A Heart for Rebel

by Natal, Mia

  “What happened, Rebel? You look distraught.”

  “I’ll tell you when we get back to your place, okay?”

  “Sure, let’s go.” We headed back to Marissa’s apartment and the minute she closed the door to her place she hit me with questions.

  “What happened?”

  “I ran into Wyatt coming out of the restroom.”

  “I figured that, now spill the whole story.”

  I told her everything that happened, including the almost kiss. She stared at me for a moment and then she said, “Oh shit, you like this guy.”

  “I don’t even know him. How can I like him?”

  “Reby, you’re attracted to him. I’m sorry to say this my friend, but attraction is the equivalent of liking someone.”

  “Dammit, I was afraid of that. I can’t get involved with him.”

  “Umm…why not?”

  “Mari, you know I don’t do relationships. You know I don’t like complications and Wyatt would be a huge complication.”

  “Why, do you always do that? Not every relationship becomes a complication if two people are willing to work for it.”

  “What if I don’t want to work for it? I’m okay with the way my life is right now, uncomplicated.”

  “A life that is okay is not the way to live. Rebel, you deserve to be with someone who will make you happy. Someone who won’t complicate your life, but enrich it for the better. I truly believe things happen for a reason and meeting Wyatt, is your reason to live a little.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down Mari. We only just met and hardly know each other and you already have us in a relationship.”

  “Of course you’re not in a relationship with him. You’re in a flirtationship with him,” she said.

  “A what?”

  “A flirtationship, duh.”

  “What does that mean and where do you come up with these words?

  “A flirtationship means exactly how it sounds. You’re both flirting with each other and eventually it would lead to a relationship. I learned the word and meaning through google.”

  “Mari, we’d probably never see each other again and if we did I don’t know if I can risk my heart getting involved.”

  “Rebel, when are you going to realize you are not your mother? The more anger towards your past and what your mother put you through the less capable you are of the loving the present. You’re this amazing girl. You’re my best friend and I want you to be happy. I want you to live. I want you to make mistakes and I want you to fall in love and have someone love you back.”

  “You don’t understand. He looks like sex. The hot dirty kind that will keep you going back for more, but when all is said and done I will be left with a piece of me missing if it doesn’t work out.”

  “I understand Rebel, but let me voice one last argument before I drop the subject. Allow yourself to hope, to believe and to love. Don’t allow your past to stop you from finding happiness or love.” After Marissa had her final say she went to her room and came back out in her pajamas and motioned for me to change while she searched for a movie to watch on Netflix. We stayed up late watching chick flicks and gorging on massive amounts of junk food. We consumed so much sweets it’s wonder we were able to fall asleep from all the sugar that normally would’ve given us energy.

  The next morning the smell of coffee percolating got me out of bed. I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth before making my way to the kitchen. Marissa turned around from pouring coffee in a mug and said, “Good morning, sunshine. Would you like some pancakes for breakfast?”

  “God, no I don’t want pancakes. I make that for Bailey every morning and I am so over them. Good morning by the way.”

  “Would you like some coffee at least?”

  “Absolutely.” She poured me a cup, I added a little milk and sugar. I was beginning to feel human after the second cup.

  “So, I was thinking we could hit the mall to get us some outfits for tonight. What do ya say?” Marissa asked.

  “Sound’s good. Let me go shower and change so we can go,” I replied. After we took turns showering and getting dressed we hit the mall. I wasn’t looking to spend hard earned money, but if I didn’t Marissa would and I don’t like when she does that. Marissa purchased a little black dress that looked phenomenal with her olive complexion. I ended up purchasing a white halter top and black slacks that made my ass look good. We headed to the food court after our shopping spree and ate a lite lunch. Marissa insisted we get a manicure and pedicure. I tried to decline because I was short on funds, but she insisted that she had me covered. We headed back to her place after the nail salon and she gave me a facial. She wanted us to look good because tonight we were heading to Loft Twenty-One for some ass shaking therapy. Loft Twenty-One is the hottest new club college students went to in throes. I would have preferred hanging at her apartment eating junk food and drawing, but Marissa is the queen of party and having a good time. Her boyfriend, Joey is supposed to meet us there.

