A/N: The rating for this story has changed because yes SMUT is in this chapter. This won't be a smutty story, but there will be graphic sex scenes in some of the remaining chapters, not all. I will give a warning when there is inappropriate material, so you can skip over it. I dial it back several notches so it won't be gratuitous. So if sexy scenes offend you, skip Sam's POV and stroll down to Mercedes's POV. Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing but the mistakes. Thanks again for continuing to read this story.
Nine
Sam
After talking to Mike, I feel more confident that I can make love to a woman. I want our marriage to be successful, and I am willing to put in the work to make sure my wife is satisfied in every area of her life. I do believe in the adage happy wife, happy life.
When I walk into our bedroom, I see Mercedes standing in the middle of the room staring at the bed. I close the door behind me to get her attention because I don't want her to think I am sneaking up on her.
"Are you not lying when you say that no other female has shared this bed with you?" she asks me, her eyes remain on the bed and not on me.
"Only Jessica," I say hoping she would laugh and look at me. When this doesn't work, I gently put my hands on her and turn her around to face me. Without thinking my mouth instantly finds her in a sweet and unhurried kiss. I let out an internal sigh of relief when she melts in my arms and kisses me back. And the kiss changes from sweet and unhurried to the magic that happens whenever we kiss. I want to taste more of her. It's as if I am addicted to her skin.
"I need to change," she says and if I didn't know any better, I almost would believe that my bride is nervous. I watch as she grabs her bag and goes into the bathroom.
Unsure of what to do, I try to remember the romance movies that I watched when I was dating Brittany back in high school. I remember that I have champagne in the fridge, so I leave my bedroom and go and get the champagne along with two champagne flutes.
She's still not back by the time I return, so I pop the cork and pour the champagne into the flutes. After dimming the lights, I take off my clothes minus my boxers even though she has seen me naked, I am not that uncouth. I sit on the bed and wait for her.
I don't remember a time when I was ever nervous about having sex. I fidget around on the bed trying to find a position that feels comfortable. Nothing does so I stand up just as the door to the bathroom opens, and my jaw almost hits the floor. I don't know what I was expecting, but I'm not ready for the vision in front of me. She's wearing a red and black silky negligee that barely covers her generous behind. All my barely functioning brain is telling me to do is to take it off of her.
Instead of touching her with hands, my eyes travel up her thick and luscious thighs to her smaller waist and very full breasts. It's her face that almost makes me weep. She has full make up on and that red lipstick on her generous lips. I can't help myself from reacting physically to how sexy and beautiful my bride is. I am harder than I ever have been in my entire life. When she looks down at my erection, she bites her plump bottom lip and I almost melt into the floor.
I can't just stand there looking like a melted idiot. I tell myself as I take a step closer to her, and she does the same. We stop before we are actually touching one another.
I bend down and admire the lips that are acting like a siren's call to me. So red, and full and pouty. As much as I want to kiss her again until her lips are free of all that color, I need to give myself a moment, or the part about pleasuring her first will fly out the window. I decided instead to get the champagne glasses off the nightstand. We clink the glasses together and take a sip. I've never been a drinker of alcohol because watching my dad and my so called mom sit on the couch drinking all day long did a great job of me despising alcohol. However, today is a special occasion, and I want to celebrate my marriage with this sexy beautiful woman that God has blessed me with.
"This is weird," she says right before she tilts her head back and downs the entire glass. My dick likes that, and it wonders what else her throat can do. I don't tell her that though.
I take another sip and put my glass down before I take hers and say, "It doesn't have to be. We're married." I wrap my arm around her and put my hand on her lower back. I pull her to me and bend down to kiss the side of her neck. She moans as I guide her to the bed.
She is surprised when I put her on top of the bed and lay next to her. She has her legs clamped shut, and I gently pry them apart.
"Can I take this off?" I pull on the hem of her lingerie. "It's nice, but I want to see all of you." She nods and sits up. She lifts the nighty over her head, and it falls to the floor.
Her breasts are only inches away. They're as perfect as I've always imagined. I cup one with my hand while I take the other nipple in my mouth. She inhales sharply. My hand leaves her breast and travels down her body until I get to the apex of her thighs.
