I know it's been a minute since I posted this one, so here you go! I hope you enjoy it, as well as the others I have posted.

"Oh, you tried it!" Mercedes laughed as she shoved Sam away from her. They were swimming in Sam's Air B rental home pool. Though all the men were all staying at the hotel, Sam and Blaine decided it would be better to rent a house and hang out with their dates than get caught in public.

Sam reached to pull her closer to him and smiled. "I wasn't trying to cop a feel; I just wanted to hold you; it's not my fault your booty got in the way."

Mercedes smiled. "Oh, my booty is in the way? Maybe I should move it!" She laughed, moving from his grasp and swimming away.

Sam chuckled, swimming after her and diving under the water, grabbing her feet, letting his hands trail up her thighs and to her butt before emerging from the water.

"You are a booty man, aren't you?" Mercedes teased.

Sam nodded as he stared into her eyes. "Oh yeah, that beautiful booty calls to me…and your beautiful smile…those lips…" he trailed off.

"What about my lips?" She asked silently.

Sam licked his lips as he leaned closer to her. "They are perfect…you are perfect, Mercedes."

Mercedes blushed as she wrapped her arms around him. It had been such a great two weeks; she couldn't even lie and pretend that he didn't make her happy.

Sam was a breath of fresh air. After the fair, he showed up at the bar with flowers and asked her for dinner; after that, it was texting, flirting, and dates.

But she still hadn't kissed him. It wasn't that she didn't want to; it was that every time they were close to it, someone or something stopped them.

But now it was just the two of them, and the build-up was messing with her mind. What if he wasn't a good kisser, or he thought she wasn't. Those thoughts caused her to pull away all day.

But right now, how he held and touched her made her want to let go.

"Sam, I-"

"Shhh." He said, placing his hand against her cheek, "I know, but right now, there is no one to interrupt us, and I have been dying to kiss you since the moment I saw you." Without giving her a chance to speak, he leaned in and kissed her lips softly before pulling away and looking at her.

Mercedes stared at him for a moment before leaning in and kissing him again, pressing herself against him as she deepened it.

Sam's hands ran through her curls as his tongue explored hers, pulling her to the side of the pool as his hands gripped her tightly, helping her wrap her thighs around him.

Pressing her against the stairs of the pool, he pushed further against her, grinding as his tongue fought with hers.

"Sam…" She whimpered as he moved to her neck.

"Maybe we should take this inside?"

Mercedes nodded, licking her lips. "I need to wash this pool water off, though."

"Good." He said helping her up and leading her to the bathroom in his room.

Mercedes watched as he turned the water on and turned to her. "I will shower in B's room, and then we can…"

Mercedes was nervous about everything happening, but she loved being around him. "You can join me in the shower. We can keep the swimwear on."

Sam nodded, helping her into the huge shower with glass doors. Pulling her close, Sam lifted her chin, kissing her gently. There was something about her lips that drew him in. Nipping on her bottom lip, he moved his lips down her neck and turned her around moving to her ears. "Let me help wash the pool off of you."

Mercedes shivered and nodded as he grabbed his soap, lathering it up before running his hands down her arms, over her shoulders; he moved the strap aside as his hands moved to clean her.

With his hand hovering over her breast, he exhaled. "May I?"

"Yes." Mercedes breathed. She almost lost herself because she craved his touch; it was an odd sensation that she was excited to have.

Moving his hand inside of her swimsuit, Mercedes fell against him as his fingers pulled her nipple, tugging it at every whimper that fell from her lips. His free hand wrapped around her stomach, pulling her close and allowing her to feel exactly what he was doing to her.

Tugging her straps down, he exposed her breast, turning her to him. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. And I want to make you feel as sexy as you are."

Mercedes hissed, standing in front of him topless. "Sam, what are-"

He placed his lips to hers before pressing her chest against his as he hungrily devoured her.

"Sam…I need you."

Sam wanted and needed her, but he couldn't fully have her, not until he told her the truth about him and how he felt about her. "I know." He said, pressing her against the wall and grinding into her. He couldn't give in, but he could make them both feel good.

Sam stared at himself in the mirror but tossed his shirt and grabbed another. It had been two weeks since the moment they shared in the shower, and he had seen Mercedes almost every day since, but he hadn't been able to tell her the truth, no matter how many times he tried.

The fear of losing her, it was growing bigger each day, but if he gave in before he told her the truth about everything, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Mercedes was like no woman she had ever known. The women in his Kingdom lived to make him happy; they made sure he knew he was the King to be and never wanted to step out of place. When he did talk to them and asked them what they felt, it was always full of diplomatic answers.

Sam always wanted someone he could talk to and know that she had no problem being honest with him, good or bad; she would give him a piece of her mind, and he found that in Mercedes.

She was funny, intelligent and helpful. There was never a dull moment when it came to her, and on top of all of her inner beauty, the woman was gorgeous, and he was falling for her; there was no doubt about it.

"Boys night tonight!" Puck said, walking into the room.

Sam tossed his shirt and reached for his blue blazer. "Can't I have a date?"

"Sam, you can't seriously be still on that Mercedes girl. It's been over a month; haven't you already got into those thick thighs?"

