A/N and Disclaimer: I own nothing from Glee, Carr's story, or any other copyrighted material. I hope you enjoy it. Please as always forgive all of my mistakes. Wow, I can't believe that I am up before work, updating this, but I am because of you all's interest in how things are going to go with these two. When you run into my errors, just pretend like you know what I meant. I am sure there are several, but I wanted to give you something before I go out of town today.

Chapter 7

The second Mercy was back inside her house, she slammed the door, then reached for her phone.

The phone hadn't rung twice before Tina picked it up. "Uh-oh. This isn't good."

"What was your first clue?"

"It's not even nine o'clock. If rumors are to be believed, Sam has way more stamina than having you pleasured out of your mind by nine."

"I wouldn't know. He chose to lock himself in his bathroom and jerk off rather than have sex with me."

There was a lingering moment of silence on the other end that lasted long enough Mercy thought she'd lost the phone connection. "Tina?"

"I think I need you to start at the beginning."

Mercy plopped down on her couch and suddenly regretted calling her friend. Not because she didn't need someone to talk to. She did. It was just that her rage had lasted all the way from Sam's house to her front door, and now…God, now, she just felt like curling in a ball and crying her eyes out.

"We had a picnic in his living room. He'd gotten a bucket of KFC, laid down a blanket on the floor. It was really sweet and romantic."

"Mmm hmmm," Tina hummed. "So far, so good. Keep going."

Mercy didn't have enough experience with dating men, which was why she'd come to rely on Tina so much. She had never had a girlfriend she'd confided so many details to, but Mercy needed Tina's perspective and advice.

She had already been played by one womanizer. And while she kept telling herself she was the user this time, taking what she wanted from a guy who wouldn't give a shit when she walked away, nothing between her and Sam felt like that.

She liked him. Too much.

And that was why her throat was tight, her chest aching. She'd freaking done it again. Fallen for the wrong guy.

"We ate dinner topless."

Tina laughed. "Excellent. For a minute, I was afraid you'd gone to the wrong house. That sounds more like Sam than the romantic picnic. Carry on."

"After dinner, we moved things to his bedroom." She struggled to say more. Everything had been amazing, a fantasy come true.

"What happened, Mercy?"

She said the rest quickly. "I undressed, he handcuffed me to his headboard, went down on me, screwed me with my own vibrator, and gave me three orgasms so strong, I thought I was going to shatter into a million pieces."

"And you're upset? I think you have lost your mind. I can't understand why you are complaining. That man gave you oral on the first time you became intimate, and he didn't expect you to return the favor. I know you are inexperienced, but I find no fault so far in what happened. If anything I am a little jealous."

"You're not helping."

"I'm not sure you need my help. Like I said, I've yet to hear anything bad."

"I wanted it to go farther. I wanted to go all the way. I tried to help him out of his jeans, but he kept pushing my hands away. When I told him I wanted to have sex with him, he said he didn't think we should."

"Did he say why?" Tina asked.

"He said something about me practically being a virgin—"

"Which you are," she interjected.

"I've had a kid, for God's sake."

"You had very bad, very quick sex once six years ago. And then a C-section. Trust me, angel, you are as close to a virgin as they come."

Mercy sighed, blinking back tears. "You're not helping. You're my best friend. You're supposed to be on my side, not his."

"I am on your side. Tell me what happened next."

"He said I needed to trust him. Then he raced out of the bedroom like there was a bomb in the bed. I followed him to the bathroom because I wanted to finish the argument. I could hear…it sounded like he was jerking off. When I tried to turn the knob, the door was locked. He doesn't want me, Tina. He just made an excuse to get out of the bed because he doesn't want to be with me."

"Oh, honey. Will you believe me if I say that is one hundred percent wrong?"

"Then why did he not want to have sex with me?"

"You are unlike any woman Sam has ever been with. They were pretty slutty, and I am not slut shaming them. The way they talked about him and his dick which is bigger than most white guys, you would agree with me that they are sluts."

"Women actually brag about sleeping with him because of the size of his dick?"

"The slutty ones, yeah."

"What about the nice ones?"

Tina was quiet again. Given that Mercy had left her at a loss for words twice tonight, she'd say this conversation was throwing her friend for a loop too.

