Standard Disclaimer: None of this story originally Weekend in Paradise by Mia Madison, songs, or Glee situations and characters belong to me. I have to let go of spending three to five hours a day working on this fiction for all of you. I did spend lots of time with friends and family socially distanced and watched shows and played games so don't think I have had a boring vacation.

This is not the chapter you deserve, but I wanted to give you the other part of the last chapter combined with this chapter. My last update will be tomorrow, and it will be a short one. I have to do all the things that I have avoided doing all week while working on this story tomorrow. Yay me. I just want thank you all especially you readers who write fanfiction who are busy writing your own works but still take the time to support me. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. I know you all are much younger and vibrant than me and have time to do it all. I had that energy when I was in my twenties...

Now I have to let this version of these characters have a sorta conflict so we can get a resolution in the next chapter. Mercedes is just a twenty-two year old who has been estranged from her parents and never been in love, and I can't have her perfect. She gotta have flaws just like Sam has flaws. True love is loving someone flaws and all...

Chapter Six

These last days in Cancun were testing me in my limits of self control. Mercedes Jones was too much for me. She was too easy to be around and be inspired by listening to her, to bare my soul to, to share my dreams with, and too sexy for her own good and for my own peace of mind. It was killing me and my resolve to not probably ruin our growing friendship and ruin my friendship with Tina and tell her that I was ready for more.

Ready for more so quickly like I thought I was ready for marriage with Katherine after knowing her for only two months. I had to learn to slow my roll. I had to give us time in the real world to see if we could even have a relationship that is not being encouraged by the tropics, sharing a bed, and being in total synch with each other.

I knew from the morning I woke up with her moaning in my arms that first morning that I was going to pray for self control. Words couldn't describe how serene Mercedes looked when she was sleeping. I hadn't even gotten to the bed before she went into deep sleep that very first night. I admit, I was just as exhausted as she was, too, so I couldn't say anything about her nodding off so quickly.

I'm not even sure when the cuddling part happened. It just continued to happen night after night even though I tried to stay on my side of the bed. I wanted to say I did it unconsciously because I was used to cuddling against my ex. Even though she was never into cuddling, I would want to cuddle with her after sex. She only allowed it when she almost sleep saying I was too hot and sweaty after sex to be on her delicate skin.

Mercedes wasn't Katherine. She was way better than Katherine. My ex was good at taking advantage of me and good at pretending to be someone she was not. Acting was a good fit for her personality. Even though I gave Mercedes carte blanche, she would always consider me and what I wanted and my opinion before indulging herself with Tina or with me or with the four of us. She was a giver by nature. A nurturer who actually had to force herself to be pampered.

Her soul was rooted in loyalty. She was exquisite, yet she was hidden from the world like a rare jewel, all because of her devotion to her education and pursuit of her dreams.

Living at a fraternity house and working at various hospitals in Chicago had exposed me to several types of women. Women who didn't care when I said I had a girlfriend, and women like Tina who were faithful and over protective of their friends. Meeting a woman like Mercedes though had never happened to me. She had strong values and immense beauty and didn't care about money, status, or temporal things. She cared about people. Moving them with music. Her voice was exquisite. And when she sang for me the first time, I almost proposed to her wanting to keep the gifted songbird she was for my enjoyment only.

And now we were sitting on the beach with Mike and Tina. She decided today to wear the red bikini that I first became entranced with the shape of her.

My mouth watered looking at her. I tried to avoid looking at her during the massage even though I had to think of my Grandmother Sandy to keep from getting an erection while listening to her delightful groans and moans. And now three days later, God thought I could handle even more temptation.. I guess I should be thanking Him for the sunglasses I had on were so dark that Mercedes wouldn't know how lustful I could be when laying for hours near her and her curvy shape. Her breasts were fully out on display, and I'd never seen such a charming pair in my life.

And her hair? Man, It was long, thick, curly… It took so well to the hot, balmy Caribbean. She let it flow also. No hours of tinkering with a flat iron or fighting against the humidity like Mike complained that Tina had been doing. She looked like a delicious island treat. I wanted to sink my teeth in her so bad. I caught other men looking at her, and became pissed. They had their own women, why look at mine?

Well, she wasn't mine. But she was mine for the next 24 hours.

One of the resort staff came up tous with a camera asking if we would like some souvenir photos taken along the Maroma Beach Riviera.

We agreed and took ten pictures some as a group, some as a couple, some with just the girls, and some with just the guys.

When it was time for us to take our pictures as a couple. I thought back to the questions she was asking me earlier about if I had been having crazy dreams like she had been every night since coming there. As her small frame curled up against mine, I got flashbacks of holding her. Inhaling her sweet scent as I heard her soft moans and felt her warm body against mine felt amazing. I was turned on, yet completely comfortable with her in my arms. Like we fit perfectly.

