Yes, Scott. I'm still alive, despite everything. Despite having seen her in that skirt and haven't been able to make love to her like I would have wished?. I'm still alive even though she is determined to kill me with anything that she wears. With each of the looks she gives me. And her smiles kill me, brother. But yes, I'm still alive, despite everything."
Nearing her, he whispered again in her ear.
"You look so beautiful."
"You already told me that." Mercedes could not help but giggle.
No. He didn't. "You're so beautiful" was what he had said.
"Did I?" He asked, wanting to look confused.
"Yes." She said, noting how her cheeks blush.
Scott looked at them in the mirror, causing them held their hands as a reflex. Or perhaps both had taken the opportunity to caress themselves.
Because that was what they were doing with his hands now. Both played tickling each other without receiving any electric shock. These were already part of their past.
"No funny business in front of the poor, guys, have pity." Scott said.
"Shut up and drive." Replied his brother, before Mercedes tried to leave his hand.
He would not allow it. Even less to obey Scott. If his brother did not want funny business, funny business he would have.
Mercedes laughed, watching Scott's reaction and Mary Ann's snort.
It did not take long to reach the Country Bar. There, there were several cars parked in the parking lot. And they hoped that Dave was already there.
"Just go inside. I'm going to park a bit far from here. I don't want a drunk to break my glass."
"How cautious." Mercedes laughed, getting off the car and waiting for Sam and Mary Ann.
Scott watched them entering the bar and then he hit the gas, driving the car a little further away from the parking.
He wondered if Dave would have come, but he had not seen his car anywhere yet. He parked, getting off and locking it up. Then he adjusted his pants and shirt, and looked in the side mirror of the car.
"You look perfect." He told himself.
If no one said that to him, someone would have to.
"Don't lie! I know you're his whore!"
Scott turned like a spring to where the shrill voice came.
Whore?
He looked carefully, but he didn't know the woman who had just spoken. Would it be new in town? Would be from the neighboring village?
He skirted the car to get a better view of the scene and then he saw her.
In front of the woman who had just screamed was no one than his dear Doctor Harbor. The same he had met the previous morning, the same who had refused to have a dinner with him. The same who had made a stew with his balls!
"You found the wrong person, ma'am." He heard her saying to the woman.
Scott stood motionless for a few seconds, hiding behind his truck. Desiring to understand what it was all about.
"All of you are the same to me! All! You think you can fool me but I know exactly what you do."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"My Wilbur is planning to leave me for you and I will not allow it. Did you heard me, hypocrite?"
"Excuse me? What did you call me? I don't know any Wilbur!"
"You're lying!"
"I don't know why you have decided to bother me, ma'am. But I have more important things to do than listen all afternoon how you disrespect me. Did you hear me?"
"Honey! Why is it taking you so long?"
The two turned to see Scott Evans appearing on stage, hugging the doctor and then giving her a kiss in front of the woman. A long, deep kiss. A kiss that had enjoyed like no other.
A kiss that he hated to break.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. I had never seen you here. Are you from the next village?" Scott asked, turning to her, as he put her hand on the girl's waist.
The woman opened her mouth in amazement.
Perhaps it was because his Wilbur was not as handsome as was the boy in front of her, or so young. But the woman did not even answer; she raised her upturned nose and walked away leaving them stunned.
However, Scott wasted no time, going all out and trying to kiss her again.
"How dare you?" The girl screamed, slapping him mercilessly. "Didn't I make myself clear yesterday?"
"What?" Scott asked, stroking his cheek hurt. "That you wanted to have dinner with me or that you wanted to kiss me? We have already done the second thing, say yes to the first and we can go to the next level."
The doctor opened her eyes wide. Shaking her head, she started to move away from him. But Scott did not let her go, grabbing her hand and pulling her attacking her lips again.
Kissing her relentlessly. Kissing her and getting lost in that sweet mouth he had desired to taste. Opening it enough to brush her tongue with his. He was kissing her and she was getting carried away...
"Ah!" He cried, separating from her. "You bit me!"
"If I didn't make myself clear now then you're a stupid, Scott Evans."
"I'm bleeding." He complained, looking at the blood on his fingers.
"Do not tell me that it really affects you..." She could not finish the sentence. The boy began to get dizzy, and she held him by the waist preventing him from falling. "I now understand your paleness yesterday."
"Do not laugh." Scott asked, sticking to the wall.
"I don't."
The doctor took out a handkerchief and with it she wiped the blood on his lips. Pausing for a moment to see his beautiful blue eyes. He watched her intently, without moving his hands. "In a few minutes you will be better. Stay here while recovering."
"Will you leave me alone?"
"Leave you alone? No way. The last I would need now would be you falling to the ground and smashing your head. Everyone would blame me. I cannot allow that.
The doctor leaned against the wall beside him too.
"I do not know your name yet." He reminded her, after a few minutes in complete silence.
