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The next day was spent getting all of their things from Sam's apartment, and he was grateful that Mercedes worked her magic on his landlord, or he would have lost all his personal effects including the family photos.
Then they went to Wellington Prep, and Sam was surprised to see that not only did Stevie and Stacey get admitted, but Mike and Sugar were there.
After Mercedes had spoken to Sugar, she didn't want to leave Aiden at his school alone, so she worked it out for him to be admitted as well. And all three would be in class with Faith and Jacob. Sam was happy about that. He also didn't realize that Mercedes had heard about Mike not only from Sugar but also from a few of her Artists, and now that Sugar was pregnant and Mike wasn't making much at his current job, Mercedes hired him to be the choreographer for her Artists.
The more Sam saw of her and spent time with her, even in the span of a day, he realized just how special she was, and he realized that there was no way he could marry her because at the end of the year. He was confident he would fall in love with her.
After the twins and Aiden were measured for their uniforms and Mercedes put Sam on her insurance, she invited Sugar and Mike to dinner, and they all just relaxed and let the kids eat in their newly made game room while the adults ate and drank wine.
Sam also met Sebastian, who she deemed perfect for Blaine. He learned that Mercedes and Sebastian dated briefly until she met Blaine, and then she realized that he and Blaine were perfect for each other.
He met Carol and Burt's sons Finn and Kurt. Kurt designed all the outfits for Mercedes artists, along with Unique, who was one of three people Mercedes trusted with her hair.
He also met Santana and Quinn, which was eventful. He didn't like being called trouty mouth or the fact that Santana created a song for him within the hour, but it was still a good time.
By the time everyone left, Sam was tired, and after kissing the kids goodnight, he went right into that comfortable bed; it wasn't until he heard a scream that he awakened from his bed. He frowned, shooting up and grabbing his robe, making his way to the boy's room, where Jacob, Aiden, and Stevie were; he noticed they were all asleep.
Making his way to the girl's room, he opened the door, seeing Mercedes consoling Stacey. The woman was cuddled with her, caressing her hair, humming the same song she sang in the hospital to get her back to sleep.
Mercedes's eyes darted to Sam. "It's okay, she was in pain." She whispered.
"I can go get her medicine," Sam said, turning to go.
Mercedes shook her head. "It's okay." She whispered. "I gave her the pain meds and got her an ice pack. She's okay, Sam. You should get some sleep."
He moved to sit on the bed with her. Faith's room and the boys' room were the same size. Faith and Stacey's room had two princess trundle twin beds with canopies, while the boys had the same beds, but it was dragon and superhero-themed.
Sam understood what Blaine meant because Mercedes created that room just for Jacob when he stayed over. And now it was Stevie's and his.
"How long have you been in here?"
Mercedes shrugged. "I don't know; I was checking on the kids when I heard her crying. She's sleeping now, but I didn't want to leave until I was sure."
"Here, let me help you." He said, helping to lift Stacey off of her, and then watched as she put the pillow under her cast.
Mercedes kissed Stacey's forehead and then moved to kiss Faith's. As they walked out of the room, he got a look at what she was wearing. She wore an above-the-thigh red and black silk robe with a matching silk nightie.
"Now, this is what I pictured when I think of you and sleepwear."
Mercedes blushed. "Oh, you think of me and my sleepwear?"
"I know I am gonna think about this outfit." He teased.
Mercedes rolled her eyes with a giggle as Sam walked back towards his room but stopped as he noticed her going to the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
"I was going to grab those brownies and something to drink, she smiled. "You wanna join me for a nightcap?"
"Sure. I can eat." He teased.
Following her down the stairs, he watched as she grabbed two glasses. "I should warn you," Sam said. "I don't drink much. I know I had a glass with dinner, but…"
Mercedes smiled, going to the fridge. "I don't either." She grabbed the milk and filled both of their wine glasses. "You can't have brownies without milk, and putting them in wine glasses is something I used to do when Aunt Roz and I had dinner when I was like 8." Mercedes laughed.
Sitting at the counter, Sam plated two brownies for them. "I swear you are breaking every stereotype there is for celebrities. I looked you up, and there is nothing negative for you."
"I tried. I didn't want to be one of those vapid girls I was in a group with."
"I didn't know you were in a girl group."
Mercedes sighed, taking a bite of her brownie. "I was in a girl group at 16. I didn't like how they made me feel; they wanted me to change who I was, so when Sugar asked us to sing at her party, I was determined to make it my last show."
