by Natal, Mia
“I’m sorry, pretty girl,” he murmured.
“I know you are,” I whispered.
“Are you in a lot of pain? Do you want a pain med?” he asked.
“No, I’m just sore,” I said. He leaned over and kissed me on my bare shoulder. I felt that kiss all the way to my toes. My body awakened and broke out in goose bumps just by the sheer thought of his lips all over my body. Unfortunately, for me I’m too banged up to do more than just use my imagination.
“I have something for you,” he said.
“Really? What is it?” I asked. He got off the bed and said, “Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”
“I can’t even move without pain shooting through my body. Where exactly do you think I could go?” I playfully asked.
“Not funny, babe,” he said before walking down the stairs. I was glad that he didn’t ask me what happened. I planned to tell him, but just not now. It was still fresh in my mind and I didn’t want to let lose any tears. I was so terrified tonight. I thought I was never going to see Wyatt or Bailey. I honestly thought Benny was going to kill me. If it wasn’t for Mrs. Sullivan coming to my rescue I probably would be dead. I shuddered at the thought. Wyatt came back with a little bundle of fur in his arms and my heart rate picked up. He placed the adorable little puppy on the bed. He scampered my way wagging his tail and licking my face. He had the cutest baby bark. I loved him instantly. I hugged him to me and looked at Wyatt. My eyes became watery as I took in the wonderful man before me. God, I love him so fucking much.
“I love him, thank you,” I cried.
“Hey…hey, pretty girl don’t cry, it breaks my heart every time I see you cry,” he said.
“These are happy tears. No one’s ever bought me a gift, much less a pet. What’s his name?” I said.
“He doesn’t have one yet. I left that honor to you,” he said. I picked up the puppy and looked at him. He had eyes the color of a deep plum, almost like mine.
“What should we name you, fella?” I asked. The puppy just wagged his tale and barked.
“I think he loves you, pretty girl,” he said.
“What do you think I should name him?” I asked.
“Switching the question on me?” he playfully asked.
“It was worth a shot,” I replied.
“Pick a name, Rebel. He’s patiently waiting to hear it,” he chuckled. If my body didn’t hurt so much I would have picked up a pillow and hit him with it.
“He’s black as midnight with eyes of blue. He has the cutest bark and he’s happy with his wagging tail. Umm…I think I wanna name him Blue. What do you think, fella?” I asked him and he barked and wagged his tail.
“Sounds to me he likes the name,” he said.
“Yeah, I think so too. Can he sleep with us?” I asked. Wyatt pouts and said, “See I do something nice for you and you traded me in for a scruffy fur ball.”
“I did not, you big baby,” I playfully said. Blue must have liked the idea of sleeping with us because he settled down next to my head and placed a tiny paw on my cheek.
“I hope you know he’s not sleeping with us every night,” he said.
“Why not?” I asked.
“I won’t be able to have my wicked ways with you if the fur ball is in attendance,” he stated. I giggled at his admission.
“You think that’s funny? I’m dead serious,” he said and settled both of us in bed. He gently put his arm around my waist and kissed me on the check.
“Get some sleep, baby. I love you,” he whispered tenderly
“Good night, honey. I love you too,” I said before I let sleep take me.
SLEEP DIDN’T COME easy for me. I had too many emotions churning inside me. I was one lucky bastard because had it been any other girl I would be given a swift kick in the ass before I was shoved out the door. I brought her home from the hospital then I left her when she needed me, but I was fucking angry. I was angry that my girl was attacked and injured. I originally intended to go for a walk until I calmed down, but I let my temper get the best of me. I was livid with my neighbor. He must have been watching through the window for signs of her because the minute the elevator door open so did his door. He stepped out as if he had every right to look at her. Then my anger sky rocketed when Rebel said she would be working closely with the douche bag that lived in apartment 17. I didn't know the asshole, but the way his eyes drank her in when he saw her made my blood boil. He was devouring her with his eyes and if she wasn't in my arms I would have beat him within an inch of his life. I acted like an insensitive bastard. She was hurt and in need of comfort, so instead of staying to take care of her I stormed out of my apartment. I had to go get the puppy, which was sound asleep in the car, but first I knocked on Oswald’s door and give him an incentive to keep his hands off my girl.
The door opened and surprise lit his face, “What can I do for you, neighbor.” I stared at him, not knowing why I knocked, but knew I had to say my peace before I could move on.
“Stay away from Rebel,” I warned.
“Look, man I know she’s your girl, but don’t you think that’s her decision?” he asked.
“I didn’t like you from the minute you taped a note to me door, but know I know I highly dislike you. Consider this a warning and take it however you want, stay the fuck away from Rebel!” I growled and walked away.
“Warning received,” his said laughing. The echo of his laughter vibrated through the hallway grated on my nerves. I knew he wasn’t going to back down.
“Son of a motherfucking douchebag”, I mumbled quickly in a hissing breath. I knew trying to reason with that clown was a big waste of my breath and words. It was obvious he was going to pursue her. God, I must be crazy, but I saw the want in his eyes. Well, he can try, but I can damn guarantee he is not getting my girl!
