by Jesse Jordan
I pound her ass, my hips slapping into her over and over while I consider Andrea's beautiful face, she's loving every shock, every inch of my cock going deep into her ass and back out, rubbing her pussy the whole time until we're both gasping, groaning with every stroke, we're both ready to come soon. “Yeah... Joey, that's it, fuck my tight little asshole.... oh papi....”
Her use of Spanish turns me on even more and I kiss her hard, my cock hammering her ass as I go over the edge, slamming into her so hard I hear both of us crying out, Andrea biting my lip while we both come, her ass clamping on the base of my cock and squeezing it painfully as I fill her with my hot cream, fully in this instant.
When she lets go, we're both smiling, Andrea purring happily. “Three times. You made me come three times. I owe you two.”
“You don't need to,” I reply, tasting blood on my lip. I lick it away, smiling. “That was better than I ever imagined.”
“Oh, I do owe you, Joey. But we should get cleaned up, that's the one bad thing about this. Cleanup. Thankfully the washing machine's in here.”
I laugh softly and kiss her lips again. “Go get showered, I'm sure that helps too, I'll strip the bed and start the laundry before joining you.”
“Si, Papi. I love you.”
I growl lightly and feel my cock twitch, still in her ass but softening. “Keep calling me Papi, and you may not be able to handle what you get.”
I pull out of Andrea and she gets off the bed, the dishtowel between her legs to make sure she doesn't cause a mess. At the door she pauses, looking back at me with a naughty smile. “I love you... Papi.”
Mama clicks the box, and I read over her shoulder as I look at the printout one more time. “Okay, so you updated the structural drawings?”
“Yes. Scanned and uploaded.”
“You have the contractor's certificate?”
“Scanned and uploaded.”
“Your PDF form?”
“Submitted.”
“A partridge in a pear tree?”
Mama smiles at my joke, leaning back in her chair. “Not until Christmas, hijo. But if you want, maybe we can get one.”
I smile, patting Mama on the shoulder. “I think we're good, Mama. Let's print out everything for your file folders, and we just have to wait for the men from the fire station down the street and the city inspectors to give us a call.”
Mama sighs, smiling and stretching. “Thank you, Joey. I know you must be tired of dealing with women and our Internet problems.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Mama, I love all of you. So, no, I don't mind helping you out with your issues.”
We're alone in the back room, while in the backyard I can see Maria and Andrea playing with Angel, who's still got plenty of energy after the babysitting job. Apparently, Maria's clients decided to 'treat' Angel with two stadium-sized churros. Just what a four-year-old needs, half a pound of fried dough and cinnamon sugar. So yeah, he's wired, and I'm glad they're playing outside with him in the fading evening light.
Mama turns and watches too while the printer starts spitting out paper, patting my shoulder. “Have I told you again today that I think Andrea is a fine young woman?”
“I know, Mama,” I reply, watching. I swallow, looking outside. “Mama.... what would you say if I told you I've started to think about Andrea as... well, I'm wondering if she'd become mi esposa?”
“Married, huh?” Mama asks, nodding. “What is stopping you from asking her now? You love her, she loves you.”
“I'm not sure,” I admit, watching. “Everything she does, everything she is, she feels perfect for me. I guess I'm waiting on a couple of things. One, I want to make sure that I'm not just caught up in the momentum, what with Rocky's wedding, the holidays, all of that. I don't want this to be a short-term thing for her, even though we've... well, never mind Mama. You don't want to know. And second, I don't want to freak her out, think we're rushing things. Aren't we supposed to, I don't know, take it slow?”
“Probably, but that's okay, Joey. My question is, do you truly love her? With the same sort of love that I still feel for Tomás?”
I nod, blinking as I watch her and Maria talk. “I do, Mama. But what about you? What about Maria and Angel? Who's going to be the man of the house when I'm not here?”
“We'll get by the same way that we got by the past three tours,” Mama says with a laugh. “Joey, we're not helpless. You've taken good care of your family, but that doesn't mean you have to sacrifice your future happiness to give Maria and me a roof over our heads.”
