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Chapter 12

Sam's POV

Mercedes's band get together was about to get under way as soon as I helped her get things ready for it. I learned a few things about the family as we made our way into the lavish mansion. I looked around at everything. My eyes darting everywhere, seeing all the open space and doors along the halls. "Wow! Mercy you could put my apartment inside of this place more than twenty times!"

Mercy shrugged. "Yeah. It's a complete waste of space. Ballroom is this way." She led me up the stairs and down the hall to an actual ballroom. I couldn't believe it. There was a stage, tables along the walls and a woman bringing in food. "Hey, Lynn, you need any help?"

"Girl, if I let you help me, what would I be getting paid for?" the petite brunette with a round face and hazel eyes asked.

"You deserve help, putting up with all the crap Mommy dearest dishes out."

"We still have to get the rest together, but feel free to arrange it for me. I'll be up in a bit with the last of the finger foods."

"Okay, and when the party starts, you're off duty. Come on up."

When the woman left the room, I looked at Mercy questioningly. "Who is Lynn?"

"She's the maid."

"She doesn't dress like a maid," I pointed out. The woman wore a simple t-shirt and jeans.

"Does she really need to run around in a skimpy little black dress thing? Perverts might appreciate that but not my parents."

I smiled. She did have a point there. You didn't really need a little black dress or any uniform really to be a personal maid. A thought crossed my mind and I smirked, walking over to her and resting my hands on her hips. "I could appreciate it if I could just get you in one. My naughty little maid. I'd drop stuff on purpose just to have you bend over and pick it up." My hands slid from her hips to her ass, grabbing two hands full as I pulled her closer. My lips silenced whatever she was about to say.

"You are nuts, Mr. Evans. I didn't realize you were an ass man."

"I didn't either until is swished into my life!"

Mercedes giggled hiding her face against my chest. I always loved when she got shy like this. It was cute.

"Release your hold on my wifey's ass, Trouty," Artie said from the doorway.

I smacked Mercedes's ass and she squealed before I kissed her possessively. Once she was breathless, I looked over at Artie with a smirk.

"Your ass is just foul! Never trust a trout, my mama told me. Looks like she's right!"

Mercedes turned to look at Artie. "If you don't leave my boo alone I know something!"

"You tell him, baby," I responded, before she wiggled out of my grasp.

"I was talking to you, Sam." She walked over and hugged Artie. He looked over her shoulder at me and winked.

"Oh I see how it's gonna be, Mercy!"

Lynn came back in with more food, and Artie let Mercy go like she had burned him. "Well hello. What's a little thing like you doing lugging up all this stuff? Let me help you. I'm Artie." I rolled my eyes as he worked his charm on Lynn.

More people started to file in and Mercedes was being a great hostess as I stood by her side, getting introduced to my future band mates. They all seemed polite and we all shared small talk as they entered. When everyone to be expected had arrived, I looked at Mercedes with a smile.

"Babe, I just felt like we were an old married couple having some type of extravagant event. All the small talk and introductions."

She just laughed. "This is just practice for that day then, huh?"

It wasn't lost on me that Mercedes had practically said she planned on being an old married couple one day, and I couldn't stop that stupid grin from crossing my features or that full feeling I got in my heart. She said it so casually like everyday conversation, but it had affected just as much as if she'd proposed to me.

"You okay, Sam?" Mercedes waved a hand in front of my face.

"Yeah…I'm cool," I lied. I really wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her senseless.

She took to the stage then, grabbing the microphone. The more I saw her on stages, the more comfortable she looked. It was where she was really at home. Performing. As much as she claimed awkwardness, when she hopped up on that stage she was anything but. It was like she took on another personality. Gone was Awkward MJ the girl I met and in her place was this diva that always knew what to say or what to do.

"Hi, guys, thanks for coming out. I really do appreciate it." Before she could go on, the tiny gathering of people began to applaud. "I'm happy to be working with each and every one of you. We're a team. I want us to write together, play together and just make some really beautiful music. I don't want you guys to see me as Mercedes Jones the diva. I'm actually a dork. I'm Mj, Cedes, Merce. I'm just a girl that likes to sing, so don't be afraid to talk to me."

