Hey there, I hope you're all doing well. This little chapter is the final installment for this story. It's not much, but it's something.
As time pan out, I'll try to write short epilogues for all the stories that need one.
I do not own Glee or the characters, neither do I own Lucky in Love.
The town of Lucky Harbor was abuzz with happiness, not to mention, the gossip and rumor mill…compliments of Lucille, was bursting with pride at what had just taken place.
The town's beloved nurse, Mercedes Jones, had just tied the proverbial knot, with none other than Mysterious Cute Guy…no longer mysterious…Sam Evans, just three months…actually, two months, three weeks and four days…after he had returned and rekindled what was blossoming between them.
The bride was resplendent in her Vera Wang A-line gown, with a daring v-neckline and detachable bows on the shoulders.
The gathered bodice, which displayed the shape of her breasts perfectly, was adorned with beaded appliques, with just a hint of metallic thread.
The natural waistline was accentuated with a grosgrain ribbon belt, with a back bow and the deep open back, showed off her flawless, soft brown skin.
Finally, the appliqued accented skirt…which hugged her curves and bottom perfectly, featured a chapel train. All in all, Mercedes looked fantastic and was complimented more times today, than her whole life in total.
Her handsome groom stood tall and proud, in his grey Armani suit, looking as if he could grace the cover of GQ magazine.
His green eyes twinkled and turned glossy the moment he saw her, but when they were saying their vows, those same green eyes held hers ransomed, silently, but intensely communicating the deep love he felt for her.
For a while, it seemed as though the entire town was taking part in the wedding ceremony, because everyone was helping…with Mrs. Garland watching everything like a hawk.
It took ten people to escort Mercedes down the aisle, starting with Mrs. Garland first, followed by Mr. Wollenski, then Lucille, then Biff, then Sheriff Sean, then Dr. Scott, then Ray, then her sister Tamara, followed by her mother Nadine Jones and finally, by her brother Jace.
And she took it all in stride, smiling appreciatively and being as graceful as ever.
Her two best friends, Santana and Quinn…her fellow chocoholics…wore matching spaghetti strap maxi dresses, the color of Sam's suit and both looked extremely beautiful.
Mark was on best man's duty, but his eyes were glued to Santana for most of the ceremony.
Quinn on the other hand, was all smiles, not only for her best friend, but because she'd finally found a place to call home…with a guy she wanted to share her life with.
Just over a month ago, she caught the eye of Dr. Scott and the two hit it off wonderfully, and were now spending lots of time together.
Currently, the wedding party was just winding down, on the grounds of the huge house Sam had leased, when he'd first come to Lucky Harbor.
Subsequently, he bought the house, and it's where he and his bride has decided to live and make new memories.
Both were at a table, where their beautiful, three-tiered wedding cake was displayed for all to see.
But the cake wasn't only beautiful, it was decorated with little mementos, reminiscent of their life thus far.
On the first tier, there was a small sign with the diner's name and a woman, clad in a nurse's uniform. Those represented the place where they met, and how she nursed him and took care of him, the night of the storm.
On the second tier, there was a sign with the word 'Auction' and a red heart beside it, signifying the night of the auction and the first time they made love.
On the top tier, there was a replica of a Shelby, a sign with the diner's name 'Eat Me', a house and a bride and groom, signifying, the day Sam left, leaving the Shelby for Mercedes, the diner where they first met and rekindled their love, the house he bought and their wedding day.
As Mercedes stood with the knife in her hand, and Sam's big hand covering hers, a tear slipped down her cheek. She wished her sister Kamara could've been here, to be part of her wedding day.
Sam, understanding immediately and ever the consummate gentleman, reached out, wiped her tear, leaned in and softly kissed her, then said,
"She's here, baby." After that, he pointed to her chest and quietly said, "Right in here."
Then, he shot her a smile and gently squeezed her fingers.
"Hey, let's see you two cut the cake," Lucille yelled.
"Yeah, and swap some spit while you're at it," Santana added, then smiled, when she saw Mark shook his head, from side to side.
Mercedes rolled her eyes, but Sam's green ones, held a mischievous glint to them.
