Hey guys thank you for being so patient. So much is happening right now, it was my niece's 24th birthday a few days ago and she passed away almost 10 years ago (2/2) so Jan and Feb are always tough months and I am working on my Novel for publication so it's taking a lot of work and my time. Life is short and I realize that every day so I just wanted to thank each and every single one of you, it's because of you all I have started writing again. I stopped writing for a while but you all have encouraged me to continued. SO thank you for the reviews and kind words.
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Sam glanced at the nickel plated Roman faucet in the tub, his head glanced up at the multiple shower heads, the stream of water fell onto the black ceramic tile and he sighed. It was a beautiful sight to see indeed.
"Am I good or am I good?" Mr. Hummel said patting himself on the back.
"Mercedes did this?"
"Yes she had the idea, and I turned it into the reality. I thought she would be here, to see the final product."
Sam sighed. "She is pretty busy." Sam shut off the water and walked out the bathroom. "Let me go grab your check."
Mr. Hummel followed Sam out. "Wasn't she supposed to come by yesterday to fix up the living room? It looks the same as it was before. I bet you can't wait to move back into here."
Sam didn't even attempt to answer him, she was staying out of his way and he out of hers and that was the way it needed to be. He sighed glancing around his place. A few weeks ago he would have killed to get back to his place and now he just wasn't so sure.
"I will walk you out, the dinner crowd just came in."
The plumber walked to the front door looking around. "This place doesn't even look the same anymore, with the new cabinet doors, the curved counter around the existing island to give you more space, to entertain. The hidden open shelving on the other side for your cookbooks was a stroke of genius, we all did a great job here but without Mercedes vision none of this would have come to pass."
"Yeah she did a great job. Thanks again." Sam said opening the door.
Mr. Hummel laughed. "I know when I am being rushed… did you and Mercedes fall out or something?"
The question caused Sam to stare at the older man. "No nothing like that she is just busy."
"That has never stopped her before. If a woman went out of her way to help me the way she helped you, I think I would find a way to thank her. Good night Sam."
"Night" Sam said with a sigh.
Sam spent the rest of the night making sure his guests were taken care of and tried his best to stop thinking about Mercedes, but she was all he could see. After he closed up the restaurant he went to spend his last night at the hotel. Walking there felt more like he was walking to his death then walking to his last night in the place he called home.
He had thought about checking out that morning, but there was a problem with the water pressure so he needed to wait and see if he could actually move back in. Sam was ten feet into the hotel when the one thing he feared became a reality. He saw mercedes standing with a group of people he didn't recognize. There was a moment in time where stood still, his eyes met hers and his breath caught in his chest, The need and desire he kept trying to deny came hurling back full force.
Mercedes nodded at him but continued to talk to the people that surrounded her. The gesture made his guy clench, but he realized that it was no more than he deserved. She has put his welfare above her own, as she always did, and he replied her by taking advantage of her and then turning his back on her.
He went to his room, jaw clenching as he could see the hurt on her should have never touched her, never kissed her, never opened himself up to her because now not only had he lost a good friend, he hurt a good woman.
Grabbing his bag from the bed, he made sure he had everything he needed and made his way to the front desk to check out. He knew she was watching him and he had to leave before he caught her eyes again, He couldn't bare to see what he did to her. As he got back into his place he placed his bag on the bed he sat down, he glanced around his place and everything in it reminded him of Mercedes. She put her stamp on his place like she did his life. And to repay her he left without a word, not thanks, no goodbye, nothing. He knew the reason he had to steer clear of her but she didn't and to a soft hearted, beautiful, generous woman like her it must have felt like a slap in the face.
Sam was gone and he didn't even bother to say goodbye to her, she thought she deserved at least that. And as soon as the retirement party ended she made her way to her room. She had gambled and lost, Sam no longer wanted anything from her. In the past she at least knew she had his friendship, and now she had nothing. She was in misery because now she only had memories of his kisses that made her body crave him and wish for something more, something deeper.
She had said there would be no regrets, she had gone after the man she loved and lost. This just settled it, the Jones curse was real.