I laugh, nodding. “Okay Mama, we'll see how it goes. In the meantime, I have a plan to handle problem number two.”
“Oh? What's that?”
“Make enough money as a guitarist that I can buy a ten-bedroom mansion. Then you and Maria can each have your own wing of a house, all to yourselves if you want.”
Mama laughs and kisses my cheek, giving me a hug. “Te amo, hijo.”
“Te ama, Mama.”
I hug Mama until there's a loud knock at the door. “Hmm... wonder who that could be?”
Chapter 17
Andrea
Watching Angel charge after the soccer ball that I just kicked across the wide yard, I feel an instinct building inside me that I didn't think would kick in for another few years. I wonder what it would be like to have a child of my own, and even though I know Maria has struggled as a teen mother, she looks happy as we watch her try to get the ball back. “Don't you feel bad that we're basically playing fetch with your son?”
“What do you mean?” Maria asks, kicking the ball after Angel brings it close enough, sending him running towards another far corner of the back yard. “He likes chasing the ball, it gets him running, and we're enjoying ourselves. What is there to feel bad about?”
“Good point,” I counter, kicking the next ball. “So how was babysitting?”
“Good, but I am looking forward to being open here instead. I'm getting enough of a client base now, that sometimes both Mama and I are at different houses, and I know I'm passing up clients. Unless I can talk you into doing babysitting for me too. What do you say, I can give you ten dollars an hour?”
I laugh, nodding. “Tell you what, keep me as an emergency third option, and I'll take it. But only if Teresa promises to teach me cooking. She was supposed to the other day but... well, you saw what happened to my website.”
“Your website comes first,” Maria says, kicking the ball. Angel's tiring from this game, and he doesn't chase the ball as hard, going instead over to the strider type bike that he has to roll around the yard on that. “I totally get that.”
I shake my head, thinking about the feelings going through me since this morning. My ass is still pleasantly sore, Joey was strong but not too rough, and honestly, it's the best anal sex I've ever had. Still, I'm not planning on doing any hard running until tomorrow at least... but if Joey wants it again, I'd let him back in my ass in a heartbeat. But the soreness has been a constant reminder of the other feelings I've had, the ones that have nothing to do with just the sexual release I had this morning. “I'm not so sure anymore, Maria. I think... well, I'm wondering if maybe Joey's supposed to come first to me.”
Maria stops in mid stride over to Angel's play area, giving me a deep look. “You are his one, aren't you?”
“Cora said the same thing when she first met me. What do you mean?”
“You're his perfect equal,” Maria says with a soft smile, so much like Teresa's it's easy to see their relationship. “Cora and I talked about it back when she and I got to know each other. Joey's a giver, a strong man, and someone who will devote himself fully to whatever and whoever he feels he should. The only woman who would be right for him is a woman who is just as much of a giver, a woman who is just as strong, and a woman who would give up any and everything to be with him. Because he'd give up everything to be with you.”
I blink, swallowing. “Yeah, something like that. Even though sometimes I feel like all I do is
take from him. Part of being a giver means I can't ask Joey to give up everything.”
“Which is what makes you perfect for him. You know you could ask him. You could go in there right now and demand he gives up the Fragments, that he give up me and Mama and Angel... and I think he would, Andrea. For you, he would. You're his one, the one woman who can be both strong enough to resist the urge to demand everything from him since he's so wonderful and strong enough to share that wonderfulness with the rest of the world.”
I grab Maria and give her a hug, squeezing her tight. “Thank you. I love you, Maria.”
Maria hugs me back, then smacks my butt which makes me yelp. “That's a warning. Told you before, I'll tell you again. Don't hurt him, Andrea.”
“You know I won't! Ouch!”
Maria chuckles, her eyes full of knowing. “I may be a teen mother who's too busy to date often, I may be a survivor of... well, you know. But I'm also a Catholic girl who has had times when the Holy Father's demand that we don't use protection becomes mighty damn difficult. And you're walking funny.”
