Gesh, Kesh just outed me! Well, we will see who gets Chapter 5 out faster, won't we? Lol! Ya'll know that this is all in fun! Kesh and I love your reviews and dedication to our stories, and we love reading them. You guys give us hope. Anyway, here is Chapter 4! Enjoy!

Mercedes' mind came back to reality as he looked at her and asked his question again.

"Do you not remember me at all?"

The truth was she did. Kinda hard to forget a night like that. And seeing him again, especially learning that it was his farm that Cameron vandalized, she had to think clearly; she had to move forward as if it hadn't happened.

"I'm sorry, we've met before?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, moving closer to her. "Don't do that; we both know you remember the mind-blowing sex we had."

Mercedes shook her head. "I am sure I would remember mind-blowing sex."

"Oh, you remember." he challenged. "You could never forget how good I made you feel, how many orgasms I gave you."

Mercedes swallowed, shaking her head. Lord, she could still feel her body orgasming over and over and over again. By the time she left, he had given her twelve orgasms. "I think you have me confused with someone else. I am really sorry, but let's get the schedule down; I should get my son home."

Mercedes turned away from him, and Sam moved to stand behind her. "You sure about that baby girl?" He whispered. Sam gently pulled her back to him as he pressed his erection into her back. "You sure you don't remember the way it felt riding my face."

An involuntary whimper left her lips, and Sam continued. "Remember waking up to me between your legs. Then you woke me up by riding my dick."

Mercedes shivered at his touch and words. "Mr. Evans, this isn't appropriate.

"Don't you mean Daddy?" He whispered, leaning down to her ear and lightly nipping at her lobe.

Damn him for making her feel like jelly in the middle of the damn room; she moved, turning back to him to create space. "I umm ahem." She cleared her throat. "So Ten Am Saturday?"

Sam smiled, knowing he got to her. "Yeah. I will see them Saturday and you Friday night; that way, I can go over everything, and we can make sure that we have all the supplies."

"Wait, when did I agree to that?"

"If this is going to work, we need to be on the same page, so I will see Friday night. I'll even bring dinner."

"Mr. Evans! Not that I am agreeing to this at all! But if I did, I would tell you I cook for my child. I don't need you providing food."

"Hey, I can bring dessert…and myself!."

"MR. EVANS!"

"No need to be so formal," Sam said with a smirk. "When you know someone intimately like we do, I am sure we can be on a first-name basis. I'll see you Friday, Mercedes."

Sam walked away as Quinn walked over to her. "Looks like someone has an admirer; I have known Sam almost all my life, and yet I have never seen him like that."

"Like what? We were just talking."

Quinn laughed. "Sam Evans doesn't just "talk" to women. No, he slinks his way into their bed, and now he has his sights set on you, even though he doesn't do women with kids."

"Well, he can keep trying, but he won't get far. It's good to see you again, Quinn, even if it's due to this."

Quinn sighed. "Yeah, my sons have been acting out since the divorce, and Noah moved out, and now, with him in Guam, I am scared that I have lost control."

"Don't worry, I can help if you want me to. I have a friend coming next week, but other than that, I am free anytime."

"Ooo a friend huh?"

Mercedes shook her head, looking towards Cameron. "No, its not like that. Mike is Cam's uncle on his dad's side. He's coming to talk to him about all this."

"Well, hell, send him my way; let the boys get a taste of a real man talking to them. Cause Lord knows, as much as I was in love with Noah Puckerman, in all his sexiness, he was too lenient with the kids. He looks like a frat boy and acts like one."

"I can ask him for sure. He doesn't have any kids, but he has a dance studio, so he's really good when it comes to discipline."

Cameron walked over to her and smiled. "Okay, Mom, I know we have to go. It was nice to see you again, Ms. Fabray."

"If my boys could be half as well behaved as you. I would be so happy." Quinn sighed as she rounded up her boys to be met with groans, telling her to wait.

Mercedes looked at them. "Did your mother stutter? She said get ya'll's behinds in her car now! Make me tell you again, and come Saturday, I'll see to it that Mr. Evans makes you clean the poop out of the stalls."

The boys looked at her to see if she was joking before they filed out of the reception area and to the car.

Quinn beamed. "I am gonna steal that 'cause it's genius."

Mercedes laughed. "Do it, and tell them that I am on speed dial."

"When all this is said and done, you and I are gonna have a girl's night."

Mercedes nodded. "I think you would like my girls. So that's a yes. I will call you later, Quinn."

Mercedes placed her hands on Cameron's shoulders as she led him out of the reception area, feeling Sam's eyes on her as she left. Entering the car, she looked up in time to see Sam winking at her. Shaking her head, she pulled out of the parking lot, not giving him another glance.

Mercedes had a long week; since winter was approaching, everyone was getting sick off of something, which meant it was time for flu shots. Mercedes hated giving shots because quiet as it's kept; she hated when people cried, especially kids.

