Ryker's Baby (16 page)

The talk with my father had completely wrecked me. I sat in my car, too weak from crying to drive.

Everything I knew about him was a lie. I'd heard rumors around town about my father being a ruthless businessman. But that was business. This was my life he was toying with. The thought of never seeing him again pulled at my heart. He was always there for me when I needed him most. But I could see now that he only had his own interests in mind.

After every tear was wrung out of my body, I finally started the car and drove back to Rebel's house. I couldn't let my dad control my life anymore.

But that meant no more money. No more fancy apartment. How could I afford to live on the money I made from painting? Rebel didn't even have a job. The money he got from the MC was meager at best.

There were a lot of things that needed to be sorted out.

I knocked on Rebel's door, not sure if it was appropriate to just walk in. We were together again but were things back to normal yet? Everything was pretty far from normal right now.

Rebel opened the door and peeked out, holding a handgun. Probably a good idea that I didn't just walk in. “What's with the firearm?” I asked, pushing by him.

“Never know when your enemies are coming,” Rebel replied, putting the gun behind his back and in his waistband. Rebel looked at my face and instantly knew something was wrong. “What happened? Your eyes are all red.”

We sat down on Rebel's dusty couch. My throat choked as I began, “I went to my father's office to confront him. He admitted the truth. My father was behind it all. He's the reason you went to jail.”

Rebel's fists clenched as he sat next to me. The rage in his eyes was fiery hot. “That fucking bastard.”

I nodded, trying to hold back the tears. “He said he didn't want you near me anymore. When we went against his advice and continued dating, he took drastic measures. I'm so sorry, Rebel.” I fell into his arms and hugged him as hard as I could.

“It's not your fault, Kayla. You didn't know.”

“But I trusted him for so long. He was the reason I didn't visit you in jail. He convinced me that you were guilty and I should move on. If I had only listened to my heart, I might've seen the real picture.”

“Let's not get caught up in the past. I'm here now, Kayla. We can move on together.”

He couldn't have said it any better. I reached up and kissed him hard. I wanted to take away all his pain and suffering. I wanted to go back and change everything. Make sure that Rebel never went to jail. But there was nothing to do about it. Rebel was right to move on.

Our lips touched and everything disappeared into a fog. The beating in my chest was only matched by Rebel's. He held me tight in his arms as his tongue entered my mouth. I melted away, never wanting to leave this moment.

Rebel broke away. “I don't ever want to lose you again, Kayla.”

“Then don't ever let go,” I whispered.

Rebel kissed me again, his eager hand wandering under my blouse. I cried out as he squeezed my breast over my bra. My moaning only made him hungry for more. Rebel lifted my blouse over my head and I undid my black lace bra before he could rip it off. I liked that bra a lot.

Rebel craned my neck to the side and left a trail of kisses down to my shoulder. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. He kissed my collarbone, kneading my breasts. I held his head against me as he kissed my peaks. He ran his tongue along my cleavage and over my nipples. The cold air perked them up and Rebel sucked on each nipple as hard as he could.

The thought of what was going to happen next excited me to no end. Rebel was the only man that could make feel this way.

Rebel deftly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. He tugged at my panties and I swatted him away. “Not so fast, Cowboy. I like these panties.”

“We'll have to be careful then.” Rebel placed his fingers gently underneath the black fabric and pulled them slowly down my legs.

I was completely naked before him and Rebel still had on all his clothes. “Am I the only one that's going to be naked here?”

“For the time being.” Rebel smiled and ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs. My body shivered as he moved closer and closer.

Only a little higher...

But Rebel stopped. He took his fingers away.
No! I need you now! Touch me until I shatter...

Rebel spread my legs apart until my dripping wet pussy was all his. “Taste me, Rebel. I want to feel your lips on me.” There was more I wanted to feel but his lips would do for now.

Rebel layered kisses down my stomach to my pubic mound.
Just a little bit lower...

Rebel buried his face between my legs, suckling on my clit. The sudden injection of pleasure made me cry out his name. I ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue tasted up and down my sweet slit.

My hips arched with every spike of ecstasy. Rebel drove me wild as he had done so many times before. My breathing quickened and I was so close. “Rebel...”

He kissed my clit until I came undone, squeezing his head in a vice. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let the ecstasy control me. Rebel worked his magic, swirling his tongue around until I couldn't take anymore.

The next orgasm was only moments away. Rebel slipped his fingers into my tight wet hole. I clenched his hair as he curled them inside me. “How can you make me feel this good?” I breathed.

