A Heart for Rebel (14 page)

“Really? You would
do that for me?” I asked.

“I would do
anything for you, baby. I love you,” he whispered. God, could I love this man
any more than I do right at this moment?

“I don’t know if
it’s possible, but I love you more than I did before,” I said. He smiled and
kissed me tenderly on the lips.

I
HELPED REBEL walk to the car and eased her in as
gently as I could into the seat and put the seatbelt on her. I placed Blue on
her lap and made my way to my side and turned the car on. When we got to the
mall I turned the car off and turned to her, “What do you want me to pick up
for you?”

“I want to go with
you,” she said.

“Baby, I want you
to stay here. I don’t want you walking on that leg. Please for me,” I said.

“Alright, for you
I’ll wait here. When can we go to my place for things?” she asked.

“If you want we
could swing by tonight, but I want you staying with me,” I said.

“I think I could do
that. Since we are going tonight to get some of my things I think I would just
need some undies, jeans and a t-shirt for today,” she said.

“Alright, I’ll be
back soon,” I said as I opened the door.

“Wait,” she called
out. I stopped and looked over at her and she said, “Do you even know my size?”

“Baby, I have felt
every square inch of your body. It’s ingrained in my head. I don’t need you to
tell me your size, I just know it,” I said and got out of the car.

She rolled down the
window and yelled out, “I’m a six, Wyatt.”

“I know, baby,” I
replied and headed inside the mall. I went into the department store and headed
for the woman’s department looking for the style she wears. I picked out the
items she needed and paid for them. I gave her the bag the minute I got in the
car and watched as she looked over what I had purchased.

“You did good,
Wyatt. Thank you,” she said.

“No problem, beautiful,”
I said. I parked my car behind my shop and gave Rebel a piggy back ride. She
was afraid at first, but then laughed when she almost lost her balance trying
to hold on to my shoulder and Blue at the same time. We walked into the shop.
Ty and Annie were already there. Ty took one look at Rebel and his nose flared.
A sure sign that he was raring to tear up some ass.

“What. The. Fuck,
happened to her?” he glared at me.

“Relax, asshole, I
didn’t do this to her,” I said, slowly lowering Rebel to the ground. Ty came
closer and circled around Rebel taking in her bruises.

“What happened?” he
asked. We gave him a short version of what happened, but of course once Ty gets
a hair stuck up his ass, he doesn’t let it go until he’s satisfied.

“What happened to
the fucker that did this to her?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. I
was just thinking about that myself,” I said. Annie cleared her throat and we
all turned to look at her.

“Is anyone going to
introduce me?” she asked.

“Oh, right. I’m
sorry. Annie meet Rebel, my pretty girl,” I said.

“Hi, Rebel it’s nice
to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you. I wish it wasn’t under these
circumstances though,” Annie said.

“It’s a pleasure to
meet you too,” Rebel said. The girls talked quietly getting to know one another
while Ty and I discussed what happened to Rebel the night before. After Ty knew
the whole story he wanted to tear the guy a new hole. Ty called Marissa, who
was immediately on her way the minute she heard Rebel was hurt. I helped Rebel
to the back of the shop towards my office so that she could change her clothes.
Little Blue was trotting behind her.

I picked him up and
handed him to Annie, who giggled. I closed the door behind me and faced Rebel.
I leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined rhythmically. I couldn’t
get enough of her sexy fine ass. She sucked on my bottom lip making my dick
jump. I licked and sucked hard on her lower lip. She let out a soft moan and
gripped my dick and said, “I want you to fuck me, Wyatt.”

Jesus, my girl was
insatiable and so was I, for her. I couldn’t get enough of her. I unbuckled my
pants and slid them down my legs. Rebel sunk down to the floor and engulfed my
hard cock, and soaked it with her warm mouth. I loved how she fucking worked my
cock with her wet tongue. She took all of me in until I hit the back of her
throat. I grabbed her hair and helped her. The sight of her head, bobbing up
and down on my dick was fucking sexy as shit.

“Are you a bad
girl, Rebel?” I groaned.

“I’m whatever you
want me to be, right about now,” she moaned and continued to work my dick
inside the cavern of her mouth. With her good hand she massaged my balls and I
felt that shit on the tip of my dick. I could feel my balls tighten. I softly
yanked on her hair and she released my cock with a loud pop.

