This took me a lot longer because I was self-conscious all of a sudden. I hope you guys like it. I love it so much that you read and review this, thank you so much!
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Mercedes sits on the couch as Sam gets her a glass of water in the kitchen. She is fidgeting with her dress again as she tries to get her mind together. She now knows Quinn isn't home, she is away to get some stuff with Sam's truck. Rookie mistake.
When she hears Sam come back she straightens her back and just tries to come over as confident. He gives her the glass and then sits opposite of her in a chair. Without saying a word he stares at her as she inspects the floor thoroughly. He clears his throat and she looks up.
"Why did you came Mercedes?" She puts the glass down on the table before she drops it to the floor. Her hands are shaking as she sits back on the couch fully. Sam notices it and acts before he thinks. He sits beside her and holds one of her hands.
She abruptly stands up. "What do you think you're doing?" In shock, Sam stands up as well. He is confused by the whole ordeal. "I didn't come for you. I came to see Quinn, but she obviously isn't here so I will be going."
She wants to walk past Sam, but he stops her. She stands back and folds her arms in front of her chest as she pops a hip out. Sam tries not to smile at the cute temper tantrum she is having in her head.
"Maybe I can help?" Her brows shoot up at that question. How dare he?
"Like you helped the last time? No, thank you." She bumps her shoulder into his to get past him. When she finally does his hand grabs hers as he turns around. He pulls her into him and wraps her in his embrace.
Her anger subsides as shock takes over. She can't believe what is happening. She feels his head on her hair while his hands soothe her back. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply, exhaling a sigh.
She can hear his heartbeat and it makes her feel things she doesn't want to, that she can't feel. She looks up at him when she thinks she doesn't hear him right. "What?" She whispers.
"I am sorry." He whispers back as she watches his face. His eyes are closed and she can see a stray tear falling from one of them. Her heart breaks and she wipes it away as he slowly opens his eyes.
The caress of her hand makes him weak and he puts his head more into the touch. She smiles a sad smile at him and he tightens his grip. He can feel her breath hitch and her lips part a little. Sadness makes way for lust and he looks at her lips.
She involuntarily licks them and his eyes darken. She puts both hands on his chest and looks down. He feels his heart sink at the thought she doesn't want the same. His hand goes under her chin so he can look at her again.
"Don't." She whispers as her head aligns with his.
"Why not?" He whispers back as he guides her face closer to his, still fixated on her full lips. She opens her eyes and he sees that she is about to cry. Her quiet sob makes him ache to hold her close and tell her everything is going to be okay.
"Because I can't." She pushes against his chest and puts a little distance between them. She stretches her arm all the way and then drops it. She doesn't have the stomach to look at him, so she turns around and walks towards the door.
Two strong arms surround her waist and she is forced to stop. She can feel his breath in her neck and her knees get weak. "You've hurt me." She whispers.
"I know." He whispers back while his lips ghost over her delicate flesh. He can feel her shiver at his touch. His hands caress her soft belly as his fingers spread out on it.
"You have hurt my trust, I trusted you, Sam!" She says a little louder. He puts his head on her shoulder, he feels ashamed of hurting her the way he did. "You shouted at me. You humiliated me. You broke my heart." She is full-on crying now and anger seeps through her as she turns around, breaking their intimate hug.
Their abrupt separation startles him and he looks at her face. Her mascara is running down her face with the tears and he can see her lower lip quiver. Her confession shakes him to the core and he steps forward, but she steps back.
"You made a fool out of me and I was stupid enough to trust you enough to help me that I almost lost my best friend over it. Saying sorry is one thing, but you need to show me how sorry you are."
She didn't mean what he does next. He closes the gap between them and kisses her, his hands on her back as her hands automatically go into his hair. Without any effort, he enters her mouth and caresses her tongue with his own.
She moans and pulls him even closer, tugging hard at his hair. Anger mixes with desire and she caves in as his hands cup her ass. With one sweep she is off her feet and her legs wrap around his torso.