"Relax," I tell her.
"I can't," she admits. "I've never done this before, and you're a six-foot giant with huge parts."
"You've never done what before? Been with someone so handsome?" I joke. The joke doesn't land because she does not laugh. She doesn't even crack a smile.
She blushes, then takes a deep breath. "I've never had sex before," she says.
I lie there stunned and certain that I heard her wrong. "What? What do you mean you've never had sex before?"
"What do you think I mean?" she says.
"You're a virgin?" There's no way that's possible. She's too beautiful and sexy, not to mention sweet when she's not being judgmental and wrong.
"No duh." She inches closer and homeruns at my chest. "I know the biggest irony is that I'm sleeping with you for the first time. Maybe we should wait, and I'll go find someone else to sleep with first." She runs a hand through her hair as if that's even a remote possibility.
"This is our wedding night and you're talking about—" I can't say the words. Just the thought of her with anyone else makes me want to punch a hole through the wall, and I'm not a violent guy. I take a deep breath and calm myself down. Violence is something that will never be a part of our relationship even in my angered thoughts. I reach over and decide that kissing her will take any thought of another man touching what is mine out of her thoughts. Her tiny hands caress my back while I cup her amazing ass and grind into her. "I promise I'll be gentle," I whisper to her.
"Take off your underwear," she orders, surprising me. I manage to take them off in record time and lie on my back. She looks down at me, and I pull her on top of me. We kiss, and I run my hands down the smooth skin of her back and cup her ass again. I can't help but to want to touch it again because like her breasts, it is perfection.
Our kissing goes deeper and deeper and I squeeze her plump apple behind harder. I roll us over and end up on top of her. She throws one leg over me, and I begin to suck her on her nipples one at a time while she moans and pants underneath me. I kiss my way down from her nipples to her belly until I get between her legs. I look up to find her looking down at me, then I run my tongue over her tasty nether lips.
"Do that again." She orders, and I do. Then I open her up and feast on her like I haven't eaten in days. Her scent and her taste are almost my undoing. I slide a finger inside of her, and she's dripping wet.
"Oh, crap," I say almost to myself. My dick is screaming to be let in, but since this is her first time, I have to make sure she can take all of me, so I use my fingers to gently stretch her while pleasuring her. She is so incredibly tight, and I know there's no way I'm going to last longer than a minute when I get inside of her.
This is the first time I've performed oral sex on a woman. So we are both virgins in that regard. I never thought I'd like it, but I'd live with my face between her legs if I could.
She moans and calls out my name. "Sam," she whispers as her entire body trembles. "Wow, that felt so good."
I climb on top of her and reach inside of my nightstand for a condom. "You're on birth control, right?" She was a virgin, so I don't know why she would be on birth control, but she told me that she was yesterday.
"What?" she asks, still coming down from her orgasmic high.
"Birth control, are you on it?"
"I already told you that I am."
I let the pack of condoms that I had fall to the floor. I was clean. I have to be tested in the league and was immediately tested after finding out about Jessica. I haven't had sex since then, and she is a freaking virgin, so I know she is clean as well, so why would I need condoms if she is on birth control.
"I'm going to go as slow as possible, okay? I promise I'll be gentle. Tell me if you want me to slow down or to stop." She nods, and I slide three fingers back inside of her. She's still wet. I put the tip of my dick at the opening of her slit.
"Aah," she says. She throws her head back on the pillow and closes her eyes. I move another inch, and I have to restrain myself from not pushing all the way inside of her at once. "More," she says, so I give her more. I push a few more inches and stop. I wait for her to get used to me before I slide all the way in.
"You okay?" I can barely get my voice under control. She's soft and so hot that I might explode any minute.
"Yeah. You can move," she says. I thrust slowly and let myself enjoy the journey to the finish line. I close my eyes and live in the moment. Her scent, the taste of her skin as I run my tongue along the base of her neck, and the carnal sounds she makes are things I'll never forget. Then, I remember that I get to experience this as much as possible because she's my wife now.
She starts to move underneath me. With every thrust I make, she answers back with a counter movement. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her. I kiss her as I love her slowly. She comes undone again, and I feel moisture ooze out of her.