  Marissa and I hit the dance floor. I rarely get a weekend to myself. Tonight is my treat to myself. I love when Bailey goes to spend the weekend with her father. It gives me the opportunity to be young and carefree without having to be responsible. I don’t have to worry about paying bills, making sure she eats, or whatever chore that needs to be done. So here I am shaking what my mama gave me to “Can’t Hold Us,” by Macklemore. Half-way through the song Joey appears and squeezes in between us. We start dancing with him. We are all laughing and having a good time until Joey pulls Marissa flush to his body. This is my queue to head back to the bar for something to drink. I sat on a stool at the bar. I ask for bottled water. I'm sipping on my water while keeping an eye on Marissa and Joey." Really? You're at a club drinking water?" Someone asked. I turn around and look into Wyatt's beautiful brown eyes.

  "Don't you know stalking is illegal in all fifty states?" I asked.

  "It's a public place, pretty girl. Aren't you being a tad presumptuous thinking I'm following you?" he countered.

  "Um...hello did you not show up at the same theater we went to last night? You saw the same movie we did. In fact you sat behind me. You didn't think I felt you touch my hair? And now here you are. At the same club I'm in. Coincidence? I think not," I huffed.

  "Did you know you're cheeks turn a different shade of pink the more annoyed you get? It's rather adorable. Oh and for the record you didn’t actually see the movie. You left in the middle of the movie," he said.

  "Are you always this annoying or does it come naturally to you?" I playfully asked.

  "I'm naturally talented in different areas. If you like I can show you one of my many extraordinary talents," he huskily replied while flexing those mouth-watering biceps of his. I couldn't help myself. I had to laugh.

  "Oh my God, add cheesy to your repertoire," I said.

  "I like you Rebel. You're cute and funny," He smiled and leaned closer to me. At his close proximity I could smell his cologne and it was intoxicating causing me to lean much closer to him than I wanted to.

  "You don't know me well enough to like me," I replied.

  "I know enough to like what I see," he said.

  "Oh, really? Tell me Wyatt what do you like?" I asked.

  "I like tattooing, titties and beer. I would like to see what you'd look like in red lipstick, stilettos and one of my tattoo's," he whispered in my ear. His words set me on fire. This guy is smooth. He has mad swag. His smile, those eyes and his damn body has me in flames and my panties soaked.

  "Hmmm...You make me wonder. Are you always this persistent or are you yanking my chain?" I asked.

  "Life is all about finding people who are your kind of crazy and you, Rebel are most definitely my kind of crazy," he murmured. My panties are no longer soaked. They are drenched. I'm afraid to move. I'm sure there will be a huge wet spot on the stool I'm on. What makes matters worse is I haven't even kissed the guy. I'm pretty sure if he kissed me we would both drown in my juices. Jesus, I need to
get a grip on my hormones. He inched closer to me invading the space between my legs. He looked deeply into my eyes and cupped my face. He leaned down and kissed me. He dragged his tongue sensually across my lips seeking entrance. I threw caution to the wind and against my better judgment I opened my mouth and kissed him back. He tasted of beer with a hint of mint. His tongue is pierced. I’ve never kissed a guy who had a piercing in his tongue. It feels incredible. I couldn't help myself and moaned into his mouth. The kiss went on. We were oblivious of our surroundings or at least I was oblivious. I was lost in a torrential downpour of feelings for this guy. I must be nuts. I shouldn't have feelings for this guy. I hardly know him. I haven't even had a date with him. I can't explain it. I feel this connection to him. Without meaning to, I grabbed his shirt. I pulled him closer to me, and ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft and silky. He continued to devour and plunder my mouth. I envisioned his mouth, his tongue, and his finger plundering and devouring my inner most sanctum...my pussy. Our air supply was limited. We reluctantly pulled apart.

