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Only the epilogue left...
SAM
A few blocks from where Mercedes was staying, I stumbled upon an old red caboose that was turned into a diner.
Smiling to myself, I decided to go in and grab a cup of coffee.
I'd traveled all morning and then walked the beach for hours waiting to hear back from Mercedes. So some caffeine was definitely in order, if I was going to have the stamina to go at it as hard as I planned to, when I finally got my woman back in my arms.
"I'll have a large, black coffee," I said to the waitress as I slid into the booth.
The entire inside of the restaurant was retrofitted to function as a diner, yet much of the original interior of the railroad car was intact.
I was sitting in an actual train seat when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Seeing Mercedes' name on my screen made my entire body instantly jumpstart back to life.
I quickly swiped to open and was surprised to find it wasn't a text at all.
It was a picture.
Pictures, actually.
Very unexpected ones.
My dick twitched as I looked at a picture of her gorgeous tits, a picture of her sexy legs, and a picture of her very delectable ass.
The three shots were similar to our first text exchange...the photos she had left behind on my phone when she had stormed out of my office.
Only I could see these photos were taken recently from the barely there tan lines that now marked her skin.
And, of course, her middle finger that was flipping me off between her cleavage that first time, was noticeably absent from the new photos.
I immediately saved the pictures to my iPhone and texted back immediately.
Sam: Where are you? Those are my tits, legs, and ass. And I'm coming to get them.
As I sat inside the diner waiting for her response, I got a sense of déjà vu.
That guy walking the goat today was absolutely right.
Here I was, sitting in a train car, looking at pictures of the tits, legs and ass of a woman who drove me nuts.
Again.
But there were no coincidences in life.
This journey we took, however fucked up of a turn it made, was meant to happen for us.
Finally, she responded...
Mercedes: I'm out with Quinn. I won't be back for a few hours.
I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. I needed to see her now.
If that wasn't physically possible, I at least needed to know for sure that we were on the same page.
Sam: Tell me I'm right. I can't wait any longer. You didn't cheat, and you did this for me and Madison?
The wait as she texted back was agonizing.
Mercedes: You're right. I asked Marcus to pretend to be with me. He's Noah's cousin. I would've never cheated on you. I just...couldn't.
Sam: You should've talked to me.
Mercedes: I know that now. It was stupid.
Sam: It was, and I'm going to put you over my lap and spank your ass as punishment later.
Mercedes: Promise?
Sam: I want to promise you lots of things, sweetheart. But I'd prefer to do that in person. What time will you be back?
Mercedes: I'm not sure. I'll text you when I get back to the condo. Where are you?
Sam: A few blocks away, sitting on a train.
Mercedes: A train?
Sam: Don't worry. It's immobile. I'm not going anywhere without you.
Mercedes: Promise?
Sam: Nothing will keep me from you, Mercedes.
I sat in that train for more than two hours waiting.
Just waiting...
Mercedes had said she would text me when she arrived back at the condo. But my patience was dwindling.
Unable to sit still any longer, I walked the boardwalk until my phone finally buzzed.
Mercedes: I'm back.
Sam: On my way.
Quinn's brother's condo was on the sixth floor. Unit 6G.
Inside, I walked over and pushed the button for the elevator and waited impatiently.
The light above the doors slowly illuminated each number as it climbed the floors. But the damn thing was crawling and still needed to make its way back down.
I couldn't wait that long.
Finding the door to the stairs, I started up the first of six flights.
By the third set, I should've been starting to slow down, but instead, I began to take them two at a time.
My heart was beating out of my chest, yet I wasn't even slightly winded.
All of my focus was on Mercedes.
I needed to get to her.
At the start of the sixth flight, I full-on ran the rest of the way up.
And when I reached her floor, I flung open the hall door and continued to sprint down the hall.
Sheer adrenaline was pumping through my veins when I arrived in front of Unit 6G.
I tried to take a deep, calming breath, but it was impossible to relax.
My chest heaved up and down. But I need to see her.
Badly.
I knocked and waited.
When it finally opened, I froze for a moment.
Mercedes...
God, she was fucking incredible.
She was standing at the door wearing only a hot pink bra and lace panties, and her tips were dyed hot pink to match.
Never in my life had I seen such beauty.
And she was all mine.
I stood there for a full minute, just taking Mercedes in. Then, I finally spoke.
"What does hot pink mean?"
She looked me in the eyes.
"Love. It means I'm in love."
My eyes closed. And for a second, I thought I might pass out right there at the threshold and cry.
I was so fucking happy, my emotions needed an outlet.
"I'm afraid to come in."
"Why?"
Her face momentarily dropped.
"Because there's so much I want to do to you, so much I feel right now, I'm afraid I won't be gentle."
Her breath hitched.
"I don't want you to be gentle, Sam. I want you to be you. A bossy, stuck-up ass with an unexpectedly sweet side. A dad that is going to love his daughter unconditionally no matter what, and never leave her behind. And a dominant partner in bed who sometimes needs it a little rough. I want all of you, Sam."
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
"Oh, you're going to get it all, alright. My mouth, my hand, my fingers, my body...and my dick."
Taking her into my arms, I kissed her with everything I had.
And between kisses, she apologized over and over again.