Unable to make it last any longer, I come inside of her. My release seems to go on forever. I close my eyes and lose all control of my body as I empty myself inside my wife. She moans underneath me, and I feel her soft hands caress the skin on my back.
Mercedes
Hours later, I'm still basking in the sex glow. It took me thirty minutes until my breathing returned to normal, and I was able to get up. I was sweaty, and I was hurting from Evans's huge dick. After a leisure bath soaking in his jacuzzi tub, I wrap one of his plush towels around me and step out. He's in nothing but his boxers and is putting clean sheets on the bed. He sees me and smiles. I find myself smiling back at him. He takes the towel off me and dries my body. I hand him my lotion and he massages the lotion in my skin.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Just sore," I admit. I thought I'd be embarrassed, but I'm not. Lying here naked with him rubbing my body feels like the most natural thing in the world.
"Come here. I have a surprise for you," he says.
"Put it away, Evans. I'm sore." I pretend to be annoyed and shoo him away.
"Oh, please. I know you can't handle any more of this. Just get in the bed and relax. I'll be right back." He slides out of the bed.
I stretch, and I already know I'm going to still hurt in the morning, but for now, I climb back on the bed and get under the soft down duvet.
Sam returns a few minutes later carrying a tray. There's water and a trifle bowl. He gets in bed next to me and feeds me strawberries imported from London England and cream. Once we're done, he puts the tray on the nightstand, and we go into the bathroom together to brush our teeth.
There are double sinks and he points to one and says, "That one is yours." It doesn't feel strange for him to say that to me. When we're done, we go back to bed. I turn to my side like I always do, and to my surprise, he gets in bed and spoons me.
"What the hell," I mutter as I grab my vibrating phone.
The room is still dark, but according to my phone, it's after nine o'clock in the morning. I rub the sleep from my eyes and blink twice. There are about a dozen missed calls from my mother and Junior. There are several text messages demanding that I call everybody immediately.
The bed is empty and Sam's side is cold, and the apartment is quiet. I don't even hear Jessica. I let out a yawn, then my heart drops at the thought of something happening to Granny. I call my mom, and she answers immediately.
"Mercedes Antoinette Jones," my mother says into the phone. I relax at the tone of her voice. This is her angry voice and not her sad voice, so that means my grandmother is okay. "Where the hell are you?"
"I'm at a friend's place," I say, yawning.
"Friend's place my ass," I hear Junior say in the background. "You went and married that fool and you are at your hubby's home."
My stomach drops. I planned to tell them today. My phone vibrates in my hand and it's a text from my mother with an article titled 'Is Sam Evans Off the Market?'
I put my phone on speaker so I can read the article. There are pictures of us going inside the courthouse and exiting the courthouse zeroing in on our hands, and the rings on our fingers are circled.
My phone continues to alert me of incoming calls and text messages.
"You have two seconds to start talking because the last thing you told me was that he wasn't your boyfriend when we all knew you were lying. My question is, how did he go from a non-boyfriend to your husband?"
"Yes, explain that Cedes," Junior says before I even have a chance to open my mouth to respond.
"Junior, you're not my father so shut the hell up."
"Don't talk to him that way," my mother says. "And answer me young lady. I don't know where I went wrong with you. Why would my only child get married to a man and not even want me, her loving mother at her marriage ceremony?"
"Mom believe me it's not like that, yes we secretly got married, but—"
"Nope. You are not going to tell me over the phone. You are going to explain this to my face. Because I really don't know what to believe, and I can't have you lying to me." I want to tell her she's the one who asked me over the phone. "Get your ass home ASAP and bring your husband with you. You have one hour." She ends the call before I can ask her 'or what.'
"Oh hell," I mutter.
I get out of bed, sore and a little sleep drunk from all the sleep I got last night. I don't remember the last time I slept so well. I go to the restroom and take a quick shower and got dressed. After brushing my teeth and fixing my hair, I leave the bedroom looking for my husband. That should seem strange, but it doesn't. I made my decision. I entered this marriage of convenience freely, and I'm not going to pretend it was a mistake or that I don't want to be in it.
I find Jessica and Sam in the kitchen. He's cooking breakfast while Jessica is sitting in the corner drinking something out of her sippy cup.
