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She Who Rides Cowboys Saves A Horse: Part Three
Mercedes shifted, feeling the warmth of Sam beside her. As she snuggled closer, she sensed a firmness against her stomach. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips, and she playfully pressed herself against him, hoping for a reaction. Despite her efforts, he remained still. Undeterred, she tried again, eliciting a grunt from him.
Opening one eye briefly to meet her gaze, he muttered, "You do know you can just touch it; I'm obviously hard for a reason," He said before closing his eyes once more.
Mercedes' grin widened, a flushed excitement creeping down her throat. Her pulse quickened, the fluttering in her chest set off by his casual admission. "Don't assume," she purred, her fingers trailing lightly across the bare skin of his chest.
Sam's eyes snapped open at her touch, focusing sharply on her. The playfulness in his gaze was replaced with a dark desire that shot a bolt of heat straight through Mercedes. He grabbed her hand, guiding it down to where he strained against the confining fabric of his pants.
She traced the hard length through the thin material before slipping her hand inside, brushing up against hot skin and the velvet smoothness of him. Sam's breath hitched in response, his grip tightening on her waist as he thrust into her hand. The sound of his pleasure spurred her on as she continued to explore him with an exploratory touch - slow, deliberate, teasing.
His other hand slipped under the shirt he'd given her before they went off to bed last night, finding the curve of her hip, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire on her sensitive skin. He traced a path upwards, stopping just at the underside of her breast, his thumb making slow circles around the outer edge. Mercedes let out a soft gasp, arching towards him as she sought more of his intoxicating touch.
"Eager aren't we…" he murmured against her ear, before nipping at her lobe with his teeth, making her shudder. She could feel the vibrations of his voice against the skin of her neck.
His fingers dipped lower, edging under the lace of her panties, a groan escaping him as he found her wet and ready for him. He traced the slick folds with a teasing touch, stroking and slipping in a rhythm that had her writhing against him. His lips began to trail down from the nape of her neck towards the bare expanse of her chest, leaving open-mouthed kisses over her collarbone and down between the valley of her breasts. Mercedes' breath hitched in her throat, her fingers threading through Sam's hair, guiding him to where she needed his attention the most.
His eyes met hers, a silent question hanging between them, a moment of anticipation that left her heart pounding against her ribs. The intense gaze was followed by a slow, mischievous grin that tugged at Sam's lips before he bent his head again, descending lower over the canvas of her trembling body.
His mouth found the weight of her breast through the soft fabric, nudging aside the lace to expose her. His tongue traced a languid circle around the taut peak before taking it into his mouth. A moan spilled from Mercedes' lips as she arched into him.
Sam's hand continued its gentle exploration, dipping inside the waistband of her panties. His fingers slipped further down, stroking across her slippery warmth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. He broke away from her breast with a soft pop and moved his attentions to the other, while his fingers continued their persistent dance. His thumb rolled over her sensitive bud in a rhythm that matched the flicking of his tongue against her nipple. She whimpered at the dual assault of pleasure, her hips arching up into his touch.
"Sam..." She breathed out his name like a prayer, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath them. He looked up at her through heavy-lidded eyes, a smoky gaze that sent shivers down her spine.
His mouth traced a path down from her breasts, over the soft slope of her stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. Mercedes let out a gasp as his teeth scraped gently against the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her panties.
Slowly, tantalizingly slow, he pulled the lacy garment down her leg, leaving her exposed to him. She could feel the cool air against her overheated skin, making her shiver. But not for long. His lips replaced the chill, trailing a path of heat down her inner thigh. His fingers danced along her folds, tracing the wetness that had gathered there in anticipation of his touch.
He paused, looking up at her with eyes dark with desire, his breath fanning out over her bare skin, making her squirm with need. "You're beautiful, Mercedes," he murmured before he dipped his head low once again.
His tongue darted out, flicking at her sensitized nerve endings before delving inside her. She gasped, a shock of pleasure zipping through her like an electric current. His tongue moved in sinful circles that had her writhing beneath him, clamoring for more.
"Sam," she cried out again, this time louder, more urgent. Her fingers tugged at his hair as she bucked against his mouth, pushing him deeper. He complied eagerly, his hands moving to hold her steady as he devoured her with a hunger that mirrored her own.
His tongue delved deeper, stroking and teasing until her cries echoed in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove him on. His hands moved up, cupping her breasts as he continued his slow torture, pushing her higher and higher until she was trembling beneath him.
