A Heart for Rebel (4 page)

Marissa and I hit the
dance floor. I rarely get a weekend to myself. Tonight is my treat to myself. I
love when Bailey goes to spend the weekend with her father. It gives me the
opportunity to be young and carefree without having to be responsible. I don’t
have to worry about paying bills, making sure she eats, or whatever chore that
needs to be done. So here I am shaking what my mama gave me to “Can’t Hold Us,”
by Macklemore. Half-way through the song Joey appears and squeezes in between
us. We start dancing with him. We are all laughing and having a good time until
Joey pulls Marissa flush to his body. This is my queue to head back to the bar
for something to drink. I sat on a stool at the bar. I ask for bottled water. I'm
sipping on my water while keeping an eye on Marissa and Joey." Really?
You're at a club drinking water?" Someone asked. I turn around and look
into Wyatt's beautiful brown eyes.

"Don't you
know stalking is illegal in all fifty states?" I asked.

"It's a public
place, pretty girl. Aren't you being a tad presumptuous thinking I'm following
you?" he countered.

"Um...hello
did you not show up at the same theater we went to last night? You saw the same
movie we did. In fact you sat behind me. You didn't think I felt you touch my
hair? And now here you are. At the same club I'm in. Coincidence? I think
not," I huffed.

"Did you know
you're cheeks turn a different shade of pink the more annoyed you get? It's
rather adorable. Oh and for the record you didn’t actually see the movie. You
left in the middle of the movie," he said.

"Are you
always this annoying or does it come naturally to you?" I playfully asked.

"I'm naturally
talented in different areas. If you like I can show you one of my many
extraordinary talents," he huskily replied while flexing those
mouth-watering biceps of his. I couldn't help myself. I had to laugh.

"Oh my God,
add cheesy to your repertoire," I said.

"I like you
Rebel. You're cute and funny," He smiled and leaned closer to me. At his
close proximity I could smell his cologne and it was intoxicating causing me to
lean much closer to him than I wanted to.

"You don't
know me well enough to like me," I replied.

"I know enough
to like what I see," he said.

"Oh, really?
Tell me Wyatt what do you like?" I asked.

"I like
tattooing, titties and beer. I would like to see what you'd look like in red
lipstick, stilettos and one of my tattoo's," he whispered in my ear. His
words set me on fire. This guy is smooth. He has mad swag. His smile, those
eyes and his damn body has me in flames and my panties soaked.

"Hmmm...You
make me wonder. Are you always this persistent or are you yanking my
chain?" I asked.

"Life is all
about finding people who are your kind of crazy and you, Rebel are most
definitely my kind of crazy," he murmured. My panties are no longer soaked.
They are drenched. I'm afraid to move. I'm sure there will be a huge wet spot
on the stool I'm on. What makes matters worse is I haven't even kissed the guy.
I'm pretty sure if he kissed me we would both drown in my juices. Jesus, I need
to get a grip on my hormones. He inched closer to me invading the space between
my legs. He looked deeply into my eyes and cupped my face. He leaned down and
kissed me. He dragged his tongue sensually across my lips seeking entrance. I
threw caution to the wind and against my better judgment I opened my mouth and
kissed him back. He tasted of beer with a hint of mint. His tongue is pierced.
I’ve never kissed a guy who had a piercing in his tongue. It feels incredible. I
couldn't help myself and moaned into his mouth. The kiss went on. We were
oblivious of our surroundings or at least I was oblivious. I was lost in a
torrential downpour of feelings for this guy. I must be nuts. I shouldn't have
feelings for this guy. I hardly know him. I haven't even had a date with him. I
can't explain it. I feel this connection to him. Without meaning to, I grabbed
his shirt. I pulled him closer to me, and ran my fingers through his hair. It was
soft and silky. He continued to devour and plunder my mouth. I envisioned his
mouth, his tongue, and his finger plundering and devouring my inner most
sanctum...my pussy. Our air supply was limited. We reluctantly pulled apart.

"Fuck,"
he muttered and ran his fingers through his hair. I was panting and almost hyperventilating.
I was on the verge of passing out from lack of oxygen. I've never allowed
myself to get lost in a kiss. I've scratched my urges whenever the need arose,
but I had to put a stop to this insanity. One night with him wasn’t an option
as I would want more. There was no way I could do that. I didn't even know who
I was yet. Yes, I know my name is Rebel, but I was on a path to discover who
Rebel actually was. What potential I had. All my life I've been just my sister
and mothers keeper, but who was the keeper of me? No one. I needed to be my own
keeper and getting involved with Wyatt would be my down fall. I just didn't
have it in me to be his keeper. Let’s face it. Eventually I would become his
keeper. He would depend on me to do things he wouldn't have time to do. Well,
what about me? Who would take care of me?

He looked at me. He
was just as affected as I was. He was having difficulty catching his breath. The
pulse in his neck is erratically jumping. I'm enthralled by it. I made it jump
like that. Me, little keeper, Rebel Walker.

"Come home
with me Rebel," he panted. Fuck me, I want to, but I shouldn't. I couldn't,
but damn I want to.

"Okay," I
said before I could stop myself. Oh shit, oh shit. Calm down Reby. Take deep
breaths. It's just one night. You could do this. You deserve this. One night of
passion. One night to let someone take care of my needs. I look around for
Marissa and she's still on the dance floor.

"I'll be right
back. I have to tell Marissa or she'll worry about me." He nods in
agreement and moves to the side so I can hop off the stool. As I walk away he
grabs my arm trailing his hand slowly down and entwined our fingers together. I
shiver from the contact.

"Hurry back, pretty
girl," he whispered. I smile and wink at him. After searching for Marissa
on the dance floor I finally spot her in the middle dancing. I squeezed up
behind her and whispered in her ear that I was leaving with Wyatt. She gave me
a high five that made me laugh.