“I swear you’re
going to be the death of me.” I lifted her up and pulled the sweatpants down
her legs. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I pushed her
against the nearest wall and shoved my dick inside her. Her pussy contracted on
my dick and her juice coated us both, deliciously. I had to hold her with one
arm as I used my hand to cover her mouth. My girl’s a screamer. I had a client
scheduled to come in any minute, but I really didn’t give a rat’s ass. All that
mattered was being inside Rebel and fucking her until we both came. Her soft
whimpers against my hand were causing me to harden even more.

“I want to taste
you, Rebel,” I growled.

“Oh, god yes….” She
moaned.

“You need to keep
it down, baby,” I whispered.

“Am I that loud?”
she mewled.

“Fuck, yeah baby,
you are. I love it, but I don’t think you want anyone else to hear it,” I said.

“Oh, right,” she
whispered and I chuckled.

I carried her to my
desk and placed her on it as I knelt down in between her legs. I had plenty of
pussy in the past, but I’ve never tasted anything as deliciously wet as her
quivering pussy. I was salivating just thinking about it. Holding her thighs
apart I inhaled the aroma unique to her. I darted my tongue out and teased her
moist pink flesh. She grabbed my head and pushed it against her crotch. The
feeling of her trembling turned me the fuck on. I sucked her clit and fingered
her pretty pink pussy. Her moans turned into dirty words. Her shaky voice
inspired me to work that pussy of hers until she was a complete and utter mess.

“Ah…fuck, Wyatt.
Feels so good…mmm…suck…my…,” she chanted.

“I won’t stop until
you cum on my tongue,” I said. I nibbled, fingered, and licked her clit. Her
body withered with pleasure and she squealed in delight. I felt her walls clench
my fingers as she coated my tongue and fingers with her juices. I got up and
dragged her to the edge of my desk and entered her. She licked her juices off
my face eliciting a groan from me. I found it highly stimulating. I buried
myself balls deep in her and kept a fast hard pace until she came again. Several
hard thrust later I filled her with my seed. We were both drenched in sweat and
gasping for breath.

“Wow, that was
amazing,” she sighed.

“Fuck, yeah it
was,” I groaned. I used the shirt she had on to clean us off then I helped her
get dressed in the clothes I bought her. I kissed her forehead and led her
outside. My client was already there, but I took my time and made sure Rebel
had somewhere comfortable to rest.

“If you get tired
and need to sleep use the couch in my office,” I told her. She nodded her head
as Annie placed Blue on her lap, who happily licked her face. She giggled and
that made me smile. I got my work station ready for my client. This is his
second session because the tattoo I’m doing on him is a huge piece. He was
getting a tattoo in memory of his mother. He was getting an angel with wings
spread and hands out, standing on a block with her name and the date she died. It
was big, about thirteen inches tall across his back. I had already done the
outline and today we were going to color it in. My client, Demetris sits on the
chair with his back facing me. He looks over his shoulder and asked, “Is she
alright? What happened man?”

“She was attacked
last night, but she’s fine now,” I replied.

“She’s one hot
piece,” he says.

“Yeah, well she’s
my hot piece,” I said.

“Lucky son of a
bitch,” he said.

“That I am,” I said
and dug the needle a little too hard into his back, because he was irking me by
ogling my girl. Marissa stormed in an hour later and monopolized Rebels
attention. I had two more clients after Demetris, but all I wanted to do was be
close to Rebel. I would occasionally glance her way. I caught her looking at me
and then she would smile and look away. I may have fallen for her unexpectedly,
but I now had plans to be with her forever. I had no idea that she would become
so important to me. I had a plan. I had priorities. My shop was my priority,
but after meeting her and getting a taste of sweetness the likes I’ve never
had, she has quickly become the center of my universe. She’s my world now.
She’s everything to me without her I’d be lost.