"Give us a song, Diva!" Kurt shouted from the crowd.

Mercedes laughed and pointed an accusing finger in his direction. "What did I just say?" She was drowned out by the rest of the guests chanting about singing.

"Fine but only if you guys sing too! What song do you want to hear?"

To my surprised the guy with the dreadlocks yelled, "How about some disco!"

His wife elbowed him in the ribs. She was so tiny next to him, but she had a cool name. "You always want disco. Disco is dead, Joseph," Sunshine scolded him.

My girl giggled but agreed. "Just for Joe, I'll bring disco back."

She tinkered with her ipod and then a familiar song started to play. It was Disco Inferno. The way she owned that stage and slayed that song had me unconsciously walking toward the stage. It wasn't until I hit the front where Joe was doing some kind of invisible rope pulling dance and Artie was fanning himself that I stopped. My lady had just given boners to most of the guys in the room the way she jumped around and laid that song to rest. Even the ladies in the room had admiration in their eyes.

"So," she said when she caught her breath, "Who is next? Sam?"

Blush crept to my cheeks as all eyes fell on me. "Damn, Trouty, she called you out! How bout we do this together and I have the perfect song that will guarantee you G.T.D." Artie was overly excited about this.

"G.T.D?"

He leaned in closer. "Get them draws."

"And how do you know I haven't already?"

Artie raised an eyebrow. "I know a starving man when I see one, and you, my man, are starving for it."

My best friend told me the plan and I went out to the car and got my guitar. Mercy's face lit up when she saw that I was going to sing for the first time. Artie and I hopped on stage and instructed her to sit. We grabbed two stools, one for me and one for her. I started playing my guitar as Artie took the first verse, standing in front of Mercedes to serenade her.

On my way to see my friends
who lived a couple blocks away from me (owh)
As I walked through the subway
it must have been about quarter past three
In front of me
stood a beautiful honey with a beautiful body
She asked me for the time
I said it'd cost her her name
a six digit number & a date with me tomorrow at nine

Did she decline? No
Didn't she mind? I don't think so
Was it for real? Damn sure
What was the deal? A pretty girl aged 24
So was she keen? She couldn't wait
Cinnamon queen? let me update
What did she say? She said she'd love to
rendezvous
She asked me what we were gonna do
said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two

The two of us took the chorus together.

Monday
took her for a drink on Tuesday
we were making love by Wednesday
and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
took her for a drink on Tuesday
we were making love by Wednesday
and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday

Artie slid out of the way, allowing me to sing to my girl. The smile on her face seemed to light up the entire room. I licked my lips as we neared the end of the chorus and I watched her eyes travel down to take note of the action. I spared her a wink before I started to sing.

Nine was the time
cos I'll be getting mine
and she was looking fine
Smooth talker
she told me
She'd love to unfold me all night long
Ooh I loved the way she kicked it
from the front to back she flipped (back she flipped it, ooh the
way she
kicked it)
And I oh oh I yeah
hope that she'd care
cos I'm a man who'll always be there

Ooh yeah
I'm not a man to play around baby
Ooh yeah
cos a one night stand isn't really fair
From the first impression girl hmm you don't seem to be like that
Cos there's no need to chat for there'll be plenty for that
From the subway to my home
endless ringing of my phone
When you feeling all alone
all you gotta do
is just call me call me

Artie and I sang the chorus once more adlibbing until the end as Mercedes eyes never seemed to leave mine. They sparkled with something I couldn't quite place. Sitting my guitar aside, I walked back over to her.

"Sam, that was…that was…" She was speechless, supplying a passionate kiss to complete her missing thought. That kiss sent heat coursing through my veins. It practically seared me.

"Darlin', if this wasn't your party, I'd suggest we get outta here," my southern drawl came out, adding to my unintentional seduction.

At that moment, we were caught up in our own world as her expressive brown eyes tried to convey something that I wasn't quite grasping. Mercedes was chewing on her bottom lip as if she was internally debating something. Finally she spoke. "Sammy," she whispered in a way that made my heart melt, "can you stay?"