“Because I love you,” Rebel returned.

His words had too much power over me. My body reacted in ways that I never thought possible. My hips bucked against his firm lips, spreading my wetness all over his face. I shuddered around his fingers until my body couldn't take anymore.

Rebel pried himself from between my legs. But I was desperate for more. A million orgasms wouldn't be enough. He licked his lips tasting all of my cream. I wanted to be with this man forever.

How could a woman taste so good? Kayla's honeyed slit was so sweet. I tried to remember that taste while in prison but the memory eventually faded.

Kayla jumped on me like a panther, clawing at my clothes. The two orgasms had made her hungry. “Give me what I want,” she commanded.

I threw my leather jacked across the room. Kayla wrapped her fingers in the neck of my wife-beater and pulled as hard as she could, tearing it in two. Her sudden strength made the throbbing in my pants burn with desire. Her nails dragged down my chest and over my tattoos, leaving red marks. She'd never been this dominating before.

I liked it.

She fiddled with my belt buckle until it was loose and she slipped my jeans off. I lay on the couch with my boxer briefs the only thing protecting my hard cock from Kayla.

Kayla faced away from me and planted her curvy ass down on my lap. My length fit right in between her cheeks. She placed her hands on my knees and rotated her hips. I put my hand on her naked back and felt her radiating heat. She felt so good grinding up against me. Better than any stripper or prostitute.

I reached in front of her to get a feel of her big tits but Kayla hit my hand away and got up. She shook her finger at me. “No, no, no.”

She got down on her knees and swung her hair behind her shoulders. Her hand ran over my boxers, just barely avoiding my trapped cock. “You need to stop with the teasing, Kayla. Or I'm going to bend you over this couch and fuck you right now.”

“You need to have some patience,” she said, squeezing my cock hard. I gasped from the pain and pleasure. She slowly rolled my boxers down until my length flopped out. Kayla's eyes went wide and she bit her bottom lip. Her finger traced from the head of my penis all the way down to the base.

I wasn't used to all this teasing. I usually got what I wanted when I wanted it. But Kayla was denying me the pleasure I deserved.

I grabbed the back of Kayla's hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes lit up up and her mouth opened. I grazed my finger around the rim of her mouth. “Don't make me beg, Kayla.” I could go jerk off in the shower if she didn't give me what I wanted.

She loved toying with me. Kayla gripped the base of my cock and stroked. It felt way too good. I leaned back in the couch while Kayla licked the head of my penis. She crammed my entire length down her throat and all I could do was scream.

Her fingers gripped the base and she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Her tongue swirled around my tip as she took me in and out of her mouth. I could only take so much more. No man would be able to hold off when Kayla had her lips around them.

The thought of Kayla swallowing my warm seed only made the experience more intense.

I was close.

Too close.

Kayla pulled me out before I could explode. My balls were wound so tight. I needed to feel that release before my body fell apart.

“Get on top of me,” I commanded.

Kayla stood up and straddled me with her long silky legs. Her tasty slit was only inches away from my desperate cock. Kayla hovered over me, watching my rod bounce up and down. “How much do you want me?” she asked, teasing me again.

“I want that tight pussy so bad, baby.” I squeezed her tits, showing her just how hard I wanted her.

Kayla lowered down on me slowly, my tip sliding into her wetness. She went all the way down until my length was enveloped. “How do I feel?” Kayla asked.

“So tight, baby.” I rested my hands on her hips as she raised up and down. I watched her beautiful curvy body rock against me. She knew exactly how to make me feel so good. And I never wanted her to stop.

Kayla bent down and kissed me. My hands moved to her ass and hugged her cheeks, slamming her harder down onto my cock.

“Will you come with me?” Kayla asked, arching her back.

I nodded, barely able to form any coherent thoughts. Kayla tightened around my cock and found her release, screaming my name at the top of her lungs. I held off my orgasm as long as I could. My breath escaped me as I burst inside Kayla, filling her up until I was dry to the bone.

We lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, naked on the couch in a state of bliss. Why couldn't life always be this good?

Sometimes life had to be a motherfucker. I needed to tell Kayla the whole truth. About the mayor and her dad. Everything.

But it could wait a little longer. I just wanted her to fall asleep in my arms.

The sunlight through the blinds burned my eyes. I was so tired that I could barely lift my hand to protect myself. Rebel's arms were still wrapped around me, holding me tight in a spooning position. The old couch at Rebel's place wasn't very comfy but we were able to sleep on it for the entire night.

