Hey friends, well, I've said all on the previous update, but I have to say, it feels so nice getting to do this again. It's a holiday today and I actually get the day off. I have a ton of housework to do but it'll all be done in moderation. I'm going to take as much rest as I can today because tomorrow it will be back to the grindstone.

Thank you for your continued interest and patience. I appreciate it. I do not own Glee or the characters and I DO NOT OWN CHECKMATE.

"I really have to go," Mercedes said even as she tugged Sam down for another kiss.

"Then go," he replied, even as he wrapped his arms around her and raised her off the ground so that he could give her a proper goodbye kiss before they parted.

They'd barely managed to get an hour of sleep before his alarm went off, reminding him that he really needed to get up if he had any hopes of pulling off his plan.

And as much as he wanted to stay in bed with her and hold her for the rest of the day, he had to leave her. He had to take her father up on his offer so that he could get some time in with her brothers.

It didn't hurt that he knew that she wouldn't be too far away while he was getting in a little male bonding time with her brothers though. While he was fishing, she'd be up at the house with her brothers' girlfriends doing whatever the hell it is that they did.

Knowing that he'd be able to sneak off and steal a kiss or two brought a smile to his lips, so he headed to the shower before he did something stupid like toss his plans and lead her back to his bed.

Sam was feeling pretty proud of himself at the moment. He'd actually managed to get into the shower without giving into temptation.

Well, he may have lingered in the there for a few minutes on the off chance that Mercedes had decided to join him. She had an injured arm after all and might be in need of an extra hand or two to help soap up her incredible body. It was a sacrifice, but one he was willing to make for her.

After a few minutes however, he gave up and left the shower to get ready.

When he stepped into his room, he didn't even bother to bite back the disappointed sigh when he saw his bed empty. He'd been hoping that she'd be there, giving him the excuse that he needed to focus on her.

Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hit him, and he wanted to crawl back into bed, but without Mercedes lying in his arms, it wouldn't be the same.

A short while later, he'd just been resigning himself to spending a few hours without kissing her when he spotted her walking towards her Jeep, carrying her backpack and thermos.

Their eyes locked and a hot current shot through his body, shooting straight to his heart and stealing the air out of his lungs and before he knew it, he was making his way across their yards and pulling her into his arms.

She went willingly, more than willingly, which still stunned him considering that only a month ago she would've gone for her pliers.

He'd dated plenty of women in the past, but none of them made him feel the way that she did... Complete.

On some level she'd always made him feel that way, but after making love to her, something inside of him clicked. He didn't understand it, but he wasn't going to fight it either.

He was done fighting with her.

When this project was over, he was keeping her, deal or no deal. She belonged with him.

They were so much alike that it was a little frightening, well, to everyone else.

Years ago, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but he'd convinced himself that they were both better off without each other.

It won't be easy convincing her to take a real chance on him, but he didn't care. This morning he'd had a taste of what it could be like between them and he'd have to be out of his fucking mind to give that up.

He was still going to steal her brothers out from under her and run her out of business, but now he planned on doing it with a little more finesse. Instead of watching her business go under, he was going to step up when the time came and buy her business.

That way, she wouldn't feel like a failure and leave town. And she'd be able to spend the day working for him and her nights moaning his name in his ear.

"Tonight," Mercedes said, sounding out of breath as she pulled her lips away from Sam's. She was sitting on the jeep's bonnet where he'd put her.

"Tonight, what?" he asked in a daze as he moved in to pick up where they left off, but she had other plans.

With a teasing smile, she pulled her lips further away from him, but quickly made it up to him by wrapping her legs around his hips.

"We'll have to continue this tonight, because I really have to go now or I'm going to be late," she said, as she tried to pull her legs from around him, but he wasn't having that.

He moved his hands to her ass and kept her right where she was so that he could lean in and steal a kiss before they clarified one or two things...

"You're having dinner with me, right?" he asked, even though she really didn't have a choice in the matter.

