Chapter 3

Two weeks had passed. Jack had to admit working with his father and uncle wasn’t that bad. He didn’t like the board meetings and making the personnel decisions, but he did love marketing branding and content creating. He wound up revamping the department and adding life to it.

It still offered him time to do what he loved, which was making content for his channel and writing songs.

He only wished his dad would cut him slack about dating his friend’s daughter. He had met her at an office function. His dad suggested they have lunch. He felt awkward the whole time. He felt guilty like he was being untrue to his soul. He politely told the young lady that he was already in love with another woman. She understood.

******

It was finally Alma’s 20th birthday weekend. He had planned a trip to his cabin in the mountains filled with surprises for her. On June 11th, they packed up the truck and went to the mountains for some birthday fun.

When they arrived, he led her to the door that had a sign, “Happy Birthday!” Inside were balloons and flowers. She kissed him, “When did you do all of this?” she asked.

“I had some help. I have a person that takes care of the cabin and she did all of it.”

There was a cake and food on the kitchen table, “We can have this a little later, but first,” he pulled her in close and kissed her lips, “we should go kayaking.”

She smiled, “Let’s do it.”

He had a double kayak. They got inside. He was in the front seat; she was in the back seat, “Okay, we have to work together, paddle at the same time, left, right, the same tempo.”

“Okay amorcito, I got it.”

They started a little shaky. It was something new for her. Wielding that long paddle provided quite a workout, “We shouldn’t go too far, we might get lost,” she said.

He laughed, “The lake isn’t that big, the cabin is right back there. Now let’s go left, right paddle only until we turn.”

She followed instructions and they turned. She was so happy that he was teaching her something new. Every day, they learned from each other. They saw each other’s worlds in the eyes of each other.

“Alright, now, let’s go right. Left paddle in the water.”

They did it. They stayed on the water for two hours and headed back, “Oh my god that was so much fun,” Alma commented as they entered the house, “Mis brasos are killing me.”

He laughed, “Yeah, kayaking is a workout. But you have another workout later tonight, so rest up,” he slapped her left butt cheek.

“I’m looking forward to it papi.”

They showered. They got dressed. Alma wore a sexy black dress and Jack wore slacks and a nice shirt. They took pictures and ate; he sang Happy Birthday to her while playing his guitar.

She played some Latin music from her country and taught him about folklore dance from Colombia called Cumbia and later showed him some salsa steps. They laughed and had a ball.

He brought out the champagne. She smiled, “I’m not old enough for this.”

He smiled, “Just a little.”

She had one glass and he had a few. They kissed and tasted the sweet flavor of grapes on each other’s tongues. She touched his face, “I’m so in love with you Jack.”

“I love you too, Alma.”

They ended up outside on the deck. Under the light of the stars and the moon, she sat on his lap and moved her hips. His mouth on her breasts suckling from left to right. The night seemed perfect for lovemaking. “Ay, papi, ay,” she was on the verge and he knew it. He stood up and bounced her on his cock until she released on his cock. “Shit, Alma, babe,” he exclaimed as he felt himself near the edge.

He quickened his pace and finally, he released. But he wasn’t done. He wanted to taste. He kneeled and licked her clit. Her juices mixed with his cum leaked from her. Once he drank from her cup, she tasted him, licked up and down his shaft. His cock stiffened and he was ready to go again.

They went into the bedroom, “I want to try something different; do you trust me?” he asked. She nodded in anticipation.

He asked her to roll over onto her belly. He had lubed his cock until it was slick. He touched her tight hole, “Just relax, if you tell me to stop, I will,” he assured her. She nodded and granted him access. She trusted him. He placed the tip at the entrance and pushed. She was tense at first, but as the head entered and he continued to press, she relaxed. It was in, her anal cherry had been popped.

He stroked slowly. Allowed her to get used to the sensation. After a few moments, he glided in and out opening her up wide. He lifted her hips off the bed, now he had a beautiful view of his cock sliding in and out as he thrust. He hummed and she moaned. It was a beautiful experience for them both. He moved faster until he popped. He held her hips tight as his cock released the substance inside, when he pulled out, it oozed out of her. He kissed both of her ass cheeks and later they cleaned up and rested.

The morning arrived, he cooked pancakes, eggs, and bacon with orange juice. After they ate, they went for a hike through the mountains and took lots of pictures.

There was a fall, he got naked and went under it, “Come on, don’t be scared,” he insisted that she join him. She looked around and removed her clothes and joined him under the fall.

Their lips touched as the water cascaded off their beautiful bodies, “I will love you forever,” he said.