The one great thing was Cameron made sure to stay on her good side. He did his chores and homework; he was the model son. He did everything to the point that Mercedes considered returning his electronics.

Walking to the kitchen, her phone beeped. Looking at the messages, she grabbed her phone.

SL: Did he show up

JH: Girl, you were supposed to say hi first!

SL: Oh yeah, right

SL: Hey Cedes!

SL: Did he show up yet?

MJ: I doubt he will. The man just wanted to flirt, and I shut his ass down.

JH: But why! You said that man gave you the best sexual experience you ever had.

SL: And we both know you have only been with one man

MJ: This is why I don't wanna talk to you about my sex life.

JH: Merce, we just want you to have some fun, and trust me, with Sam Evans, you will have fun

SL: Makes me wish I went that way. I would have ridden that face all night long!

JH: Yeah, I wouldn't let his reputation

Mercedes sighed. After she had amazing sex with Sam, she talked to the girls, and they realized precisely who Sam was. Quinn all but confirmed it for her.

MJ: Sam was good for a one-night stand, but you guys even said he was good for one good night, and then he never looked back.

SL: Well then you got that good good cause he seems to be stuck on you a year later.

MJ: Not happening.

MJ: I gotta go; I will text you after I put Cameron to bed.

JH: Unless you let Sam tap that ass again.

SL: Sam about to be slapping that ass all night long

MJ: Good night ladies

Putting her phone down, she moved to the dishes as Cameron stood beside her. Friday was pizza night, but Cameron wanted spaghetti; it was his favorite. And after everything that happened, she wanted to do that for him, though a part of her was certain she made it because of the chance that Sam Evans could show up, that she cooked.

"Mom, will tomorrow be okay?"

Mercedes looked over at him, confused. "What do you mean, babe?"

He sighed. "What if Mr. Evans changes his mind and sends me to jail? You said that he could."

Mercedes dried her hands. "Oh Cam, Mr. Evans won't do that. He knows you are sorry."

"Are you sure?"

Mercedes nodded as someone knocked on her door. She already knew who it was; she could just send him away. However, this was a good opportunity. "I am sure, actually, Mr. Evans is coming by just to make sure you know he won't do it."

"Really?!" Cameron said smiling.

Mercedes nodded, sighing as she walked to the door. She looked down at her butterfly pajama bottoms and matching tanktop shirt. She took her hair down from the ponytail it was in and shook her hair out before she opened the door.

"Mr. Evans."

"Evening, baby girl."

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip as she shook her head. That man played way too much.

"Are you gonna let me in?"

Mercedes sighed. "Look, since you are here, I will only let you in; if you talk to Cameron, he's worried you will want to have him arrested."

Sam's eyes widened. "I wouldn't…" She could see his flirty exterior break for a moment, and a concerned look crossed his face. "I'll talk to him."

She smiled. "Thank you. Come on in."

Sam walked inside, brushing against her as he did. She closed the door and walked into the living room. "Hey Cam, Mr. Evans would like to talk to you."

Sam moved to the couch, sitting across from Cameron and Mercedes. "Hey Cam. So your mom says that you are worried about tomorrow."

Cameron nodded.

Sam gave him a soft smile. "You know, I was really proud of you last week. You stood up for your mom; you accepted what you did. You were more mature than those other kids, and your mom clearly raised you right."

Cameron looked at his mom and then back at Sam. "I didn't want to destroy anything. I thought we were just gonna spray paint a prank. And I know that was wrong, but when they started tipping things and destroying things, I told them I wanted to go home."

Sam smiled. "That was a tough thing to do. Standing up to those who are older than you. You are a strong little man, so for doing that."

"Do you really get to ride horses?" Cameron asked him.

"I do; I have eight horses at the farm. We give lessons if you are interested."

Cameron's eyes lit up. "Really! I always wanted to ride a horse."

"Well, if you do a good job tomorrow, maybe your mom will let me teach you a thing or two about riding." Sam smiled.

Cameron looked at Mercedes, and she sighed with a nod. "If we have time. Now, let's say goodnight to Mr. Evans."

"Oh, but Oh! He should stay for dinner." Cameron turned towards Sam. "Mom makes the best spaghetti!"

"Oh, I am sure Mr. Evans doesn't wanna stay for dinner."

Sam smiled. "I would actually really like that. I am starving. And I happen to have apple pie in my car for dessert."

Cameron smiled. "We love Apple Pie! It's our second favorite!"

Mercedes looked at her son, who was excited about Sam staying. "Cameron, how about you get washed up for dinner and add an extra plate to the table."

Cameron smiled. "Yes, ma'am."

Cameron ran towards the kitchen, and Sam and Mercedes stood. Mercedes shook her head. "You should have said no when he asked you to stay for dinner."