M
Y LIFE WAS always me worrying if my mother and
sister had what they needed while I was neglected. I always felt something was
missing from my life. I had a desire to become something from nothing and at
the moment I’m far from it. I’m sitting here at Wyatt’s job wondering if I’m
doing the right thing by being with him. Confusion is a word I would use to
define my life. Who am I? What am I? These are all valid questions to which I
have no answers for. I keep looking up and glance at him hoping an answer will
be forth coming, but instead I catch him stealing glances my way. I can’t help
but smile at him. Life has knocked me down a few times, it showed me things I
never should have seen or witnessed. I experienced things a child never should
have encountered in the first place, sadness, failures, drugs, sex and
violence. It is the reason that keeps churning in my head that I should walk
away from him before I drag him down into the nothingness that I am, but how
can I walk away from him? He’s everything to me. For the first time I’ve found
someone I hate leaving. I’ve found someone I can’t get enough of, but how can I
stay? I have absolutely nothing to offer him. My thoughts are interrupted when
Marissa walks in through the door. She rushed to me and engulfed me in her
arms, “Oh my god, Rebel, are you alright?”

“Yeah, just
bruised,” I replied. I notice her spare a lingering glance towards Ty. Her eyes
are filled with sadness and want. I’ve never seen her look so lost or
grief-stricken. Marissa is the most vivacious carefree person I’ve ever met. She’s
gorgeous. She has long brownish-blonde hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever
seen. She’s the youngest of six. She’s the only girl in her family. Her
brothers are super protective of her and she never dates the same guy very long
because she is afraid her brothers will scare them away and most of the time
they do.

“What’s wrong,
Mari?” I asked.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m
just worried about you. What happened?” she asked.

“I got attacked by
the scumbag my mother was sleeping with,” I replied.

“What? Please,
please tell me you did not go back there,” she cried.

“I had to. Bailey
had a massive breakdown. I had to go and check on my mom and make sure she was
okay,” I said.

“Is she okay?” she
asked.

“I don’t know. She
no longer lives there. I don’t know where she went. Ms. Sullivan gave me a
letter she left for me,” I said.

“What did it say?”
she asked.

“I don’t know. It’s
in my bag and Victor has it, besides I’m not even sure if I want to read what
it says,” I reply.

“Why not?” she
asked.

“I don’t know? I’m
not ready to hear what she has to say,” I replied.

“Well, if you need
me you know I’m here for you, always,” she said.

“What happened with
Ty?” I asked.

“Oh, that? It was
nothing. You know me, I don’t do long term. We had a little fun and now it’s
over,” she said. She didn’t sound convincing. I’ve known Marissa for a long
time now. She comes from a good family. They migrated to the states from
Argentina. Her father is in import/export. She doesn’t need to work. Her father
pays all her bills, but she does because she wants to be independent.

“It doesn’t look
like nothing to me,” I said.

“Well, maybe you
need glasses. Ty and I are not good for each other,” she adamantly said. I
looked over towards Wyatt and he winked at me.

“Mari,” I started
to say, but she interrupted me saying, “Whose this little fur ball?” I looked
at Blue, who was peacefully sleeping on my lap.

“This is Blue.
Wyatt gave him to me,” I replied.

“Awe, that is so
sweet,” she said. I’m starting to feel shooting pain throughout my body and
before I ask for pain medication Wyatt is already by my side with a bottled
water and pills. He hands the items to me and I drink the pills down.

“I think you need
to go lay down in the back, baby,” he said.

“I will after I
have a talk with Mari,,” I said.

“Don’t worry about
me. I have to leave anyway. I have a paper to write and was planning on heading
to the library,” Marissa said.

“Not so fast
sister. We are going to talk.”

“Oh, alright if we
must,” she said sounding defeated..

“What really
happened between you and Ty?” I asked.

“Rebel, you don’t
understand what it’s like having not one, but four Hispanic men watching your
every move.”

“Tell me about it,”
I said.

“My father doesn’t
believe in mixed marriages. He says that is the reason races are separated by
categories. White, black, Hispanic and so on,” she said.

“I never would have
pegged your dad as a racist.”

“He’s not a racist
per se, he just doesn’t believe in mixing the races. He would never accept Ty
because he’s white,” she said calmly. A little too calmly for my taste. It’s
like she shut her emotions down.

“Are you in love
with him?” She shook her head adamantly, but I saw her eyes misting with unshed
tears. My beautiful friend was trying to be strong, but I could see beyond her
façade that everything was fine. She was silently hurting.