She couldn't even enjoy her nightly bath, all she kept thinking about was how Sam was going to be enjoying his new place with the woman who was meant to be his wife. She dressed for bed in her peach lace nightie and sighed throwing her hair up into a messy bun, she was meant to be alone.
She heard the creak of the gate and glanced up just as Sam entered the courtyard. His face looked as tortured as she felt inside.
She opened the door staring at him, she wanted to tell him to leave, beg him to stay and find a way to quench the thirst she felt inside. The knot in her chest prevented her doing anything but stare at him.
"Mercedes," He said moving closer to her. He took her hand in his and frowned. "I'm a bastard for hurting you." he said feeling ashamed at his actions. "I told myself I would cut off my own arm before I hurt you, but when it came down to it, I hurt you. But you have to know that it's not you. I left because if I didn't leave, I would make love to you and hurt you even more."
Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest at his words. "What? What did you say?"
Sam moved a tendal out of her face. "I tried to fight it Mercedes, but I dream about you, I think about you all the time, how sweet your mouth tastes, your soft skin, your scent that makes me want to kiss every inch of you. Call me a bastard, slap my face, punch me kick me and tell me to never come near you again."
She stared at him, feeling joy at his words. "Sam?" She said before she pulled him to her kissing him deeply, then pulling him into a hug.
"You- you aren't mad at me?"
"Sam." She shook her head no, pulling his lips to hers again. Her tongue pushing past his lips tangling with his. Sam stopped the questions in his head and finally gave into his desires. Shutting the door he turned pushing her against it as he gathered her up in his arms. His hands ran across her silky smooth nightie and realized at that moment she had nothing on but the nightie. He knew he should pull back and gather his thoughts but with her mouth on his neck he couldn't do anything but shutter at the feel. Her hands ran down his chest as she caressed the ripples of his muscles over his shirt and she decided he didn't need it. She jerked opened his shirt as buttons popped and her mouth traced his abs before returning to his neck.
"Mercedes wait a minute."
She nipped down on his neck and he groaned as her hands ran over his chest. She tugged at his shirt as she pulled it over his head, her lips going to his neck as she kissed him below his ear. Sam hissed, he had two choices in this moment. He could either be a bystander and let her have all the fun or he could be a participant. It was a no brainer and he gathered her up in his arms and pulled her to the bedroom. He shut the door as the moon lit the room. "I want to see you."
She stood in front of him as he gently caressed her shoulders before kissing her softly as he brushed the straps off of her shoulder and the peach material fell to the ground. His breath stilled as he took her in fully appreciating her.
"Sam?" She questioned unsure of what he thought. He could hear the uncertainty in her voice and he lifted his gaze to meet hers. You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life."
It was like his words ignited the passion inside of her again and her hands went to his belt buckle. A part of him wanted to move her hands so he could undress faster, but there was something about seeing her do this just turned him on more. Her hands took to his hips as she pushed his jeans down. He stepped out of his jeans, allowing his boxers to go with them as he kicked off his shoes, the he smiled up to her, wanting her to see just what she did to him.
Her hands ran down his chest to his shaft and his own fires of passion took over. Without words he pulled her to his lap, as he sat on her bed, his mouth dancing over hers before he moved down to the two mounds his mouth watered for. His tongue twisted around the bud of her left breast as his hand ran down to her core, finding her hot and wet just for him. His finger danced around her core as a low moan left her lips followed by Sam's name. Teasing her a little more, he knew if he didn't have her soon, he would lose his mind. Scooping her up he maneuvered them on the bed so that he was on top of her beautiful naked form. As he pressed himself against her kissing her deeply he was shocked to see just how well they fit together. Somehow he always knew they would be that perfect fit.
He went back to teasing, kissing and loving Mercedes, giving her everything he somehow knew she needed and wanted. His body was aflame and he wanted her so bad that he almost pushed himself deep inside of her. But he stopped himself, staring down to the beautiful angel beneath him.
"Merce I need to know if you have ever made love before? Is this your first time?"
She looked away from him afraid her answer would scare him off, he turned her face back to his,
"Merce?"
She opened her eyes staring at him for a moment before she she nodded. "This is my first time." She said softly. It was in that moment Sam felt honored that she wanted to give him this gift, and was determined now to mess it up.