"So why wasn't it?" He asked, sipping his drink.
"Mr. Motta, Sugar's dad. He saw me perform and asked me to sign. Roz was my manager and made sure he gave me a good deal, which he did. I wasn't going to take it at first."
"Because of Sugar?"
She nodded. "I didn't want her to think I used her for her father. But she politely told me not to be stupid. And he made me a star. So much so that I stayed with him most of my career. He…" She laughed, shaking her head. "He scared the shi- crap out of one of his producers."
"What happened?"
Mercedes took a sip of her drink. "He didn't like my look, so he told me if I were smart, I would let him use my voice for one of his more attractive artists."
Sam's jaw dropped. "Seriously? You are gorgeous, and he was stupid."
Mercedes blushed. "Yeah, well, I almost did it. But Al Motta was not gonna have it. He tore that man a new one right in front of me, then gave me power over him. I was his boss. As an artist, I got to make my music my way. That's why he invested in me when he heard I wanted to create my label because he taught me the business."
Sam nodded. "That's a great thing to have."
"So what about you? Did you always want to be a manny?"
Sam shook his head. "No, not at all. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, so I went and studied abroad, I worked hard, and then I realized that I wanted to create comic books, so at 23, I started my college career; however, I had to quit and get a job after what happened to my parents."
Mercedes nodded as they finished off their brownies.
"So you grew up with Roz?" Sam asked.
Mercedes nodded. "My mom…she passed when I was about the twin's age. My dad tried, but he pretty much drank himself crazy, and Roz stepped in and raised me. She is the one who has kept me grounded."
"Yeah, I want to be that for the twins. I want to make sure they don't miss out just because they lost their parents."
Mercedes frowned, "Yeah, but you lost yours too." She reached over and took his hand.
"Most people are concerned with the twins, not me."
Mercedes moved closer to him. "Sam, just because you were older when it happened doesn't mean that it didn't affect you. You changed your life too and had to become a parent; it's not easy."
"I just feel like I failed these kids."
Mercedes moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. "You haven't failed. You are the most prideful man I have ever met, but you are setting that pride aside just so that you can provide for them."
Sam wrapped his arms around her, inhaling as his hand moved up the silk material. "Thank you." He breathed. Damn, she smelled so good.
Mercedes couldn't lie, she hadn't been held by a man who wasn't considered family in a long time. The way his hands felt on her was giving her nervous palpitations because all she wanted was for him to carry her off somewhere and give her exactly what she wanted.
But she didn't do one-night stands or sleep around; the one man she had ever been with was her husband, though she came dangerously close with Anthony; thank God she didn't give in to that bastard.
Sam, being the respectful man he was, had no intention of doing anything with Mercedes. Though it had been years since he had felt a woman beneath him, he could control himself.
Or so he thought.
As he moved to pull away from her, her robe slid from her shoulder, and her skin looked so soft he lost all train of thought as he leaned in and kissed the exposed skin.
Mercedes felt his lips on her shoulder and froze, wondering if he was going to continue or pull away. She held her breath, waiting for him, wondering what he was going to do, and he must have taken her not pulling away as a sign because he placed another kiss, then another, before he moved to her neck.
Mercedes ran her hands up his neck as he pulled away and stared at her.
"You are just…beautiful." Sam said as he leaned down and kissed her softly.
Mercedes leaned into the kiss, closing her eyes as she deepened it. She didn't want to want this kiss, and yet, all she wanted was more. She moaned against his lips as Sam pulled her towards him.
He wasn't usually aggressive; he had really been pretty tame when it came to sex, but with Mercedes, he craved everything from the moment he kissed her. He needed to touch her all over, taste her, pick her ass up, and throw her down on that massive island in her immaculate kitchen. And that is just what he did.
"Sam!" Mercedes gasped as Sam picked her up, placed her on the island, and moved his body between her thighs.
His lips nipped at hers before he kissed her again, pushing his tongue through her lips as his hands removed her robe. He let his hands run up her arms, taking in her reactions to him as his tongue fought against hers.
Mercedes hissed as his hands ghosted over her breast while his lips moved to her ears. "You feel so good."
"What are you doing to me?" She whispered.
Sam smirked, moving her strap off of her shoulder. "I haven't done anything to you…yet," he whispered back as his lips trailed down, his hands still exposing her skin.
