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A few days before Christmas, Mercedes' parents called to inform her, that they would be doing the holidays different this year.
They had decided to take a cruise to the Caribbean and spend Christmas on one of the many beautiful islands there.
"Mom, I can't believe you guys," Mercedes started, hurt lacing her voice. "I always look forward to Christmas dinner with you guys. And this year, I…"
"I know honey. And I'm sorry, but this is something we wanted to do for years…and let's face it…we aren't getting any younger."
A sharp intake echoed down the line from Mercedes' end.
"Oh God mom…you and daddy…is one of you sick?"
Mrs. Jones laughed.
"Oh honey, this is not an item to cross off our bucket list...we don't have a bucket list. We just always wanted to experience Christmas in another culture and see a few sights this time of the year, that's all."
Mercedes' breath whooshed loudly, as relief overwhelmed her.
"Thank God! I don't know what I'd do without you or daddy…"
"You'd do just fine. You'd carry on and live a happy, wonderful life, with a great guy…and a couple of kids."
Mercedes smiled, though her mother couldn't see it.
"Speaking of a great guy, I have someone for you guys to meet. I was hoping to bring him by for part of our Christmas celebrations, but now, you guys are leaving."
"Sorry. Oh honey, is he someone special? You know…could he be the one?"
Heat infused Mercedes' face.
Her mind told her to be logical, that things could fizzle between her and Sam before they really get started.
But her heart was saying something else. It was telling her, he was definitely the one.
"It's hard to explain mom…but I have never felt this way about any guy before. This thing between me and Sam…that's his name by the way…started up almost instantly. And although we're taking it slow…we're moving fast, know what I mean?"
A lone tear slipped from Mrs. Jones' eye. There was definitely happiness in her daughter's voice, when she spoke about her special guy…and that also made her happy.
"Baby, speaking from experience, I know, that when it comes to feelings of the heart, there is no time limit to how fast or how slow a person can fall in love. I met your daddy in August…way back then…and by the end of September, we were getting married. When you feel it, you know it…and you are obviously feeling something."
"I am, mom. He's so genuine…so nice…and he makes me feel so special…"
"Well then, he's the one in my book and I would love to meet him. And I bet your dad would too. If you both have the time, we could meet for a couple hours before we leave tomorrow evening. Would that be okay?"
"I think so. I just need to find out from Sam if the timing is right for him. Oh…mom…Sam is white…and he's rich…very rich."
"Honey, neither race…nor wealth, has ever been an issue for our family, you know that. You can't help who you fall in love with. Besides, all your dad I want, is for someone to treat you like a queen and love you unconditionally. Now, as soon as you get word from Sam, let us know, so we could meet him, okay?"
"Okay mom. I'll call you guys later."
A few hours later, Sam and Mercedes were laying on his bed, chatting quietly. She was saying,
"…and now that they are leaving, it leaves my holiday plans wide open…"
"That means, my beautiful wifey, that you can spend Christmas with me and my family."
Mercedes giggled.
"Aren't you getting tired of calling me that?"
With a horrified gasp, Sam said,
"Never! You are my wifey…and you'll always be. So…what do you say? Christmas with the Evans?"
Mercedes lifted up and looked into his smiling green eyes.
"Would that make you happy?" she asked.
"Definitely!"
She smiled.
He was right. It was there in his eyes…the truth and so much more.
"Okay Mr. Evans…I'm in…"
Before she could finish her sentence, she found herself bowled over, until she was laying flat on her back, with Sam was hovering over her.
He had a huge smile on his face.
"My mom is going to be so thrilled. You know, she can't seem to stop talking about you…I think she's secretly in love with you."
Mercedes burst out laughing.
Playfully she slapped his chest and brought his face down to hers, where she met his lips in a sweet kiss.
"You are so crazy Sam Evans, you know that?"
"Yes, I do. I'm crazy about you."
Her breath hitched and things got serious all of a sudden.
Looking directly into her eyes, he said,
"I'm in love with you, Mercedes. I have been for a while. I told myself it's too soon, but there's no denying what I feel for you."
Right away, Mercedes' eyes filled with tears.
There was so much honesty in Sam's green eyes, it completely floored her. But, on the other hand, she felt exactly the same way about him.
Sam held Mercedes' watery gaze, feeling her fingers tighten in his shirt.
"You don't have to say anything baby, I just wanted you to know…"
She nodded, finding it hard to locate her voice. And with her eyes still locked with his, she reached up and smoothed the hair from his forehead, just as the tears leaked from her eyes.
Reflexively, Sam gently grasped her face and used the pads of his thumbs, to wipe her tears.
"Baby…" he started, but Mercedes shook her head and said,
"I'm fine Sam. I just wasn't expecting you to say that."
More tears leaked.
"You have this ability to blow me away…from the moment I met you, right up to this minute. I've never met a guy like you before…and I've never been treated with this much respect or have been treated so special, by any other guy before. I've told, you're one of a kind, Sam…and I mean it. There is no one else like you."
She full on sobbing now, so much so, her nose was running.
She tried to turn her head, but Sam wasn't having any of it. He tightened his grip on her face and said,
"Don't! You never need to hide from me. I'll always think you're beautiful…even when you're crying…and snotty."
An unexpected giggle bubbled up and escaped Mercedes at that point, which brought an immediate smile to Sam's face.
Softly, he kissed her lips and gently dropped his forehead to hers.
"Sam…"
"Hmm."
"I'm a mess…"
"A beautiful mess…"
"But…"
"What, baby?"
"I need to clean up…and say something to you."
"Okay."
At that, he lifted up, took his shirt off, and started to wipe her face.