"Sam," she gasped one more time, the desperation clear in her voice. "Please…"
He pulled back, looking at her flushed face, her eyes clouded with need. With a wicked grin that promised more pleasure than she could ever imagine, he moved up her body, pressing hot kisses to every inch of exposed skin.
Mercedes whimpered beneath him as he teased her with the head of his arousal, sliding it tantalizingly along her folds before pressing against her entrance. He held there for a moment, savoring the anticipation before he thrust inside.
She cried out, arching into him as he filled her completely. He stilled for a moment, buried deep within her, his eyes locked on hers as he drank in her pleasure. Then slowly, agonizingly, he began to move. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, each thrust getting deeper and harder as he set a rhythm designed to drive her to the edge.
Her breath hitched as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that mirrored the intensity of his thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each movement fueling their desire for more.
As Sam picked up the pace, Mercedes clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she held on for the wild ride. She could feel the tell-tale signs of an impending climax building in her core and she knew by the way his body tensed that he was close too.
The room filled with their frantic pants and pleasured cries as they approached their climax together. Sam's thrusts turned more erratic and without warning, she felt him push deeper inside her, triggering an intense wave of pleasure that sent her spiraling into oblivion. Her body convulsed as she came, her cry echoing around the room as she clung to Sam.
His rhythm faltered as he felt her tightening around him and with a few more desperate thrusts, he found his own release, his shout of satisfaction intermingling with hers. His body shuddered as he emptied himself inside her, making her gasp and quiver beneath him.
Exhausted, Sam collapsed onto her, his heavy breaths ghosting over her neck while they both tried to recover. Mercedes wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as the after-shocks of their climax rocked through them.
Neither of them spoke. There were no words needed. Instead, they allowed the silence to envelop them in their intimate bubble - a testament to their shared pleasure and their deep connection.
Slowly, Sam raised himself on his elbows, peering down into Mercedes' lust-clouded eyes. He traced a finger over her flushed cheek, his touch gentle and comforting after their frenzied encounter. "You okay?" he whispered, a note of concern seeping into his voice.
Mercedes looked up at him through half-closed eyes and nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. Her body was still reeling from the intensity of their lovemaking, but she'd never felt more alive. "More than okay," she assured him, her voice barely above a whisper.
That answer seemed to reassure Sam, who let out a sigh of relief and dropped his forehead onto hers. Their breaths mingled in the close proximity, a reminder of the passion they had just shared. With a content sigh, he rolled over onto his back, pulling Mercedes along with him. They lay there in silence, the only sound being their combined heavy breathing.
Mercedes positioned her head on Sam's chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat as it began to slow down. His arm snaked around her waist,drawing her even closer to his warmth. The feel of soft skin against rough stubble sent a pleasant shiver down her spine, making her sigh contentedly. His fingers traced lazy circles on the small of her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
As if on cue, rain began to patter against the window pane, adding a soft lullaby to the blissful tranquility that cocooned them. Mercedes found herself lulled by the steady thump of Sam's heart and the calming rhythm of the rain. "You know," She said, turning and looking up at him. "It's what... six in the morning?"
Sam looked at her amused. "Something like that."
She smirked. "And I bet everyone's wondering why you're not at work."
Mercedes couldn't help but giggle at the look of panic on Sam's face as she teased him about skipping work. It was obvious that he was a responsible and dedicated employee, so the idea of him goofing off on a weekday morning seemed absurd.
With a chuckle, Sam rolled his eyes playfully and gave her a gentle shove. "Hey, I take my job seriously," he protested with a grin.
Mercedes raised an eyebrow in mock disbelief. "Is that so? Because from where I'm lying, it looks like you take other things pretty seriously too," she said with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.
Sam laughed and pulled her closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Well, certain things may have just become more important than my job," he admitted with a smile. "Sex, not you."
She rolled her eyes. "And you say I have a knack for ruining moments." She quipped, trying to move out of his embrace but he held her tighter. "Uh-uh, I got work to do."
He smirked, moving on top of her. "Is that so?" he countered, pinning her beneath him. His eyes twinkled with mischief. "I'm afraid I can't let you go just yet."
She sighed dramatically, but the corners of her lips were quirked upward into an amused smile. "Sam, really, you're going to get me in trouble," she teased, playfully slapping at his chest.