So I asked her
again, “Are you in love with him?” She leaned close to me and whispered in a
ragged breath, “Truthfully, I’m so fucking in love with him it hurts. I want to
be with him so bad, but I can’t.”

“Have you told him
how you feel and about your family issues? I mean how your family feels
interracial relationships? How you feel for him.”

“No,” she
whispered.

“You’re scared of
being in love, Mari. If you love him then fight for him. Talk to him. Tell him
how you feel. Tell him everything. He can’t fight back for you if he doesn’t
know what’s going on.”

“He won’t
understand.”

“You don’t know
that until you tell him.” She looked away lost in her own thoughts. She looked
back at me and hugged me, “I will talk to him, but not today. I need to get my
thoughts in order before I speak with him.”

I pulled back and
smiled at her, “sounds like a good plan, Mari.”

“Now, I think you
need to take Wyatt’s advice and go get some rest.”

“Okay, now I can go
rest. Oh, can you see if I have any assignments due?” I asked.

“Will do,” she
said. She hugged and kissed me goodbye before turning to Wyatt. She kissed him
on the cheek and said, “Take good care of our girl here.”

“Always,” he
replied. She shot one last glance at Ty and left. It did not escape me that Ty
looked at her with sadness. Hmmm…I need to find a way to get those two back
together, but not now. Now I need to lie down and rest my bruised body. Wyatt
picked me up and carried me to his office where he gently laid me down on his
battered leather couch. He kneeled down beside me and kissed me softly on the
lips and said, “Get some rest, pretty girl.”

***

My week of
convalescence flew by and before I knew it I was back at work. I was no longer
limping and the bruises to my face were now fading to the ugly yellowish color.
I still had a cast on my hand, but it wouldn’t hinder me from doing my job. I
was back to sleeping at my place, which didn’t sit well with Wyatt.

“Why can’t you just
stay here with me? I like sleeping with you in my arms and knowing when I wake
up, your beautiful face will be the first thing I see,” he said.

“I love waking up
in your arms too, but I have to be home for Bailey,” I said.

“Okay, baby. I
understand, but I won’t be satisfied until I wake up next to you every
morning,” he said while pulling me in tight for one of his famous Wyatt hugs. The
ones that give me goose bumps and butterflies.

“I want to be in
your arms, where you hold me tight and never let me go, but for now I have to
go home to Bailey,” I said. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me. I tugged
his face towards mine and kissed him with everything I had.

H
ELPING LISA ORGANIZE for the showcase was a lot more
time consuming than I thought it would be, but I loved every single minute of
it. I had no idea it took months to plan this shindig and as it drew closer to
the date I felt like I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
We had invitations made and mailed out in advanced since we requested R.S.V.P.’s.
We placed advertisements in every local newspaper imaginable and posters were
placed around the city as the date drew near. The showcase was going to run
from Thursday through Saturday. Along with showcasing Oz’s work we also asked
some local artist to participate in the event. The theme for the night was
named “The Journey Home,” by Osborne Stonewall. It was very important to have a
focus to attract people into the gallery to view and hopefully purchases Oz’s
pictures. He had different photos from around the world. Some were in color,
but a majority of them were in black and white. The black and white photographs
seem to capture the essence of what he was trying to capture more. Linda hired
a catering service for the venue to offer beverages such as champagne, wine and
non-alcoholic choices. Since it is an elegant affair, they were going to serve
finger foods like shrimp, falafel and mini-quiches. Linda wanted to provide a
pleasant background atmosphere. She hired someone to play good music, such as
classical and soft electronic. I was spending more time with Oz than I cared
to. I helped him frame his photographs and help him arrange them in the spaces
around the gallery that will give them optimum lightning. I would often take a
step back and look at the placement of a photograph and pretend I was a
visitor. I wanted to see it through their eyes. I wanted to make sure that the
pieces flowed together and told the story of the journey home. I added little
descriptions to each pieces and made sure the prices were clearly visible. Throughout
all this I still have my arm in a cast. I’ve learned how essentially important
having two functioning arms really is. First, it is incredibly difficult to get
dressed with one hand. It’s a long and tedious process dressing with one hand
and the clothes must be of the stretchy variety.