A Heart for Rebel

by Natal, Mia

  AS I DROVE back to the convention center, I was lost in thoughts. My mind was consumed with the knowledge that Rebel's pregnant and I'm the father. Fuck I felt like I was in one of those day time drama shows where they do paternity test and the results are in the envelope waiting for the audience to hear, "in the case of Rebel Walker 6 week fetus, Wyatt Verity, you are the father." I had no idea if I was ready to be a dad. Hell I'm not father material. I'm not a good role model. I have a Juvie record. What kind of father could I possibly be? I know I clearly said to the doctor we are keeping it, but is that the right choice? Does Rebel even want a kid? I mean she said she always took care of everyone around her, but never had anyone to take care of her. Did I screw up her life? Fuck, I just don't know. The tattoo expo is packed when I get there. There are at least five people waiting at my booth for tats. Ty was finishing up a tattoo for a lovely busty blonde, who was clearly flirting with him. I raised my eyebrow at him and he laughed.

  "Who’s next?" I asked.

  "The big dude with the red bandana on his head." I call the guy over with my hand and he saunters over and says, "You Wyatt?"

  "Yeah, I'm Wyatt.”

  "My buddy, Pete said I should ask for you. He said you do outstanding work."

  "I do alright and Pete's biased since he's been my client for years. I've done all of his tats."

  "Yeah Pete did tell me that."

  "What kind of tattoo are you wanting to get?" I asked.

  He looked at me and said, "I'm A.J. and I want you to know I'm not a freak or a weirdo."

  "Why would I think that?"

  "I wanted you to know that before I show you the tat I want." It never occurred to me to pass judgments on what people want inked on their skin. I'm not the one that has to like it or wear it for that matter, but it does have to look good. I make a living off of inking skin, therefore my tattoo has to look outstanding. I take pride on my art and the way this guy is explaining the tat before I see it had me a little nervous. I take a close look at the guy. He's big, bigger than me. His head is covered in a red bandana like Ty said. He has a leather vest with a patch. He's obviously in a MC club.

  I look him in the eye and say, "I'm not here to judge. I'm here to ink whatever you want."

  The guy reaches into his vest and takes a children's book, "Where the wild things are," by Maurice Sendak."I want the creatures and the boy inked on my back."

  "I could do that. Do you want me to ink the name of the book above the characters?"

  "Yeah and at the bottom I want, for my buttercup, Emma."

  I nod my head and show him to my chair. I explain I have to sketch it out first before I can scan it to the transfer paper. As I draw it out I can't help but ask, "Not that's it's any of my business, but why do you want this tattooed on your back?"

  "I dated this girl once. I was in deep with her, then one day she broke me when she just upped and left. No explanation, no nothing… just… gone. Two years later some girl showed up on my door step with a two year old girl named, Emma. She said she was my ex’s friend and the little girl was my daughter. She told me my ex died in a car accident and that she couldn’t take care of the little girl. I was the only living relative. Anyways, I was like I don't know how to be a father. I can't even take care of myself. She just left her with me. She gave me all her stuff, clothes, toys, book and shit. I was freaked at first. I didn't know what to do with a little girl. She cried all the time and refused to sleep. I was losing my fucking mind until one day while rummaging through her things I came across that book. Her little chocolate eyes lit up and she smiled showing two deep dimples. Stole my breath and my heart in that moment. It's her favorite book. I read it to her every night right before her bed time. Sometimes she makes me read three or four times before she's out. This is for her." Listening to him talk about his daughter put things into perceptive for me. I want to have a cute pet name for my daughter. I want to read bed time stories to her. I'm no longer afraid to be a father, because after listening to this guy talk about his daughter I know I would do anything to see my little girl happy, if we have a little girl. I took my time inking the tattoo on the guy. I wanted it stand out for his little girl. As I worked diligently on his skin, thoughts of Rebel swam in my head. I lost my self in one particular orgasmic memory.

  I WAS IN the bathroom getting ready to take a shower when she stepped inside the room. I couldn’t help myself; I walked over to her and pushed her up against the door. I kissed her hard and deep. I was a starving and I wanted a taste of her. I help her strip out of her clothes and my cock twitches at the mere sight of her. She has the sexiest legs they are long and go on forever. Her breasts are full and perky. Her nipples were hard begging me to suck on them. I captured one in my mouth and suck on it hard while I pinched the other one. She moaned, “Wyatt.” I love the sound of my name on her lips. We break apart and stepped inside the shower. I reached for her body wash and slowly soaped up her body and she pressed herself against 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 pull away from her and lean back against the wall. 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 lift her up and slam her up against the shower wall. 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 rim her back end.

  She tightens and tensed at the intrusion. I stilled my finger and said, “Relax, Pretty girl. Trust me it will feel good.” 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 ease a second finger in her rear end. 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 rear end and kiss her pussy lips before I remove her legs off my shoulders.

