A Heart for Rebel (23 page)

I
T 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 matters 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.”

T
HERE 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!”

“Christ, fuck! So
wet, so tight and all fucking mine,” he growled and pinched one of my nipples.
His thrusts were long and hard. It felt like he was trying to fuck himself
inside my body. Here I was up against the door as Wyatt fucked me into oblivion
as I scratched his back and pulled his hair panting breathlessly, “I wanna feel
you…taste you…touch you.” He pulled out of me slowly dragged my body down his
length. I felt every inch of his hard body against my much softer one. It was
hot, erotic and just plain sexy.

“You want to taste
me, pretty girl? Well on your knees and take what’s yours,” he said before
feeding me his cock. I must have died and gone to heaven as I feasted on his
dick. I used my hand at the base of his cock and stroked him as I sucked on the
head. I nibbled and lightly scrapped my teeth along his length. I kept my eyes
pinned to his face. His eyes were closed. He was panting and breathing
erratically. He was getting close to his release. He grabbed my hair tight, but
not enough to cause me any pain. He used it as an anchor as he pumped into my
mouth as I sucked him in deeper. With a few more strokes of my tongue he
climaxed in my mouth. His essence hitting me in the back of my throat and I
gloried in the taste of him. He released my hair and lifted me up by my arms
and flung me on the bed where I bounced. Then he attacked me, biting and
licking every inch of my body until he reached the juncture between my legs. He
was breathing hard. His eyes honed in on my pussy and he gazed at it with eyes
that were glazed over with lust and need. He looked as if he found the promise
land between my legs. I squirmed as my juices dripped out of me.

“Such a pretty
pussy, my girl has. So sweet, so wet, so tasty and all fucking mine. I could
live off your juices, baby,” he said before his mouth and tongue made contact
with my clit. I was at my breaking point. I was so turned on by his words, his
look, and more importantly his tongue.

He used his tongue
wisely as he ravished me with it. He growled, he hummed and he inhaled my
pussy. My nerves were beating in a fast staccato reaching the highest pinnacle
of pure bliss. I wanted to reach my hands out to the heavens as I played a trumpet
in praise for reaching a much needed orgasm. We were both gasping for air. Our
bodies drenched in sweat, but still we couldn’t get enough of each other. I
needed him as I needed air to breath. He needed me as he needed food to fuel
his body. He made his way inch by inch up my body placing feather like kisses
until his lips met my lips. I opened my mouth wide to take in his tongue,
tasting my essence on him. I was delirious with want and unable to think
clearly that I blurted out in a fit of passion, “Marry me, Wyatt.” His body
stilled and he closed his eyes. I wanted to die a thousand deaths. I was
embarrassed. I was afraid he didn’t want me. Finally what felt like eternity,
but in reality was only a few seconds he opened his eyes and awarded me with a
beautiful smile and then he crushed me when he said, “No.”

“What?” I
whispered.

“Rebel, baby I’m a
man and I will be the one asking and you will be the one answering, not the
other way around.”

“So are you going
to ask me?”

“Yes, but not now,”
he grinned.

“What?” I whispered
and he laughed. Laughed! I reached out and pulled his hair…hard. He sobered up,
looked at me and winked.

“Baby, I want you
now and forever. Don’t doubt that, but I want to ask in my time. I want to do
it in a way that’s memorable, and life altering. So, that you would never, ever
doubt how devoted I am to you or how hopelessly and utterly I’m pussy whipped
in love with you. So, when I do ask you won’t regret saying yes. I promise it
will be a once in a life time proposal, because it will be the only proposal
you will ever need or want.”

Wow! I was
speechless. I was dazed, but most of all I was riding the high of being in love
with the most loving, caring and sexiest man lying next to me, naked in bed. We
spent the night making love, fucking and loving each other anyway possible. I
was utterly spent in the most delicious of ways known to woman kind. Wyatt got
up and kissed me on my back.

“Baby, I’m going to
take Blue out for a walk,” he whispered.