  "Fuck," he muttered and ran his fingers through his hair. I was panting and almost hyperventilating. I was on the verge of passing out from lack of oxygen. I've never allowed myself to get lost in a kiss. I've scratched my urges whenever the need arose, but I had to put a stop to this insanity. One night with him wasn’t an option as I would want more. There was no way I could do that. I didn't even know who I was yet. Yes, I know my name is Rebel, but I was on a path to discover who Rebel actually was. What potential I had. All my life I've been just my sister and mothers keeper, but who was the keeper of me? No one. I needed to be my own keeper and getting involved with Wyatt would be my down fall. I just didn't have it in me to be his keeper. Let’s face it. Eventually I would become his keeper. He would depend on me to do things he wouldn't have time to do. Well, what about me? Who would take care of me?

  He looked at me. He was just as affected as I was. He was having difficulty catching his breath. The pulse in his neck is erratically jumping. I'm enthralled by it. I made it jump like that. Me, little keeper, Rebel Walker.

  "Come home with me Rebel," he panted. Fuck me, I want to, but I shouldn't. I couldn't, but damn I want to.

  "Okay," I said before I could stop myself. Oh shit, oh shit. Calm down Reby. Take deep breaths. It's just one night. You could do this. You deserve this. One night of passion. One night to let someone take care of my needs. I look around for Marissa and she's still on the dance floor.

  "I'll be right back. I have to tell Marissa or she'll worry about me." He nods in agreement and moves to the side so I can hop off the stool. As I walk away he grabs my arm trailing his hand slowly down and entwined our fingers together. I shiver from the contact.

  "Hurry back, pretty girl," he whispered. I smile and wink at him. After searching for Marissa on the dance floor I finally spot her in the middle dancing. I squeezed up behind her and whispered in her ear that I was leaving with Wyatt. She gave me a high five that made me laugh.

  We head back to his place. He lives in a loft in Tribeca. His place is huge. It has vaulted ceilings and one ginormous wall of windows. His kitchen has top of the line stainless steel appliances. His stove was part of the island in the middle. His living room boasted contemporary leather couches. A huge flat screen hung on a wall. His walls are pristine white. He has a huge built in library full of history books. I crock an eyebrow at him.

  He shrugs his shoulders, "What? I love history."

  I see a set of stairs to the left of the living room. I look at him silently asking if I can go check out the upstairs. He shrugs his shoulder in an "I don't care" answer. The upstairs is just a bedroom with a bathroom. He has a humongous king size bed. It sits low to the floor with a plush leather headboard and two black nightstand one on each side of the bed. Two small lamps on each nightstand. A big dresser, which has several colognes and a stick of deodorant on top. The bathroom is bigger than my apartment. It has a walk in closet that holds all his clothes and shoes. One side holds his shirts and the other his pants. In the middle there is a built in shoe rack. His things are very neat and organized. Two sink vanity, a commode and a super thin and super clean glass shower stall complete his bathroom. The walls of the shower stall are done in different size slabs of rock.

  I head back downstairs and Wyatt's in the kitchen cooking. He turns towards me, "I thought you might be hungry. I hope pizza's fine," he said while rolling the dough.

  "Pizza is perfect."

  "Make yourself at home. I have wine, beer, soda and water in the fridge if you want," he offered.

  "Thanks, water sounds good. Would you like anything?" I asked.

  "A beer if you don't mind," he said. I hand him his beer. I sit and watch him add the sauce, cheese, and toppings to the pizza. He put the pizza in the oven and heads towards me. He nuzzles my neck and kisses my pulse point. My whole body flutters from the contact.

  "Pizza should be ready in about twenty-five minutes," he mumbled in my neck.

  "However should we pass the time?" I whispered with a smile on my face. I knew how I wanted to kill time. I wanted to kiss him among other things.

  "I can think of a million and one things we can do to kill time," he said. He pulls me up from my seat. He grabs my hand and leads me to the sofa. He sits and pulls me down to straddle him. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him. I put my arms around his neck. I leaned into him and licked his lips. He groaned and nipped my lip in return. His tongue sought entrance into my mouth. The kiss is hungrier than the one from the club. An involuntary moan escaped me and he deepened his hold on my ass. Pulling me closer yet again to him. I can feel his hard cock throbbing between my legs. His hands find their way under my shirt. He caressed my back before unclasping my bra. He pulled my shirt over my head and flung it across the room. His breathing is labored. He took my bra off and cupped my breast. I threw my head back and loudly moaned.