"Good morning, you two," I say, as I walk inside the room the aroma of what Sam's cooking fills my nostrils. My stomach growls.
"Say Say!" Jessica gets up and hugs my legs and then goes back to drinking whatever is inside her cup.
Unsure of what I'm supposed to do, I sit at the kitchen island and Sam comes over to me and puckers his lips.
"Um, what the hell are you doing? You look like a fish." I say pushing him away.
"You're supposed to kiss me. Do you not know how to act like a newlywed?" he asks. He puckers again, and I give him the quickest peck in history feeling a heat spread across my entire body. "By the way, the cat's out of the bag. There are pictures, and everybody knows we are man and wife. I had to shut my phone off because it was ringing so much. My dad wants us to visit so he can meet you," he says.
He turns his back to me again before I can respond to any of what he said. He puts a plate of toasted English muffins, eggs, and turkey bacon in front of me, and then puts Jessica in her highchair before serving her oatmeal with fruit.
"That's too much food to eat before I have any caffeine," I mutter. I leave the chair and fill a mug with coffee. "My mom wants us at the house immediately." He nods as if it's no big deal. We eat, and roughly an hour later, the three of us pile in his car and head to my family's home.
"Oh, my Lord, my dad's here," I mutter when I see his BMW. "He's not even on social media, which means my mom had to call him. This isn't good. She never calls him, and he's never shown up this quickly before from one of her summons." I put my head in my hands and began to dread this confrontation even more.
The front door swings open before I make it to the first step. My mother stands there, both hands on her hips. She glares at me like she did whenever I got into trouble as a kid. She angrily gestures to the door.
She slams it once we get in startling Jessica causing her to start crying.
"I'm sorry, baby girl," my mom says. "It's not you I'm angry at." She takes Jessica from Sam and rocks her until she calms down. Junior leans against the wall with his arms crossed as if I'm supposed to be intimidated by him. And Roz is here, too.
My dad comes out of the half bathroom and sees me and opens his arms as soon as he sees me, and I go in for his hug.
"Is this my son-in-law?" He looks up at Sam before he kisses my temple. He offers Sam his hand and says, "I'm Tony Jones. Welcome to the family."
My mom looks like she is a volcano ready to erupt but can't because she has Jessica in her arms.
"Of course, you'd act like this is okay." She hands Jessica to Junior. "It would be nice if you would back me up one time. Our daughter went off and got married to a man she professes to hate behind our backs!"
My dad shakes his head at my mom. "No wonder she went behind your back considering how you act. She obviously wanted to get away from you, just like I did. By the way, how you are acting now proves her point." He side-eyes my mom and then notices Roz and shakes his head again. "Apparently, my type is drama queens," he says to Sam with a wide grin while pointing at both his ex-wives. "Don't pay them any attention."
"Explain yourself, Mercedes Antionette," Mom says as if I'm some child who got into trouble at school and not an almost thirty year old fully grown woman.
"I married Sam yesterday." There's no other way to say it, and the truth is, there's nothing anybody can do about it. Sam smiles when I say this as if he is the happiest man in the world.
"Without telling me he proposed? Without me making sure you haven't lost your mind? This doesn't make any damn sense. You used to tell me everything." I can hear the hurt in my mom's voice, and I want to look away in shame, but I won't. I made this choice, and I'm not going to feel guilty about it.
"I didn't plan on you finding out this way. I fully intended to come over and tell you everything today. I wanted you to be the first to know, I'm sorry you are hurt, but I am not sorry that I married Sam in the world's worst kept secret." I gesture to Sam and Jessica, "I made the choice to be a family with these two, and I don't regret it."
"I don't mind you getting married to someone you love and who loves you, but marrying a man you were acting like wasn't your boyfriend just a few days ago doesn't make any sense. Just tell me why you married him of all people."
Sam clears his throat and speaks up. "She married me because I asked her to be wife," he says, answering for me.
"And why did you ask her to marry you? Do you even love my daughter?" my mom asks, and I groan. Love has nothing to do with this, and I'm fine with that. If anything, it makes this situation a lot less complicated than being in love. My heart is not involved, and that's freeing. Love didn't work for my mom, dad, or Roz. And my grandmother has never gotten over losing her husband who she loved with all her heart. The Jones and Rutherfords didn't do love without heartbreak or pain.