He caught her hand effortlessly and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss onto her knuckles. "I guess we'll both have to face the consequences then," he murmured against her skin, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
She laughed, pushing him gently. "You can't use the weather as an excuse, Sam! The world doesn't stop because of a bit of rain."
"Maybe it should," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips with his.
Mercedes giggled against his mouth, pulling away just enough to tease him. "If every man was as easily swayed by the rain as you," she warned playfully. "Nothing would ever get done!"
"I think I could live in a world like that," he confessed softly, tracing her jawline with his thumb. His grin widened at the beautiful flush that spread across her face.
"You're hopeless," she said with a shake of her head, but there was no malice in her words.
"That may be true but I remember someone talking a big game about her skills and I have yet to experience it." He challenged, settling between her legs. "Besides, I'm allowed one sick day a year."
She swallowed back a moan as he pressed against her core. "Are you using that day today then?" she asked, her heart pounding as she wound her legs around his waist, teasing him. Her voice was hushed, filled with a sense of urgency.
"Depends," He responded, his voice low and husky. Their faces were so close now, their lips almost brushing but not quite. "Will I have the pleasure of your company?"
Mercedes laughed again, a thrilling sound that made Sam's heart flutter in his chest. "I suppose I could be convinced," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She traced a finger down his chest, her touch electrifying.
"How do you propose I convince you?" he asked, capturing her finger in his hand and gently kissing the tip.
"Well…" she began coyly, pretending to consider it. "I think you'll have to come up with something rather compelling."
Sam chuckled at her playful tone and tightened his grip around her. "Believe me," he murmured into her ear, his voice a tantalizing whisper, "I am more than up to the task."
Mercedes met his gaze, her brown eyes gleaming with pure anticipation. "Well then," she challenged, her voice light and teasing as she brushed a loose strand of hair from his face, "Show me what you've got, cowboy."
With that invitation, Sam leaned in to seal their lips together. The kiss was slow and heated, a promise of what was to come. He ran his hand through her silky tresses, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them.
"I think I'm starting to get your point," Mercedes breathed out when they broke apart for air, her eyes glassy with desire.
"That's only the beginning," Sam promised huskily, pressing another kiss along her jawline. He felt her squirm underneath him in anticipation as he worked his way down her neck.
"Well," she sighed contentedly as Sam continued his affectionate assault. With every touch, she felt herself becoming entranced, lost in the rhythm of their entangled bodies. "I'm eager to see how this story unfolds."
Sam gave a low chuckle, his breath ghosting over her skin and sending shivers down her spine. "Aren't we all," he murmured, his words muffled against her skin. He kissed his way down her collarbone and shoulder, each touch leaving a searing imprint.
Mercedes let out a soft moan, melting into his touch as his hands explored the curves of her body. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched up to meet him.
"Dude, the fence broke and-"
Sam cussed, looking over his shoulder at his brother. "Do you knock?"
Stevie smirked. "Didn't think I would need to, besides pop sent me after you…"
"I'm sure he did," Sam snapped, his green gaze challenging Stevie. His younger brother, ever the messenger for their father, had an unruly head of hair and a penchant for bad timing.
Stevie's smirk widened into a full-blown grin as he leaned against the door-frame, neither apologetic nor embarrassed. "The cows are all over the place," he reported with an air of detachment that only irked Sam further.
"GET OUT!" Sam brother shrugged nonchalantly, turning to leave but not without sending a wink in Mercedes' direction.
Mercedes felt a blush creep up her neck as she scurried to rearrange her disheveled clothing, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "Guess we're not as alone as we thought," she said, her voice shaky.
"Not as long as my brother's around," Sam replied gruffly, pulling his shirt back over his head.
Sam sighed, throwing one last longing look towards Mercedes before reluctantly getting up. "He's not going to leave until I go with him." He said, looking around for his shirt.
Mercedes nodded, reaching . "I should probably get going too, we still have a few more things to iron out before the event." She got up and started looking for her clothes.
Sam couldn't stop the low growl that escaped as he admired her. "You could stay… shouldn't take long to get the cows rounded up."
Mercedes smirked, slipping on her jeans. "Are you trying to keep me in your bed?" She asked teasingly. "I know it's been a while but hooked after one time is wild."
Sam chuckled. "Says the woman that came over after getting fingered." He quipped, reaching and pulling her close. "Come back after you're done." He added, kissing her deeply.
Mercedes moaned, biting her lip when he pulled away. "So demanding."
