Imelda wants to do it her way but Rachael is standing her ground with a calm peaceful expression. It takes a few moments and I hear the crew heading back save for Rachael who is still in front of me watching the others leave. I see her looking me over for a moment before she crawls into my lap and curls up against my cold damp chest. She's light and a little warmer than the rest of the world as we sit in my sulk.
I don't know how long it takes for the sun to go down but the chill sets in outside and I can feel Rachael shiver against me trying to keep warm. I don't get why she's still in my lap like this, usually one of the girls would be trying to talk to me or even just tell me the obvious about the cold or dark. Rachael isn't and I can tell she's awake.
"Rachael go inside," I tell her quietly.
"Nope," I hear her say but not mockingly.
"Rachael you're cold and shaking, you need to go in and get warm," I tell her trying to get her up.
"No, you want me to go inside you go first. You want to sit out here in the cold fine, but I'm not going anywhere without you," Rachael says looking up to me with her pretty hazel eyes.
"Don't do this to me okay, just go inside please," I ask her now, almost pleading for her to abandon me.
Instead of answering me she just curls up and hunkers down trying to stave off the cold. Damn girl is going to freeze out here and while I'm fine doing it myself it's her I'm worried about as I start to nudge her to get her up. Finally after a few moments of shifting we get up, both of us gingerly from the cold ground and start to walk back up to the house. I am moving slowly since all my joints are cold and my muscles tired but Rachael is like a helpless little ball as she nearly loses her balance after only a few steps from the tree. I sigh and turn around to get her; she's almost not wanting the help but after scooping her up in my arms she tucks her head against my chest as I carry her up to the house. Rachael doesn't weigh much but as sore and cold as I am it's a bit of a strain as I get to the doors and pull one open and step inside. I can hear Loretta talking with Mr. Delauter and she sounds concerned, I figure they're talking about me as I pass their room and get silence from inside. I can hear him tell her 'see he came in and he's carrying her, they're fine' but Loretta doesn't sound convinced as I head up the stairs to our room. I pass my friends' rooms and hear quiet as though they're sleeping which is fine because I don't want a conversation as I get to mine and the girls room and push the door open. I see some stirring and Kori is the first one to try to help.
"Jesus it's like eleven thirty, you two are freezing," Kori says as I lay Rachael down on the bed.
"He brought me in so I wouldn't be cold," Rachael says, sounding a little too happy for someone so cold.
I get Rachael's shoes off while Kori helps strip her out of her clothes and more of the girls are stirring at the movement save for Natsuko on the couch. Imelda sits up and stares at me with more than a little grumpiness.
"Finally decided to come in and use your brain," Imelda says, trying to resume our war.
"No, you stop that now Immie," Rachael says, shortening Imelda's name to sound like 'Immie'," You help him out of his clothes and you two cuddle with each other tonight."
Imelda just stares at Rachael with a level of disbelief but my innocent little Rachael shows us both something we've never seen before, her stubborn side. Calmly Imelda gets up from the bed and starts to pull me out of my cold stiff clothing. It's a chore when it comes to wet jeans as the zipper doesn't budge and she resorts to yanking them all the way off taking my underwear with them. I'm naked in front of my pissed off Latina girlfriend as I watch her get back into bed emphasizing her grumpiness as she throws the blanket back and crawls back inside. I get a pair of boxer briefs on and see Rachael in a small pile of girlfriends getting warm whereas on the other side of the bed my Latina fire goddess has decided to burn alone. I crawl in the bed and slide under the covers. I could try to just cuddle up with the larger group but Rachael sees that and I'm going to be in trouble with her and I'm not sure I want to see what that leads to right now. I roll over and face Imelda who has her back to me and see she's got on a simple white tank top and athletic shorts. I move over and do as I was told, spooning up against her which gets me a 'cold' reception.
"You're cold," Imelda tells me as I press against her.
"You're warm," I replied, cuddling in.
"You're stubborn," She retorts grumpily.
"So are you," I reply, moving my head behind hers. I can smell her shampoo and it's like fruit.
"You're an asshole and I'm mad at you," Imelda tells me as I pull her in closer against me.
"You're a bitch and I love you," I tell her leaning in and nibbling on her ear.
"No you don't get to do that now," Imelda says, grinding against me.