Sam bless his heart doesn't lie because he doesn't reply at all.
"And Mercedes, are you going to lie to my face and tell me that you love him?" Mom cups my face and looks into my eyes. "Love is important, baby. I want that for you."
"Mom, I'm fine with my arrangement with Sam," I say as if that will convince her. "I'm going to help him raise Jessica, and he's going to pay for Granny's rehab and aftercare. Besides, loving someone is not a guarantee of a successful relationship."
Everyone looks around in shock while they absorb my words. "Granny is going to get the best care." When they all continue to stare at each other, I say, "I thought you'd be happy about no longer having to worry about her. You don't have to be stressed about your mother. Granny is going to be treated the way she deserves."
To my shock, my mom starts to cry but she pulls me into her arms. "Oh, Mercedes, you didn't have to do this." She pulls away and cups my face again. "Neither your grandmother nor I would want you to make this type of sacrifice."
"Of course because you two have always done the sacrificing for me. I want to give do this for my grandmother because she is worth it, and when Evans—"
"Evans? You call your husband by his last name?" my mom asked as if I called him a derogatory name.
"It's a thousand times better than the names you called me during our divorce marriage, Melinda," my dad reminds her. My dad walks to Junior and covers Jessica's ear. "Or was midget dick an endearment?"
Roz lets out a snort. "If only it was that big," she says.
"Please stop," Sam says and takes Jessica from Junior.
"Have some class, Rosalind," my dad says.
"Look, Cedes," my mom says. "It was one thing when I thought you were finally getting out of your shell and dating someone who you could bring around the family, but marriage to this man is a whole different animal. You've never even had a steady boyfriend before. I'm really worried about you, baby girl." She looks from my face to Sam's.
"I am fine," I tell her. "One thing about me is that I not only take care of myself, but I can stand up for myself, too because you and Granny were great role models."
At that, Junior takes a step closer to Sam. "If my cousin ever needs to stand up for herself with you, you've already done too much," he hisses. Jessica, who doesn't understand Junior's tone, claps her hands together before reaching for him. He takes her and spins her around the room like an airplane.
"What Junior just said," my mom says. "I will make sure they never find your bones," she whispers. "You screw around on my daughter, and you're going to find out."
Sam holds both hands up before he takes one of my hands in his, and I intertwine my fingers with his. I've never done this with any other man before. I've only ever held hands with my dad and Junior when they would walk me to school when I was a little girl. Holding hands with Sam is so much better.
"I don't care about your past as long as it stays in your past while you are committed to my daughter," Dad says.
"Thanks, Dad," I say, grateful to have him here even though I know he always does and says the opposite of whatever my mother says. If my mom was happy about my marriage, he would be against it asking me had I lost my mind marrying that womanizing white boy. Right now, I don't care about that. Dad pulls me into his arms and hugs me. Once he's done with me, he hugs Sam.
My mom purses her lips in disapproval, and I'm not sure who she disapproves of more right now. Me or my dad, but she hugs me too and kisses my forehead.
"Okay. I raised you to be your own person, but I wish you had talked to me about it first." She hugs and kisses me again. "My baby girl is a married woman." She looks at Sam and opens her arm, and he joins our group hug. "Welcome to the family, Sam. This is your home as long as my daughter chooses to be with you."
She lets us go, but I see tears in her eyes. Right now, I'm sure they aren't tears of joy. My mom is going to talk to me about this marriage when I'm alone.
Everyone in the room takes turns congratulating us, and some of the anxiety I've had in my stomach since I woke up this morning disappears.
"I'm a grandma!" my mom says, taking Jessica from Junior. She bounces her in her arms and says, "Can you say grandma?"
"Gran," Jessica says.
My dad takes her from my mom next and kisses her cheek, but she looks for Sam and reaches for him. He takes her.
"I'm going to make a celebratory dinner for you two," my mom says. "Tony, feel free to leave now. As always, you're a disappointment."
"Disappointment? He'd have to be promoted to be a disappointment," Roz says with a loud cackle.