Reading him, she widened her brown orbs and shaking her head, said,
"Babe, no." But Sam gave her a sexy lopsided smile, unnerving her, and left her stuttering. "N-no way."
"Yes way, baby. You heard Santana."
At that, he kissed her forehead and gently turned her, so that they could better cut the cake.
With a gentle squeeze of his hand again and this time, slight pressure on her fingers, he guided her to cut the cake. And while cameras were flashing, from every vantage point, he lifted her hand to his lips and took the first bite.
Next, he drew her into his arms and fed her a piece of the cake with his mouth.
The crowd went wild. And Mercedes' face heated.
"I can't wait to get you out of here," Sam whispered to her.
This time, her knees almost buckled, but he held her against him, his hand resting possessively on her magnificent behind.
Hours later, in the privacy of their home, the newly weds were deep into some intimate activities.
They were scheduled to leave for their honeymoon to Paris in just two days, but for now, that and everything else was forgotten, because, as far as they were concerned, the honeymoon had already started.
Sam had Mercedes' hands tied to the bed and her sexy, curvy, naked frame stretched length-ways on the bed.
Her brown eyes were also blindfolded, so she couldn't see what he was doing, but she felt him…boy did she feel him.
She felt his lips travel the length of her, all the way to her toes and back up to her honey-pot, where he was currently feasting, as if it was his last meal.
"Oh God…" she moaned, as Sam's tongue dipped into her soaked womanhood. "Sam…please…" she begged, but he was relentless and took his fill, bringing her to the brink and easing her back.
Just when Mercedes thought he was going to blow her mind by holding back and not letting her find her release, he withdrew his tongue and worked two fingers into her, and that did it.
A loud cry escaped her lips, and her legs began to tremble violently, but Sam kept at it, working her femininity with his long fingers, drawing moans and groans from deep inside her.
Mercedes twitched and thrashed, her fingers trying to find purchase, but alas, her hands were still tied to the bed.
Giving one last scream, her legs dropped open and she lay boneless, panting loudly, with her hair splayed all over the pillow.
She couldn't see it, but there was a huge smile on Sam's face.
He slowly prowled his way up her shaking body and laid a deep kiss on her, startling her for a brief moment.
"So sexy," he whispered. "And all mine," he ended, just as he lined himself up and swiftly entered her.
Both gasped loudly on contact, then Mercedes swore, as Sam immediately started to move deeply within her.
The sensation seemed as though it was magnified ten thousand times, because she was still blind-folded, and her arms were still bound.
But Sam took her out of her realm, as he intensely made love to her, his hips slamming into her hers forcefully.
Finally, needing to feel her hands on him, he released her, and her hands immediately went to his firm ass, pulling him into her.
And this time, when Mercedes cried out, it was so loud and so raw, the sound sent Sam over the edge, right behind her, whispering her name over and over again.
For a few minutes afterwards, both seemed as if they'd passed out, then, Sam stirred and rolled off her, pulling her loose body into his arms instantly.
After a few gentle pecks to her sweaty forehead, he asked,
"You okay, baby?" Poor Mercedes could only shake her head. "Was it too much? The blindfold…your hands bound?" he asked, a bit concerned.
"No," Mercedes said, finding her voice. "Not at all. I loved it!"
A smile blossomed on Sam's face and he drew her in tighter.
"Hmm," he said, pausing for a beat. And then, "In that case Mrs. Evans, I'd say, this has been a wonderful start to our honeymoon…and the best start to the rest of our lives."
Mercedes lifted up and a humongous smile played on her lips.
"Hmm…Mrs. Evans…I like the sound of that, Mr. Evans."
"Is that so?" Sam asked playfully and she nodded. He brought her down and tasted her lips, then kissed her nose. "Know what? I like the sound…sounds…you make, when I'm deep inside you…"
He grabbed her hand and placed it on his hardening member, making her gasp.
"Sam Evans! I swear…you're in…"
She didn't get to finish, he was on her like white on rice. And the next sound that came from her mouth, was,
"God Sam…"
Stay safe!