Her arms envelop his neck and he groans as she bucks her hips at his hard-on. He puts her against the wall and they separate their lips. He latches onto her neck while she closes her eyes. She moans loudly when he sucks hard at her skin.
Her hips have a mind of their own and they grind against him as hard and as fast as she can. He joins her in her rhythm and one of his hands goes from her behind to one of her breasts. Her daze begins to subside and she takes in her surroundings.
"Stop." She whispers as Sam takes it up a notch. She pushes against his shoulders, but he doesn't get the clue. She is having a hard time concentrating. "Sam stop!" She says louder and he backs his head away, looking confused.
He puts her down, although she is still trapped in between him and the wall. He looks at her as she inspects him. His face is colored and his lips are swollen, his hair is a mess and he is breathing heavily just like her.
She doesn't look that composed either. Her lips are swollen as well and her cheeks are red, her dress is wrinkled and her pupils are dilated. Her hands are on his chest as his are on her hips. Their breathing slows down a little.
"We can't do this." He looks puzzled at her. She feels her face heat for a whole other reason.
"Why not? It didn't feel wrong." He licks his lips at his own statement and her gaze shoots to his beautiful pouty lips.
"Sam?"
"I know. I need to prove myself. Then let me." He lowers his face and she pushes him a little at his chest as she tries not to smile.
"That isn't what I meant." He laughs at her and leans with one hand against the wall behind her.
"I know, I had to try right?" With her gaze, she looks at him like she could kill him right now and he swallows audibly. "Okay, I am sorry. If you want me to prove myself I get that. I just have to say something."
Mercedes looks at his face to try and read his mind. Where is this going? "Ookay?" She drags out the word.
He clears his throat and tries to get his courage together. "I care a lot about you Cedes. I missed you so much and I hate myself for doing what I did to you. I want to apologize in every way I can to you if you still have me."
Her eyes tear up and she feels her heart melt for the man. "Prove that I can trust you, Sam."
"Tell me how and I'll do it." They watch each other for another minute before she answers.
"This…" She points between them. "This never happened okay? If Quinn finds out she will kill me, rightfully so. If she finds out I know for sure that I can't trust you." She stiffens her spine and looks at him without any emotion on her face.
His eyes follow her body and he needs to think about it. "Never?" At that, she slaps him on the arm. "Okay, fine. But don't come running when you want some white chocolate."
She laughs out loud and it is the most beautiful thing Sam has ever heard. Their explosion of emotions was the one thing they needed.
"Whatever white boy." She teases and he surprises her again as he pecks her lips softly. She closes her eyes instantly and when he draws back he has a shit-eating grin on his face. She shakes her head while smiling.
"I am serious Sam." She says, but not with the confidence she wanted to. Damn it Cedes.
"He keeps smiling at her as he grips her hips tighter. "I know." He whispers while his lips go to her ear and she shivers.
His large hands massage her hips while his body comes closer to hers once again. She warns him with a look but he ignores it as he brushes his lips to hers and he slightly groans.
"Sam?" Why am I begging? She scowls at herself in her head as she feels his hands slide around her.
"Yes, baby?" He whispers and he kisses behind her ear, making her shudder in anticipation. His manhood now pressing against her and it makes her forget everything.
"Sam, please don't. I am begging you. Prove me wrong first okay?" At that, he looks at her face and kisses her sweetly on her cheek.
"I will wait as long as you want me to." He kisses her nose and she chuckles.
Quinn and Sam's parents have invited Mercedes to dinner after she and Quinn had talked. Mercedes just wanted to know if Quinn hates her and Quinn was baffled, so all she could do was hug her old-time friend.
Their friendship means so much to her and she told Mercedes that. Quinn missed her and frankly so did Mercedes. They talked about Noah and how it looked as Quinn laughed until she cried.
