A Heart for Rebel (7 page)

The club is packed
tonight. I'm nervous and excited at the same time. All I could think about is
seeing Wyatt. I hoped to God, he's here and free. Marissa heads to the bar for
a rum and coke. I'm not a drinker, my personal preference, so I settle for a
club soda. I scan the club and my hopes die. Wyatt is not here. I was so stupid
walking away from him that first night. Marissa and I take our drinks and hit
the dance floor. We're dancing to some really good house music. We're both lost
in the 4/4 beat of the music. I'm drenched in sweat, and feeling liberated.
Marissa and I head towards the bar for refills when I see him sitting at a
booth with Ty and two girls. The girl sitting next to Wyatt was gorgeous. She
looked cozy with him. She's nibbling on his neck. I was livid. I was jealous. I
wanted to claw her eyes out. My reaction was understandable, but Marissa's
reaction perturbed me. Her whole body tensed up as she took in the scene. Ty
was sitting close to his companion and laughing with her. She was a cute girl,
a little too young for him. Marissa's body tensed, her breathing became
labored, and her fists were clenched so tightly, her knuckles were white from
lack of blood flow.

"What the
fuck!" she muttered.

"What?" I
asked. She looked at me and her expression was livid, "Excuse me a minute,
Reby, but I need to talk to someone. Wait for me at the bar; this won't take
but a minute." I watched as she walked with determination towards their
table. When did she become friendly with Ty? Seems my best friend was holding
out on me.

T
Y AND I decided to go to the lounge tonight. His
baby sister was in town and he wanted to introduce her to Marissa. I was okay
with that, even though Rebel wouldn't be there. I had no idea why I was still
hung-up on her. It was only one night and it happened months ago. For some
reason I can't stop thinking about her. She disappeared, taking a piece of me
with her. I know that sounds irrational and crazy, but it's true. So, here we
are, sitting at a booth. Ty playfully shoved his sister and she retaliated by
punching him in the arm. Lindsay, an old flame is sitting on my lap, softly
nibbling on my neck, but all I can think about is her. Her eyes, her smile, her
taste, and how heavenly it felt to be inside her. I closed my eyes and
fantasized its Rebel in my lap. I felt myself harden with just a mental visual
of her. I remembered waking up from the best sleep ever. I had reached over for
Rebel, but the spot next to me was empty. I bolted from the bed and looked for
her in the bathroom. Empty. I went downstairs to look for her. Empty. Shaking
my head I made my way towards the kitchen. I spied a receipt propped against my
coffee canister. I cannot believe she left. I don’t know what irked me more,
the fact that she left or the thanks for the great fuck note she left me. I was
highly frustrated. I've never had a girl sneak out of my bed before. I usually
got the morning after fuck and phone number. I wasn't planning on a morning
after fuck with Rebel. I was planning on morning, noon, and night fuck with
her. I felt a deep connection to her. I've never felt that before, but there's
just something about Rebel. It’s an unexplainable pull that draws me towards
her. I had no idea how to get a hold of Rebel after that night. I tried
everything I could to get a hold of her. I was so desperate to find her that I
went to the shop on my day off to talk to Ty.

"
H
EY TY,"

"Wyatt, my
man what are you doing here on your day off?" he asked.

"I need to
see the paperwork on Marissa," I replied.

"Who?"
He asked.

"Marissa,
the girl you tatted and pierced Friday," I replied.

"Oh, the
exotic Latin chic. You got a thing for her? Bro she’s got a man. I tried and
was dee…nied," he said.

"No,
I...fuck. I'm interested in her friend, Rebel," I replied.

"Bro,
you’re worked up over the girl. Calm down. I'll get the paperwork for
you," he replied as he walked over to his file cabinet.

“Thanks, man.” I
said.

“Wyatt, we’ve
known each other a long time. We’re tighter than brothers and because of that I
want to say something about this thing you have with Rebel.”

“Jesus, Ty what
exactly do you think you have the right to say?”

“Bro, relax.
What I have to say is not life shattering. You’re my friend and I’m just
worried about you.”

“Spill it, Ty. I
don’t have all day.”

“What you’re
doing is unprofessional and unethical. Looking up a client’s information just
to get a piece of ass,” he said.

“First of all, I
know it’s wrong, man, but there’s just something about this girl that I can’t
stay away from her. Secondly, she is not just some piece of ass. I can’t
explain what exactly she means to me, cause hell if I know. All I know is I
need to be with her.”

“I get that man,
but if you are going to go after that girl then you’re going to need to be
strong because that girl is broken.”