“Mmm…,” I replied
while burrowing deeper into the bed seeking the warmth his body provided, but
was no longer there. I watched him with sleepy eyes as he put on a pair of
shorts that sat low on his hips showing off his fantastic V. He did not wear a
shirt or shoes and I knew if there were any women on the beach they would be in
for a tasty treat of his spectacular body and hypnotic tattoos. He made his way
to the door with Blue yapping excitedly at his feet. Once he was gone I got up
and dragged myself to the bathroom and proceeded to brush my teeth and wash my
face. I put my hair in a messy bun and dressed in a pink pajama shorts and tank
top. I went downstairs and straight to the kitchen to take my medications. I grabbed
a bottled water from the fridge and my pills from the cabinet. As I was
uncapping my meds Marissa strolled into the kitchen looking like a hot mess.

“Rough night?” I
asked.

“Ugh, you can say
that.”

“You look hung
over.”

“It’s a pity then
that this look had nothing to do with consuming large amounts of soda.”

“Okay, so no
drinking. Didn’t you get any sleep?” I asked.

“That would be a
big fat negative. I mean who can sleep with all the ruckus of you and Wyatt
going at each other like two rabbits.” I grinned at her and she gave me the
finger. We were both busy chuckling when she sobered up and said, “Plus, Ty and
I were busy making our own noises.”

“I ah…” I started
to say, but was cut off when I heard movement and heavy breathing behind me. Marissa’s
eyes bugged out and she quickly excused herself and ran like the little bitch
she is. I looked him straight in the eyes and waited for him to say something. He
just stood there staring at me. His eyes were full of passion and need. He
slowly made his way to me and I became aroused. I felt wet between my legs. When
he reached me he traced the apple of my cheek with his thumb. I closed my eyes
savoring his touch. He went down on his knees and grabbed the hem of my tank
and lifted it up, baring my midriff. He knelt there and contemplated my belly.
He leaned forward and tenderly kissed my belly. He hugged me and plastering his
face against my stomach. He held me for a while. Neither of us said a word. The
silence was dragging and it just about killed me. I sifted my hand through his
hair and whispered softly, “Wyatt, talk to me.”

“You’re pregnant?
With my baby” he asked and answered his own question sort of, but I still felt
the need to reply, “Yes, I’m pregnant with your baby, you already know that.
You were there when I got the results.”

“God, I love you,”
he whispered.

“I love you, too.” Tears
welled up in my eyes. Jesus, my man was the best.

“Rebel, you’re
perfect. It hit me when I was walking Blue.”

“What hit you?”

“You having my baby
is a beautiful thing and we made that baby out of love. Now, you are bound to
me forever, which is exactly where I want you…both of you.”

“I take it you’re really
happy?” I asked with my fingers crossed.

“No, pretty girl, I
am beyond happy. From this day forward it’s you and me, baby. Together we’re
gonna make the world jealous. I wanted to wait. I wanted to make it perfect. I
wanted to make it unforgettable. I want it to be life altering, but I don’t
want to wait because it will be unforgettable. It will be perfect. It will be
life altering because it means I get you and you get me,” he whispered before
bringing me down to the floor with him. He pulled me on top of him so that we
were cradled face to face. He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled
out his phone and something shiny. He scrolled to his phone and I heard the
melodic voices of the Goo Goo Dolls singing, “Come to me.” He looked deeply
into my eyes, picked up my hand and said, “Will you marry me, Rebel?” I closed
my eyes and savored the moment. Tears pricked my eyes and I had an overwhelming
sense that nothing could ever be as sweet as this moment.

I opened my eyes
and cupped his face and with care I said, “I love you because you are the only
one who actually puts effort in me. I love you because no one and I mean no one
has ever given me the love that you have given me. I love you because you
always make me feel I am worth something. I love you because you are the only
one who could ever love me this way. Yes, I will marry you.” He took my left
hand and slipped the most beautiful ring on my finger.

He kissed me softly
on the lips and murmured, “This was my mother’s ring. I had it engraved for you
and I had the diamond replaced. Your diamond is a little bigger.”

“It’s beautiful. I
love it,” I whispered.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

We sat on the floor
in the kitchen basking in the aftermath of and unforgettable proposal. It was
perfect. It was life altering and I don’t think he would have been able to top
that proposal in anyway. Eventually we made our way back to my room where we
celebrated in the naughtiest of ways.