“Hoy y para simpre,” she added. She smiled as they continued to kiss. His hands caressed her; his fingers found her moist. His mouth enjoyed the taste of her nipples. Once she let out a soft sweet moan, he turned her around and penetrated. She was in heaven, the water felt cool, his cock inside her stroking to perfection, the nice fresh air, the warm summer breeze. It was a birthday she would not ever forget.

Later that night, they enjoyed dinner on the deck. Then they sat on the patio couch under a blanket and talked until their eyelids became heavy.

Morning arrived. The sun shined on them. Her eyes opened; she saw that they had slept outside. The blanket was slightly damp from the dew that fell overnight.

She stood, “Amorcito, let’s go inside.”

It was almost time for them to prepare to leave. He looked into her eyes, “I hope you had a great time.”

She nodded, “It was the best birthday, thank you.”

He smiled, “There is one more thing I want to show you before we leave.”

“What’s that?”

“Come.” He led her to the bedroom. He pulled out a toy.

She laughed, “Oh my god Jack.”

He kissed her cheek, “You’re going to love this I promise.” He removed her clothes. He used the dildo to penetrate her as his tongue gave her pleasure, “Oh God, oh god,” she said repeatedly. Her body quaked until she gushed all over him.

He smiled, “I told you,”

He turned her to her side and penetrated her butt as he strummed her clit. Jack was not fucking around. He aimed to give Alma an insane sexual experience that she would never forget.

She was double penetrated and her clit was stimulated. She moved the dildo in and out of her cunt as he stroked her ass. She couldn’t believe how hard she came and yelled his name as her body shook and flinched. He kissed her back as he flowed inside of her, “Hoy y para siempre, Alma.”

She hummed and moaned, “Si papi, today and forever, I am yours.”

When they made it back to the house, Mr. Stevenson was in the foyer. He looked at them both disapprovingly, “What’s the meaning of this?” he asked.

“I’m seeing Alma,” he replied.

His father scoffed, “Alma could you excuse my son and me for a moment.”

She nodded and hurried off to the basement.

Jack looked at his father. His father eyed him, “So this is why you didn’t want to see my friend’s daughter.”

He nodded, “I love Alma.”

He laughed, “Son, you have to understand, this, this can’t happen.”

“Why I’m grown and so is she?”

“You’re only going to hurt that poor girl. She’s not of our world. No one will take you seriously if you do this. How will we explain this to our business colleagues?”

“I don’t think it’s any of their business.”

“What you do is our shareholders’ business.”

“I don’t care what you say. I’m seeing Alma.” He marched off to find her.

Jack found Alma in her room in tears talking to her mother in Spanish via video call on the computer. Her mother scolded her for her actions. She cried because she knew she had messed up a good opportunity. She ended the video call and fell back onto her pillows.

Jack comforted her. He stroked the top of her head and kissed her, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he assured her.

The next day, Jack was in his room when he heard a knock. The door opened. It was his sister Tracy who was quite something. “Hi, Jack, dad said you were back.”

He scoffed, “I’ve been back for almost a month.”

“Oh you know I’ve been busy.”

She shook her head, “Are you seriously sleeping with the cleaning girl?”

“Her name is Alma.”

“God Jack. That girl is not of our ilk,” she stated quite pompously.

He chuckled, “Maybe if you put as much energy into fucking your husband as you are worrying about who I’m fucking, your marriage wouldn’t be so sour.”

“Excuse me.” Her face turned red, “You only think about yourself. You can’t bring her into our family with our money. How do you know she’s not just using you?”

“Says the woman who married her husband for the money he makes.”

“You’re unreasonable. When you’re ready to be an adult, find me.” She stormed out and slammed his door shut. He threw a pillow at the door.

*****

Alma was in the kitchen preparing meals when Tracy entered, “Hi Angela; right?”

“It’s Alma,”

“I know you may think this thing with my brother is something, but Jack is Jack. He’s always been a free spirit. He’s left many of women heartbroken from his sweet words and devilish good looks.”

Alma remained silent, although she had a few words dancing on the tip of her tongue.

“Trust me, I’m doing you a favor. Break it off now before you get hurt,” she said and then left.

Tracy went to her father’s study. He sat behind his desk. “I tried talking some sense into both of them.”

Her father looked at her as if he didn’t know why because he had not asked for her help. “Just leave Jack alone. In due time, this thing will run its course and we won’t have to do anything.”

However, Tracy didn’t seem sure of that. She had never seen Jack defend a woman as he had just defended Alma. He had hurt her feelings and that was something he had never done no matter how much of a bitch she was being.