“You won't tell Teresa?” I ask, rubbing my sore right butt cheek. “Please?”
“No problema. I love you too. Don't tell Joey? He thinks I'm still more innocent than he is.”
We watch Angel, who's loving things outside, and I nod. “I promise. Maria... if Joey and I do become permanent, what's that going to do for you and Teresa?”
“What do you mean?” Maria asks. “We can take care of our house, you know.”
“Not that... I mean, the business, this house, all that. Do you want to stay here, see things grow, what do you think?”
Maria crosses her arms, nodding. “Honestly, Andrea? My dream is to open more than a daycare, but to run a small preschool too, maybe ten or fifteen children?”
“So, you want to grow?”
“Like you, I want to stand on my own two feet, Andrea. Joey's generosity and love of family are great... but I'm a woman who can stand up too.”
Angel laughs, swinging from the monkey bars on his play set, and I punch Maria lightly in the shoulder. “First time we met, you said you were a little jealous of me because I might take Joey away from you. But I think you're wrong. I might be his one... but you're his two.”
“True,” Maria acknowledges. “I’m a lucky little sister.”
“He gets two women who love him, a sister and a.... well, we'll see, but I've been thinking about Rocky's wedding later this week.”
Maria grins, she's been excited about the wedding too. “Amazing, isn't it? I'll admit, I had a bit of a crush on Rocky before he and Cora got together. Joey didn't bring Rocky around much, he tried to keep the two sides of his life more separated than he does now, but still... Rocky's a stud, Andrea. I'm happy for Cora though, she's better for Rocky than I'd ever be. And Bella... have you heard Angel say he's going to marry her?”
I laugh, nodding. “Yeah, he's got the wedding bug too it seems.”
Maria shakes her head, her smile fading. “Who knows, Andrea? Between Cora getting through to Rocky, and Joey and you having what you've got, I'm starting to think that maybe there's a guy out there for me. I'd like that, you know. No matter what, you've given me hope. And if you happen to take my brother because of that, I still love you anyway.”
I watch Angel, who lets go of the swinging monkey bar he's clinging to and going up the slide again. “You know Maria, there's going to be a lot of single guys at the wedding. Handsome single guys.”
Maria brightens again, laughing quietly. “Maybe. Any of them that are good enough for me?”
I shake my head, laughing. “Probably not. But if there isn't, you've got me and Joey still. Even if we might need to, you know...”
“Get your own place?” Maria asks. “A place where two young lovers don't have to worry if a mother, sister or nephew is going to walk in on them when they're doing what young lovers do?”
I nod, blushing. “Yeah, something like that.”
Maria laughs. “You're a trip, Andrea. No, it's not a problem for me. I've only got one problem.”
“What's that?”
Maria smiles and sticks out her tongue at me. “My brother's in love with a guera loca.”
“Sin más loco que su hermana,” I reply, making Maria do a double take. “I've been practicing.”
“Muy bien, hermana.” We hear a truck pull up out front, the doors slamming loudly. I glance at Maria, who looks at me worriedly. “You expecting pizza?”
“No,” I reply. I turn to Angel, a sudden sense of dread coming over me. “Angel! Come to your Mommy!”
Angel hears the sharp command in my voice and comes over, his big eyes flaring in worry. Maria also looks at me, worried. “Andrea? What's wrong?”
I shake my head, pointing towards the garage area, wishing we hadn't blocked the back door. “Go through the kitchen, take Angel to the garage and lock the door. I've got a bad feeling about this.”
Maria nods, staying behind me as we go into the living room. Joey and Teresa are coming down the hall from the back bedroom area, Joey's face filled with confusion when someone knocks, this time their fist booming on the front door. Joey's expression changes from confusion to worry. I shield Maria and Angel, pointing towards the garage. “Maria... go!”
