CHAPTER 44

I take my keys and phone from my smart little assistant and give her a hard kiss, she yelps a little and I'm smiling as I get out of the house and down the road on my bike. I am zipping through the beginnings of Thursday morning traffic and pull up to the Ortega residence and park my bike. I get up to the door only to have it open and see Mrs. Ortega looking a little tired but smiling at my presence.

"You got my message, we need to talk about my daughter," She tells me, inviting me inside.

"Yeah I need to talk with her about a few things too," I say, keeping my voice down.

"Boy she's been drinking and has passed out," Mrs. Ortega tells me as she notices my quiet voice," I will have to wake her with a pot and pan before I leave. No she's very upset and you are the center of some of it along with my niece."

"Yeah I'm guessing you heard about what happened," I say, taking a seat at the dining room table with her.

"Yes and I understand if you are taking your time but Imelda isn't very patient. She's also upset because I've been thinking about selling the house," Mrs. Ortega tells me plainly.

"Okay but why sell if you're doing well enough to keep it," I ask, trying to learn about the situation.

"Because as much as I love my home I'm getting older and more tired as the days go by. Imelda doesn't want to hear about us selling but her place is with you now and I want her there," Mrs. Ortega tells me with some happiness," I need to look at what's best for me and working two jobs is killing me when I'm barely scraping by."

"And with what happened involving Marta and I it's Imelda thinking she needs to come back home and save her mom," I say putting the pieces together," but what would it take for you to keep the house?"

"Aside from a better job that pays more and has me work less, most days I don't see anything," Mrs. Ortega tells me while sipping her coffee.

"Okay so we get you a better job," I say, causing her to almost choke on her coffee.

"You think you can just get me a better job in a few hours," She asks, a little confused.

"Not a few hours but give me some time and I'll have you in a new job and out of the two you've been doing before I leave," I tell her, getting a laugh but it stops when she sees I'm serious," I am not joking ma'am. New job before the end of the summer, you have my word."

We sit quietly for a moment and she just absorbs what I said. I am starting to turn the gears in my head about how and what to do but with so much on my plate I'll have to start delegating and asking for help as I get a brilliant idea.

"Ma'am can I use your kitchen," I ask, hopping up and searching for pans.

"I guess so, boy but what are you doing," Mrs. Ortega asks me, confused.

"I'm making breakfast," I replied, getting out my materials.

I have an interested audience for a little while as I start putting together just some basics for everyone to eat. Scrambled eggs, Bacon, toast and juice; not very fancy but considering I didn't put every hot spice on the planet in it I know I can at least eat it. Mrs. Ortega changed while I was working and I served her a plate with a fresh coffee and she's buzzing past me for some spice in the kitchen for her own plate.

"Put some of this on my daughter's eggs when you take her plate to her," She says handing me a funny little bottle with green sauce," It'll help wake her up and get the sickness out of her."

I start to dish up Imelda's plate and say goodbye to Mrs. Ortega as she heads out for job number one. I get a serving tray from under the counter and take a full meal with coffee and juice down to my Latina's room. I get the door open quietly and see she's passed out on her bed face down and has her pants down like she was trying to get out of them when she fell. I adjust her a little onto her side and help her look decent, all of which she doesn't even respond to. I douse her eggs with the green sauce her mother instructed me too and get an idea. I take a little of the sauce and put it on my finger and gently put said finger inside her mouth. I feel her start to suck on my finger and moan lightly as I move my finger from her mouth and sit her up on her bed with her back against the wall. I put the tray in front of her over her lap and watch as she starts to wake up. She's groggy as hell and licks her lips before she sees the food and goes from sleepy to hungry demon in less than four seconds. Her plate, my plate, both juices and her coffee are all gone and she's looking around for a moment when she realizes I'm the one feeding her and not her mother.

"Guy what are you doing here, where's mom," Imelda asks me confused.