“What if the same thing that happened to her mother, happened to her. Just call ICE and they can remove her and the whole problem goes away.”

Her father appeared appalled at what he heard, “Tracy, I have a ton of phone calls to make if you will excuse me.”

She nodded and left his office.

*****

The middle of July had arrived. Jack didn’t get any more flak from his father about seeing Alma.

He had moved his stuff to the basement to spend more time with Alma.

They were in bed, he hovered over her working his magic on her. He pressed his chest to hers. Their hearts beat rapidly. She said to him, “vamos hacer papas.”

He stroked her long and slow. He asked, what does that mean?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Really,” he asked as his face shined. She nodded. His lips pressed onto hers. They kissed passionately. Their hands caressed each other. He pushed his cock in until his balls tapped her ass. She held his ass and rocked her hips upward.

They groaned and moaned, uttered, “I love you.” Repeatedly until they melted in each other’s arms.

The couple was happy about their new arrival. So they went to a nice restaurant to have dinner. What they didn’t know was Mr. Stevenson was there with his friend Howie Leelman.

Howie noticed Jack, “isn’t that your son?” he asked.

Mr. Stevenson looked. It was him. Unfortunately, his idea of letting the little romance fizzle out on its own wasn’t working.

Uncomfortably, he responded, “Looks like it is.”

“Is that the woman he chose over my daughter? Your maid.” He shook his head in disbelief, “darn it Bill this is very disappointing.”

“Look no need to get riled up. You know how young men are, I’m sure it’s just a thing.”

“I’ve certainly had my fair share of things in the past but believe me I didn’t parade them around publicly making a mockery of my family’s reputation.”

Bill sighed. Howie was one of his top investors and didn’t want to upset him. “Look. I’ll talk with Jack. This whole thing will be over in a day or so.”

****

Morning sex sessions were Alma’s favorite. They were short and intense.

He had her legs spread east to west as he drilled her sweet pink center. He stroked quickly and she strummed her clit until juices ran from her. There was no longer a worry about pulling out; she was already pregnant.

He grunted and collapsed onto her suckling her breasts as his cock shrank inside her.

After he left for work, Alma was washing clothes. Mr. Stevenson found her in the laundry room.

“Good morning Mr. Stevenson, she said with a smile.

He returned a smile, “how are things with you and my son?”

“Great. He’s been great.”

“Listen, Alma, I think you’re a sweet girl, but there are certain situations that are not favorable for a young man in Jacks’s position. People have their opinions and if it were up to me, I’d love to see you two together, but—"

She knew what was coming next. Her heart sank. She wanted to cry, scream and break things.

He continued, “Jack won’t make this decision. But if you made it for him eventually, he could move on and one day all the things my family has built can be his. Certainly, you don’t want to be the reason he loses everything”

She shook her head. Her eyes watered.

He reached inside of the jacket and pulled out a check, “Take this. It should hold you until your immigration status is approved and you can find another job.”

“I don’t need that. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be prideful. Take the money.”

She refused it.

He pulled out a set of car keys, take the car. Use it for a couple of months and I’ll have someone get it after you’ve settled.”

She did accept that. She would need transportation and a place to keep her stuff.

“Thanks for everything Mr. Stevenson, “she said as she hugged him and then left.

When Jack got home, he was greeted by an older Mexican woman, he looked at his father, “Where’s Alma?”

His father didn’t respond. Jack hurried to the basement. He saw all of her clothes missing and even his stuff was removed from the room

He went back to his father angrily he asked, “What did you say to her?”

“I just presented her with reality and she left. And it was the right thing.”

Jack grunted. He didn’t want to cuss, but his head was hot. He left abruptly.

***

He drove around for hours. He had often talked about getting Alma a cellphone, but because they spent so much time together, she felt she didn’t really need one. He grunted as the thought ran across his mind.

The woman he loved and the unborn child were out there somewhere and he didn’t know where.

He got home. His dad was still up. Jack immediately let loose, “You’re such a hypocrite. Mom told me how you two met.”

His father sighed. He had often told an abbreviated version of how he met the love of his life.

“Mom was a waitress. You met her at a diner. She barely had a high school education, yet you saw something in her.”

His mother was a country girl often calling people, “sugar dumpling, pumpkin or honey.” She never met a stranger. She was loved by all that knew her. Her funeral was standing room only.

She was active in the community and several businesses named rooms and halls in her honor.

His father cried, “You’re a lot like your mother. She was a great person too good for me.”

“Alma is pregnant with my child; your grandchild.” He walked off.