"You don't need to know."
"Why do I feel that is a horrible name and that's why you don't want to say it?"
"It's not horrible!"
"No ... Of course not." He laughed.
"Is not! It's inappropriate!" She exploded.
"Inappropriate? Ina ... what? Oh, God!" No, it could not be... Right?
"No, no please. Don't even say it out loud. Do not say it!"
"Pearl Harbor! Oh my God!" Scott Evans, fully recovered, burst out laughing.
"This is not funny! Do not laugh!"
"Yes it does!" He could not stop laughing. "Who in their right mind came up with that name?"
"My father! And he was not in his right mind, he was completely drunk!"
"That explains everything"
"Promise me you will not tell anyone, please."
"Why? It is a very pretty name."
The boy savored her name on his lips, whispering. Causing her to look at how his mouth said it fondly and at the same time, with a sensuality that mesmerized her.
"Pearl..."
"Is the name of an attack in which thousands died." She dared to say, looking straight ahead.
Scott was speechless for a few seconds. Seconds that seemed eternal to the doctor.
She was right. He had not seen it that way. The boy tried to say something to comfort her but the words died in his mouth.
"You promise me not to tell anyone?" She asked, this time looking into his eyes. Scott wanted to say yes. He would never do anything to hurt her. But he could not miss an opportunity when it was served to him on a silver platter. With a wry smile, he whispered.
"On one condition."
"Which one?"
"I want you to have dinner with me."
"You don't get tired, do you?"
"No. I never desist if it's really worth fighting for something."
"I guess if I don't want all the people knowing my name, I will have to accept your proposal."
"You guess right." He replied, realizing that he had just won the game.
"I know I'll regret this, but... I accept."
"Good." Scott showed his smile of triumph.
"Actually, I thought you would ask me to call you by your name."
"Ah, no. In fact I love you calling me Mr. Evans. It's one of my fantasies." He whispered in her ear, coming close to her dangerously.
"You're a stupid, Scott Evans." She patted his arm separating him from her immediately.
"I know, honey. Now... Can you say it to me again while you kiss me?"
The doctor snorted again, separating herself from the wall and already heading for the door of the bar. Scott had not moved an inch. He was carefully watching her hips moving with every step she took.
"Are you coming or what?" Asked the girl, turning back to him.
"Right now." He said with a smile from ear to ear.
Right now, Pearl.
For a moment seeing her swaying her hips made him imagine how it would be sleeping with her. Kissing and caressing her as she demanded it to him. Because Dr. Harbor was not one of those girls who begged. She wasn't. And Scott was convinced that sooner or later he would get her, full of pleasure, shouting his name.
"Where is Scott?" Mary Ann asked for the umpteenth time disgusted with the cloying scene taking place in front of her.
Sam stopped looking at his "girlfriend" for a second to speak to his sister.
"He's probably flirting with some girl or waiting for Dave outside."
"Dave is old enough. He doesn't need anyone waiting for him. Scott better comes fast. I did not come to be a chaperone."
Mercedes chuckled, watching as Dave McCain entered the bar. The girl did not hesitate to raise her hand so that he would find them more easily.
"In fact, Dave just came without Scott."
Mary Ann refused to turn around to see him coming. She didn't want him to think she was paying attention to him.
They could have to sit next to each other in the same booth, but she would not talk to him.
"Hey!" Dave greeted them, sitting beside her without wasting time. "Where is Scott?"
"Well ... He was parking. Half an hour ago... We assumed that he would be waiting for you."
"I have not seen him." He replied, shrugging.
Mary Ann could be sitting beside him, but he would not speak to her. If she expected so she was very wrong.
"How are you, Mercedes? Mrs. Evans told us what happened yesterday in the afternoon. I'm so sorry about everything that happened. Really sorry. I don't know why that happened. Lightning is not like that."
"It's okay, Dave. Everything is fine. The scare is over and well... I've decided not to ride anymore." She said, as he pressed Sam strong hand under the table, seeking for his support.
"I get it. And I'm really sorry, Mercedes. I apologize to you too, Sam. It could have happened a tragedy and... Sorry again."
Sam nodded.
"It was not your fault, Dave. Forget it. It's all in the past." He reassured him.
"Yes." He said softly.
"Am I seeing right?" Mercedes asked, watching the front door.
"If you're watching what I am, then yes." Sam replied, astonished.
"What are you talking about?" Mary Ann asked, turning her head at the same time as Dave.
"Okay, this is amazing. How did he do that?" They heard Dave say.
Good question.
Sam thought. Watching as Scott and the new veterinary were heading towards them with a smile on their lips.
To be continued…
And that's it for now… I hope you liked it. Thank you so much for reading it and sorry again for making you wait this long.
Next chapter we'll see more of Samcedes… Scott/Pearl and… Mary Ann/Dave...
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Hugs and kisses
Syl