"I usually meet my brothers for dinner on Sunday," she replied against his lips. Her hold around him tightened and he was tempted once again to say the hell with everything and take her back to bed, but he had work to do, sad, but true.

If he wanted to keep her in his bed on a permanent basis...and he did...then he was going to have to learn to prioritize.

Plan and work first and then amazing sex second.

"You're having dinner with me instead," he informed her, since she seemed to think that she had a choice. She knew she didn't, but that didn't mean that he was going to be a complete prick about it. "You can pick the place. I don't care if you're brothers are there, but you're going with me."

"And if I don't?" she asked, pulling back and looking completely amused.

For a few seconds, he considered threatening not to put out, but then he remembered who he was dealing with and decided that it would probably be best not to take a chance of her calling his bluff.

Instead, he carried her the rest of the way to his truck as he said,

"You will."

"What if I pick the most expensive restaurant in town?" Mercedes asked, tilting her head slightly to the side, studying him as she waited for his answer.

"That's fine with me, Mercy," he said, leaning in to steal a quick kiss before he carefully set her on her feet. "You can have whatever you want."

"For the deal, right?" she asked, eying him curiously as she held onto him until her feet touched the ground.

"Yes," he answered, knowing that was the only way that she would accept what was going on between them right now.

"Of course," she mumbled then looked away.

It was hard to tell in this early morning light, but Sam could've sworn that Mercedes looked a little disappointed after he'd agreed with her.

He should just let it go, especially since he couldn't risk her figuring out just how much she was coming to mean to him.

But he couldn't.

He didn't want her to think that she wasn't worth everything that he could give to her and then some.

"I would take you anyway, Mercy," he admitted, feeling like a dope.

"Why?" she asked, looking and sounding as though she couldn't understand why any sane man would happily die for the chance to put a smile on her face.

"Because you're worth it," he simply said, cupping her face as he leaned in to kiss her, but her next words gave him pause.

"Because I'm beautiful?" she asked with a touch of acid lacing her words.

He didn't even want to imagine how many times she'd heard some asshole compliment her on how beautiful she was. They probably thought that's what she wanted to hear. It wasn't. Not for a woman like her who knew that she was beautiful and didn't care.

"Yes," he said with absolutely no hesitation and when she tried to pull away from him, her expression a combination of hurt and disgust, he held onto her and continued to move in to kiss her. "But I'd take you because you're the best part of my day, baby. Always have been and always will be."

With that, Sam planted a quick kiss on her stunned lips before pulling away from her and opening the passenger side door.

"You can decide where we're going for dinner while I drive," he said, gesturing for her to climb in and she must have been a little shocked, because she did just that.

But by the time that he climbed into the truck, carrying her bag and thermos, she'd worked her way out of her stunned silence.

"I have somewhere to be," she said, taking her things as he turned the truck on.

"I know," he said with a shrug. "Buckle up."

"I can drive myself," she pointed out, only looking slightly confused now as she reached for the door handle.

"You're going to your father's, right?" he asked, throwing the truck into reverse and taking the matter out of her hands.

"I go every Sunday," she said, frowning, but buckled up all the same.

"Well, today you're going with me," he explained, taking her injured hand gently into his.

"Umm, why?" she asked, lacing her fingers with his.

"Because your father invited me."

In the next few seconds...

"What the hell are you doing, woman?" Sam demanded, as Mercedes tried to grab the steering wheel

"Sam, you need to turn around! It's a trap!" she said, desperately looking around for somewhere for him to turn the truck around.

"Relax, Mercy. It's just fishing," he said, throwing her a wink as he took a left onto Chestnut Road.

"No, Sam, you don't understand," she said, trying not to panic, but this was bad, very, very, very bad. "Only family is allowed at my dad's house on Sunday."

"Afraid they'll kill me?" he asked, teasingly.

"Yes!" she snapped, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He'd known about her father's 'family only on Sunday' rule since he was a kid.

He used to get a kick out of sneaking onto the property and tormenting the living hell out of her on most Sundays.