"I..oh!" She started as his tongue found her nipple, letting his hand reach over and tease her other one.
Sam looked up, swirling his tongue around as her head fell backward, and a soft moan left her lips. It was a sound he didn't know he needed in his life.
Wanting to hear more of her whimpers, he let his hands fall to her thighs. He heard her gasp, and yet, she didn't stop him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He moved back to her lips, kissing her deeply as she spread her legs more for him.
"Sam…"
"I know… don't worry, I got you." He said, staring at her. She nodded as he moved his hand to her awaiting core. The heat alone made him groan, and as he moved her panties to the side, pushing a single digit inside, he could feel how wet she was.
Mercedes hadn't had the best sexual experiences; with Preston being her first, the bar was set pretty low. And when she kissed Anthony, and he touched her, she mostly just wanted him to be done. But Sam, his fingers, his lips, they lit a fire in her.
Sam smiled, staring at her. "You know what I just realized?"
She raised an eyebrow as he nipped her lips again. "What?"
"I'm still so famished." He smirked as he laid her down on the island. His lips moved down to her thighs.
She sat up on her elbows, looking at him. "What are you doing?"
"Darlin', I am getting ready to eat, so I ask that you save all questions until I am done." He slowly slid her panties down. "My mom always told me not to talk with my mouth full."
Mercedes stared at him as he disappeared between her thighs, and she said a silent prayer of thanks that she always kept a clean house. A deep moan left her lips as he took her by surprise and took a long lick of her slit.
"The hell!" Mercedes whimpered.
Sam smiled. "You want me to stop? He asked, taking another lick and ending on her clit.
"No! Please don't stop!" She hissed.
Sam wasn't planning on it. He had a taste, and now he wanted more, needed more. As he threw her thighs over his shoulders, Mercedes screamed as Sam thrust his tongue inside her. "Mmm" left his lips as she thrashed against him.
"Sam! Oh God, I soooo….Oh, please don't stop." She begged as he pushed her closer to that edge.
Mercedes tried to close her thighs, but Sam continued to suck and lick, adding a finger, pushing it deep inside her as his tongue played with her clit.
Sam gripped her thighs, feeling her body shake as she came hard against his lips. Oh, she tasted so good, and he couldn't get enough; he licked her clean, continuing to push his finger in and out, adding a second and causing her to have another orgasm, screaming into her hands as she did.
"Sam! Sam, I can't…no more.." she whimpered as he pulled away, kissing his way up her body.
"Delicious." He said, licking his lips.
Mercedes sat up, running her hands through her hair, hopping off the counter, and pushing him into the nearest wall. She had little experience with what she was about to do, except for the class she took with Santana and Quinn. Quinn signed them up as a joke, but it was very informative. However, Santana swore the techniques worked on girls.
Sam's eyes widened as she pushed him to the wall, slowly falling to the ground, pulling his pants down. "Merc-"
She stopped him by kissing the tip of his cock, bringing out a deep moan from him. Licking her lips, she smiled up to him before taking him deep into her throat. Sam groaned, running his hand through her hair as she began to move.
The grunts and hisses Sam was making made her feel powerful. She loved the fact that she was making him feel that way. That it was by her hands and mouth that he was slowly coming undone. She had never felt that way before.
Sam closed his eyes; if she didn't stop, he was going to bust his load, and soon; he had never been quick on the trigger, but her lips did it. "Merce-! I'm gonna…you need…"
She just continued to work him over with her mouth, increasing the speed as she did. Swallowing everything he had to offer as he came.
Sam went limp against the wall as Mercedes leaned back on her heels. "I hope…I have never…"
Sam pulled her up to him, caressing her face. "That was…that was amazing."
Mercedes chewed her bottom lip as she pulled him close. "We should get out of the kitchen."
He nodded as she pulled him up the stairs. Once there, Sam walked towards his room, but Mercedes pulled him to her. "I figured we could finish our conversation…"
"Yes." Sam hissed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply as he pressed her against the door. Mercedes hand reached behind her as she reached for the knob on her bedroom door and opened it, pulling Sam with her as she stumbled towards the bed.
As they stopped, Sam smiled down to her, reaching for her nightie, pulling it off of her, as her hands went to his shirt. He lifted her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "Are you sure…because once I start I won't stop.
Mercedes smiled at him. "I don't want you too."
