Merry Christmas! Here is a double update for you as a Christmas Gift! I hope you and yours have such a great day! Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, or any of your wonderful beliefs, I wish you and yours the very best. I love you all!

Taking Sam's hand, she allowed him to take her towards the kitchen and to the back before they headed down a flight of stairs.

"Sam? Where are we going?"

He looked back at her. "Just trust me."

She nodded as he led her to a pair of enormous mahogany doors. "What's behind here?"

"Just wait and see." He said, grabbing the heavy doors and opening them. "These are mahogany doors; they are used to resist humidity and keep the temperature at the right level for our cellar."

Mercedes walked inside, and a chill hit her, but she didn't mind. Her eyes went to Sam as he turned the lights on.

Sam watched her. "This is one of the rooms before you get to the back of the cellar. We have wine tastings down here for those who want to enjoy it in private."

The beautifully decorated room had walls of wine, with a seating area and a stone counter.

"But this isn't our stop," Sam said, taking her hand and guiding her up a flight of stairs. The area looked like a lounge area. There were still rows of wine beautifully stocked on the walls. The marble countertops and tabletop were met with a lush loveseat and a row of wine glasses.

Sam looked around and stopped as he grabbed a bottle. "This…this is one of the first wines we ever made here. I don't pretend to be a wine simile, but I do know my way around a good bottle." He grabbed two glasses. "This is from 1983, and one of 12 that is left, and well here, just taste it."

"Are- are you sure you want to share this with me?" She asked, concerned.

Sam smiled and nodded. "I am sure, lucky you, right?"

Mercedes nodded as she watched him open the wine and pour it into the glasses. Sam handed her the wine glass and smiled at her.

"To great wine and beautiful company." He said, clinking their glasses together.

"To great wine and handsome company." She repeated before she brought the wine to her nose; at first, the smell was so inviting and fruity. She took a sip of the wine, and her eyes closed as the taste consumed her. It was sweet and full. "Sam, this is…so good."

Sam beamed, proud of what his family had created. "We are pretty proud of it. From what I saw, there was a lot of trying and failing. But this was the end result."

Mercedes looked around, getting a better idea of just how vast their cellar was since she stood above it all. "Okay, so, wine, delicious apples, sweet horses…what can't your family do?"

Sam pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm, weed."

Mercedes snorted in her glass, shaking her head. "Wow…I didn't expect that response!"

"Well, I like not being predictable."

Mercedes chewed her bottom, tilting her head as she looked at him. "Predictable you are not. I can assure you."

Sam stepped closer to her, staring down at her. "I love your laugh."

"My laugh?" She asked, taking another sip of the wine.

Sam nodded. "Yes, it is beautiful. But I am learning that everything about you is beautiful."

Blushing, Mercedes licked her lips as she and Sam stared at each other; she watched as his eyes looked down to her lips, then back to her, before raking over her body slowly. She shivered as he stared at her.

Putting her glass down on the table, she frowned, shaking her head. "Sam…this can't happen."

He nodded, taking her hand in his and pulled her close. "I know."

"You do? Then you realize that I am not going to have sex with you?" She asked.

Sam lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her hand. Before dancing, he kissed up her arm slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. "Does that go for me having sex with you too?" He teased.

Mercedes swallowed a moan as he brushed his lips over her shoulder. "We should think of something like…sports…"

Sam nodded. "Of course." His lips kissed her collarbone. "Is this considered first base?"

"Sam…" She whispered as his knee moved between her thighs.

"Yes? I am all ears." He gently spoke as he peppered and kissed across her breast to her other shoulder.

"I told you we can't do this."

He nodded, wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting her up against him. "I know I am agreeing with you."

"We are just so different." She stammered, placing her hands on his shoulder to steady herself.

"I know," Sam said, nodding his head as she continued. Her hands wrapped around his neck as he carried her to the counter, running up his back. His lips ghosted her lips as his hands kneaded her ass.

Mercedes whimpered. "And so we have to lock up what happened last year and just never revisit it."

