Mercedes rolled over, needing to feel more of the warmth surrounding her, and she couldn't help nustling up as much as she could before she felt something poking her stomach. She absentmindedly moved her hand down to grab it before hearing a groan; she did it again, smiling when she heard the groan again.

Sam pulled her closer to him, both laying on their sides, both half asleep, half awake, and both in need. His face buried into her neck as he began to grind against her, wrapping her leg against his hip.

Mercedes moaned, gripping his back, loving the feel of him against her, hitting her right where she needed it, moving against him.

Sam grunted as he laid her on her back, raising her leg as she spread her thighs wider, grinding harder against her. "Yes!" She hissed in her sleep-hazed mind. "More."

Sam needed more too. This was the most realistic dream he had had in a while, and he needed to be inside of Mercedes now. As much as she annoyed him, she turned him on too.

"Take off your shorts." He hissed, removing his, and she complied. He kissed a trail down her neck as he pushed himself fully inside of her. "Oh Fuck!" He moaned out

Mercedes arched up as he thrust inside of her and dug into his back with her nails.

Sam's eyes opened wide as he felt the pain from her nails; he lifted his head and stared down at her as she stared back at him, both realizing what was happening.

Mercedes knew she should have pushed him off of her, jumped out of the bed, and called him a man whore, but this was something she hadn't ever felt. He fit her perfectly, and she needed everything.

And Sam knew he should pull out, he didn't need to complicate this anymore, but he had never felt a more perfect place to be inside of her. She was so hot and tight, and he knew he could get lost inside of her for hours.

Neither knew who started moving first, but neither stopped the other, Sam groaned as he moved faster, and Mercedes gave into everything. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her and kissing him hungrily.

Passion surrounded them as Sam flipped them over, so she was on top of him. His hands grabbed her hips as she rode him slowly at first, and soon, she was bouncing hard and fast. The room was filled with sounds of pleasure from both Sam and Mercedes.

Sam's finger went to her clit, strumming it as she bounced, pushing her to her orgasm, causing her to convulse over him, screaming out and gripping his shoulders.

Chasing his own orgasm, he sat up, moving them to the edge of the bed, thrusting up inside of her over and over, bringing her towards her second orgasm as his first hit. Releasing everything he had into her, she bit down on his shoulder cumming harder than the first time, body shaking and arms tightly around his neck.

As they both came down from their high, breathing came back to normal, still in each other's arms. Sam looked at Mercedes; she was stunning, even after all that, and started to say as much when he noticed a red fleck near her forehead. He quickly rolled them off of the bed, ensuring that he landed on the bottom before pushing underneath the bed as several bullets hit the window, causing it to shatter.

Mercedes was in shock for a moment. One minute she's staring into Sam's eyes, trying to find the words to tell him how amazing that was, and the next, they were on the ground. Sam pulled her under the bed and covered her as more bullets rang out. She screamed, lowering her head.

Sam counted the shots before realizing it wasn't the cartel's work or the Tres; they would've come inside and killed her. This was a sharpshooter. He wasn't entirely sure how they'd found them that quickly, but he was certain that he'd officially fucked up. His guard was down; he allowed himself after only twenty-four hours to get carried away with a witness… he was worse than Puck. At least he would've kept her safe longer than a day; he saw her scared face and knew that he needed to turn her over to another agent if he wanted to get this case resolved.

The bullets stopped coming after two minutes, and he knew they only had ten to get the hell out of there, so as soon as they stopped, he pulled Mercedes from underneath the bed.

"Listen to me, we have to get out of here." He said, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her tightly.

She nodded, holding onto him as he held her.

"I'm going to get you out of there safely." He said, grabbing the shorts and slipping them on before walking her cautiously through the cabin and out the door. He quickly checked the truck before putting it in the back and instructing her to lay down.

"Don't get up unless I say so."

"Okay…be careful." She said, looking at him.

Sam glanced around cautiously, trying to figure out which direction the shots were coming from. Not seeing anything, he floored off the dirt road, pulling out his phone.

Santana looked at the time and sighed, it was her day off, and Sam was ruining her morning with her girlfriend. "What, Evans?!"

"We were shot at by a fucking sharpshooter!"