Finally, Tina said, "He's never gone out with anyone as nice as you. I think when he got out of high school, he enjoyed the reputation and the rumors, and he was pretty vocal about never getting married. Considering the fact his dad changes wives like some people change underwear, I believed him. We all did."

Mercy had no idea what to say to that. Sam hadn't told her he didn't want to get married. His exact words were something along the lines of he wasn't getting married until he was sure he'd met the right one.

"You know how guys are," Tina continued. "He got a kick out of all the talk. Swaggered around like a big shot. Guys were always slapping him on the back and buying him drinks. A lot of women were throwing themselves at him. After a while…I think the respectable women stayed away. The stories about his experience paired with his history of avoiding relationships didn't make him a great catch. I mean…who would sign up for someone like that?"

Mercy had. Or…almost had.

None of what Tina was saying matched the Sam Evans she'd come to know. Which meant Mercy was either still a shitty judge of character or Sam had changed. Hell, maybe he'd always been this guy, but once the people in town labeled him as a womanizer who knew how to use his big dick that was all they could see.

"I don't know what to do," Mercy admitted, more confused now than she'd been before she called Tina.

"I'll be honest with you, Mercy. I'm not sure what to tell you either. I can't follow this pattern of Sam's behavior towards you. Sam's always been pretty transparent. He hooks up with a woman for a week or two and then he moves on. The dates and the picnic, the holding back from sex? This is uncharted territory. I mean…given what you told me about tonight, I'd say he's trying to be a gentleman. That he cares about you and he's trying to protect you."

"But I don't want to be protected," she insisted.

"Maybe you should see what he is offering and then make that decision."

Mercy rolled her eyes, aware that Tina couldn't see her reaction.

"Maybe I should."

"Wait. What's that mean?" Tina asked.

"I'm going back to his place."

"Tonight? Don't you want to take some time and think about it. I can tell your emotions are running all over the place. Why not take advantage of a child free night and sleep on it?"

"Nope," Mercy said. "I'm going to sleep with him."

"If you are sure, then I won't try to stop you. Call me in the morning?"

"I will." And just like that, she felt lighter, happier, more determined.

Mercy ran outside to her car, thinking over exactly what she'd say when she knocked on Sam's door. She wasn't sure if he'd be relieved to see her or angry that she had run out in the first place. Or God, worse, annoyed that she'd come back.

None of that mattered. Mercy was getting back inside. She had a practiced response for every reaction.

All she had to do was…

Her car sputtered and she knew in an instant what was wrong.

"Hell to the no."

She pulled over to the curb, managing to get it into a parking spot two seconds before the dang thing cut off completely. Glancing down, the gas light blinked at her accusingly. It had come on when she was driving to Sam's the first time, but she'd been too excited and anxious to stop—she hated pumping gas.

Plus, it was common knowledge that even with the light on, there were still a few miles' worth of gas left. Things only got serious when the light started blinking. Which hers had done when she'd left Sam's in a rage earlier. And, because she was an idiot, she hadn't stopped that time either—too pissed off to think straight.

At least she was in town. The streets were well-lit and there were a few shops and bars open, several people milling around. It wasn't like Lima was a dangerous place, even at night. She would bet at least fifty percent of the town's population still went to sleep at night with their houses and cars unlocked.

She was only about five blocks from the fire station. She'd walk there and deal with the gas situation in the morning. Unfortunately, the dark night sky hid the storm clouds that had formed overhead.

She wasn't a block away from her car when the first fat rain drop splashed down. Two blocks later, the heavens opened up and threw down a deluge of water. Mercy ran the last blocks, but it was too late. By the time she stood at the foot of the stairs in the fire station that led up to Sam's apartment, she looked like she'd showered with her clothes on.

A drowned rat would have looked more appealing.

Mercy gave a soggy wave to the two volunteers who were manning the station tonight. There was a bunk room at the back of the building. They laughed when they saw her, but she didn't take the time to explain about the car and running out of gas.

She climbed the stairs, then took a few moments to catch her breath. She clearly needed to hit a gym. It was only a four-block jog after the rain started in earnest, but she was gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Once she felt she was able to speak, she knocked on Sam's door.

