A Heart for Rebel

by Natal, Mia

  “Okay, if you sure it’s nothing. I was thinking you might want to tag along and come to the first day of the expo with me,” he said.

  “I would love to go. I’ve never been to one.”

  “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

  “Yes, I’m fine. Let me take a quick shower and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

  “Want me to wash your back?”

  “If you join me, we will never leave on time. Now go on, get out.” He placed his hands on my cheeks and looked me deeply in the eyes. I saw the concern in his eyes and I didn’t want him to worry about my health. I plastered a fake smile on my face and stuck my tongue out at him. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead, “I love you, Rebel, so much.” He turned around and walked out the bathroom as I stood there in a love induce daze.

  I WAS IN awe in the enormity of the convention center. There were over one hundred and fifty tattoo artists from around the world attending. On the way there, I learned that Wyatt and his crew were chosen to attend and have a booth of their own. He took me completely by surprise. I was so proud of him and his crew. People from around the country were here to get a tattoo from them. The Madd Tatter’s booth was decked out. There were t-shirts with tattoo sketches on them, piercings of all kinds in glass cases and tattoo machinery for sale. I left the guys to set-up for the day and I wandered around taking in the sights. I realized that tattoos are much like my art instead of being on a canvas they are etched onto some ones flesh. As I walked further away I noticed a sign for the annual Miss inked up model competition. Every woman with unique tattoos were encouraged to sign up and have the fans decide who had the best tattoo. If I had loads of tattoos on my body I would have signed up, but since I only had two I didn’t feel I qualified. I wanted to have a few more and wondered if Wyatt would have a chance today to create one for me. I came across a coffee stand and purchased coffees and pastries for the group. When it was my turn to place my order I was hit with a wave of dizziness and I was suddenly nauseous again. What the hell was wrong with me? I’ve never been sick a day in my life since I had to take care of Bailey I always made sure to take care of myself.

  “Hi, young lady, what can I get for you today?” the coffee barista asked. I looked at him and whispered, “Bathroom.” He pointed to a hallway straight ahead of me and I took off like a gazelle in that direction, praying I made it before I emptied the contents of my stomach on the floor. When I came out of the bathroom I noticed people milling about looking at paintings that were on the walls. I kept my focus on the canvases on the wall not paying attention as to where I was walking. I was so engrossed admiring the sea of colors around me I collided with someone. I was painfully grabbed by the arms and a chilling evil voice hissed, "My, my, my. If it isn't goody two shoes little Rebel Walker." I felt the color drain from my face as I looked into the eyes of the douche bag, Victor, who used to supply my mother with drugs and snarled, "Let go of me!"

  "Not until we've talked and you tell me the whereabouts of your mother. She owes me money and I plan to collect it from her."

  "I don't know where she is. Your money issues with her are not my problem. Now get the fuck off me!" Victor grabbed me by the hair and yanked it hard bringing tears to my eyes.

  "Listen here, you little bitch, either you tell me where to find her or I will extract payment from your hide."

  Someone in the crowd yelled out, "Let go of that girl."

  Victor growled, "My girlfriend and I are just having a misunderstanding. No need to concern yourself." I gathered all the strength that I had and punched him in his Adam's apple.

  "He is not my boyfriend. Please someone help me." Victor became more belligerent and smacked me hard across the face splitting my lip open. I whimpered out of pain and fear. I'm not stupid. I know just how vindictive, and evil he could be. I tried to wrestle from the hold he had me in, but he just gripped me tighter. All the adrenaline coursing through my body was making me light headed. One minute I was gripped tightly in Victor's clutches and the next I was falling backwards into someone's arms.

  "I got you Reb," Ty said. I looked towards Victor and Wyatt had him in a chokehold a few feet off the ground. "Wanna tell me why you had a hold of my girl before I beat the ever living fuck outta you?" Wyatt growled menacingly.

  "The bitch’s mother owes me money." I cringed inwardly. That was the wrong thing Victor could have said. I tried to make my way towards them, but Ty kept a pretty firm grip around me. I watched in horror as Wyatt slammed him against the wall using Victor's face as a punching bag.