  I grab her ass and whisper in her ear, “I want to fuck you here. Would you let me do that, Rebel?”

  “Yes,” she pants. I quickly wash her and myself. I don’t bother drying us off. I take her hand and lead her to the bed, “Get on your hands and knees, baby.” She eagerly complies. I open the draw on my nightstand and get the bottle of lube I bought earlier that day. I pop the cap and squeeze a good amount in my palm and lubricate my dick with it. I leisurely and gradually ease myself inside her. I don’t move. I patiently wait for her to get acclimated with having my dick in her ass. I
have one hand on her hip and place one on her mound and cup it. She wiggles her butt and pushes back into me. I clench my teeth to keep myself from ramming into her. I don’t want to hurt her, I want to give her pleasure.

  “Patience, baby. I promise it will feel 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 maneuver a finger inside her slit. She bucks from the friction and I pick up my pace.

  IT WAS A long, long afternoon. I was ready to wrap things up here and head back to Rebel.

  I fucking missed her. Her body in my arms, her lips pressed against mine, her tongue mingling with mine, her scent, being buried deep inside her and everything in between. I just fucking missed her. When Ty and I made it back I headed straight to our room and found her sleeping. She looked like an angel. I quietly made my way towards the bed and crawled in bed with her. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. She reached for me and kissed me with all the pent up emotion that I’ve been carrying around since I left her this afternoon. I pull from the kiss, but keep my lips pressed to hers. I look into her eyes and murmur into her mouth, “I want you, Rebel. I fucking want you so bad, baby. I need to be balls deep inside you.”

  She moans and presses deeper into me and rotates her hips against me. I can feel the heat from between her legs on my cock. I lift her up and place her over me so that she’s straddling me. I need to be inside her so badly. Rebel breaks the kiss and says, “Wyatt, we need to talk.”

  “Later. I want to do something else right now,” I murmur into her neck.

  “It’s important.”

  “Baby, please. We’ll talk later. Right now I just want to make love to you and fuck you until you tell me you’re mine.” With one hand on her hip and the other tangled in her hair I flip her over on the bed. I push her up against the head board. “Grab the head board, Rebel. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Don’t let go. I need you to hold on tight.” She trembles. She’s excited. I can smell her arousal and it makes me harder than I already am. I’m holding on by a thin thread and I have to make this good for her first because I’m not sure I have the will or the stamina to hold the fuck off. I reach and pull off her top. I leaned forward and laid my head between the valley of her breasts and inhale her scent. God, I missed her fucking scent. A scent that’s uniquely hers, peaches and cream. I undo the button of her shorts and slip my hand underneath her body. I squeeze her ass as I strip the shorts and panties off her.

  “God, you are so beautiful, Rebel,” I whisper as I trail kisses down between the valley of her breast to her navel. I can feel the exhilaration of her heart rate and her sexy hitches from her shallow breathing. I know she is way the fuck turned on and all I’ve done is place tiny kisses down her midriff.

  “Wyatt, please,” she moaned.

  “Please what? Tell me what my pretty girl wants,” I rasped out in a sexual induced voice.

  “I want you, no I need you to love me,” she whimpered.

  “Patience, baby I intend to love you.” I make my way slowly back up her body until I am near her lips. I leaned down and took her mouth into mine. I devoured her lips with mine. I missed her mouth, kissing her and having her mouth around my cock. She let go of the head board to tangle her hand in my hair. I pulled back from her lips, “Hands to the head board, baby. Don’t let go.” She easily complied and placed her hands back around on the head board. It had nothing to do with dominance, but rather for me to practice control. Having her hands on me was like walking on thin ice and I had no intention of falling in so quickly when it cracked. I wanted her primed and ready for me and there was no way in hell I was going to come before her. I kissed, nibbled and licked her neck. Her watchful eyes were heavily lidded and aroused. I continued my decent until I reached the juncture between her legs. I buried my face and inhaled her sweet scent. A flood of her juice covered my lips and ran down my chin. I lapped it up the best I could and found her clit with my tongue. I cleaned her pussy of all her lovely lube and settled into sucking and licking her clit like there was no tomorrow. It grew a little more in my mouth and her lips swelled. She started to buck and twitch. She let out a soft moan that drove me crazy with desire. She bucked the minute she came and knifed up pulling me up her body. She made quick work removing my t-shirt and rolled me over onto my back. She undid my belt and pulled it free from my jeans. She wrapped my belt around my neck and used it to pull me up for a kiss. She trails her lips down my jaw, collar bone and all the way down to my pierced nipples where she sucks one piercing into her plump mouth. She tugs on my piercing and I can’t help it, but release a groan. She continues her path of fiery kissing leaving me weak in her descend until she reached the button of my jeans. She tugged them off along with my underwear. I tugged my boots off helping her speed up the process of removing my clothes. She kissed and bit every part of my body from my neck down until she landed on my cock. Her mouth was around it right away and she started pumping and sucking like it was the first cock she'd seen after a twenty year trip to a ladies prison. Her full breasts were hanging down; pressing against my thighs as she expertly sucked my cock and shifted her ass back and forth.