Sam opened it. He'd changed out of his jeans and was now wearing cotton lounge pants, held up with a drawstring. He was still shirtless.

"You came back," he said, his gaze taking her in from head to toe. "Soaking wet."

"I ran out of gas."

He nodded.

Mercy was used to his friendly smile and easy charm. Neither was present at the moment. "You need me to give you a lift?"

She shook her head. "No. I'd already gotten home. I was actually headed back here."

He stepped aside, letting her in. "You shouldn't stand around in those wet clothes. You'll get sick. Let me get you a towel and a T-shirt."

"Just a towel is fine," she said, stiffening her spine. "You said I wouldn't need pajamas."

His eyes narrowed briefly.

Yep.

He was pissed off that she'd run.

"Mercy," he started.

"I know that I am different from anyone you've been with before, but I am old enough to know what I want, and I want all of you Sam Evans."

She read the doubt in his eyes and it bothered her. Tina had mentioned women pursuing him, using him. Mercy tried not to think about the fact that she was doing the same thing. This felt different. It felt more like friends with benefits than meaningless sex.

"I like you, Sam. I think we'd be really good together." If their last two sexual encounters were any indication, she figured it was a good thing they were doing it in the fire station. They were definitely going to set the sheets on fire.

For the first time since she'd returned, he smiled. A real, genuine Sam grin. Mercy went mushy inside at the sight of it.

"We're going to be amazing together," he said, and that was when she felt her first twinge of doubt. Because it didn't feel like they were talking about the same thing.

She brushed that unease away. Sam didn't do relationships. Of course, he was just talking about sex.

But maybe it was her who wasn't on the right page. Because hearing her own words said back to her made her realize she was the one who wanted all of this to be more.

She pushed that idiocy deep down inside. She only had to get through tonight. Grab the sex, the fantasy, the pleasure, then find a way to walk away tomorrow without losing her heart in the process. And while she knew Sam didn't stick around for more than a few rolls in the hay, there was a small part of her that hoped they'd find a way to remain friends afterwards.

JJ was crazy about Sam, and she hated that by grabbing this night, she was stealing Sam away from her son.

"Come on." He offered her his hand. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

Now that they'd cleared that hurdle, she felt almost giddy. Her stomach was fluttering with butterflies, not because of fear or nervousness, but due to sheer anticipation and excitement. Sam had already proven he was going to be the best lover of her life, bar none.

Not that she was setting any records when it came to the number of lovers she'd taken to bed.

Once they were in his bedroom, he took his time peeling her wet clothes from her, kissing and licking each bit of skin as it was bared. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, rubbing it all over her body in a way that did precious little to stop her from being wet—at least in one area.

"Get back in that bed," he murmured, his lips pressed to her neck. She loved it when he kissed her there. There was this tiny bit of skin just underneath her ear and every time he kissed or licked there, her whole body tingled.

"And if you get out of it again tonight, I'm turning you over my knee and spanking that amazing ass of yours."

"Or you could just spank me for the hell of it."

"God. You're killing me, Mercy."

She crawled back in his bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard.

Moment of truth.

"Your turn," she said, as he approached the bed.

He hesitated long enough that her nerves were tweaked.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm debating whether or not to cuff you to the bed before I say what I'm going to say."

She frowned. "It wouldn't matter if you did. You showed me how to get out of them."

"What was I thinking?." He glanced around the room. "Pretty sure I can lay my hands on some rope in that storage area outside my apartment."

She laughed, but it came out a little bit shaky. "Why are you tying me up?"

"Because I'm still not having sex with you tonight."

Mercy started to push up from the bed, the anger she'd thought gone was back in a flash. Before she could give Sam Evans a piece of her mind, he untied the drawstring and dropped his pants.

Whatever furious retort she'd been prepared to give vanished.

"Good Lord!" she exclaimed loudly, her eyes glued to his very large, very erect cock.

Then she realized he'd frozen in place, and Mercy knew, knew all the way to the depths of her soul, that her reaction right now mattered to him.

Really mattered.

"Yeah. That's what I thought," he said quietly.