We head back to his
place. He lives in a loft in Tribeca. His place is huge. It has vaulted
ceilings and one ginormous wall of windows. His kitchen has top of the
line stainless steel appliances. His stove was part of the island in the
middle. His living room boasted contemporary leather couches. A huge flat
screen hung on a wall. His walls are pristine white. He has a huge built in
library full of history books. I crock an eyebrow at him.

He shrugs his
shoulders, "What? I love history."

I see a set of
stairs to the left of the living room. I look at him silently asking if I can
go check out the upstairs. He shrugs his shoulder in an "I don't
care" answer. The upstairs is just a bedroom with a bathroom. He has a
humongous king size bed. It sits low to the floor with a plush leather
headboard and two black nightstand one on each side of the bed. Two small lamps
on each nightstand. A big dresser, which has several colognes and a stick of
deodorant on top. The bathroom is bigger than my apartment. It has a walk in
closet that holds all his clothes and shoes. One side holds his shirts and the
other his pants. In the middle there is a built in shoe rack. His things are
very neat and organized. Two sink vanity, a commode and a super thin and super
clean glass shower stall complete his bathroom. The walls of the shower stall
are done in different size slabs of rock.

I head back
downstairs and Wyatt's in the kitchen cooking. He turns towards me, "I
thought you might be hungry. I hope pizza's fine," he said while rolling
the dough.

"Pizza is
perfect."

"Make yourself
at home. I have wine, beer, soda and water in the fridge if you want," he
offered.

"Thanks, water
sounds good. Would you like anything?" I asked.

"A beer if you
don't mind," he said. I hand him his beer. I sit and watch him add the
sauce, cheese, and toppings to the pizza. He put the pizza in the oven and
heads towards me. He nuzzles my neck and kisses my pulse point. My whole body
flutters from the contact.

"Pizza should
be ready in about twenty-five minutes," he mumbled in my neck.

"However
should we pass the time?" I whispered with a smile on my face. I knew how
I wanted to kill time. I wanted to kiss him among other things.

"I can think
of a million and one things we can do to kill time," he said. He pulls me
up from my seat. He grabs my hand and leads me to the sofa. He sits and pulls
me down to straddle him. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him. I put my
arms around his neck. I leaned into him and licked his lips. He groaned and nipped
my lip in return. His tongue sought entrance into my mouth. The kiss is
hungrier than the one from the club. An involuntary moan escaped me and he deepened
his hold on my ass. Pulling me closer yet again to him. I can feel his hard
cock throbbing between my legs. His hands find their way under my shirt. He caressed
my back before unclasping my bra. He pulled my shirt over my head and flung it
across the room. His breathing is labored. He took my bra off and cupped my
breast. I threw my head back and loudly moaned.

"So
beautiful," he murmured. He pinched my nipples with just the right amount
of pressure to make me throb in the most delicious way. He leaned forward and slipped
a puckered nipple into his mouth. The feeling of metal on my puckered nipple
zaps electricity though my body. He sucked and lifted up a bit and shifted
to the right putting me underneath him. He gazed down at me. He bites his lip
and lowers his mouth towards my other breast. He sucked the nipple into his
mouth. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer rubbing my very needy and very
throbbing pussy against his cock. He groaned from the added friction and bites
down on my nipple causing a downward ripple effect that zings directly to my
clit.

"You're driving
me mad with want, Rebel," he groaned.

"I...I...I
feel the same way," I panted. He proceeded to unbutton my slacks and
slowly peeled them off me. His eyes are hooded with unadulterated desire. He slipped
a finger inside my panty and fingered my clit.

"Fuck your
soaked," he mumbled. He peppered kisses on my neck slowly making his way
towards my shoulder. He bites it, then licks the sting away. My body is on
fire. My hormones are on overdrive. I knew he had swag and skills in the
pleasure department. He licks his way down. I'm squirming from the myriad of
sensations coursing through my body. He buries his face in my crouch and deeply
inhaled. His hot breath on my center caused delicious tingles to erupt throughout
my body.

"You smell so
good. I want, no I need to taste you, Rebel," he said.

"God, yes. I
need, no I want you to taste me," I purred and just as he started to take
my panties off the oven timer went off. Our pizza was ready. He let out a
frustrated groan, "Dammit! Come on let's go eat before it burns."

"Are you sure
you want to eat pizza?" I asked.

"Fuck no. I
rather eat you, but I'm a man of my word. I said I'd feed you and I will,"
he said, while pulling me up with him. I went to grab my clothes, but he
stopped me. He picked me up in a fireman's hold and sat me on top of the
island. He took the pizza out of the oven and placed it next to us. He pulled
me forward and kissed me. I felt a little awkward sitting on the kitchen island
in just my scrap of a panty. Wyatt didn't look bothered by it. He was enjoying
the view. He took two slices and cuts them into little pieces. He picked up a
piece and blew on it, "Be careful it's hot," and brought it to my
lips. I sucked it right in along with his finger.

"Mm mm,"
I groaned and his nostrils flair. His eyes smolder. He popped his finger out of
my mouth and kissed me. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and mumbled, "So
good." I leaned over and took a piece and he opened his mouth. He anticipated
me feeding him. I tricked him and put the piece in my mouth. I chewed it and
smiled wickedly at him. He raised his eyebrow and smirked. He ripped my panties
off and laughed. I picked up another piece of pizza and this time I offered it
to him. He shook his head no. I don't know what game he's playing, but I refuse
to squirm or let him see me sweat. I popped the piece in my mouth. He watched
me from behind his eyelashes. He moved and leaned against the counter crossing
his legs, "Eat Rebel, but I want you to do something for me."