Or maybe the sex was so exhausting that we could've slept on thumbtacks.

I flipped over in his arms until I was facing Rebel. His eyes slowly opened and a smile appeared. “I'd like to wake up every morning to that beautiful face.”

“Get used to it because I won't be able to afford my nice apartment anymore.”

Rebel brushed a stray hair from my face. “Doesn't matter. Just move in with me.”

I kissed him and felt his soft flesh below turn hard. I reached down and stroked his length, imagining last night. “Ready for more, Rebel?”

“You're going to kill me woman.”

“Then it will be a good death.”

Rebel agreed and we kissed again. He rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs. I don't know how I even had the energy for any of this. But all I knew, was that I wouldn't be satisfied until we made up for those four long years.

We fucked over and over again until the late afternoon. My body was like goo, sticking to the couch and never wanting to let go.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Rebel asked, finally prying himself from our fuck station.

I laughed and looked outside at the setting sun. “What do you have?

“Not much. I haven't been grocery shopping since I got out. Probably just oatmeal.”

I grabbed a blanket and covered my naked body, sinking further into the couch. I wasn't going anywhere today. “Oatmeal sounds perfect.”

Rebel went to the kitchen to fix us some breakfast and I lay on the couch, staring up at the popcorn ceiling.

My life had taken a crazy turn ever since Rebel King showed up on my doorstep. I tried to forget him during those four years but it was impossible. And now he was back and I was his property once again. I liked the feeling of being owned by Rebel. He'd do anything to protect me and anything to satisfy my desires.

But I had lost my father in the process. The only family I had left and now he was out of my life. If only I had known the truth sooner. Maybe I could have prevented Rebel from going to jail.

We could be married now, with a couple kids running around the house. All those years we wasted. We needed to make up for all that lost time.

Rebel returned, holding two bowls of steaming oatmeal. “Breakfast is served, Ms. Spencer.” Rebel acted like a butler, bending over to hand me my bowl.

“Thank you, sir. You may have the day off,” I said waving my hand away.

“You're so kind, Master.”

Rebel jumped on the couch next to me, still completely naked. I never got sick of staring at his inked chest. I dipped my spoon into the hot oatmeal and devoured it in seconds. I didn't even realize how hungry I was.

Sex really takes it out of you.

Rebel set his empty bowl on the ground and wiped his mouth. “We need to talk, Kayla.”

My heart skipped a beat.
How could it possibly get any worse?

Rebel sighed. “I didn't tell you the whole story. And now I need your help.”

“What is it, Rebel? You know I'll do anything for you.”

“After I got out of prison, I was picked up by Mayor McCain. He helped your father put me away.”

“That son of a bitch.” Anger rose in my chest like heartburn.

“He was also the one that got me out of prison.”

“I knew it couldn't have been for overcrowding.”

“Now he wants me to do something that I don't think you're going to like. He wants me to take down your father.”

My father...

“The mayor wants you to kill my father?” I could barely say the words without choking on them.

Rebel shook his head. “Not exactly. He wants to destroy Spencer Enterprises. And I can do that without any killing.”

Even though I hated my father's guts, I didn't want him to get hurt. “What if you don't do what the mayor wants?”

Rebel looked deep into my eyes. “He'll send me right back to prison.”

“Then what do you have to do?”

Rebel held my hand, squeezing it for support. “I need access to his office. Your father has had dealing with a lot of nefarious groups. If I can get documents that will implicate him, that will satisfy the mayor.”

I looked up at Rebel with determined eyes. “Let me do it, Rebel. I can get access to his office and take whatever you need.”

Rebel shook his head. “I won't let you do that, Kayla. I can't risk you getting caught and sent to prison. I could never live with myself.”

“But you need me.”

“I do need you. I won't be able to get into Spencer Enterprises without you. If you can distract your father long enough for me to slip into his office, I can get what I need and we both slip out. Your father won't even know what happened until the cops come to arrest him.”

Everything that I knew about my father was false. I had been blind to it my whole life. But not anymore. “I was wrong about my father being a good man. He deserves to go to jail. Let's do it.”

Rebel smiled and hugged me.

I broke out of the hug when the idea hit me. “The only way it will work is if we do it late at night. He has a secretary that would see you the moment you stepped out of the elevator. My father works late every night and his secretary won't be there past five.”

“Then we do it tonight. Before the mayor has any more reasons to send me to jail.”

We were about to do some very illegal stuff. I was risking my life for Rebel. But he would do the same for me in a second.