"It's almost nine and she's either at work or heading there," I reply, moving the tray from her lap," We need to talk."

"Yes we do, I am staying with my mother at the end of the summer," Imelda tells me as I smile and shake my head.

"No you're coming with me at the end of the summer," I counter chuckling.

"Guy you don't understand, she needs me," My Latina tries to explain desperately.

"Well here's what you don't understand, there was a meeting of all parties involved this morning that you neglected to attend so when we voted it was two versus and abstained voting saying that you're coming back with me after the vacation," I tell her, getting a more than upset look.

"My mother doesn't get that she can't sell the house and she has to stop working two jobs," She tells me frustrated," I have to help her and that means moving back down. Besides that I need to square away my family."

"Your family will be squared away when it needs to be and OUR family needs you. I have spoken to your mother and we're handling it," I tell her going into the conversation Mrs. Ortega and I had earlier.

"Why aren't you listening to me," Imelda says, starting to get up and pace.

"Why aren't you letting me help," I counter.

"Because my family broke you, my stupid cousin tried raping you and you've been so messed up that you can't even be bothered to help your friend Jackie," Imelda says as I stand up and get in her face.

"Do I look messed up to you? Do I look like someone who is lying down and taking his kicking from the world? Katy got me fired up and moving again," I explain backing her out of her room and into the hallway," I'm going to help your mother, I'm not losing you for any amount of time ever again and I'm telling you right now Ms. Sexy Ass, either get on board or I will make you get on board."

"Don't you tell me what to do," Imelda growls, putting her finger against my chest.

"No, you don't tell me what I can't have and what I can't do," I growl back.

I can see her register that we're in a fight mode and with neither backing down I can feel myself getting ready for her to start screaming and shoving when my brain, the lower one, kicks in again. I move inside her arms and jam our mouths together in a passionate and fierce kiss. We're pulling clothing off and I get my shirt off over my head before grabbing the front of Imelda's white wife beater tank top and rip the whole thing open down the front before lifting her up by her ass and start sucking and kissing her breasts. Her legs got wrapped around me and I got her against the wall cursing me in Spanish as I got to her nipple and damn near tried to suck it off. I feel Imelda start to pry my head off her breast and when she finally succeeds it's the Spanish/Irish American mouth war of the week as our tongues and teeth fight for supremacy.

We're like rabid horny animals as I yank her pants down while she fumbles with my belt. I finally help her and as soon as she gets it undone she goes down to her knees with my pants to the floor and starts greedily taking my cock into her mouth. There is no soft foreplay as Imelda is slamming my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and I feel her throat a little as I grab a handful of hair and just let her work the base around her lips. I feel her hands grab my ass and she tilts her head slightly before forcing me to hold my entire cock in her mouth. I am amazed and still the enraged version of horny as I growl at her when she starts to gag a little for me. Finally she pulls off and I stand her up and seeing where I bit her just last week has fully healed I lean in and start to suck on the same spot while hiking up her legs under the knees so that she's off the ground with her back against the hall wall. I feel her guide me up and as soon as I feel her opening meet my cock head I stuff as much of my length into her getting a loud moan from my fiery Latina. I take a few simple thrusts to help her adjust in this position before I start slamming into her hard and deep. I have her little nails in my back and we war our mouths together again groaning like dogs in heat as I fuck her against the wall. It's hard, fast and brutal, if we weren't pleasuring each other we'd both be bleeding as I'm going for broke. Imelda latches her lips onto mine and I feel her body clamp down and her teeth sink into my lip a little as she groans with a nice little orgasm. I keep fucking her through it and she's still talking in Spanish to me but the fight is going out of her and the full pleasure centers are kicking in finally. I shake her to her senses a little and she looks at me with confusion.

"You're wimping out on me now," I ask, continuing my thrusts.

"It's too good right now," Imelda says panting as her pussy takes the beating.

"So you want me to stop," I growl, starting to slow down.