The photographer sent the images on our phone for us to approve and pay for like they did on cruise ships. The last photo I saw of us made me desperate to kiss her. She had looked up to me like I was her sunshine like she loved me.

"I've got a headache," I announced when I just couldn't take it any more and began remembering the things we had gotten up to in my dreams when she had looked like that at me. "I'm going to the room to lay down and take something."

"I'll go with you?" She volunteered.

When I shook my head and told her it wasn't necessary, she pouted slightly, her brown eyes pleaded for me not to leave without her. I leaned forward and kissed her nose, which was cute as a button. I was finding her nose cute, I needed help and distance before I screwed everything up.

"No, no, love. Enjoy the beach. You would be miserable in a dark quiet room listening to me snore when you could be enjoying the last day of sunshine, sand, and beautiful waves of water that we won't be seeing when we fly back home tomorrow."

She looked sad to let me leave, but nodded in understanding.

I made my way back to the resort in just enough time to keep my body under control.

I wanted Mercedes. I wanted to be inside Mercedes, and there was nothing friendly, polite, or acceptable about that if I would only be using her to satisfy a need and not be willing to be in a relationship with her. She was a princess and didn't deserve a booty call. I knew this. Tina knew this. And I was going to have to be vigilant and keep my needs to myself.

Mercedes Jones Journal

Last full day in Cancun

Today was the most wonderful, romantic, beauteous day ever! It started with a romantic breakfast in bed. Sam had all of my favorites from our week together brought up to the room.

Then we went to the Dolphin Discovery Playa del Carmen Maroma where we got to swim with the dolphins.

After that we joined Mike and Tina on the beach and just chilled not worrying about having to do anything else. I reveled in being completely lazy without a care in the world.

I know, I know. I shouldn't be so hyped up about anything that's happened on this trip. But I was finally able to let go and have the time of my life since being here.

There was one not so good thing about today. Sam got a headache and had to go back to the room.

After leaving me on the beach for his headache, Mike, Tina, and I relaxed for a while longer. I loved the way my skin drank in the sun. Tina and I both were able to soak up the sun a lot longer than Mike who spent most of his year in hospitals and indoors studying.

"Damn sun," he muttered only an hour after Sam had left.

I think that Tina got him back to their room in time to give him a cooling bath and prevent sunburn.

I stopped by the room to shower and change and have a late lunch with Sam if he was feeling better. As soon as I got in the room, I saw Sam on his laptop. He said he was feeling better and he wanted to take me to the observatory that night to look at the stars and then join Tina and Mike for dinner and dancing on our last night in Cancun.

We spent some time looking at all the pictures we had taken today. The ones that the resort photographer had sent us had us looking like two young fools in love. Even the pictures that Sam had taken of me when we were with the dolphins and no longer had to act like a couple showed me looking like Sam as if he hung the moon, and him looking at me like I was the only girl in the world.

"You're really beautiful, love." He said after looking at the last picture of me that Tina had taken after he had left and came back to our room, and the words sent a deep flush to my soul. This gorgeous and generous man thought that I was beautiful. He didn't have to say it, so I am sure he meant it.

The Last Night in Cancun

That night, there was a couples dance at the resort club. I guess that was what Sam had meant by dancing. I had surprisingly enjoyed the observatory. Sam made astronomy and looking at the stars educational and romantic. We walked hand in hand to and from the observatory and then met Tina and Mike for our final meal together in Cancun.

I wasn't much of a partier, but I agreed to go to the couples dance with them.

"There's nothing wrong with a bit of drinks and dancing, is there?" He asked. "Besides, I promise to be on my best behavior. If I get too close you can push me back."

I once again felt flustered by his teasing of me. I was getting more and more comfortable with him. Holding hands and kisses on the cheek, the nose, and the forehead were actually feeding my femininity, making me feel cherished and womanly.

The protective way he grabbed my hand and led me where he wanted us to go on the social distanced dance floor also felt so good at this point. I looked forward to entering or leaving somewhere, because I knew it meant he would be able to touch me.

Ed Sheeran's "The Shape of You" began to play on the dance floor. The DJ pushed the tempo up a little, and we picked up the pace to move with each other.

"Come and put that body on me," Sam sang to me.

He sang the lyrics to me. "I'm in love with your body…"

Maybe it was a combination of me having my limit of two drinks, the chemistry, and the connection we were building, but this song felt like it was written for us.

I was falling for Sam, he was wrapped around me, and we were at one of the sexiest resort on Earth.

I pushed my hips back, rubbing my generous ass from side to side on Sam's cock. It was thick, at least from what I could tell, and it was totally ready for me. I'm sure I could handle it, even though I never had sex, I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs.