Before I could answer, Artie clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Sure he can. We're supposed to be hanging out at my place after this anyway." He winked and whispered, "G.T.D. man and I want details."

He went over to the center of the stage. "It's been real guys, and y'all ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the hell up outta here! This party is over!"

"So…uh…I guess I'm staying." I smiled down at my girl.

Mercedes's Pov

Artie and Lynn offered to see that the all the guests left and that the ballroom wasn't completely a mess tonight. I smiled thinking about the pair. They would make a perfect couple. Lynn was sassy and Artie was outspoken. It would be a match made in heaven. I'd have to make a mental note to play matchmaker soon, but my thoughts were cut short when I felt Sam's hand in mine.

The short walk back to the pool house was quiet. I smiled to myself, chancing a glance in his direction. "What are you thinking about?"

"What are you planning, Lady?" he asked.

I shook my head as we walked inside, and heading straight back to my bedroom. "Nothing. Honest. Just I want to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to the sight of your green eyes being the first things I see."

"Well in that case, sweetheart, we should get ready for bed then." His hands went to the hem of my shirt lifting it over my head. Sam let the shirt drop from his hand as he let a finger trail down my arm. He leaned in to give me a peck, but I moved forward when he was pulling away, deepening the kiss. Sam moaned in satisfaction, sucking on my bottom lip. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me so that I had no choice but to wrap myself around him as he made his way to the bed with me in tow. He fell backward taking me with him as I squealed. My lips crashed into his as his hands busied themselves unzipping an unbuttoning my pants. He slid them over my hips only pausing to give my ass a squeeze. "Off," he practically growled.

"So demanding," I commented, biting my lip. Sam snatched my pants down my thighs eagerly, and I helped him get them off, before start to work on his own.

The two of us were clad in only our underwear as we looked at each other. My boyfriend pulled me back on top of him. His hips rose, pushing his bulge against my most intimate place and I moaned moving against him. "This feels good," I said, rocking my hips against him.

Sam was biting his lips and grinding hard against me, making sure that my bliss button was thoroughly stimulated. One of his hands went to one of my breasts as his other hand went to my hip guiding me faster. "Kiss me," I begged, wanting feel his lips on me.

He undid my bra and as soon as it fell away his tongue flicked over my nipple coaxing it to harden before he sucked it into his mouth. I gasped at the sensations I was feeling. I was a goner as soon as he gave a tug with is teeth. The familiar building was coming strong and my hips moved wildly against him. "Come on baby, come for me. Do you need my mouth to help?"

Just the prospect of his tongue working wonders on me had me slipping, coming undone. "Oh god yes."

"Come on, ride my face, Mercy. I wanna taste you, make you fucking come."

After he moved my panties aside his tongue was relentless, exploring to no end, swiping, flicking circling and delving in just the right places. I felt so bad for the death grip I had on his hair, but Sam had my toes curling and my body tingling. The eruption that quickly followed was nothing short of amazing. After I could managed to move, I rolled off of him and noticed his hand working on the bulge massaging himself through his boxers. "Baby, no."

Pulling little Sammy free of his boxers, my tongue ran up and down his length. Sam was so close I could tell by the way he whimpered at just that small action. I was out of my element here, but I'd give it a try as I wrapped my lips around him. I didn't really have to do much as Sam's impatience got to him, moving his hips to thrust in and out of my mouth. My name was on repeat, tripping from Sam's lips after he warned me that he was going to come. I backed off just a little, waiting for him to give me all he had. As he came he babbled, but I picked up on one distinct phrase. "Shit, I fucking love you."

My heart skipped a beat and Sam hadn't realized he'd said it or hadn't realized that I'd heard it. Sam gathered me into his arms and I smiled. "Let's get some sleep." Sam nodded, closing his eyes. When I heard him start to snore, I whispered, "I love you too, Sammy."

Thanks for reading! And sticking with me! My work schedule has been horrible and I've had so many things interrupting my writing! I hope I can update my other stories soon as well!

The song was 7 Days by Craig David.