"Sam…"
"It's just a shirt, Mercedes."
'A very expensive shirt,' she thought.
"There, all finished," Sam said and dropped a sweet kiss to her lips.
Just as he was about to pull away, she threw her arm around his neck and anchored her lips to his.
Within seconds, the kiss went to another level, both tasting the other deeply.
Sam shifted after a few moments, stretching his long body out and covering hers.
They were so deeply engrossed into the kiss, they didn't register when her legs parted and he slipped between them.
At this point, both of their bodies had long since reacted.
Mercedes' lacy underwear was soaking wet, her nipples hardened to points and her nerve endings un-raveling at the speed of lightning.
Poor Sam wasn't faring much better.
His manhood was like granite, threatening to bust the seam of his pants.
It physically hurt, just how bad he wanted to be inside Mercedes.
He was passed the point of horny…he was thirsty…and right now, the woman writhing beneath him, had exactly what he needed to quench his thirst.
The first move he made, was gripping one of her thick, pretty legs and wrapping it around his trim hips.
He proceeded to grind into her, his member rubbing deliciously against her femininity, making her groan and arch her hips for more.
Meanwhile, he continued to plunder her mouth, his tongue touching and tasting every corner and every crevice. And Mercedes surrendered…completely…allowing him to control every move.
But she was hungry for him, make no mistake about that.
She wanted to feel him buried deep within her, as he take her to heights unknown.
She grasped his firm behind, her fingers splayed, and pulled him into her, and her other leg automatically went around his hips.
Suddenly, there was a ripping sound…her underwear…and right after, she felt cool air wash over her bared assets, but only for a moment, because, in the next second, Sam's long fingers were all over her, probing, teasing and finally, entering her.
A low groan escaped Mercedes and she widened a leg.
Next she started to fumble with the waistband of Sam's pants, trying desperately to get the button undone.
She eventually did and got the zipper down, just as Sam's cell phone rang loudly in the room.
He didn't budge, but Mercedes' hand froze.
'Dammit! So close,' she thought.
But Sam continued to kiss her, even going as far as to move his lips across her jawline and kiss her neck, while his fingers stroked deeply inside of her.
The phone rang off and Mercedes had just reached inside Sam's pants to palm him, when it rang again.
Giving Sam a little shove, she said,
"You should get that. It might be important."
"Uh-huh," Sam said and guided her hand back into his pants.
She gripped him, hard and he moaned. And it was the sexiest sound she ever heard.
Hearing his phone ring off and start up again, she gently squeezed his length and said,
"I really think someone is trying to reach you, Sam. That's the third time now…"
He cut her off with a scorching kiss and then a nip to her bottom lip.
"Whoever the hell that is, they better have a damn good reason for calling," he said.
At that, he lifted up off Mercedes and stalked over to his dresser, where his phone was.
Mercedes sat up, and the first thing that caught her eyes, was her torn underwear, hanging off the corner of the bed, looking like a random piece of cloth.
Next, she began to take stock of herself, realizing, that she probably looked like a hot mess.
She began to smooth her hair back, when she happened to look over at Sam and caught the expression on his face.
Her hands stilled in her hair, as she watched his body language.
Something was up and whatever it was…it wasn't good.
"Alright…fine, I'll be there. Give me half an hour…yes…of course. Bye," Mercedes heard Sam say and then he hung up.
He stood for a moment with his eyes closed and ran his hand through his blonde locks.
Then, he covered his face with both hands and dragged them down.
He looked miserable and Mercedes got concerned.
"Sam?" He turned to her but remained silent. "Babe, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" she asked, now standing.
With an audible sigh, he walked to her and drew her into his arms, and she let him hold her for a few moments, before pulling back and looking up at him.
"Tell me," she said.
He inhaled and exhaled slowly.
"Something bad has happened…"
"Is it your mom? Your dad? Or…"
He placed a finger to her lips.
"My family is fine. It's Quinn. She got into an accident tonight…and she might not make it."
Mercedes' breath caught, as horror filled her mind.
"What about…the baby?" she asked.
"They are in the process of taking it through surgery…but it will be touch and go for the baby, seeing that it didn't go to full term."
"Oh God! I'm so sorry, Sam. That could be your…"
He shook his head cutting her off.
"The baby isn't mine. I'm almost one hundred percent sure of that. But…she had me down as her next of kin…I don't know why. I guess..."
"You don't have to try to explain, Sam. Women do strange things. Just get ready and go…she needs you."
Sam looked at Mercedes for a long moment, wondering how he had ever gotten so lucky, with this classy, beautiful woman.
He shook his head, laid a passionate kiss to her lips and whispered to her,
"I love you so much. Don't ever change."
This time, Mercedes held his gaze and said,
"And I love you, more than I thought possible."
After sharing another kiss, Sam looked for a change of clothes, while Mercedes fixed her hair and attire. Then, she reached for her torn panties to put in her purse, when a long arm shot passed her and snatched it up.
"This belongs to me," Sam said, tucking it into his back pocket. Then, "And we're definitely going to continue where we left off…just as soon as we get back."
Mercedes' eyes widened when he said 'we' and she was just about to query it, when Sam said,
"I didn't mis-speak, baby. 'We' are going to the hospital together and 'we' are coming right back here and continuing what 'we' started."
"Sam…I don't think I should go with you to the hospital. I don't know Quinn…"
"That's alright, I do…and for the record, you know me. So, let me get you one of my jackets and we're good to go."
"So bossy," she grumbled.
"But you like it!"
She giggled.
"Yes, I do. It's sexy as hell."
With a loud guffaw, Sam helped Mercedes into one of his jackets and steered her out the door.
Stay safe!