She looked back up at his very dear face and smiled. Her sudden cheerfulness caught him off guard, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm kidding, Sam," she said. "I mean that is slightly intimidating like porn star big, but I'm not running."

"You should be."

Mercy shook her head. "No. I shouldn't. I'm exactly where I want to be. Or…I will be once you get in the bed, too."

She didn't realize how tense Sam had been. All night, now that she thought back on it. It wasn't until his anxiety melted away, and he relaxed that she saw how sensitive he was about his size.

He reached for her ankle, tugging until she was lying on her back. Then he crawled into bed, caging her under him. His thick cock rested on her stomach. Rather than scare her, her arousal grew hotter, and she became hornier.

Then he kissed her. "You're so freaking adorable."

"I know," she said, pretending to be offended that he was stating the obvious.

He laughed loudly. Mercy loved the sound of it. Loved being able to make him feel so happy and silly. God knew that was how she felt at the moment.

It was like, for once, everything had clicked into the right place. She'd spent too many years—most of her adult life—just trying to get her life together. To raise a baby, earn a degree, find a career in her field, and stand on her own two feet, in order for her not to continually need her family's support.

Every single day, she felt like she was barely managing, barely holding on.

Tonight, she was exactly where she was supposed to be, where she wanted to be.

With the ideal person.

At the ideal time.

Sam continued to kiss her. She loved the feeling of his plump lips on hers, the playful way he touched her tongue with his. She shivered as his mouth drifted along the side of her face to her neck.

She'd missed kissing.

Missed touching and closeness.

It was silly to feel that way about something she'd experienced precious little of, but it was there. That feeling of deprivation being satisfied in a wonderful way.

Her hands wrapped around his neck, but that wasn't enough, and after a few minutes, she started stroking his shoulders and his chest, desperate to touch every part of him.

Sam pulled away an inch or two, his gaze focused solely on her face when she reached lower and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was thick and long and hard.

Sam's face appeared to be etched in stone, devoid of expression as she stroked him the first few times.

"I'm not here just because of rumors of your size. I am not going to run away in fear of it either," she whispered, tightening her grip on the next pass, then adding a second hand, increasing the pressure, the speed.

Her reassurance partnered with her touch worked its magic. He closed his eyes and released a low groan that let her know he liked what she was doing. Feeling more confident, she doubled her efforts, stroking even faster, shifting until she could touch him from root to tip, both hands moving together to increase the sensation.

Mercy licked her lips, trying to figure out how she could move him away from her enough that she could take him into her mouth.

Sam must have noticed her desire. He shook his head, but she couldn't tell if it was refusal or disbelief.

"You're an amazing woman, Mercy Jones."

She lifted her head enough that she could kiss his jaw. He'd obviously shaved before their date, but there was still a sandpaper texture to his masculine face that was the counterbalance to her softer skin. She loved that difference. It turned her on even more.

"Roll over," he said.

Mercy was getting used to the way he gave orders in bed, so she obeyed without question.

Because why the hell wouldn't she?

The man was the king of orgasms, and she was excited to see what he'd do next.

She flipped to her stomach, but apparently, that wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Sam lay down next to her, reaching over her waist to twist her until he was spooning her from behind. His hard dick lay flat against her ass. She wiggled against it until he gripped her hip.

"Hold still," he murmured.

She wriggled again.

"Mercy," Sam said, his deep voice, laced with warning.

She ignored him, pressing back more firmly against him.

"Mmmm," she hummed.

Sam chuckled. "Bad girl." Sam said as his huge hands stopped her movement.

She liked the sound of that. She'd been the eternal good girl her entire life, towing the line drawn by her strict parents. Underage drinking and losing her virginity to Jake Puckerman were her only acts of rebellion.

And look how that had turned out.

She shifted again.

Sam again stilled her hips.

Tonight was all she had. One night in Sam's bed, to scratch an itch, to experience all the pleasure she'd missed, and then tomorrow, she'd walk away.

Become the responsible…she sighed…good girl again.

Mercy glanced over her shoulder when Sam's hand moved from her hip, his arm wrapping around her waist so that he could tuck her closer.

He was simply lying there, and she recalled what he'd said earlier. Sam really didn't intend to have sex with her.