  "Ty, you have to stop him, before security gets here and kicks them out. Wyatt can't miss out on this event."

  "Reb, do you honestly really think this event is more important to him than you?"

  "I know that Ty, but I don't want to be the cause of him missing this event. This means something to him, please."

  "Fuck! He's going to kill me if I let go of you. You know that right?"

  "I won't let him. I promise, just please, please stop him." Ty let go of me and ran to Wyatt gripping his arms back. "Wyatt, you gotta stop man before you get arrested. Reb is freaking out."

  "Get the fuck off me Ty. I need to teach this fucking cunt here a lesson about how very, very fucking stupid he is by touching what's mine."

  "Bro, he's not worth it."

  "He's a worthless fucking piece of scum, but my girl is worth it. I wasn't there for her the first time he attacked her, but I'm here now and I will be teaching him a very painful lesson." Wyatt was struggling to lose Ty's hold on him and didn't notice Victor unsteadily coming after them. I yelled, "Watch out!"

  Wyatt turned around and kicked Victor in the gut, sending him flying back on his ass. It was at this inopportune moment the police arrived and witness Wyatt kick to Victor’s gut. He was immediately tackled and placed in handcuffs. I immediately ran up to the police officer and defended him, “Please, release him. He didn’t start this fight. He was only defending me from that man over there, whom has previously attacked me.”

  “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step back and let us do our jobs. Let us detain the perpetrators and then we can ask questions to what transpired here. Wyatt looked at me and said, “Baby, it’s alright. Let the police officers do their jobs then we can straighten this out.”

  “I don’t want you to be arrested because of me.”

  “For you I wouldn’t mind being arrested just as long as you’re safe.” Wyatt looked at the officer and said to him, “My girl needs medical attention, please make sure she gets it.”

  “Sir, we asked dispatch to send EMT here to take a look at her.”

  It took hours for the police to take statements from the people that witnessed the incident. I was worried the convention reps would ask Wyatt to leave and not ask him to return the following year. Ty tried to calm my fears by saying that would never happen, but I still felt all this was my fault. The police eventually let Wyatt go. I pressed charges against Victor and due to the fact that he had attacked me prior to this incident, the police felt it probable cause to check his person. They found a switch blade and a small bag of marijuana on him. That would put him away for at least a night. The EMT checked me out and luckily for me I didn’t need any stiches on my lip. They gave me an ice pack and advised aspirin for any pain.

  I WAS SITTING on a stool with my knees propped up and my sketchbook against them. I was busy sketching a mythological Phoenix rising from its own ashes. I drew it as part peacock and part pheasant with flames towards its tail. Underneath it I wrote "before you can rise, you must fall." Wyatt was working on a tattoo for a client. I was a little miffed at him. He has ignored me since the incident with Victor a few hours ago. He was angry that I didn’t want him to take me back to the beach house. I couldn’t do that to him. I knew from Annie that this event is important to him. He had clients booked a year in advance. It was a way for him to get his name out in the tattoo world. She told me he hopes to open several shops around the country, startin
g in Florida.

  He was in his element, working his artistic magic and he was beautiful. He’s my beautiful. He looked up and caught me eyes. We just stared at each other for a second before he smiled and winked at me. I felt my heart flutter and I licked my lips. He groaned and I laughed. He said something to his client and came my way. He bent down and whispered, “Can I lick your lips?”

  I broke out in goose bumps from his nearness. I licked my lips again and swallowed. My throat hurt from swallowing. I winced and Wyatt noticed. He muttered under his breath, “fuck,” Slowly he brought his hands to my throat and caressed it. Gently his fingers moved on my throat. It felt silky and sensual. His touch was comforting to me. He leaned closer to me and licked my lips until they parted under him allowing his tongue to slip inside and tangle with mine. He tasted like mint and coffee. In other words he tasted delicious. The kiss went on forever, or at least I thought it did. He broke the kiss took the sketchpad out of my hands and placed it on top of the booth. He grabbed my hand and said, “Do you want to get out of here?”