"I'm sorry for what I did. I thought I was doing the right thing."
"I know you did. Just promise me you'll never push me away again, baby."
"I promise."
I surprised her by lifting her off her feet and cradling her in my arms.
"Since you answered the door in that outfit, I'm guessing Quinn isn't here."
"She has family in Hermosa Beach. She's staying at a cousin's for the night."
"Remind me to send her a thank you gift. Perhaps a car."
I began walking down a hallway looking for a bedroom. When I set Mercedes down on the edge of the mattress, I realized that her foot was bandaged.
"What happened here?"
"I fixed my tattoo."
"The feather one?"
Had she changed the one I had replicated on my chest?
God, I hope not.
"Yes, the exact one."
She leaned down to the dressing and slowly peeled part of it back. And I held my breath until I realized she hadn't changed the tattoo, she had added to it.
Just as I had done, there was a name scripted above the feather.
Sam.
Having no words, I leaned in and kissed her.
When we came up for air, she pointed her eyes back down at her foot for me to follow.
"Don't you want to see the rest of the changes I made?"
I squinted my eyes.
"More ink?"
"Uh-huh. Go ahead, take it off."
She...woman I love...bit her bottom lip and lifted her shapely leg up.
And if there was any doubt in my mind that she was the perfect woman for me, seeing what she had done would've erased every last shred of it.
I stared down, emotions choking me up.
"I don't know what to say. It's beautiful."
Written in the same script as my name above the feather, was Madison, beneath it.
"I love you, Sam. And your daughter, too. I know it's early, and we need to go slow, but I want to be part of her life. I want to be involved. You were right. Just because of how things worked out with my own father, doesn't mean it can't work out for us. I want to pick Madison up from dance classes and burn cookies with her on weekends. I want to watch her grow up and learn from her incredible father. I don't just love you, Sam…" I caught a tear as it fell down her check. "I love Madison, too."
Hearing those words, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
This beautiful woman loves me and my daughter. It was the first time since I was a child that I felt like I had a real family again.
"I came in here with so much pent up emotions that I was nervous I wouldn't be gentle with you. But somehow, you softened me, baby. I love you, too, gorgeous...more than anything. I'm in better control now, although I still need to be inside of you. So tell me..." I began to strip out of my clothes. "Do you want me to make love to you now and screw you hard later. Or screw you hard now and save sweet for seconds?"
She didn't answer right away. But I made quick work shedding my clothes. And as I hooked my fingers into my boxers, I stopped and looked to her for an answer.
"What's it going to be, Mercedes?" I pulled down my boxer briefs, revealing I was fully ready for her, whatever choice she made.
She licked her lips.
"Hard first. Sweet second."
"Good choice."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed like a sexy siren calling me to my doom.
What a way to go...
I prowled my way to her, removed her panties and felt the wetness already between her legs before I lifted her.
"Wrap your legs around me, baby."
She complied immediately.
Then I moved us to the wall, pinned her back against it, and wasted no time lifting her onto my shaft.
"Fuuuck!"
I let out a groan as I pulled her down onto me.
It was amazing that it had only been less than two weeks since the last time I was inside of her. But the way that I longed for this, made it feel like an eternity that we were apart.
I tried to go slow at first, making sure her body was ready for me. But when she moaned and told me she loved me and loved me deep inside of her, all bets were off.
I pounded into Mercedes hard and fast. And at one point, I was worried that I was hurting her because of the sound of her body slamming repeatedly against the wall.
But when I tried to go easier, she begged for me to go even harder.
And there was nothing better than hearing the woman you loved telling you that she loved your dick and wanted it harder.
So I did...with every effort to please her.
With a slight shift in our positions, I lifted her thick pretty legs and braced them with my own so that my palms were flat against the wall.
Then I planted my legs, widening my stance, and took her like the animal I was.
After what seemed like hours, we both came long and hard, yelling out as we released together at the same time.
I was sure the neighbors had to have heard. But whatever, I wanted them to hear. I wanted the whole fucking world to know what this woman did to me.
I mumbled against her lips, sweat coating both our skins,
"I fucking love you, Mercedes Jones."
"I love you, too, Suit. I think I fell in love with you before I even met you face to face."
I smirked.
"It must've been my incredible charm over text."
"Actually, you were pretty much an asshole. But it was the pictures you kept on your phone, that made me realize that there was a beautiful man underneath that heart of steel."
"Speaking of pictures...I like the ones that I received this morning much better than the ones that were there before we met."
I smiled mischievously.
"Hmmm...maybe I should make daily snapshots like that part of the restitution you owe me for the grief you've put me through."
"I can do that. You're easy," she said, smiling.
"I didn't say that was all your restitution, baby."
"Let me guess, you'll take additional payment in the form of blowjobs?"
"That sounds like a start."
Her eyebrows jumped.
"A start? How long will I be indebted to you to make amends exactly?"
I cupped her cheeks.
"I'd say sixty should do it."
"Sixty days? I think I can handle that."
"Years, Mercedes. I expect sexy snapshots and blowjobs for the next sixty years."
Her face turned serious.
"There's nothing I would like more, Sam Evans."
"Good. Because you really didn't have a choice in the matter. This was the first and last time you'll ever leave me."
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