"The hell you mean you were shot at!"

"We… it happened after we'd woken up, and we're currently headed to the active site about an hour from here, then I'm taking her home," Sam said, shaking his head.

Santana sat up, heading to her computer. "They're tracking your truck; you need to ditch it first; I'm sending you an address, go there first and hurry up."

"No more government shit, it's only been twenty-four hours… they have someone helping them. Someone that's well above any connections they have… what the hell else didn't you tell me?"

"Sam, look, I wanted to tell you right away, but we all have our orders." She said.

"Tell me what, Santana," Sam said through gritted teeth.

"The Tres' have hired Mike Chang to take her out."

Sam wished he could pull over because this shit just got real. "Are you telling me that they sent ex-CIA and Special Forces Mike Chang after her? And you are just now telling me?"

"We didn't think he would catch up to you so quickly."

"Didn't think? Mike is a lot of things but unprepared, he is not. And he knew about the cabin; that's how he found me. Fuck!" He said, hitting the steering wheel. "San, I need help off the grid. I am gonna ditch this car as soon as I find a car lot. Then you need to send someone to come take her off my hands."

Mercedes sat up as she heard Sam say he wanted to get rid of her.

Santana sighed. "No. there is no one else."

"You offered Puck; let him do it. Unfortunately, I failed at keeping her safe."

"Is she injured?"

Sam looked back to Mercedes, who was staring at him, a mixture of hurt and confusion playing on her face. Sam looked away from her and was shocked when she took the phone from his ear.

"Who is this?"

Santana was shocked to hear Mercedes' voice. "Who the hell is this?!

"Mercedes, give me back the phone; what the hell do you think you are doing,"

She cut her eyes at Sam. "I am Mercedes Jones, and I have been forced away from my family and shot at. There are a lot of things I don't understand, but one thing that I do understand is that I would have been dead twice now if it wasn't for Sam; I won't go with anyone else. Period. My life isn't a pawn you can pass over to different players."

Santana smiled. "I knew I liked you for a reason. Don't worry, Sam isn't going to abandon you; you have my word. Now put him back on the phone."

Mercedes gave Sam back the phone, wrapping the sheet tighter.

"She's not going with Puck, she trusts you, and that's something we have to protect. If you're serious about taking her home, you need to contact M and let her know." Santana said.

"No, she… isn't safe with me," Sam whispered. "I'm… not thinking straight with this one."

"Sam, it's been a fuckin day; what could have happened to make my best agent act like a pussy?" She barked while checking the safe house near him. "It's not like you fucked her."

'I did, and I want to do it again. My head is clouded, San, and the last time this happened, I nearly lost everything. She can go there with M, but I can not stay."

"Sam! What the fuck! Look, you have no choice, she is your priority, and you need to figure out how to make it work. There is no one else. Get your shit together! Keep your dick in your pants and protect her!"

"Easier said than done, your mother didn't train you, and lucky for you and Sue, you don't have to report my fuck up to her," Sam replied, looking at Mercedes through the rearview mirror wishing the sheet would fall down slightly.

"EVANS!" Santana shouted when he hadn't responded.

"Huh?"

"Get to the address and ditch the car, there are supplies there, and it may be safer to drive than fly."

"That's a twenty-six-hour drive!" He said, looking at her again.

"Ummmm, Sam?" Mercedes said, worried.

"... Besides, we both need clothes, and I can't use my credit cards anywhere."

"Ummm, Sam…." Mercedes said, feeling light-headed.

"Why don't you have clothes… REALLY!? You let your guard down that long!"

"She started it! Jesus, I'm only human, and it's not like she's hard to look at or…." He said, trailing off.

"SAM!" Mercedes yelled at him.

Sam swerved when he heard her shot before pulling off on the side of the road and looking back at her. "Don't do that!"

"Sam….I need….I'm bleeding…."

Sam looked her over before seeing a shard of glass sticking out from her right thigh. "Fuck." He said before getting out and going to the back to get the first aid kit from the trunk.

Mercedes looked down at the blood-covered sheet and the shard of glass staring back up at her. "I didn't know…I didn't feel it at first, and I…Oh, h-" She fell back against the seat as everything started to go dark around her.

