A Heart for Rebel (20 page)

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 ease 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.

“Fuck, shit, fuck, Wyatt!” she
screams. Her body is shaking uncontrollably pushing me over the edge and I come
inside her. I pull her up against me and kiss her on the neck.

“Mine,” I
whispered.

“Yours,” she
breathed. I eased out of her and collapsed on the bed pulling her down with me
so that she is resting on top of me. She rested her face on my chest and she
was playing with my piercing. We were tangled all up in each other. She had one
leg between mine as I stroked her back softy. We talked about nothing important.
At one point she tugged on my piercing and I grabbed her ass and squeezed it.
She looked up at me and I couldn’t help myself, my dick twitched. I kissed her
softly on the lips before asking her, “What would you like to do for the rest
of the day?” Before she could answer she shot off the bed as if she were on
fire and ran towards the bathroom where I could hear her throw up. I got myself
out of the bed and made my way towards her. I gently grabbed her hair with my
right hand and used my left hand to rub her back.

“Rebel, baby,
you’ve been throwing up a lot lately,” I said.

“I think I’m coming
down with something,” she said as she flushed the toilet.

“I think you should
go see a doctor. Why don’t you take a shower while I look up one.”

“It’s probably
nothing. I don’t think I need a doctor.”

“Humor me,
alright?” She nodded and I turned the shower on for her. She climbed in and I
went back to the room. I picked my jeans and underwear off the floor. I put
them on and grabbed my phone. I did a search for medical care and found a walk
in clinic a few blocks from where we were staying.

We get to the clinic
not too far from the house and go inside. The receptionist hands Rebel some
forms to fill out. She’s really nervous and her hands are shaking. I fill out
the forms for her. She hands them back to the girl and we wait for her name to
be called. I link her hands with mine. Her name is called a few minutes later
and we both stand. We walk towards the door and all I feel is eminent doom. What
if my girl is terminally ill? I’m wound up tight and ready to blow. I’m so
worried out of my mind for her. I can’t live without her. We walk towards the
door and the girl who called Rebel’s name says, “Please, go to room number two
and someone will be right with you.”

“Sure, thanks,” I
said. We go into the room and close the door. I pace the small confines of the
room and feel as if I had a ton of bricks constricting my lungs making
breathing difficult. I am having a full blown panic attack and there is nothing
I could do about it. A knock on the door settles my nerves, but not quite. The
moment of truth is up on us. The door opens and the doctor walks in and
introduces himself.

“I’m Dr. Martinez
and you must be Rebel. Rebel shook his hand and he turned to me with
questioning eyes. I shook his hands and said, “I’m Wyatt Verity, her boyfriend.

“Did you bring
Rebel here?” he asked.

“Yes, she’s been
throwing up and I’m concerned,” I said. He turned to Rebel and said, “How long
has this been going on?”

“A couple of
weeks,” She said.

“Please have a seat
on the examining table. I’m going to send in a nurse to take your vital signs
then we can talk,” he said before heading out the door. I helped Rebel onto the
exam table and kissed her forehead. I breathed her in and whispered, “Whatever
it is we’ll get through this. I love you.”

The nurse walks in
and takes her blood pressure, temperature and oxygen level. Her blood pressure
is a little high, but that’s to be expected. She’s nervous and scared. Her
temperature and oxygen levels are normal. The nurse hands her a plastic cup and
explain to Rebel they need a urine sample. She shows Rebel the bathroom and as
soon as she enters it and closes the door, I start to pace. Rebel returns and
gets back up on the examining table. There is a knock on the door and the
doctor re-enters the room. He sits on one of those swiveling stools you find in
exam rooms.

“Alright, Rebel. I’m
going to ask you a series of questions so that I can understand what we’re
dealing with.”

“Okay” she replies.

“Any fever, rashes
or dizziness?” he asked.

“No fever or
rashes, yes to dizziness,” she replied.

“Are you sexually
active, Ms. Walker?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sexually
active,” she replied