Suddenly someone kicks the front door, the wood jamb cracking and the door flying open. The door goes bouncing off the wall in the hallway, and standing there are Chad and my father. Chad's holding a gun, while Dad just... grins.
“Hello, honey. Nice to see you again.”
Chapter 18
Joey
When the door goes bouncing off the wall, I immediately grab Mama and pull her behind me, putting myself between whoever it is and her. We're at the edge of the hallway, and I can't see the two people outside, but the look on Andrea's face as she tries to push Maria towards the garage is telling.
“Hello, honey. Nice to see you again,” a smarmy, arrogant voice says, and two men step into the hallway. One of them I can see right away is Darren Coates, he's got the same nose and eyes as Andrea, except that his face is puffy, hidden underneath about an extra thirty or forty pounds of fat that hangs around his weak chin.
The other man is younger, maybe about twenty-five or so, with a big chest and a stomach that's starting to push past it, piggish looking eyes and a young executive type haircut that probably cost as much as the gun in his right hand. I learned some things in high school that wasn't on any exam, including the fact that the man's holding a forty-five, ugly as hell and all business.
“What are you doing?” I yell, trying to take attention from Andrea. I'm too far away to get in front of her, but maybe I can get their attention from her long enough that she can follow Maria, who I can't see right now. It's a strong yell, and part of me wonders where I'm getting this strength from. I should be scared, I should be acting panicked. Instead... I feel calm like we can handle this, and my yell is with a purpose, to get the two men's attention. “Get out of my house!”
“Your house?” Darren asks, turning his smirking, arrogant face towards me. “Chad, whose house is this?”
The other guy, obviously Chad Bronson, snorts, amused. “According to what I found Mr. Coates, this house belonged to Teresa Rivera, but since you just bought the note from the bank... I believe it's yours when you file foreclosure documents with the courts Monday. So, who the fuck is this guy?”
“You can't,” Mama says behind me, her voice quaking in rage. “You people can't do this to my family!”
Mama tries to push past me, but I grab her, trying hard to pull her away and keep her safe. After the way we lost Papa's life insurance to tax mistakes, she's never trusted the government or the rich, the type that she feels swindled us out of the money. Now, she sees it happening again, and she can't handle it. It gives her crazy, demon-like strength, and I'm struggling as hard as I can to keep her away from Darren and Chad. She works an arm free, going to claw at Darren's face when he kicks, his Gucci wingtip catching he
r in the belly and sending both of us tumbling.
“Gramma! No! Don't hurt my Gramma!” Angel screams, and suddenly he's running past Andrea, covering Mama with his tiny body and crying. “Don't hurt my Gramma!”
“Angel, get back!” I yell, letting go of Mama and grabbing them both, covering them with my body. Mama's gasping, I don't know if she's injured, but she's crying, I don't know if in anger, shame, a mix of both, or what. Angel though... I must protect Angel, and Chad's got a gun.
“What the...?” Chad says, and I turn my head away from Mama and Angel, who's squirming under me, to look back at them. Chad takes a half step away, into the doorway of the kitchen, his pistol lowering. “Nah... no, no, not like this.”
“What are you talking about you pussy?” Darren says, his eyes going wide when he sees Angel's face as he squirms under my arm. “This... this is my house.”
“You never said there'd be a kid here,” Chad says, putting the gun into a holster on his hip. “Guns and kids? No fucking way. Nah.... no way.”
Darren turns to say something, but whatever he wants to say dies on his lips as he looks behind Chad. I look up, getting to my feet slowly as I see Maria, her face different than I've ever seen before, a kitchen knife in her hand as she steps past Andrea, the knife held out at Darren. Darren's eyes go wide as she steps into the light, and it makes sense, hitting me like a punch to the head. The eyes. It was always in the eyes.
Maria's eyes right now are dead black, no emotion in them at all as Darren takes a step away from her. “Hello. My name is Maria Concepcion Rivera. Five and a half years ago, you took my innocence. Now, I take justice.”