"That makes total sense; you go your way, I go mine, and we meet from time to time when I give Cam horse riding lessons." He said, removing his blazer.

"Exactly." She said, staring at him as he moved back to her, allowing his lips to brush against hers.

"Sam… We just…" her voice caught in her throat as he lifted her right leg and removed her heels, kissing a trail up from her calf to her thigh, making Mercedes tremble when she moved to her left leg, doing the same thing.

The sounds she made with each kiss went right to his shaft, and he knew she was wet just from the smell of her arousal.

"I am listening, Mercedes." He teased seductively as he stood moving between her thighs.

"We just…ummm… just…" She was growing more and more anxious, needing some friction, some release. She needed him.

Running his hand up her thigh, his lips went to her neck. "We just what? I am all ears, baby girl."

"We umm just…be friends." She said closing her eyes.

"Best friends." Sam hummed, running his hands up her waist and moving to her breast.

Mercedes ran her hands down his chest, tugging at his shirt. "Now that we cleared that up." She hissed as he tugged at her nipples. "We should go back to the party."

Sam nodded as she pulled off his shirt. "I will follow after you." He whispered into her ear, sucking on her pulse point.

Mercedes melted into his arms as he pressed himself into her. "I will require one more dance with you before you leave." He said, grinding against her.

"Oh. I can… I can do that…" She moaned against him, unsure she could resist him anymore. Mercedes swallowed hard; he was turning her on to the point she was dripping. "Sam."

"Yes?" He asked innocently as he pulled down her dress, exposing her beautiful breast and using his tongue to toy with her nipple before bringing it between his lips.

The soft moans she made encouraged him to keep going as he moved his hands behind her and unzipped the dress. "Mercedes, you are gonna have to speak up; I can barely hear you." He smirked.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he feasted on her breast, wanting to drag everything out of her that he could. He gently bit down on her breast before running his tongue over it to soothe it.

"Sam…please." She hissed, wrapping her thighs around him.

Moving up to her, he nipped her ear. "Uh uh, if you want more, you know what I wanna hear."

Mercedes licked her lips, hesitating as he traced her inner thigh with his fingers. "Oh this can not happen…Daddy…"

The twinkle in her eyes told him everything he needed to know: she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. "So damn sexy." He murmured as he kissed his way to her lips, and she returned it with fever, kissing him as if she needed him to breathe. She needed him to survive, and it was clear he felt the same way with how desperately he kissed her.

His fingers tugged down her dress. "Up." He said against her lips, moaning as she sucked his tongue. Helping her to lift her hips, he pulled her dress off completely, and his eyes widened as he looked at her. "Naughty girl…no panties?"

She blushed, shaking her head, sitting on the cool counter naked in front of him. "Apparently, wearing this dress, it was important not to have panty lines, and well, I don't wear thongs."

Sam growled, letting his finger run down her body, toying with her breast before it slipped and teased her clit. "Beautiful, sexy…dangerous woman."

"I never got that song until this moment." She moaned, moving against his finger.

"What song?" Sam asked in her ear.

"It's ummm." She exhaled as he sucked on her pulse point. "It's called Dangerous Woman."

Sam ran his finger down her slit and nipped her lips. "I don't think I know it…sing it for me."

Sam…" She whimpered. "What? Now?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yes." He said, pushing a finger inside of her. "Sing for me."

Mercedes stared at him, placing both hands on his shoulder as he gave her his signature smirk.

"Daddy asked you to sing for him; what's the hesitation?"

She hadn't done it in a while but gladly would, so what she was feeling didn't stop. She started to hum, but Sam shook his head, kissing a trail from her neck to the top of her breast. "Uh uh, sing it like you mean it. Like you feel like a dangerous woman." He said, lifting her so he could move to his knees.

"Something about you…" She started as Sam's lips began to trail up her thigh. "Makes me feel like a Dangerous Woman."

Sam smirked, blowing on her clit as she continued. "Something about you." She breathed as his tongue licked her from slit to clit. "Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't…Oh God!"