Sam turned towards Puck and growled. "Don't talk about her like that."

"Or what? You gotta hit me? Sam, you are acting like some random dude sniffing around a sure thing. You are the King. Grow a pair, bed her, and walk away."

Sam yanked Puck up and slammed him against the wall. "I don't know who you think you are talking to, but if I were you, I'd tread very lightly."

Puck glared at him. "That girl has you all messed up; maybe I should talk to your father. Let him talk to you about the importance of being a man of your word."

"I am a man of my word!" Sam growled at him.

Puck laughed. "Yeah, sure you are; you are a man currently engaged to a beautiful woman back home, and are falling for some random, or have you forgotten?"

"What the hell is going on here?" Blaine said, walking into the room with Stevie and Finn. Finn moved between Sam and Puck as Blaine shook his head. "Why are you two about to kill each other?"

"Ask Prince Sam! He's so concerned with getting between Mercedes's thighs he has forgotten his duty to the country!"

Sam moved towards him again, but Blaine held him back. "Say another word, and I will behead you myself!"

"Sam, calm down! He's just being Puck." Finn said.

"No, I am saying what we all are thinking! He canceled a meeting with the Prime Minister to take her to get ice cream. You were so distracted during the budget meeting you almost agreed to give that greedy bastard Jesse St, Lame, Duke of Woodiva five million dollars to build a shrine to his loud mouth wife."

Blaine looked at Sam. "He's not wrong, Sam, I think we've all been distracted by these locals, myself included."

Sam ran his hands through his hair. "I've never felt like this before, so what should I just walk away from it? From her?"

Finn frowned; he himself had found a kinship with a woman named Marley, so he understood where Sam was coming from. "Sam it's hard because they don't know us, not really. And we can't tell them, and they can't come with us."

"So what? Am I supposed to walk away from her? Ignore her texts, treat her how every man in her life has treated her before me?"

Puck laughed. "Yes! That's what this was a way for you to pop your royal cherry. Get laid and move the hell on."

Sam started towards him, but Blaine stopped him. "Sam, I know you like her, but maybe pulling away from her could be a good thing."

Stevie raised an eyebrow. "What does Puck mean by pop your royal cherry?"

Sam shook his head. "Nothing,"

"Sam, are you a virgin?" Stevie asked in disbelief. "Are you for real?"

Sam stood tall. "I am the soon-to-be King of Cordova; tell me, Stevie, when would I have had time to do anything? I am watched twenty-four seven, or I am with you."

"But all those women? I mean, I caught you kissing a few women around the Palace."

"They were a fun distraction, but as King, I am only permitted to be with my bride. Having sex with someone from Court would only start rumors the crown does not need. Unlike you lot, I understand what's at play."

"Which is why your brother was supposed to find an easy lay while we were here, which is what Mercedes is, not fall the fuck in love," Puck said looking at him.

"Don't talk about her like that! She is not just a quick anything, and I refuse to walk from her!"

"Sam! Wake up! What do you think staying with her is gonna do? Fuck I know I am an asshole, but I care about you and the crown, so tell me, you are already falling hard for her in a month. We are here for six more weeks; what is gonna happen? You are gonna get hurt, and worse, you are gonna hurt her."

Sam looked at Puck, frowning, the man was an asshole, but he was correct; there was no way Mercedes would be accepted. "Fine. Fine, I will end it." Sam said, shoving everyone away from him.

"Sam…"

Sam stood tall. "I am the soon-to-be King of Cordova. I know my duty; it's done. But what I won't do is hurt her over the phone or via text. I will take her to dinner and break up with her tonight."

"Good, I will come with you," Puck said, smiling.

Sam held up his hand. "No, you won't. Finn will be my guard tonight. For two reasons. One, I don't want to see you right now, and two, you just want to go to her after I hurt her and see if she would be low enough to sleep with you on the rebound."

Puck shrugged his shoulders. "Whether it's tonight or tomorrow at the bar, I am shooting my shot."

Sam's eyes darkened as Blaine put his hand on his shoulder. "Sam, he's trying to get a rise out of you."

"No, I am just saying we never let these hoes come between us."

"Call her another hoe," Sam warned.

Puck shook his head. "You are a pussy."

"And you are fired," Sam said, standing tall.

"Fired? You are firing me? Over that bitch? Really?"

"You undermine me; you embarrass me. Yes, I may not have been fully paying attention, but do you know what I did see? While Jesse was talking, you were back there touching his wife. Should he have seen that, do you know the drama that would have caused?"

"Is it my fault the ladies wanna ride the Puck Train?"

"You are a liability that I can no longer afford. You are relieved of your post, and you will have a ticket at the airport. Go home."

Sam grabbed his jacket and stormed out of his room. Finn followed, and Puck looked at Blaine and Stevie. "Is he serious? Did he just fire me?"

"He's the future King; he can do whatever he wants," Blaine said. "And unfortunately, he's right. If we noticed you and Rachel St. James, then others did too; Sam defended you saying you were keeping her company, but we all saw her give you her number. You gotta go."

Puck glared at them. "I won't go silently, but I promise you that."