She'd lost count of how many times he got her butt in trouble by letting her father see him. To this day, she still couldn't figure out why her father punished her over Sam when the man knew how much she hated him.

Which brought her right back to the problem at hand...

"Sam," she said calmly, trying not to panic. "You cannot go to my father's house. Do you understand? Just bring me home and let's pretend that this never happened."

"Having a nervous breakdown, are we?" he mused, still smiling like this was all some big joke.

"Sam, my brothers hate you and my dad..."

"Is the one who invited me today," he finished for her with a shrug as if he hadn't just confirmed her suspicions.

They were going to kill him. She just knew it.

"Sam," she said, sounding a little panicked and not really caring. "You are the last person that my father would invite to the house."

"Yet, he did," Sam pointed out, sounding amused as he took a turn onto Red River Road.

She continued as if he hadn't interrupted her...

"There are no witnesses. The closest neighbor lives a mile away. There will be no one to hear your screams for help."

"Except for the women at the house," Sam said, making her frown.

"What women?" she couldn't help but ask, temporarily distracted from her mission to save his ungrateful ass.

"Your father said that if I brought anyone that she'd have to stay up at the house."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mercedes demanded before another thought occurred to her. "Why would he think that you were bringing someone along when we're supposedly dating?"

"I got the invite before we started this plan," he explained as he turned onto her father's road.

She didn't bother correcting him on the whole "we" part about who started this plan since she'd gone back into panic mode.

"I am begging you to turn around, Sam."

Sam's answer was an amused chuckle as he turned onto the long, secluded private dirt driveway that led to her father's house.

Suddenly, it reminded her of slasher films. This was crazy! Surely the man realized that he was walking into a trap.

"Sam, please turn around," she said, forcing herself to remain calm.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you'd miss me."

Mercedes opened her mouth to tell him that she wouldn't miss him, but she couldn't get the words out. She would miss the big jerk. Somehow, he'd gone from being an annoyance, an entertaining one at that, to...

Well, she really wasn't sure what he was right now since she was too busy trying to save his fine ass.

When she spotted the old oak tree that she'd once tied him to with her jump rope, she realized that if she was going to change his mind and save his obstinate behind, that she would have to do something now.

Begging, pleading and reasoning hadn't worked and she'd considered going for his nipples, but that might cause other problems like him veering off into the woods, so that left just one thing...

Unfortunately for her, she didn't have experience using that 'one thing' to get a guy to do what she wanted. But, if it stopped Sam from doing something stupid then she was just going to have to learn to do it, she decided, ignoring the little fact that the idea of seducing him appealed to her a little too much.

There was going to be hell to pay for missing fishing with her family, but she was pretty sure that spending the day in bed with her pretend boyfriend would be more than worth it.

Knowing that it was now or never, she undid her belt and shifted closer to Sam...

"What are you doing?" he asked, throwing her a curious glance as he continued to drive.

"Stop the truck, Sam, baby," she whispered as she carefully climbed onto his lap, taking the choice out of his hands.

With a putout sigh, he pulled off to the side of the dirt road and threw the truck into park.

"I appreciate your concern, Mercedes, but..."

"I want you, Sam," she said, leaning in to press a kiss against his now stunned lips. "I want you to take me home and give me a reason to stay in bed all day. Can you do that, baby?" she asked in a husky voice that she barely recognized as she teasingly kissed her way down his chin and neck.

When he tilted his head to the side and groaned softly, she knew that she had him.

Even better, she knew that she'd be spending the day in his bed.

"You're just doing this to get out of fishing," he said roughly as his hands landed on her ass and he moved in, using his face to move hers so that he could take her mouth in a quick, hard kiss that left her breathing hard and desperate for him in a way that actually scared her.

"Does it matter?" she asked softly as she pressed down against the large bulge in his pants that her trembling body screamed for.

"Not one fucking bit!" was his hoarse reply as he took her mouth again in a steamy kiss.

Have a fantastic day everyone!

Stay safe, humble and completely blessed.