Sam sucked on her clit, throwing her thighs over his shoulder as she tried to close them. Mercedes let her head fall back as she gripped the counter's edge. "Oh God…OH GOD YES!" She screamed out as he moved faster.

"Cum for Daddy; I wanna feel you come around my tongue."

Her body convulsed as she came against him, tugging at his hair, toes curling, eyes rolling in the back of her head. It was no mystery to her why Sam had so many admirers; his tongue was a weapon of pleasure for sure.

As she came down from her orgasm, Sam kissed a trail back up her body, nipping her bottom lip before moving away from her.

Mercedes blinked a few times, coming down as she watched Sam look for his shirt. "What…what are you doing?"

"We need to get back upstairs," Sam said, standing.

Mercedes reached for him, pulling him back to her. "I am not done with you yet, Daddy." She said, wrapping her arms around him.

Sam stared at her, removing her arms from around her neck. "Mercedes…I want you more than you can know. But I know you want more than I can offer you…you want relationships and dates."

"And you just want to fuck me and leave me?" She asked, staring at him.

"Honestly, I want to want that." He ran his hand through her hair. "You intrigue me…one night was all it took for you to make me want something more…but I look at you and Cam, and I know I am no good for you. I have never been in a relationship. I have never…"

Mercedes pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply as she wrapped her thighs around him. "Then let's just have tonight."

"Babygirl, you know that it can't be just one night because the moment I get inside of your perfect pussy…I'm home."

Mercedes's heart raced at his words as her hands went to his pants, removing the belt. "Then come home, Daddy…" She whispered.

Sam couldn't understand what changed in that moment, where she went from a woman he just wanted more than others to a woman he had to have, but he had to have her, and for that reason, he knew he couldn't sleep with her. She was so much more than the women he hooked up with.

Stopping her hands, he stared at her. "I can't. I want to explain, but you need to get dressed," He said, grabbing her dress and helping her off the counter. Helping her get dressed, Sam smiled, taking her hand in his. "Come with me."

She raised an eyebrow. "Another location?"

"You trust me right?"

Mercedes smiled. "I suppose I do at this point."

Sam kissed her forehead as he led her out of the back of the Wine Cellar and out to the back of the farm. Sam stopped her, removed her shoes, and picked her up. She squealed excitedly.

"Sam! What are you doing?"

"Your shoes would have sunk in the dirt, and I couldn't let you walk barefoot." He stopped in front of a beautiful pond that had a porch swing in front of it for seating. Placing her on the swing, he sat next to her and put her shoes on the ground.

"Okay, Sam, we are here, in this…beautiful spot; what's up?"

Sam laughed. "My dad had this swing built for my mom when she was pregnant with Stevie; she would come out here with him or me…"

Mercedes stared at Sam for a moment and smiled, looking out into the pond. The moon lit up the sky, and the moment was close to perfect. As they swang, Sam took her hand in his.

"If we were gonna talk, we needed out of that room because I was about to fuck you into the wall."

Mercedes blushed. "Why didn't you?"

Sam looked out into the water. "Mercedes, I am someone who likes sex and hates drama. I have sex, and I leave. I don't go back for more, and I don't repeat. I have had sex with a lot of women, and never have I had this problem. I liked my life, but you, I don't want to just fuck you; I want to know you, I want to kiss you, I want to take my time with you."

Mercedes smiled. "You want to date me." She said looking his way.

"I don't date. I never have had one. I don't take women to the movies, and I don't take them out to eat. We meet, we fuck, and I go on my way. I'd be very bad at dating."

"Why? This could very well be a date. We had dancing, wine, and making out, and now we are looking out at the water and talking. It feels like a date to me."

Sam looked at her, studying her features, and he knew deep down that everything she was saying was true. "Mercedes…" He said in a warning tone.