"Mercedes! Shit." Sam gently pulled her down so that she lay flat and figured he'd treat the wound before she came to. He lifted the sheet and looked over the shard before seeing it wasn't too deep, but she was going to be sore and limping.

Sam carefully gripped the glass then slowly pulled it out; he was careful not to cause any more damage and began applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Lucky for him, it was a clean-cut, so she wouldn't need stitches.

Mercedes swallowed as she came too, trying to figure out where she was, feeling someone touch her. All she could do was get away as fast as she could. She arched up, punching at the man over her. "Getaway!"

Sam was taken by surprise as Mercedes started punching and swinging at him. He took hold of her hands, pulling her close to him. "Calm down!"

Mercedes let out a shaky breath looking at him before nodding slowly. "Let me go."

Sam released her and put his hand back on her thigh. "You passed out, but I am trying to stop your thigh from bleeding, so please just stay calm."

"My thigh?" She said, looking down and seeing the blood. "I don't like blood, and that's…"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Stop looking at it, sing a song or something."

She looked at Sam. "Sing?" Was he serious?

"You sang the other day; you have a nice voice, so do it again." He said, dabbing her wound with alcohol before blowing on it when she flinched. He gently rubbed her thigh to help calm her before wiping it again to make sure it was cleaned.

Mercedes took a deep breath singing the first song that came to mind. "There you see her, sitting there across the way…she don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her. And you don't know why but you're dying to try; you wanna kiss the girl…."

Sam smirked before leaning down and kissing her thigh; he applied some soothing cream to help with any pain then bandaged her up. "There, we'll have to check in a few hours, but for now, you're good."

She looked at Sam and down to her thigh. "Thank you for all of this, Sam. Saving me, getting us out of that place. I owe you my life." She said, moving forward and placing a kiss on his lips.

She kissed him, and if he were smart, he would have pulled away, shut the door, and started driving again, they were in the middle of nowhere, and yet all he wanted was to kiss her back, and so he did. He leaned in, kissing her back. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

Why couldn't they pull away? Both knew they should, but neither wanted to. Watching out for her thigh, Sam laid her back down, running his hands down her body as their tongues fought for dominance.

Mercedes whimpered against his lips, tugging at his shirt so she could feel him, all of him.

Sam pulled at the sheet exposing her naked body, kissing a path down to her breast, taking her left nipple between his teeth, listening as Mercedes cried out. God, he loved pulling those sounds from her.

She pulled him down, tugging at the shorts, feeling him and knowing he wanted her just as much as she wanted him; tugging at his shorts, she spread her thighs as wide as she could, pulling him down to her. Sam couldn't hold back; he needed to be inside of her.

Sam pushed inside of her, mindful of her thigh, moving deeply, groaning as he felt her around him. Everything about this was wrong, and yet it felt so right.

"Sam!" She screamed out, holding him close as he moved faster within her.

His face was buried in her neck as he thrust faster. "So good."

"SAM, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP! WHY AREN'T YOU MOVING?"

"God, you feel so good, so perfect around me." He groaned out as he wanted to make her cum.

"Harder, please." Mercedes whimpered.

"ARE YOU TWO SERIOUSLY FUCKING? RIGHT NOW!" Santana shouted. "I'm patching M in, I'm done… one fucking day, and now you forget all about protocol.

"What's rule number three?" Sam heard, realizing who it was.

"Shit!" Sam said, scrambling before completely removing his self from Mercedes.

"Wha?" Mercedes asked, confused.

"Answer me!"

"Don't get involved or attached," Sam answered, almost robotic.

"So why are you currently having sex on the side of the road with your assignment?"

"Ma, I…"

"Ma?" Mercedes asked. "That's your mother!" She looked around. "Can they see us?"

"Yes, I am his mother and his superior officer; my son just made seventeen violations, and oddly enough, sleeping with you isn't the highest offense."

"No, they can't see us, see us… just inferred bodies."

"You better be glad we can't! Who gives it up after one day?"

"Ma, stop. We're headed that way; your place is the safest… we got caught up." Sam said, shooting Mercedes a look.