He just gave her a wry grin, his gaze unwavering from hers. "Someone has to be," he replied, his voice low and husky. He leaned in for another kiss but their moment was broken by the car horn blared from outside the house.
"Guess that's my cue." She said, pulling away reluctantly and she shot him a playful smile over her shoulder as she headed for the door herself, adding, "Don't take too long with those cows."
"Eager little thing you are." He joked, following her out of the room.
Mercedes slapped his arm playfully, laughing. Sam caught her hand, intertwining their fingers as they walked towards the car waiting outside. "See ya," he said softly, leaning in to press a quick kiss on her lips before letting her go.
As Sam slid into the passenger seat of the waiting car, he watched Mercedes through the window for long moment. A smirk tugged at his lips when she looked over her shoulder, their eyes locking before she looked away– her figure growing smaller and smaller in the dusty driveway until she'd completely disappeared from sight.
Stevie, who had been watching the entire spectacle from the rearview mirror, let out a snort. He revved the engine, kicking up a cloud of dust from the gravel driveway.
"Man, you're so whipped," he said with a chuckle, drawing an agitated glare from Sam. The older brother rolled his eyes at the comment but didn't deny it. Stevie continued to laugh, shifting gears and steering the truck towards their vast farmlands.
Mercedes smoothed out her clothing as she made her way to the main house. She couldn't stop the grin on her face as she thought about their morning activities; her heart pounded with a mixture of desire and anticipation for her return to Sam. As she walked, the mid-morning sun caught the oblique angles of the old country house, casting elongated shadows and bathing the surrounding apple orchard in a golden hue.
Arriving at the main house, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair, trying to tame the wild waves. She looked up to see Mary on the porch, sitting as if she were waiting for her to show. When she looked up and saw Mercedes, her face showed relief and worry around the edges as she pushed herself off the rocking chair.
"Mercedes, thank God." she greeted, waving her hand frantically. Mercedes looked at the woman before quickening her steps.
"Is something wrong?" Mercedes asked as Mary grabbed her arm and led her around the porch through the back.
Mary placed her finger to her lips, signaling for her to stop asking questions. "You need to go shower and get dressed, immediately."
"Wh-what?" Mercedes started but stopped when she heard a familiar sound. Her ears perked and her heart began to race. Peering over Mary's shoulder she could none other than her father, sitting and chatting with Jack.
Shaking her head, she slowly started to back away but Mary stopped her. "Go do as I say, child!"
Mercedes, caught in a state of panic, could only nod as she bolted past Mary and into the house. She raced up the stairs two at a time, her pulse pounding in her ears. Her father's announce appearance was a surprise she was not prepared for.
As she turned the shower faucet on, Mercedes' mind raced as she replayed the morning's events. If her father found out that she had slept with Sam, he would surely deem her the biggest disappoint and cut her off indefinitely. A shiver passed through her as she stepped under the hot spray of water. She tried to soothe her racing mind, assuring herself that there was no way her father would find out about her and Sam, at least not yet.
She played every scenario over in her mind before coming to the conclusion that if he were to stay longer than a day, she would have to ignore Sam. Anything not work or event related would have to be put on the back burner until he left. She stopped, her thoughts all colliding at once, but what if he's here to take her home? What if Marie was able to convince him to end her punishment early?
She could go home, she could go back to her friends and the city and… she stopped. Her heart sinking, she would have to go home and be in the city and… she'd have to leave Sam.
Mercedes sank to the shower floor, water cascading over her body as the realization hit her. She was torn between two worlds. On one hand, there was the life she'd always known—filled with her friends, the bustling city, a blossoming career and yet, empty without the touch of nature and of course, Sam. On the other hand was this new life she'd adopted here in the quiet countryside—a life simpler, peaceful, and with Sam and with Evans Ranch.
A knock on the bathroom door jolted her out of her thoughts. "Mercedes? You okay in there?" It was Mary's voice, soaked in worry.
"Yeah," Mercedes called back. "Just... just a moment." She rose to her feet and quickly finished her shower.
As Mercedes dressed herself in a simple pair of jeans and orange blouse, she pondered over her situation. Her heart clenched at the thought of leaving Sam behind if she had to return to the city. The time spent with the Evans had grown into something truly precious, a haven she hadn't known she needed until she had it. The life she'd led before paled in comparison to the simple joy that being with on the ranch brought her. If it came down to it, would she be able to make the choice? Could she leave? Would she leave?