  “I would love to, but don’t you have clients booked for the day?”

  “I do, but you’re more important to me.” Spending the rest of the day with him sounded like heaven and just when I was about to agree I heard a feminine voice say, “Damn Wyatt, this tat is wicked. This is the one I want for sure.” We both turned towards the voice. The girl was gorgeous with her brunette hair in curls. She was tall and she had a body to go with the face. She was the total package, long legs and tits out to there. Wyatt looked at the sketch and smiled, “Hey Lori, though it is a very cool sketch there is no way I can do it. It’s not my sketch, it’s my girlfriend’s sketch.” Lori looked over at me and if looks could kill I’d be six feet under the ground by now. I’ve never met a tat bunny, but I knew she was one of them by the way she devoured Wyatt with her eyes. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Is that her?”

  Wyatt pulled me close to him and kissed my forehead before he said, “Yeah, this my girl, Rebel. Rebel, meet Lori.”

  I smiled and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Lori.”

  She gave me the stink-eye before she replied, “Same here.”

  Wyatt took out a portfolio and passed it to Lori, “Here take a look through these and let me know which one you decide on.”

  “I don’t want any of the ones in the book. I want the one your girl sketched, that is if it’s alright with her.”

  I looked Lori in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, but I designed that one for me.” She wanted to act like a bitch then so can I. She glared at me and flipped through the book and decided on a Koi fish and told him she wanted it on her thigh.

  Wyatt looked at the design she chose and said, “Go sit in the chair behind the curtain, Lori and I’ll have Ty do your tat.”

  “Wait, I thought you were doing it?” she asked.

  “I’m sorry, but Rebel was attacked earlier today and I want to take her home. Ty is just as good as me.” She pouted her lips and gave him puppy dog eyes, but did as he said. Wyatt drew me back into his arms and whispered, “Did you really sketch that phoenix to have it tattoed on you?”

  I giggled and said, “No, but she was being mean and I wanted to be spiteful.”

  He chuckled and pulled me closer into his arms and said, “Let me do the tattoo on you.” I placed my face on his chest and inhaled his scent before saying, “Okay, I would love that.”

  “Good, let me get some of my equipment to do the tattoo later today after you’ve rested.” He kissed my forehead and disappeared behind the curtains.

  I WAS FUCKING upset that some asshole dared to lay a hand to my girl. I had no choice but to beat the shit out of him. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands and I would have done so if Ty hadn’t pulled me off him. I wasn’t happy to be detained by the police, but I made sure they took care of Rebel’s injuries. I wanted to take her home, but my brave girl would have none of that. She told me I had to stay and take care of business. Didn’t she realize how her wellbeing is more important to me? I didn’t want to argue with her. I thought I lost her once and I wasn’t about to go through that shit again. I gave in to her demands and set her up with her sketchpad and a stool. I didn’t speak to her for hours. I knew she was sneaking glances at me trying to get my attention, but I ignored her. Ignoring her was by far the hardest thing I have ever done. Rebel is extremely hard to ignore. When she wasn’t looking in my direction I gazed at her. Damn, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