"I'll say you got caught up? Who are you, Puckerman? Because you are acting like him. And Poor Quinn! Did you forget about your girlfriend?"

"What the fuck, ma! Quinn is not my girlfriend; I'll call you back." Sam said, reaching the dash and disconnecting the call.

Mercedes stared at Sam. "You have a girlfriend?" She grabbed the sheet and wrapped it back around herself. "Oh God, I'm not just a whore; I am a cheating whore." She said, running her hands through her hair,

"You're not a whore… Quinn and I are just friends." Sam explained, looking at her. "We should get going, though… she'll be expecting us by noon tomorrow."

Mercedes looked out the window; she wasn't this person, never was, and yet she allowed herself to be pulled in and let this man cheat on his girl. "Yeah."

"Hey," Sam said, tugging the sheet, so she was facing him. "Don't do that; I am single."

She looked at him and frowned. "We should get on the road like you said." She gave him a small smile and looked back out the window.

Sam sighed, figuring this was the best, and left it at that. "You're right." He said before closing the door and getting back in the driver's seat. He could disconnect, and it was better if he did so he could do his job, but when he looked in the rearview mirror and saw her looking back at him, he knew he was beyond fucked.

Three hours later, they arrived at the address Santana sent them. They ditched the truck a hundred miles back and hopped into the waiting SUV. Now they were in the small safe house resting up before continuing their journey.

He sighed, looking over to Mercedes, who was huddled into a corner with a book. She hadn't spoken to him since she heard he had a girlfriend. Even when he carried her into the house, since she didn't have clothes or shoes on, she just nodded and headed to the bathroom to shower and change into the clothes that were stashed into the car.

Mercedes was in deep thought; she couldn't understand why she was so stupid. Giving into Sam that morning when they were both asleep was one thing; they could have pretended that it was all due to them not being fully awake. But the car, she knew what she was doing, and Sam did too. And the fact that he had someone waiting for him broke her. She had been cheated on; she knew that pain.

Closing the book, she sighed, standing and stretching out. She noticed Sam was on the computer, so she moved to look around the small place. One bedroom like the cabin, but the windows were nonexistent; it seemed they were underground. Sam did take her down a flight of stairs after he pulled into what looked like a garage deck. She moved around the bedroom; there wasn't much there. A Queen bed, recliner, and dresser. The bathroom was a double sink. She walked out and found an office.

She looked around, not seeing Sam near her, and walked in, going through the drawers. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she was looking for something. Sam walked into the office before stopping when he saw Mercedes digging through one of the drawers; he smirked as he walked over to her and wrapped a hand around her waist.

"Looking for something?" He asked teasingly.

Mercedes jumped in his arms. She turned towards him and frowned but didn't say anything.

"Cat got your tongue?" He joked, nipping at her lips.

She closed her eyes but shot them back open; she couldn't give in; she had to stand firm. She glanced around, seeing if she could move away from him without having to touch him.

"There's only one way out, and unfortunately for you, I'm blocking all points of exit for you." He said, moving his lips down to her chin.

She pulled back and folded her arms across her chest; he didn't know her.

Sam chuckled and softly kissed her along her neck then to her ear. "You know it wouldn't take much for me to get you naked, right?"

She shivered at his actions and words, licking her lips before shaking it off. She rolled her eyes, damn him, just damn him.

"Mmm, you writhing underneath me again sounds like a good way to pass the time." He teased, slipping a hand under her shirt and slowly pulling it up.

Mercedes swallowed hard; she stared at Sam. "It would be a great way to pass the time; your girlfriend could watch." She spat, pulling her shirt back down. She had to tell herself he had a girl, and she was just a warm body so she wouldn't fall for him because her body craved him already. Damn hormones.

"I could tell you were a little kinky, but since I don't have a girlfriend, we'd have to find a third."

"Then who is Quinn?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She is an old friend that I occasionally sleep with." He answered honestly. "What about your boyfriend? He won't mind you cheating on him?"

"He might? But considering I caught him with his neighbor 6 months ago because I wasn't ready to sleep with him, I don't think he gets a say. How often do you have sex with her?"

"Only when she comes to town or when I go visit my parents. So you weren't ready to sleep with your boyfriend, but you allowed me to fuck you?" He asked, pulling her shirt back up.