“I already knew
that and I don’t care. All I care about is being with her.” He gave me the file
and I jotted down her number for me. I took it and programmed the number in my
phone.

"Thanks,
Ty," I said before turning. I did not wait for him to speak. I wasn't in
the mood to hear the shit that was going to come out of his mouth. The minute I
hit the pavement I dialed her number.

"Hello?"
she asked.

"Hey,
Marissa, it's Wyatt from the MADD Tatter," I replied.

"Oh, fuck. Did
I like get some disease from a needle?" she asked in a panic stricken
voice. I can understand her worry but nothing has ever and will never happen at
my shop. We are very careful to sterilize the equipment.

"Of course
not, Marissa. Calm down. We are a reputable tattoo shop. We are diligent in
sterilizing all of our equipment. We use new needles and ink caps with every
client. I'm calling for another reason," I replied.

"Oh thank
God! Anywhoo, why are you calling me?" she asked.

"Shit...um...I
need...," I started to reply, but she cut me off.

"Spit it
out Wyatt. I don't have all day to gibber gabber witcha," she huffed.

"Rebel, I
want Rebel's number," I said.

"Damn...I
can't," she replied.

"Yes, you
can," I said.

"Um...no I
can't," she replied.

"Yes, you
can Marissa. I want her number,"

"No I can't
Wy...att. She doesn’t have a phone, stupid," she replied sarcastically.

She irritated
the fuck out of me. "How can I get in contact with her," I asked.

"You can't,
but I'll let her know you're looking for her," she said before hanging up
on me. I tried to call her back but she kept ignoring my calls with the fuck
you button, sending me straight to voice mail. I was fucking fuming mad for
several reasons. I was pissed beyond belief that Marissa wouldn't take my
calls. I was extremely livid that Rebel did not have a phone. Every girl should
have a phone if just for emergency purposes. I had no idea if I would ever see
her again. I was down in the dumps like a love struck fool. What the hell is
wrong with me acting like a pussy over a girl I just met? I know what’s wrong. I
met the girl that was meant to be mine. I let her walk out of my door and out
of my life. Fuck.

F
UCK! I OPEN my eyes the minute I hear a hard slap. I
look Ty's way and Marissa is going off on him. I can only assume she smacked
him.

"Mari, baby,
calm down. It's not what you think. Let me explain," Ty said.

"Explain Ty,
how it's not what I think," Marissa snarled sarcastically.

"She's my
sister, Jamie," he softly said. Marissa's eyes well up with tears and her
face plants into his chest. He kisses the top of her head, “Mari baby, please
don't cry. You know how I feel about you. I would never hurt you," he
said. Ty's sister has a goofy smile on her face watching their exchange.

"I'm so sorry
I jumped to conclusions. I was dancing with Reby. I looked your way and I
didn't know what to think.”

At the mention of
Rebel, I lift Lindsay off my lap and look around. My eyes find her immediately.
I drink in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst. She's fucking
exquisite. She has on a satin burgundy dress that scoops low in the front
accentuating her voluptuous breast. The dress stops right above her knees. My
eyes travel down her sexy long legs that go on for days, and holy hell, she has
on a pair of fuck me stilettos. Our eyes meet and she turns no doubt to run. My
mouth drops to the floor, because her dress is backless and I can clearly see
the dimples of her heart-shaped kissable round ass that I know for a fact are
perfect for my hands. I make my way towards her and I thread myself into her
arms. I invite my tongue into her mouth, not caring if I have her permission. It
feels incredible, I don't want to stop. I only had a small taste of her for one
night, and now that she's here, I want to pick-up where we left off. I want to continue
kissing her. I want to dive deeper into her mouth. I feel like an archeologist
exploring unknown territory. I want to find all her secret pleasure points to
drive her higher and higher, until she's moaning my name. Until she combusts in
my arms. She resisted at first, struggling to free herself from my arms, but I
wasn't having it. I held her tighter to me; eventually she relaxed and let her
guard down, returning the kiss with fervor. A clearing of a throat broke us
apart. I groaned in frustration. Rebel's cheeks were a pretty shade of pink.

“Excuse me Wyatt,
but what the hell is going on? Who is she?” Lindsay growled.

“Lindsay, this is
Rebel,” I answered.

“Well, would you
mind telling, Reba, was it? To find her own man?” Lindsay rudely said.

“Lindsay, her name
is Rebel not Reba. Lindsay we are not together. I didn’t come with you,” I
replied.