  I told Ty we were leaving since Annie hadn’t arrived yet. I left the car with Ty and we took a cab back to the house. I lead her upstairs and undressed her. I put her in bed and after shucking my own clothes I climbed in with her. I gathered her in my arms, kissed her forehead and said, “Sleep baby.” She nodded and quickly drifted off. I woke up when I felt Rebel stir in her sleep, burrowing deeper into my body. I slowly dragged my eyes down her body. Her nipples were puckered and looked divine. Her skin is the color of honey. I wanted to lick every inch of her. And her long fucking legs made my mouth water. She turned over placing her round pretty ass on my dick. I thought my cock had reached maximum hardness, but with her ass rubbing against it made me harder. I rolled with her and palmed her tits. She stirred and moaned. I cupped her sex and licked her neck. I slipped my finger through her fold and she was soaked. I finger her clit as her breathing escalated. She moaned, “God, Wyatt.” She was perfect for me. Her tits were more than a handful and I love the feel of them in the palm of my hands. Her nipples are a dark rose color and it turns me on when they become hard points that I can manipulate with my fingers and mouth. I love to pinch, tug and suck on them. Her round luscious ass is firm and inviting, but her pussy is the piece of resistance. It’s so pink and it beckons my cock to enter and thrust into her. Her clit is a tiny nub which loves to be sucked, licked and nibbled on. She’s all I ever wanted in life... a home. Rebel is my home, my heart and everything in between. She's amazing just the way she is. She has ingenuity, finesse, drive, ambition and she's very artistic. I love the way she comes alive in my hands. I turn her over so that she’s facing me. I reached for her pulling her closer to me. Her tits slide up against my chest. I can feel her excitement and the heat in between her legs as I caress her ass. I pull her closer so she could feel just how hard I am for her. I bite her bottom lip gently and slide my tongue across it. She returns the kiss and makes her way towards my neck and behind my ear. Her hot breath against my ear gives me goose bumps. She laughs at my reaction to her. I smile because there is no place I’d rather be than here with her, loving every inch of her. I trace my finger down her spine and now she has goose bumps. “You are so beautiful, so responsive to me.” I watch enthralled as her hands grab my stiffening cock and strokes it. “I want to taste you, Wyatt,” she breathes.

  “Fuck yes!” I groaned. She slides down my body and takes my hard as a rock dick into her mouth. She pinched her nipples and with her other hand she is touching her pussy. I am so turned on. My senses are on overload from having my dick sucked and watching my girl pleasuring herself. I don’t know if I should watch my dick disappearing inside her mouth or her fingers as she plunges them in and out of her sweet pussy. I’m at my breaking point knowing I’m minutes away from finding my release in her mouth. I pull on her hair silently asking her to release me and she does. I slowly slither down placing her legs on my shoulder. My lips are perfectly aligned with her pussy lips. I breathe in her scent and my mouth waters. I start to methodically lick her pussy, lapping up her wetness like I was dying of thirst. I push a finger inside her, twisting and turning them to get it nice and wet.

  “Oh god, yes Wyatt,” she moans.

  I slip in out of her and suck her juices off my finger. I place tiny kisses on the inside of her thighs. She lets out a breath and relaxes. I carefully and tenderly ease my finger in and proceed to suck and lick her clit. She holds on to my hair pushing me closer to her folds. She bucks her hips as I increase the pressure on her clit and e
ase a second finger in her. The friction and heat is intense. I can feel she is on the edge of her orgasm and I pick up the pace with my fingers and my tongue. She clenches my fingers and her juices are dripping down my chin as she cries out my name with her release. She’s panting and her legs are shaking. I love how she taste and push my tongue faster inside her until she rides the last wave of her orgasm. I slip my fingers out of her and kiss her pussy lips before I remove her legs off my shoulders.

  I grab her ass and whisper in her ear, “I want you to fuck me. Ride my cock, Rebel”

  “Yes,” she pants.

  “Come Straddle me, baby.” She eagerly complies and inserts my aching hard cock inside her. She grabs on to my shoulders and grinds on my cock. I moaned from the delicious friction her body is creating. I pull her down towards me and kiss her softly at first then I devour her tongue, sucking and twisting it with mine. I caressed her tits and pinched her nipples. She moaned against my lips and I lost control. I flipped her so that she was now underneath me and I started to kiss a path down her. She moaned, “Please Wyatt, I need more.”

  “We’re not in a race, baby. We have all the time in the world and I promise to make you feel so good,” I pant.

  “I’m on fire, Wyatt. I need you to move,” she whimpers. I slowly ease out of her and push back in. I finger her clit and she bucks from the friction and I pick up my pace.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight. I won’t be able to hold on much longer.” I ease my fingers away from her clit and pick up my pace. I’m thrusting hard and fast in her. She’s breathing heavily and I know she’s close. I lean down to her and rasp out, “Play with your clit.” She eagerly complies and uses two fingers to circle her clit.

  “It’s too much, Wyatt,” she moans.

  “It’s not too much, baby. You’re doing great. You feel fucking incredible. Come for me,” I grunt.