She stifled the anger that was threatening to reappear, deciding it might work better to take a different approach.

"Sam," she said in the sweetest voice she could muster.

"Yeah?"

"Can you put just a little bit inside me?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Seriously. Are you using just the tip line on me?"

What the hell.

"Yep."

"Mercy," he started.

"Please," she interrupted, not willing to listen to any more of his reasons why this was wrong or wouldn't work. "Only a little bit? It's been so long and I need, well, I just need to feel you inside me."

He glanced toward the doorway. "My condoms are in the bathroom. I get tested yearly as part of my annual fitness to serve as a firefighter exam." He shifted as if to leave the bed.

"I'm also on the pill ," she said. "Started taking it about three seconds after JJ was born and I've never missed a day. And my mom made me get tested after I came home pregnant, just to make sure the baby and I would be okay. And you know I haven't had sex since then."

"I've never had sex without a condom. I have always practiced safe sex even when I was in high school."

"I am glad to hear it. I didn't expect you not to wear one. I was just letting you know. Condoms aren't one hundred percent effective."

She laughed and watched him get up and go to the bathroom and get the condoms.

"I'm being serious, Mercy." He said as he rolled the condom on. "I'm only going to give you a little bit of me, not all of me."

"But…" She shrugged, changing her mind on what she wanted to say. "I want all of you but will settle for what I can get."

One glance at his face told him he wanted what she was offering and he wanted it bad.

Sam blew out a long breath, then shifted, reaching down and gripping his cock, placing the head at her opening. "I have some lubrication." He ran one finger over her slit, then chuckled. "But it doesn't feel like we need it."

She started to turn over, but he held her in place.

"This way," he said.

She knew his game immediately. He was determined to give her exactly what she'd asked for and no more.

Mercy sucked in a deep breath when she felt the head of his dick nudging at her opening. Sam moved slowly. She was wet and hot, and the orgasms earlier had only scratched the surface of her needs. She wanted this, wanted him.

He slid in slowly, filling her in a beautifully tight but not painful way.

She shivered and whispered, "Yes. Yes. Yes."

Sam stopped, but she didn't have enough of him—nowhere near enough.

She pushed her hips backwards, several more inches slipping in before he gripped her waist to stop her like he had done earlier.

"Sweetheart," he murmured.

"More," she demanded, shifting back again, more of him filling her as she groaned with delight.

"Dammit, Mercy. Wait."

"No." She was through with waiting. She'd spent the last six years devoting herself to her son, her studies. Tonight was for her, and she wanted everything he had to give her, every thick, delicious inch. Reaching behind her, she wrapped her hand around his cock. There was still a good six inches left to go.

She wanted him. All of him.

"I'm trying really hard not to hurt you, sweetheart, but I'm only human and—"

Mercy released him as she bent forward at the waist, moving the top part of her body away from him, until they were lying on their sides, positioned doggy style, then she pushed back harder, faster.

"Oh my, so good, so thick, so big," she yelled. "Yes. Sam. Yes."

One of Sam's hands was hard on her hip, the fingers digging in, but it didn't feel like he was trying to hold her back anymore. When he said, "Get up on your hands and knees," in a husky, gravelly voice, she knew she'd won.

They shifted into the new position with him still buried deep inside her. Every move they made was exquisite torture.

Once she was on her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder to where he knelt behind her.

He was breathing hard, holding back, still playing the gentleman.

"How do you want it?" she asked, repeating the same question he'd posed to her only a couple hours earlier.

His eyes narrowed and he started to shake his head.

"Hard and fast it is," she said as she slid forward, pulling away from his dick until only the head remained. Then she shifted backwards, gasping when she'd taken in even more than before. He was buried deep, so freaking deep, and she loved it. Loved the stretch, the burn.

Mercy started to repeat the motion, but Sam's leash slipped. He wasn't a passive lover. He'd proven that in their first two encounters. She'd finally pushed him to his breaking point.

Sam's breath was hot against her neck. "You're crazy," he murmured, kissing her neck.

She trembled with need.

He bit her shoulder. "And you're mine."

Mercy's chest constricted, her pussy clenching at the thought of how much she truly wanted that. Wanted to be his. For more than just tonight.