  I lifted her head as she panted and looked at me, licking her lips, “Baby, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to hold off. I want to come with your pussy around me.” She straddled me and slammed down on me, driving me deep within her before I had a chance to protest. She bit her lip, winced and let out a breathy moan as my cock bumped against her cervix and I felt a huge gush of liquid wrap my cock and pour out onto my balls. She was so fucking wet, no soaked and it felt amazing. She leaned over and kissed and bit my lips as she ground her pussy onto my cock. Over and over she bounced, the sounds of her juices and the slapping of her ass making rhythmic time to the mattress noise. I felt my cock repeatedly bump her back wall. She put her full weight on me with every stroke and even though there was no room left, I still wasn't far enough in for her. We went at it like it was the last time we'd ever see each other, scratching and pulling each other's hair as the moans got louder and breathing more labored. I grabbed her hips to keep her still and she flooded my cock with another orgasm. I thrust up into her a few times until I spilled my seed inside her. We fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms. I had my little slice of heaven with her in my arms. She’s my everything. Every time that she’s with me I feel so good, so myself. Every moment with her is like the first of its kind, because a girl like her is impossible to find and our future only looks brighter. Her, me, and our baby.

  I WOKE UP and Rebel wasn't beside me or nestled against me. Her absence left me cold and alone without her comforting body to keep me warm. I got up and pulled my pants on. I stepped out onto the balcony and saw her sitting in the sand lost in thought. I hopped off the balcony landing on the pavement below, slightly hurting the bottom of my feet, but I didn't give a rat's ass at the moment. My only concern was reaching her. I quietly made my way towards her and sat behind her. I drew my knees up and around her pulling her to me, so that she was in between my legs. She had on shorts and sweater that was hanging low on her right shoulder. I pushed her hair to her left shoulder and leaned down and kissed her exposed shoulder breathing in her scent. God, she always smelled good, intoxicating me with her heavenly scent.

  "I woke up alone," I whispered.

  "We never had our talk," she whispered.

  "We had more pressing things to do at the moment."

  "Yeah," she confirmed.

  "I'm sorry baby, but I missed your fragrance. I missed your taste. I missed the way your pussy grips my cock giving him a home inside of you. I. Just. Missed. You. We can talk now."

  "I need you know that I didn’t plan on getting pregnant. If you don’t want any part of this it’s okay. I don’t want you to feel trapped because of the baby.”

  "Fuck, baby. Don't you get it, Rebel? Ever since I met you no one but you matte
rs to me. There is only you for me. You are it for me and I am fucking ecstatic you’re carrying my baby. I want to be there every step of the way. We’re going to be a family and I will do everything I can to make you happy."

  "I’m scared, Wyatt. I’ve never been a relationship until you. I’ve never been in love until you. I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise you can have the best of me. You and our baby,” she softly said.

  “Rebel, you are amazing just the way you are. There is absolutely nothing lacking in you. You are a lot more wonderful, beautiful and special than you give yourself credit for. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m never letting you go. You belong with me, just as I belong with you. My heart is and always will be yours. Don’t ever think like that again. I don’t think I could survive it a second without you. I barely survived the few hours I was away from you.”

  “I’m not going anywhere. I’m never leaving you,” she said.

  “Mine,” I whispered.

  “Yours,” she confirmed. We still had a lot to talk about, but I was done talking. Right now I just wanted to love her. She turned in my arms and hugged me.

  “Come on let’s go back to bed. I’m in the mood for a midnight snack and there is nothing better than your pussy as a midnight snack.” She turned around fully and cupped my cock. She placed her lips lightly against mine and murmured against them, “Sometimes. Sometimes, you just gotta take what you want.”

  THERE WAS SO much left unsaid between us. Do we move in together or get married, but I didn’t know how to ask him, besides at the moment we were much more concerned in getting it on than talking. It seemed as though Wyatt wanted to fuck me two ways till Sunday and I was more than willing to let it happen. Hell, I planned to be an active participant in said fucking. We made it back into our room in record time. We’re both eager to get naked and have our wicked ways with each other. The minute we cleared the door of our bedroom, Wyatt slammed the door and pushed me against it ravishing my mouth with his. He is such a good kisser and I mean A. Really. Good. Kisser. Yum! Our clothes went tumbling in every direction. I think my sweater landed on top of a lamp, but I didn’t care. At the moment my hormones were on high alert and I wanted to claw and crawl my way up his body, but I didn’t have to. Wyatt picked me up by my ass and slammed me back against the door while he devoured first my mouth, then my neck. I was never one to practice patience and at the moment I didn’t plan on starting. I took hold of his cock and inserted it inside me and he slammed in home, deep and to the hilt. I couldn’t keep quiet as I moaned out loud, “Fuck, Wyatt so good!”