Sam moved closer to her. "Oh? Why not? If I had said no, I wouldn't get to spend time with you, baby girl." He pulled her against him, nipping at her lips.

Mercedes frowned, pulling away. "You can't do that! My son is here."

Sam grinned down at her. "What's wrong? Worried you won't be quiet?"

"No!" She said, shaking her head. "We will not be having sex again!"

"Ah, so you do remember me?" Sam smirked.

"That is neither here nor there! You will eat and then leave."

"Is that all you really want?" He said, running his hand down her body.

"Mr. Evans, you will behave!"

Sam licked his lips as he moved closer to her. "We'll see about that."

As they stared at each other, Cameron ran into the living room. "Table is set!"

Mercedes didn't want to admit it, but having Sam for dinner wasn't as bad as she thought it might be. He was sweet and attentive to Cameron; they bonded over comic books and superhero movies. She took a breath, noticing how much Cameron liked Sam, and Mercedes knew he needed that male influence since Mike wasn't close by anymore. His liking Sam was an issue, considering she had slept with him. Sam wouldn't let her forget though, because while he laughed and joked with Cameron, he moved his feet to play footsie with her.

Once dinner was over, she sent Cameron to wash up and get ready for bed as Sam offered to help her. She declined, but he followed her into the kitchen anyway.

"I told you I could do it."

Sam moved to put two plates in the sink as he pressed against her, moving her hair to the side and exposing her neck. "I know; I wanted to help." He whispered, kissing a trail up her neck.

"Mr. Evans, don't do that." She said weakly.

"Why not? Because you like it. Because you want more?"

She turned towards him, her body pressing against him because he had invaded her space. "Mr. Evans."

"Don't you mean Daddy?" He smirked.

"Mr.-I can't with you!"

Sam reached around her and pulled her flush against him. "I think you can." He brushed his lips against hers. "Give me five minutes, and I can remind you of that night."

Mercedes gently pushed him away. "Mr. Evans…" She said, letting her voice trail off as Sam pressed his erection into her.

"My son is coming back in here any minute; I need you to give me space."

Sam nodded, stepping away from her, and as if on cue, Cameron came running out in his Spiderman pajamas. "It's book time, Mom."

Sam looked at them. "Book time?"

"Yes, even at twelve, Cameron wants me to read to him. Honestly, he's only doing it to stay on my good side, but I am going to roll with it 'cause I love that time with him." She smiled.

"Can I read with you guys?" Sam asked. Mercedes was about to say no, but Cameron smiled, bouncing up and down.

"Yes. Please, mom. Please?"

Mercedes sighed, throwing her hands up in the air, knowing she was not about to win this battle. She wiped her hands with the hand towel and followed them into Cameron's room. The Spiderman-decorated room had a feature wall with Miles Morales looking like he was coming at you when you entered the room.

His wall was lined up with literature from Marvel Comics, Naruto, Assassination Classroom, Full Metal, and My Hero Academia Manga (Japanese comic books and series including Harry Potter, Maze Runner, and The Hunger Games. His desk and dresser had his Funko Pops lined up, still in the box.

Sam let Cameron tell him all about the things his mom had got him or his Uncle Mike, who Sam learned, like to teach Cameron how to play baseball and how to dance. Sam really didn't do kids. However, Cameron was at least fun to talk to, maybe because they liked a lot of the same things.

After reading to him, Sam watched as Mercedes prayed with her son and sent him to bed. He followed her out of the room and leaned against the wall.

You know, now I see why your son is different from the other kids around here. You take time to teach him instead of just giving him everything he wants."

"I try to instill in him the right values."

"You read to him and pray with him; he's twelve. Most boys his age are annoyed with their mom."

"Not my son. Yeah, I don't get to read as much as I would like; that's why I cherish nights like this. But I try my best, and that's all I can do."

"I know. It was obvious when you wouldn't let any kids around here disrespect you; I feared for Rachel and her kids."

Mercedes smirked. "That oldest was about to get dropped. I wasn't playing with him. And how those kids talked to their parents. I wish Cam would tell me to shut up or get in the car. I don't believe in beating a kid, but I will whoop a seventeen-year-old ass."

Sam shook his head; there was definitely something about Mercedes that he wanted to get to know. This was far different than anyone he had ever dealt with; he had never had a problem walking away from a woman. Especially if she had kids, Sam was not trying to play daddy to anyone. He loved his freedom; it was everything to him, but somehow she intrigued him.

Mercedes smiled at Sam. "Okay, so I guess I will see you tomorrow."

Sam walked closer to her. "Do you really want me to go?"

"Mr. Evans."

"Daddy." Sam corrected.

Mercedes looked at him, shaking her head. "Excuse you, I will not be calling you daddy, especially in public."

Sam moved to caress her face. "Well then call me Sam. Mr. Evans sounds so formal. And we are anything but."