"I didn't trust him for a good reason and with you…it was a lack of judgment on my part." She said back to him.

"And now?" He questioned as he leaned and kissed her shoulder.

"I'm not gonna fuck you." She said, shrugging.

"Yes, you are." He replied, unhooking her bra and sliding it off.

"We are headed to your parents, right? So does that mean you gonna pick up where you and her left off and fuck her too?" She asked, not breaking eye contact with him.

Sam shook his head, running his tongue along one of her nipples. "Why do that when I can have you?" He countered, swiping her nipple again before sucking it into his mouth.

She swallowed hard, shaking her head, trying her best to move from him but failing. "You can't have me." She moaned out.

Sam slipped his free hand into her pants, using a finger to play with her clit through her panties. "You're not putting up a fight, sweetheart." He said.

"You are in my way…." She said, knowing he was right, she was weak, but she still wouldn't be that easy.

"Oh really?" He asked before removing his hand from her pants and taking a step back. "You're free to go… if that's what you really want."

She grabbed her shirt covering herself. "You have no idea what I really want."

"Cute of you to assume that the bureau didn't fully investigate you. You might have one of those things fairly soon… you know? Considering we didn't use protection." He said cockily.

Oh, she hated him. "God, you are right! Who knows what I picked up from you? You think the FBI will pay for me to get thoroughly tested?" She said, standing her ground.

"I'm clean as a whistle, get tested every six months. You were recently tested too, and you gave blood recently. Clean bill of health, you have an exceptional IQ and are prime for having kids. Believe it or not, we want the same things."

"Oh, and what's that? To sucker punch you right in that smug face of yours?"

"Nah, you don't want that, and you know it. You want to have angry sex with me."

"Even if I did, which I don't, it won't happen, and do you know why?"

"No." He said before pulling her into a deep kiss. Mercedes wanted to say something, but his lips were over hers, and she melted reluctantly. She wasn't going to give up without a fight as her hands moved to his hair, tugging hard at the short locks.

Sam lifted her to the desk, gripping her ass tight as his tongue overtook hers. He grunted when her nails went to his back, and he knew she was trying to punish him for her wanting this as much as he did.

Sam gave her lips one last bruising kiss as his lips trailed down her neck to her breast. He had been dying to explore her, and now was the time. He laid her back on the best and smirked at her. "You can scream as loud as you want; no one will hear you."

She was about to get up angrily, but his lips trailed down her stomach, letting his hands trail up her sides and to her breasts. "You are so beautiful…I didn't get to tell you earlier how absolutely stunning I find you."

He said as he ran his tongue over her slit.

Mercedes sat up, trying to move away from him, but he held her hips down, staring at her as he took another swipe of the tongue across her slit. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, that's right…both men you have been with left you shamefully unsatisfied." Sam let his free hand tease her clit as she ran her hands through her hair.

"Matthew Rutherford, your high school boyfriend. Considering it was both of your first times, it was understandable that you told your best friend Rachel that it was a fun 45 seconds, but you expected fireworks."

Had he not chosen that moment to thrust a finger inside of her, she would have asked how he knew that.

"Now your college boyfriend of two years." He said, moving to suck on her clit before pulling back, leaving her a puddle of frustration. "You had high hopes for him. I believe you thought he was the one. And sex between you and Sebastian Smythe was good, great even but as good as it was, and baby I have had you I know it was good, he realized he was gay. And has been your best friend since."

Sam added a finger, causing her to arch up. "So I know why you didn't want sex with your boyfriend, you were worried it wasn't good, or he would turn gay or leave you. When In reality, you were so much better than the likes of Brody Weston. But I am getting off-topic; what I am doing is called oral sex. I am gonna fuck you with my tongue on this desk. Then I am gonna fuck you with my cock. And maybe later we can have some real fun."

"God, I hate your cocky ass."

Sam smirked. "Ditto." He said before lowering his head, this was gonna be good.

Thank you guys for the support and for your understanding. Don't worry we won't make you wait too long for another chapter. Kesh is already feeling better though I want her to take more than just a couple of days to recover. Anyways Happy New Year to all! We shall return soon!