With a deep sigh, Mercedes stepped out of her room, her heart heavy. She walked past Mary who was still hovering around the hallway and descended the staircase. As she entered the living room, her eyes met with her father's.
"Mercedes." Joe said, looking at his daughter.
"Daddy," She replied, clenching her hands beside her. "Wh-what brings you here?"
"I came because Marie told me I had no choice, imagine my surprise when I arrive and you're nowhere to be found."
Shifting , she cleared her throat. "Well, I had an early morning… that is why you sent me here." She responded defensively.
Joe crossed his arms, peering at his daughter. "Early morning or a late night?"
She blinked looking at him before looking towards the window. "Does it matter?" She asked, "You're here because Marie yell and used the fact that she was pregnant to appeal to your humanity- let's just skip to the part where you lecture me about being an embarrassment or not living up to the ideals you set in place."
"It's comical really. You assume I'm here to lecture you about what you're not doing and a part of me was."
She looked at her father confused. "Was?"
Joe nodded. "Jack and Stacey have been singing your praises all morning. Told me how hard you've been working and that you're even helping them with this event, this Evans Ranch Extravaganza."
"They did?" She asked.
"Mhm, even told me that you said that if it's not a success you'll make sure they're covered." Her father answered, stepping closer. "That's the daughter I raised." He said proudly, offering her a warm smile.
"S-so you're not here to yell at me?"
"No but I will be here to oversee the event, in fact I told Jack here that I would like to invest. I property like this is great to have in your portfolio and even after the event, it'll be a good investment."
Mercedes shook her head, seeing the wheels turning in her father's head. He was thinking like a businessman now and she needed to get him to stop talking but before Mercedes could reply she heard the door shut and saw Sam, Stevie and DJ standing there.
His eyebrows drawn together and his lips in a thin line. "I told you this would happen. They're just going to slap some paint on us and then when we're all nice and shiny, they're going to push us out!"
Mercedes stepped forward but when Sam glared at her she stopped. "Sam, that's not what is happening, I made you a promise and I will keep it. No one and nothing will take this place from your family." She said, before looking at her father. "Right daddy?"
Joe looked at Dwight who'd come in through the back. "There seems to be a bit of miscommunication."
Mercedes looked at him, pleading with her eyes. "Daddy, please tell me you didn't lie to me and to these people."
"I never lied, I said I gave them the land back. I never said they owned it."
Dwight looked at his sons before sighing. "Sam-"
His son's eyes were filled with anger and betrayal. "You knew and didn't say anything?" Sam spat out, his voice dripping with venom.
"It's not that simple, son," Dwight replied, his own frustration rising. "We had to make a choice: either let them continue as owners and profit off our hard work, or take back what is rightfully ours."
Stevie's mouth hung open in shock. "Wait, so we don't even own this anymore?" he exclaimed, turning to look at Mercedes with accusation in his eyes. "And you were a part of this?"
Mercedes shook her head frantically. "No, no. I only knew what I was being told," she explained desperately. "When he sent me here, he said it was given back to you. I never would… I know I bought the land but I didn't..."
Sam let out a humorless laugh. "Well, congratulations," he sneered at Mercedes, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "You did your job and repaid your debt - and then some." The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension and resentment as the family faced the harsh reality of their situation.
She blinked, taking a step back. "I-"
"You can leave now, you got what you wanted." Sam spat before storming off.
Mercedes felt an acute pain in her chest, like someone had torn her heart out of her ribcage. She looked around the room, seeing anger and betrayal etched on each face. Her father was silent now, his eyes downcast while Mary was crying quietly in a corner. The weight of their accusations made her feel small and insignificant.
Trembling with rage and hurt, Mercedes gritted her teeth as she turned to her father. "You...you call yourself honorable? This is despicable!" She spat out the words, her voice low and venomous. Her eyes flicker to the Evans, who are watching in shock, before turning back to her father. "You made me feel like garbage and now you're playing with these innocent people's lives? I may have messed up, but I never dangled hope in front of someone just to cruelly snatch it away!" Her words cut through the air like sharpened knives.
Mercedes turned to the Evans, speaking with genuine remorse. "I am deeply sorry for any pain I have caused you. I will find a way to make this right." She said, before sprinting after Sam, her heart heavy with regret and anger towards her manipulative father.
So her daddy full a shit... wow. wow...