I got in my car and drove to the nearest supermarket for puppy food. I figured this would do until I was able to get Rebel the necessary items for her new friend. With the pup in hand I got what I needed and headed back home. When I walked through the door and saw Rebel passed out in an awkward position I felt like the biggest and dumbest ass in the world. I should have put her to bed and seen to her comfort. I never should have left her alone…period. I gently picked her up and quickly raced up the stairs. I placed on her on the bed and removed her shoes, socks and jeans. I had to take a scissor to her bloodied shirt to remove it. The cast on her hand hindered from being removed normally. I peppered her soft skin with tiny kisses. I deeply inhaled her unique aroma, she always smelled like lemons and sunshine. She was my ray of light in my dark and dreary world.
I heard her moan and I didn’t know if it was out of pain or a dream, but I instantly shifted and kissed her shoulder.
“Mmm…,” she moaned.
“Hey, pretty girl you weren’t supposed to feel that. You’re supposed to be asleep,” I murmured.
“Hmm, why wasn’t I supposed to feel your lips on my shoulder,” she mumbled.
“Because those are my secret kisses that I bestow upon you when you’re sound asleep,” I whispered against her shoulder.
“Do you do that often?” she asked.
“Every single night when we’re together,” I answered.
“Wow, you always know what to say to take my breath away,” she said.
“Well, that makes two of us, because every time I see you, I stop breathing for a second,” I said.
She tried to shift and winced in pain. I brushed her hair off her face, kissed her lips and said, “I guess it’s time for you to take the medication the doctor prescribed for the pain.”
“I don’t want to take them. They make me groggy. I much rather stare at you,” she said.
“Baby, staring at me is not going to take the pain away,” I said.
“Yes, but when I look at you I love the reflection of me in your eyes,” she whispered.
“Why is that, baby?” I whispered back.
“Because in those innocent eyes…those kissabl
e lips…your great smile…your soothing voice…absolutely fills me with your love, something I never had and that babe, takes my pain away,” she whispered.
“You cannot say things like that to me when you’re hurt,” I groaned.
She chuckled and said, “Why.”
“Because I’m beside you, but I would much rather be inside you and we can’t,” I grumbled. I felt something crawl up my leg. I looked down and Blue was wagging his tail looking smug that he put a halt to my ever growing arousal for Rebel.
“I think our little friend here needs to go out. I’ll get your meds before I take him out,” I said. She puckered her lips in a naughty pout. I couldn’t resist and leaned down and kissed her tenderly. I hopped out of bed grabbed my jeans off the floor and put them on.
“Umm…, Wyatt I have to go to the bathroom,” she said. I smiled at her before I delicately picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I slowly lowered her to the floor and told her, “Hold on to my shoulders so I can lower your panties.” I eased her slowly onto the toilet and leaned against the wall.
“Can I have some privacy,” she said.
“Sure,” I said and turned around giving her my back.
“Wyatt, get out. I’ll call you when I’m done,” she laughed.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” I was joking of course, but she’s adorable when she’s embarrassed.
“Wyatt!” she screeched. I chuckled as I exited the bathroom. I went and sat next to Blue on the bed, who was patiently waiting his turn for relief. I stroked his soft fur while he licked my hands. I heard the toilet flush and made my way back into the bathroom. I slipped her undies back on and lifted her into my arms. I took her back to bed and then I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. I snatched the pills of the counter and made my way back to her. I handed her the glass and pills. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Get some rest,” I said.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“It’s barely after six,” I said as I lifted Blue off the bed.
WHEN I GOT back with Blue she was sound asleep. I placed the pup next to her and he snuggled close to her. I undressed and climbed in next to them.
I woke several hours later. I found myself in a conundrum. I had several clients lined up for today, but I needed to be here with her. I thought it was ironic that before I met Rebel, my shop was my first priority, but now she’s my number one priority. I might be selfish. I might be greedy but I want to spend every minute with her and not have to share her with anyone else. For the first time in my life I’ve found someone I hate leaving. I’ve found someone that I can’t get enough of. She accepts me for who I am, a tattooed pierced hooligan and she hasn’t run off yet or asked me to change.
“Ugh, my body hurts,” she said.
“Do you need something for the pain?” I asked.
“Negative, I need to get to work,” she said.
“You’re not going to work today. Linda knows. I called her last night and she said for you to take the rest of the week off,” I replied.
“You called my boss?” she asked.
“Yes, I did. You’re hurt, Rebel. You need to rest and let your body heal,” I said.
“That was my call to make Wyatt, not yours,” she adamantly said.
“I know it’s your choice, but I also knew you will be stubborn and try to go in to work. I did what I thought was best for you. I’m sorry, but taking care of you is my responsibility now,” I said. I saw the fight die within her and something else took. Her eyes got dark and smoky. Her breathing became labored. She whispered, “I really want to kiss you right now.” I groaned at the silky seductiveness of her voice. I leaned into her and placed my lips on hers and gently bit down on them, sucking them into my mouth before uniting our tongues. I pulled back from the kiss and murmured against her lips, “Your voice is my favorite sound. I love every moment when you’re in my arms. You, Rebel are my reason to smile.”