Now they are eating and chatting. Even Sam is having a good time as he watches Mercedes's every move. Ever since they had their rendezvous he can't stop thinking about her lips, her skin, her moans. He shifts in his chair and Mercedes notices.
With red cheeks, he excuses himself and goes into the cellar to get another bottle of wine. Without him knowing Mercedes walks after him, telling the table full of people that she needs to go to the bedroom.
"You need to stop looking at me like that." She startles him and he almost drops the wine. He grabs his chest in shock.
"What? How?" That is all he can say as she steps into his personal space. Her face is all serious and he feels a cold shiver going down his spine.
"Stop looking at me like you want to eat me, Sam Evans. Your parents and sister are there and we agreed not to do this again." His mind is brought back to what they did and he can't do anything about the smile that comes on his face.
"Why did we agree to that again?" He says while pulling her into his firm body. She sighs and throws her head.
"I can't with you." She whines and he takes the opportunity to softly kiss her exposed neck. Her moan making him even more turned on than he already was.
He licks her neck and bites it gently. Her hands are on his firm biceps as she enjoys his tongue on her skin way too much.
"So what was the reason we can't do this again?" He asks again as his tongue slips over her earlobe and he can hear her breath hitch.
"Sam, please…" Begging again? Her eyes roll in the back of her head as she feels her body react to his teasing and playful mouth going over her now hot skin.
"Please what?" He breathes as his hands get busy as well and squeeze her behind.
"Sam we can't…" She tries to say, but it comes out in a moan. Sam stops kissing her and looks at her, his lips slightly pouting at her words.
"You keep telling me that, but I can't find one single reason." He says before attacking her lips with his own. He groans as he grows tight in his pants.
She loses herself in his kisses and touches, she feels her armor resolve faster than snow does on a warm summer day. "Because Quinn made me." She says breathy and he stops immediately.
"What?" He looks at her with a confused face with a hint of anger.
Her eyes go wide and the bubble bursts between them. "Uhm…" That is all she can say as she tries to come up with an excuse.
"She made you? What does that even mean?" His voice is harsh and she winces at the tone of it. She doesn't know what to say, but he brings her head up and he looks at her. "Mercedes?"
She panics and bites her lip, she can't say anything about that. "I… Uhm…"
Sam's anger goes up a notch at the nervousness of Mercedes. He is probably going to kill his sister. "Tell me!" He says loudly and grabs her upper arms.
Mercedes is afraid that if she tells him he might actually kill Quinn. "Nothing." She whispers.
He pushes her back against one of the walls in the cellar and she feels the cold concrete against her back. "Tell me now Mercedes or I swear…"
"Or what? Are you kidding me?" Her fear is gone and she is more than angry right now. How could he talk to her like that? "I don't owe you an explanation. If you wanna know then fucking ask your sister."
He feels the shift in her demeanor and it makes his anger worse. "Well, maybe I should then because you don't trust me enough to tell me." He almost shouts.
"Why don't you do that and then she can also tell you that she doesn't trust me so she made me promise. And look where I am now!" She half sobs, finally realizing that she betrayed the promise she made to Quinn.
Sam is shocked. "She made you promise?" He says softly to her, his anger long forgotten. He steps closer and envelops her in a tight hug.
"Yes." She sobs against his chest as she feels calmer now in his embrace. She closes her eyes and focuses on the beating of his heart.
"I am sorry Cedes. I wish you hadn't promised, but I will honor and respect that promise okay?" She nods against his chest as she quietly continues to cry.
"Why don't you go back upstairs and I will join you shortly?" He pushes her away a little so he can look at her. With his thumb, he brushes over her now wet skin. She closes her eyes at the sweet gesture.
He kisses her sweetly on the cheek and then leads her to the door and out of the cellar. He is still watching her as her hips sway on the stairs. He is going to kill Quinn!
So what do you think? Is Sam going to kill Quinn? And how is Quinn going to react? Was this just a one-time thing between Mercedes and Sam or is there more than meets the eye? Let me know what you want to read next.
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