She could see the worry in his eyes and she pulled his lips down to hers, kissing him softly. "I trust you Sam, i want you."
He smiled as she seemed to always know what he was thinking at the moment. His lips brushed hers again, before he thrust his tongue between her lips deeply, bringing her into a sensual haze that seemed to encompass them both. It only took him a moment to gather her even closer to him, and making then one, slowly pushing himself inside of her, until he felt her stiffen and he knew he was close to breaking her barrier. Reaching between them, he flicked her bud, before using his thumb to bring her to orgasm while he was still inside of her, once the waves of pleasure brushed over her he thrust, using that opportunity to mask the pain and bring her even more pleasure. She cried out for a moment and he was worried until she pulled him close allowing him to become fully buried deep inside of her walls.
Removing his hand he pulled her legs around his hips and began to thrust slowly getting a rhythm together as he cupped her hips with his hand. He soon began to move faster, her cries and pleads bringing him closer to the edge, wanting nothing more than to have them arrive at their destination together. As his erratic movements brought her closer to the edge he cried out a deep growl that caused her to spasm around him sending him into his own whirlwind of pleasure as her tight balls squeezed him. As they both came down from their sexual haze he pulled her closer, burying his face into her neck, feeling her body still tremble around him. It took a long few moments but he finally rolled to his side, still holding her close. What he just experienced, was nothing like anything he had ever done before. How other times seemed like worthless memories compared to this, compared to her. It was passionate, it was sensual, it was incredibly beautiful.
His lips brushed her forehead. "Are you alright?"
He could feel her smile against his chest. "All right couldn't be farthest from the truth, that was amazing Sam, I am just so glad I waited, for you."
Sam glanced up at the sky as guilt ran through him, She waited for him, women didn't wait for just anyone. They expected the man they gave their virginity to, to be the man they were going to marry.
"Merce?"
"Huh?" He could hear it even in her voice, she was falling asleep. He needed to tell her now so she could know how he felt.
"I am so sorry, I should have stopped when I learned you were a virgin. I never intended for us to go this far.I know sorry isn't enough but I am."
Mercedes stared at him, he was apologizing for the most wonderful and beautiful experience of her life.
"I am so sorry, we shouldn't have become lovers Merce."
She smiled thinking over the word "Lovers" warmth filling her body. She snuggled closer to him, she could have said something back, but she had other things on her mind. Her hand traveled down to his shaft, amazed as how soft it was but with a few strokes it stood up tall. Even more amazed at how such a hard thing could give her so much pleasure.
"Mercedes what are you doing?"
She moved on top of him with a seductive smile. She did have a lot of time to make up for after all. "I will give you one guess.
If you did something once and you regretted it, then that was understandable, but if you regretted it at first and not after what did that mean? Sam didn't know, an by the fourth round he truly didn't care. All he knew was that he could not keep his hands off of Mercedes.
He stared down at her as she slept. She was laid on his chest with a smile across her lips. God she made him so happy to be a man but somehow he knew it couldn't last. And when this was all over he would hurt her and he hated that thought. Unable to resist he reached down and kissed her,
"Sam?"
She murmured through her eyes were still closed.
"Shhh it's okay i am still here."
He used that moment to move her gently from his chest. Laying her on her pillow,. He moved her hair out of her eyes and pulled the covers up to her. His hand caressed her back until he could tell she was sleep again. Slowly moving from the bed he quickly dressed and left her room. This time he knew better than to linger, she would pull him in for round five.
In the courtyard, he looked at his watch, it was 3:15 in the morning and he cursed at himself. He should have left sooner, hell he shouldn't have even been there. He didn't want the staff gossiping about Mercedes and he needed to find a way out before anyone knew he was there. Sam was happy to see that there wasn't anyone behind the counter and he had seen the night doorman walking away with a cigarette, what luck the man was going on a smoke break right when Sam needed it.
Sam didn't breath easily until he was a block away. He realized that he couldn't do this too Mercedes, her reputation was at stake and what would happen if people found out that he was there giving her a booty call? He couldn't have her staff talking about her. THis had to end.