"Baby," I said, feeling the liquid courage in my veins. "Let's go back to the room."

I looked at him, and pursed my lips. He leaned down, offering me his cheek, but I adjusted his chin and went straight for his lips.

Our first real kiss. On the dance floor. To Edward Sheehan, as he spelled out exactly how I felt. Nothing could describe the magnificence.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and felt his arms grab my hips. One hand slid down as he groaned into my mouth. As we merged our bodies, passionately pushing skin against skin, I realized a feeling I hadn't felt ever. A feeling of completeness.

Our kiss was long, ravenous, slow, and erotic enough to make me hysterical. When we pulled away, my eyes were no longer innocent. They were intentional, lustful, and desirous.

I wanted Sam to go back to the room with me. I wanted him to peel off this thin ass halter dress and this backless bra. I wanted to pour honey on these luscious nipples of mine, awakened by his presence, and experience him nurse them to life while wet magic poured between my thighs.

It was as if my body knew that tonight would be my last chance to be with him. Once I got back home, there'd be nothing to hold on to. I wanted to give myself to him, I wanted to make him feel my need for something wild, different, erotic… and completely unforgettable.

But my desires weren't his.

As the music changed, and something more erotic and sensuous came on, we slowed down. He pulled me back into a dance, and looked into my eyes, his smile flirty and adorable.

"Baby…?" I pushed, wanting nothing more to do with this dance floor, and these people who didn't need to see my lust.

"Love," he whispered in my ear as we danced slow under the moonlight and stars. "You're sweet as sugar from your earlobes to your back."

I moaned.

Oh hell!

"But you and I already know this wouldn't be good. We can't go past the boundaries we've set for this weekend. I want you… trust me I really do."

"We're in Mexico, honey. Mexico! Everyone around is giving in to their desires. We're grown. I'm grown…"

He looked at me, and I could see the desire and fear in his eyes. "Darling, I have been imagining and dreaming of you in a million different positions and taking me in a million different ways. But I made a promise to your best friend, and to my best friend. I would protect you, treat you like a lady, and give you the relaxation you needed. I want you… I do, but I can't take advantage of you in this state knowing that I can't give you anything else."

The boiling sting of rejection could barely be assuaged by the soft way he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. By that time I'd stopped dancing and simply looked at the floor.

He held my hand out, offering to continue dancing, and I held mine back and shook my head.

"I'm going to get another drink," I said with disappointment. "See you back in the room."

I walked off without looking back.

If all he would do is dance, grind, flirt, rub, and tease up on me - knowing I wanted more than he would ever offer - I needed to accept the tough truth now and adjust immediately.

We only had 12 hours left in Cancun.

I'm not going back to that room anytime soon. Maybe after he falls asleep of course, I thought.

There was no way in hell I would face him again tonight if I didn't have to.

The loud crash as the door slammed was loud enough to wake the dead.

"Ouch!" I said not even trying to be quiet..

"Mercedes, what the hell is going on? Are you drunk?"

"I didn't have too much to drink. I only had three, four, or maybe five glasses of alcohol.

I giggled into a fit of laughter, lost my balance, and fell on the couch, narrowly missing the sharp corner of the nightstand.

I think hurting myself was sobering me up because I could tell that Sam was terrified by the look on his face.

I remembered Sam helping me get up and leading me to the bathroom.

"Love, we've got to get you into the shower," Sam said. "Your clothes are damp, and you're sticky. You're not getting in bed like this."

He helped me into the shower. Was a gentleman about helping me into a shirt and wrapping my hair in my silk scarf, something I guess he had seen me do enough of that he did an okay job with it.

"Thank you." I told him as I crawled into bed with him after going back to brush my teeth. You can move the daughter out of a dentist's home, but you can't take good dental practices out of her routine.

"You're welcome." He said before turning around and staying on his side of the bed for the first time.

"Sam," I called his name after several minutes of looking at him with his eyes closed.

"Yes?"

"Are you mad at me? Are you still awake?"

"No. Yes." He said not going into details.

"I can't sleep." I curled up under him and breathed in melodramatic despair. "I just don't want you to have any nightmares…You can't move. You have to stay here all night. I'm going to hold onto you so you feel safe. Is that okay?"

"Fine but I think you mean so that you don't have nightmares not me."

"Thanks Sam."

"No problem."

"Night, love."

Sam could have had Tina and Mike who had walked me to the room deal with my hot drunken state, he could have slept on the couch to avoid me, and he could have lectured me about drinking too much alcohol. He could have been a dick and taken advantage of me in my drunken state. But no when I wasn't the perfect princess, Sam took care of me and was my friend.

I realized then that Tina had been right. I was falling helplessly and hopelessly in love with Sam Evans...