'I'm grown enough to know not to get attached, but I'm also brave enough to see where this goes… who knows, we'll have our fun, and things will end peacefully. We'll get some really hot sex out of it." She replied. "Besides, for someone who doesn't repeat, you've been begging to get more from me."

He smirked, pulling her onto his lap. "If memory serves me, you were the one that was just begging."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. "Well then, Daddy, it seems you have a decision to make."

Sam smirked, his hands caressing her back as he stared at her. "I think we both know the decision has already been made, baby girl." He whispered, nipping at her lips.

She smiled with a nod. "Still need you to say it."

Sam stared at her, his pulse racing in a way he wasn't accustomed to feeling. "I want to see where this leads."

"I do, too." She said, closing the distance and kissing him passionately.

Sam's hands gripped her tightly as he moaned into the distance, pushing his tongue between her lips, taking more from her, needing more from her.

As Sam and Mercedes sat on the swing, making out in the moonlight, they were blissfully unaware of the audience they had gained.

Stevie had walked out of the building, needing to make a phone call, when he heard giggling. His first thought was someone from the party had found the pond, and considering it was off limits to guests, he had no problem interrupting the trespassers, but color him surprised when he realized it was Sam and Mercedes.

Texting Stacey, he stood there, watching Sam carry her to the swing, and the two talk. As Stacey reached him, she had Jane and Santana in tow and a nosy Rachel, who was annoyed that Stacey cut their conversation off.

Stacey looked at Sam and then towards Stevie with a wide grin. "It seems Sam is more like Dad than he thought."

Stevie nodded. "Damn, I wanted to get at least a taste before Sam realized how much he wanted her."

"Y'all do realize that, that is not Sam Evans sexual beast right?" Santana questioned. "I have never seen that man so much as kiss a woman on the forehead in public. Whatever she got between them thighs must be gold."

Jane smiled. "Let's go back inside and give them some privacy."

Santana sighed. "You know, one of these days, I am gonna corrupt you into being just a little bit more reckless."

Jane eyed her, giving her a knowing look. "Around you, I am plenty reckless, Santana. You know that."

"Damn straight, I do. Let's go tell Q we are leaving; you are about to be very indisposed."

Jane giggled, shaking her head as Stacey waved her hand towards them. "Don't bother; I saw her and that Mike guy go off into a corner somewhere. Pretty sure she's being very reckless her damn self. But more power to her, that man is fine as hell."

"And that's my cue to leave. I am gonna go find Kitty; she is always down for a good time." Stevie said, looking back out to Sam, who was currently laughing as he nipped Mercedes's lips. "Damn fool went and fell in love." he shook his head, walking away.

Stacey smiled happily as she shooed Santana and Jane away. Leading them back into the building.

Rachel, who had shot a text to Harmony, stood there waiting for her friend to arrive. As she did, they both looked on in disgust.

"Can you believe how she is throwing herself at him? I knew something was going on with them the other day, but this?" Harmony whined. "Sam was supposed to be mine! He told me! That if he were the settling down type, I would be the perfect woman."

Rachel shook her head. "The Evans are trouble, all of them; Stacey is still trying to take my husband from me, had him helping her lift boxes, we all know what that means!"

Harmony folded her arms across her chest. "I am going to make that woman regret getting in my way. And I am gonna make Sam see that I am the right choice. I love him."

Rachel snorted. "You love his dick, not him. Let's clear that up."

"His dick, him, same thing in my book." Harmony shrugged. "I think it's time she met all the women he slept with. It's time for Mercedes to learn that Sam is only after one thing; he just wants her because of the chase."

"Hey, you two loca bitches." Santana said, sneaking behind them. "First off, Stacey doesn't want your man; he wants her. I heard him begging her for a taste, so you need to deal with that hobbit. And Psycho May, news flash, not only does Mercedes know that guppy lips over there is a hoe, he tapped that ass last year and still wants her. So leave them alone, or I will become your nightmare, and just so you know, high school me ain't got shit on grown ass woman me, okay?" Winking at them, Santana walked away, leaving both women standing there with their mouths hanging open.