I start to rub her breast through her tank top continuing my nibbling on her ear and the whole while Imelda is grinding her ass into my pelvis. I don't know if I'm warming up or not but I'm getting hard as hell and she's not letting up against me. I move my hand down from her shirt to inside the waistband of her shorts as she separates her legs giving me access to her warm folds. My fingers find her clit easily enough and I use my middle finger making circles around it slowly as Imelda moans under my touch. I feel her free hand snake down my hip and into my shorts taking hold of me and griping me tightly start to jerk me. I groan at the hard treatment I'm getting and start to flick Imelda's clit faster and move my mouth to her neck, biting her lightly. Imelda is groaning and writhing as I seem to be winning in the 'who gets to make who cum first' race that we've been having to establish dominance. Suddenly Imelda's hand moves out of my shorts and onto my hand in hers and holds me in place as I feel her stiffening as a smaller orgasm takes over. I can't see her face but as she pulls my hand out of her shorts I can feel her mood change back to grumpy and watch as she gets up from the bed and out of the room. I'm raging hard right now and not in the mood for games as I stagger out of bed after her.
I get to the first bathroom on the second floor and open the door since it's the only one with a light on and see Imelda standing in front of the sink washing her hands.
"I told you no," Imelda says, glaring at me a little in the mirror.
I don't say a word as I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me and lock it before turning back and seeing that she's turned to face me. She's got that 'not happy with you' look on her face as I move up next to her. Her fists are balled up like we're going to fight and I'm not happy with being left hanging when we're in the process of what I thought was making up. I start to pull Imelda's shorts down off her hips and she stalls me for a little bit but I get them off and see she's without panties as I sit her ass on the counter by the sink.
"I'm still mad at you and I said….," is only as far as Imelda gets as I pull my shorts down and push the head of my cock into her pussy.
It's a weird stalemate as I'm inside her and she says she doesn't want me there but her hand grabbing my shoulder isn't pushing me away. I press forward slowly, inching myself deeper as Imelda groans. I feel her leg shaking and she tenses up as I take her ass in my hands and finish pressing in all the way. We're face to face and eye to eye staring at each other as I feel her soften to me inside her. I slowly back out half way and press back in with a little extra push at the end making us both groan. She's wet around me and as I repeat the process I can see her brace herself for the jolt at the end but it's no use as Imelda groans again.
"I'm still mad at you," Imelda tells me as I get buried inside her," And you're being an asshole."
"You're being a bitch and I still love you," I tell her, backing up and sliding back in.
I keep taking short slow thrusts in and out of Imelda and she's holding onto me like she's undecided as to whether she wants to push me away or pull me in harder. I'm getting a little upset and she's not helping with her absent consent.
"Do you love me or not," I asked her, stopping all the way inside her.
"I don't like you right now, you're not listening and you're being an asshole," Imelda tells me, grinding her hips against mine.
"I am listening as much as you do and you didn't answer the question," I tell her, squeezing her ass.
"I said I don't like you right now asshole," Imelda tells me defiantly," think whatever you want."
Little bitch is the next word to run through my brain as I force my mouth against hers. It's an awkward kiss and when she finally pushes my face back I am greeted with a slap across the face. My blood is boiling and I back out and jam myself deep inside taking time to let her enjoy the invasion as I kiss her again. I feel her struggle to push me off and if I were at a hundred percent she'd be in trouble but my sore muscles and cold limbs let her push me back as I get slapped again. My adrenaline is pumping hard and I lunge in with my mouth latching onto the base of Imelda's neck with my teeth biting down hard. I feel her tense up and she struggles against me as I keep my cock fucking her. I take my teeth out and see some minor bruising from the bite before Imelda moves my face away from her again and I'm ready for the slap this time. It doesn't come as I am pulled hard into a kiss and we war our mouths against each other. I can hear her getting wetter as my balls slap her ass. There is no rhythm in what is happening right now, I'm fucking Imelda and she's being fucked by me. The simplicity is a nice change from the romance and softness that I normally get, even the regular sex feels a little too clingy sometimes and the animal is out to play right now as Imelda breaks the kiss.
"Goddammit you are a fucking asshole," Imelda tells me as our foreheads rest against each other.
"And you're a fucking bitch," I tell her pounding her pussy harder and faster," But you're MY fucking bitch and I love you for it."
"Yeah asshole, prove it that I'm your bitch," Imelda says groaning at the fierceness of the pounding her pussy is getting," and let me love you for it."
If the sink and counter weren't built into the floor I'd be slamming it against the wall and with Imelda clinging to me like a horny bitch she'd be hitting it too. I feel myself rushing and the tingle in my cock hits me hard as I start to cum. I don't slam in and let it rest like I would normally, I keep fucking and grunting as Imelda's body starts pawing at mine as I'm filling her up. I can feel some nails digging into my skin as we come down from our orgasmic high. I am being kissed again and while it's not soft and sweet it's not a raging war either. I back out and we both start to clean up with Imelda taking the time to make sure she gets me all out of her before pulling her shorts back on and we exit the bathroom. We get back into our bedroom and crawl back into bed. We both can tell that the other girls are awake with anticipation of a million questions but we are done talking for the evening having had our fight and makeup all at once in the bathroom. I cuddle up next to my fire goddess, my Latina biker bitch, god I love her and fall asleep.