  "So beautiful," he murmured. He pinched my nipples with just the right amount of pressure to make me throb in the most delicious way. He leaned forward and slipped a puckered nipple into his mouth. The feeling of metal on my puckered nipple zaps electricity though my body. He sucked and lifted up a bit and shifted to the right putting me underneath him. He gazed down at me. He bites his lip and lowers his mouth towards my other breast. He sucked the nipple into his mouth. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer rubbing my very needy and very throbbing pussy against his cock. He groaned from the added friction and bites down on my nipple causing a downward ripple effect that zings directly to my clit.

  "You're driving me mad with want, Rebel," he groaned.

  "I...I...I feel the same way," I panted. He proceeded to unbutton my slacks and slowly peeled them off me. His eyes are hooded with unadulterated desire. He slipped a finger inside my panty and fingered my clit.

  "Fuck your soaked," he mumbled. He peppered kisses on my neck slowly making his way towards my shoulder. He bites it, then licks the sting away. My body is on fire. My hormones are on overdrive. I knew he had swag and skills in the pleasure department. He licks his way down. I'm squirming from the myriad of sensations coursing through my body. He buries his face in my crouch and deeply inhaled. His hot breath on my center caused delicious tingles to erupt throughout my body.

  "You smell so good. I want, no I need to taste you, Rebel," he said.

  "God, yes. I need, no I want you to taste me," I purred and just as he started to take my panties off the oven timer went off. Our pizza was ready. He let out a frustrated groan, "Dammit! Come on let's go eat before it burns."

  "Are you sure you want to eat pizza?" I asked.

  "Fuck no. I rather eat you, but I'm a man of my word. I said I'd feed you and I will," he said, while pulling me up with him. I went to grab my clothes, but he stopped me. He picked me up in a fireman's hold and sat me on top of the island. He took the pizza out of the oven and placed it next to us. He pulled me forward and kissed me. I felt a little awkward sitting on the kitchen island in just my
scrap of a panty. Wyatt didn't look bothered by it. He was enjoying the view. He took two slices and cuts them into little pieces. He picked up a piece and blew on it, "Be careful it's hot," and brought it to my lips. I sucked it right in along with his finger.

  "Mm mm," I groaned and his nostrils flair. His eyes smolder. He popped his finger out of my mouth and kissed me. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and mumbled, "So good." I leaned over and took a piece and he opened his mouth. He anticipated me feeding him. I tricked him and put the piece in my mouth. I chewed it and smiled wickedly at him. He raised his eyebrow and smirked. He ripped my panties off and laughed. I picked up another piece of pizza and this time I offered it to him. He shook his head no. I don't know what game he's playing, but I refuse to squirm or let him see me sweat. I popped the piece in my mouth. He watched me from behind his eyelashes. He moved and leaned against the counter crossing his legs, "Eat Rebel, but I want you to do something for me."

  "What exactly do you want me to do?" I whispered.

  "Spread those long ass legs of yours," he said.

  "Why would I do that?" I asked.

  "So I can feast on you glistening pussy."

  Oh my. My temperature sky rocketed and my juices flowed. I hesitated for about a minute. He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort, but I'm not your typical girl. I never back down from a challenge. I inch forward toward one of the corners of the island. I drug the plate with me. I bend one knee up on the counter and spread eagle for him. I'm pretty sure he can see how wet I am. He inched towards me. He licked his lips. His eyes gleamed with a predatory look. He grabbed my leg and slid me forward, "I want you Rebel. I want all of you."

  Breathing at this point has become difficult. At the first swipe of his tongue I moaned. My skin erupted in goose bumps. My stomach fluttered and my leg jerked. The friction of his piercing on my clit feels incredible. It’s round and smooth. The cool metal feel of it on my clit is amazing.