"Fine, Sam, would you like something to drink?"

"Are you on the menu?"

Her eyes widened. "I most certainly am not."

Sam laughed. "Ok, then coffee will be fine."

Mercedes moved away from him as she went to the kitchen and grabbed two mugs.

"You know, you never had a piece of the pie I brought. It's homemade."

Mercedes looked at him. "You bake?"

"I do. But it's not something many people know about me."

She looked at him with a small smile. "How did you learn to bake? It seems so out of character."

Sam sat at the table as Mercedes sat across from him. "I didn't grow up in a typical household."

Mercedes nodded. "Okay, tell me why?"

Sam ran his hands through his hair. "My dad had me before he was married to Stacey and my brother Stevie's mom," Sam said, unsure why he was okay with telling her this. "But I loved her like my own. She never treated me as anything but her own son. I never knew my biological mother, like my Grandfather before him; my dad got around until he met Mary Dwyer. When I was young, they got into an accident, and I was sent to live with my only living relative, my Grandfather and Stacey and Stevie went to live with their maternal grandparents."

Mercedes reached for his hand. "Oh, Sam, I am sorry."

He nodded. "It was hard at first, but all my grandparents agreed to let us grow up together. Grandma Dwyer taught me how to cook and bake. When I visited them, that's what we did together. They had this apple grove, so that's where I get the apples. We sell them at the farm shop."

Mercedes stood to grab the coffee, "Grab a plate so we can taste this pie you are so proud of."

"Hey, your son loved it, so it has to be good." Sam smiled as he moved to grab a plate, already more comfortable in her kitchen than anywhere else that wasn't his home.

"Let's go to the living room." She said, placing the mugs on a tray.

Sam placed the piece of pie that he cut onto the tray, picked it up, and followed her.

As they set up, Sam looked at her. "So I told you my sob story, tell me yours, where is Cameron's dad?"

Mercedes sighed, turning towards him as she sat. "Well, he was my high school first love named Aiden. And he was also my first. One honestly, my only until you. But when he learned about the baby, he and his family didn't want anything to do with me, well, most of his family. His dad terminated his parental rights and basically bought off my silence."

Sam frowned. "I'm sorry, that must have been hard."

"I had my parents and Cam's uncle Mike, Aiden's brother. Mike was at the hospital when I had him, showed up for his birthdays, and he tried to be there when he got older. And my family helped babysit and helped me get through school."

"Family is important." Sam nodded.

"It really is. I only moved here because my parents retired, my Aunt Roz and her husband live here, and he wanted me to work in his new clinic. It's been an adjustment but a good move. Though Cameron vandalizing things is not something I would have thought would happen."

Picking up the plate, Sam turned it towards her. "Okay, enough with the heavy stuff; taste the pie and tell me it's not the best thing you have ever tasted, or in my case, the second best thing?"

Mercedes snorted. "Do you ever turn it off?"

Sam shrugged, putting the fork near her lips. "Open up, baby girl."

Mercedes shook her head but opened it to accept the pie. She stared at him as she chewed, surprised at how delicious the pie actually was.

"Well?"

She smiled at how anxious he was to know. "It's really good. You definitely know your way around the kitchen."

Sam took a bite himself and then gave her another. He watched her chew, the urge to kiss her taking over as he leaned into her.

"Sam…" She breathed.

"That's the first time you said my name…I like it." He said, caressing her cheek.

"What are you doing?" She asked softly, looking from his lips back to his eyes before she absently licked her own.

He didn't answer her; he just leaned in, kissing her softly, nipping at her bottom lip.

Mercedes' eyes closed as his hand moved to her neck. His kiss reminded her of the night they spent together, a soft moan leaving her lips as he kissed a trail down her neck and to her ear. "Just as sexy as I remember.

Mercedes was about to speak, but his lips went back to hers as he laid her back against the sofa. His hands traveled down her body as she whimpered under his touch.

After a few moments, she pulled back, shaking her head. "Okay, you gotta go."

Sam stared down at her. "Wait, what? Really?"

"Yes. It's getting late."

Sam pressed himself into her thigh. "You feel that? That's what you do to me; you really gonna send me out of here like this?"

Mercedes gently pushed him off of her. "You got hands, don't you?"

Sam stared at her. "I am a grown man; I shouldn't have to use my hand."

She shrugged, standing. "Then get one of your friends to do it for you. But I am not gonna sleep with you." Walking to the door, she opened it. "Goodnight, Sam."

Sam walked to her with a frown. "You're serious?"

"We will see you tomorrow."

Sam ran his hands through his hair and sighed; he was not going to beg a woman to have sex with him. "Yeah, I'll see you."

As Sam walked out of the door, she shut it, closing her eyes. Sam was sexy and had moments of sweetness, but she couldn't get caught up in him; she wouldn't.