Maybe forever.

After that, there was nothing holding either of them back. She fell forward once more, barely able to hold herself up as Sam took her from behind, his closed fist was still on the base of his cock, withholding several inches.

She wanted it all, but she knew he wouldn't relent.

She met him thrust for thrust, coming after only a half dozen strokes.

Sam kept moving in and out as she shook her way through the orgasm. She felt him everywhere, and there was some reasonable part of her brain that thought this should hurt.

It didn't.

In truth, it felt as if their bodies were made for each other.

"Good Lord above," Sam cried out. "Mercy, it feels too good. I. Can't. Stop—"

Her back arched and she came again, the second orgasm crashing in unexpectedly, right on the heels of the first.

He jerked roughly, his hand gripping her hip as he came, her name the only word he seemed capable of saying. "Mercy. Mercy. Sweet Mercy."

She quivered when he withdrew, hating the empty feeling he'd left behind.

Mercy fell onto her stomach on the bed, her strength gone. Sam lay down next to her, so she twisted to face him, both of them struggling to catch their breath.

His hand rested on her waist and she marveled at how much she loved even that simple touch.

Neither of them spoke.

Instead, they simply looked at each other until they fell asleep.

Mercy woke up first the next morning, a thin strip of sunlight streaming through the closed curtains in Sam's bedroom. Her phone beeped and she recalled JJ and the sleepover. It had been his first time spending the night with a friend. She'd been so wrapped up in her plans with Sam, she hadn't had time to worry about how that might go until the moment she heard that beep.

Reaching for the phone, she groggily tried to wake up. Her body hurt in all the right places and her head was fuzzy from so much amazing sex.

She rubbed her eyes and tried to focus on the words. They didn't make any sense.

I'm living for Monday.

A quick glance said the text was from Kitty, but she didn't have any plans with Kitty on Monday. Clicking, she scrolled through the previous few texts, the words still slightly blurry, until she found the first text in the thread.

You should have stayed longer. Tequila makes me very horny. You would have liked the things I'd planned to do to you.

What the hell was that?

Then Mercy realized this wasn't her phone. It was Sam's.

At that point, she should have put the damn thing down.

Of course, she didn't.

The next text was from Sam.

Behave, Kitty. Are we still on for next week?

Next week?

What?

That question led Mercy straight back to Kitty's latest text this morning.

Kitty and Sam had plans for Monday. While Mercy was lying in his bed, he already had plans for the next date, the next woman.

The fact it was Kitty only added more salt to the wound. Or it had.

Until Kitty sent another text on the heels of the last.

Can't wait for you to fill me up with that big dick.

Mercy's feet were moving before her brain could fully process the words. A wave of shame and regret and embarrassment washed over her. She'd only felt this way one other time.

It was the day she'd stopped by Jake Puckerman's frat house to tell him she was pregnant. She had knocked on the door to his bedroom and Bree, a probie sister from her sorority, answered, wearing one of Jake's T-shirts and nothing else. She'd smirked when she saw Mercy standing there. Somehow she had found the courage to ask Jake if they could talk. He'd come out in the hall, she'd dropped her baby bomb, and he'd told her he didn't even remember having sex with her, asking how she could be sure it was really his baby. When she told him, she was a virgin. He acted like he didn't believe her and denied having sex with her and denied that there was any possibility that the baby was his.

Mercy hadn't stuck around after that.

She'd simply turned around and left the frat house, gone to her room in her sorority house, packed up all her stuff, and called her parents.

She wiped her nose, hating the tears streaming down her face as she pulled on her cold, clammy clothing. Sam had draped her rain-soaked jeans and shirt over the back of a chair, but neither had completely dried.

She didn't care. She just had to get out of here before he woke up. There was no way she was going to let another guy push her aside for another woman.

She had come here to get laid.

Mission accomplished.

Mercy snuck down the hallway, not daring to breathe until she was out of the fire station and on the street. She walked all the way back to her car, climbed in, and tried to start the damn thing before she remembered she was out of gas.

That was when the crying started. She rested her forehead against the steering wheel, sobbing.

She'd done it again.

Fallen hard and fast for the wrong guy.