“I didn’t want to need you, but I do. When I took one look at you, Wyatt I knew there was no turning back for me. Take my hand, take all of me, but I can’t help falling more in love with you each and every day,” she said.
I caressed her cheek and looked deeply into her pretty eyes and said, “Baby, you have no idea how fast my heart is beating right now for you. For every passing moment, I find a thousand new reasons to love you completely and totally…only you…forever.” I can’t explain how and why I fell completely head over heels in love with her in such a short period of time, but that’s just how I feel. If this isn’t love I wish someone would point me in the right direction and explain what I’m feeling, because I never felt this way before her.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“I don’t think we should. I want you, trust me I do, but you’re hurt and I don’t want to hurt you more,” I said.
“Please, Wyatt I just need to feel you,” she said.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you,” I said with a devilish glint in my eyes.
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WYATT’S ARMS CASCADED down my back. His large hands come to a finish on my buttocks. He lifts my pelvis up so that his mouth is aligned with my center. His warm breath seeps through my panties caressing my pussy and sending delicious tingles over my body.
“Please, Wyatt,” I moaned.
He chuckled deep and in a husky voice he says, “Be patient, love.”
“I can’t. I need more,” I whispered. He looked up at me and grinned and lowered his mouth between my legs. He inhaled deeply and kissed my center, emitting a loud, crashing moan from me.
“Pleeeassse, Wyatt!” I cried desperately for him. He tears the panties down my legs and his lips flow fluently down to my swollen, pink outer lips and I shudder. His tongue is lovingly licking my clit. His hands hold up my hips to give him better access. He pushed my legs apart and devoured me with his tongue, his mouth. There wasn't an inch of my intimate part that he didn't neglect. I was lost in my own personal state of bliss.
“Oh, God,” I panted, while trying to get closer to his mouth. I felt two of his fingers slide into my hot, wet depths and obviously pleased with himself he groaned into me. His fingers continue to stroke and push, pull and squeeze. His tongue licked and sampled, nibbled and teased me into a state of frenzy.
“Pleeeasse, Wyatt, I need to…I want…,” I groaned.
“Let go, baby. Come for me. Come on my fingers, my tongue and mouth,” he commanded. My inside clenched pleasurably and I tightened around his fingers and his tongue continued to manipulate my clit lovingly. I shuddered and lightning flashed throughout every nerve ending in my body.
He bit my inner thigh and looked up at me with a mischievous smile, “God, I love the way you taste and I could do that all day, baby.” He eased me back softly to the bed and made his way up towards me. He kissed me on the lips and I could taste myself. I found it highly erotic.
“What about you, Wyatt?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about me that was about you, taking care of you and bringing you pleasure,” he replied. Then I did something. I said something I’ve never said to a man before, “Stroke yourself, Wyatt. Let me see you pleasure yourself.”
“Fuck,” he growled while running his fingers through his hair. He got off the bed and lowered his briefs to the floor taking his engorged penis in his hands. He leisurely squeezed his dick and his breathing was labored. I used my good hand and pinched my nipple invoking a moan from Wyatt. As he continued to stroke himself I could feel my juices seeping down my leg and my nipples hardened even more. My breathing quickened and his rhythm became faster, harder. He was breathing heavily and said in between grunts, “Fuck yourself with your fingers, Rebel.”
I slipped two fingers inside me and groaned, “So good.”
“You’re so fucking hot and I’m turned the fuck on just watching you pleasure yourself,” he groaned. He climbed on the bed and kneeled in between my legs to get a better
view of what I was doing. He continued to stroke himself and I fingered myself for his viewing pleasure.
“I need more…I need to taste you!” I cried.
“Jesus,” he muttered and increased his rhythm. I started to feel that familiar tingling sensation between my legs. He quickened his pace and said, “I want to come in your mouth while fucking your tits. Would you let me do that to you, Rebel? Fuck your tits,” he groaned. I’ve never had anyone ask that of me much less perform those kinds of sex acts, but the way he said it turned me on more. I was horny as hell for him.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned. He placed his legs over my torso aligning his cock between my breasts. He kneaded and squeezed both of them together. He was teasing and sucking on both nipples, but then he stopped. He leaned back and commenced stroking himself.
“Wyatt,” I groaned.
“Fuck, baby. You have me so turned the fuck on I forgot you can’t squeeze your beautiful tits together with one hand. You need both, so I guess we will both have to do without,” he growled.
“No…no, I want to taste you,” I wailed.
“Patience, baby you will taste me in a second when I come inside that luscious mouth of yours. He stroked himself faster and harder and said, “Open wide, Rebel.” I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he came in spurts in my mouth, cheek and chin. I lapped up as much as I could and Wyatt slumped on the bed next to me panting. That had to have been the single most erotic thing I’ve ever done and I was looking forward to more of those moments with him. We lay side by side in bed, still panting until I started to feel sticky and icky.
