A Heart for Rebel (22 page)

A
S I DROVE back to the convention center, I was lost
in thoughts. My mind was consumed with the knowledge that Rebel's pregnant and
I'm the father. Fuck I felt like I was in one of those day time drama shows
where they do paternity test and the results are in the envelope waiting for
the audience to hear, "in the case of Rebel Walker 6 week fetus, Wyatt
Verity, you are the father." I had no idea if I was ready to be a dad. Hell
I'm not father material. I'm not a good role model. I have a Juvie record. What
kind of father could I possibly be? I know I clearly said to the doctor we are
keeping it, but is that the right choice? Does Rebel even want a kid? I mean
she said she always took care of everyone around her, but never had anyone to
take care of her. Did I screw up her life? Fuck, I just don't know. The tattoo
expo is packed when I get there. There are at least five people waiting at my
booth for tats. Ty was finishing up a tattoo for a lovely busty blonde, who was
clearly flirting with him. I raised my eyebrow at him and he laughed.

"Who’s
next?" I asked.

"The big dude
with the red bandana on his head." I call the guy over with my hand and he
saunters over and says, "You Wyatt?"

"Yeah, I'm
Wyatt.”

"My buddy,
Pete said I should ask for you. He said you do outstanding work."

"I do alright
and Pete's biased since he's been my client for years. I've done all of his
tats."

"Yeah Pete did
tell me that."

"What kind of
tattoo are you wanting to get?" I asked.

He looked at me and
said, "I'm A.J. and I want you to know I'm not a freak or a weirdo."

"Why would I
think that?"

"I wanted you
to know that before I show you the tat I want." It never occurred to me to
pass judgments on what people want inked on their skin. I'm not the one that
has to like it or wear it for that matter, but it does have to look good. I
make a living off of inking skin, therefore my tattoo has to look outstanding. I
take pride on my art and the way this guy is explaining the tat before I see it
had me a little nervous. I take a close look at the guy. He's big, bigger than
me. His head is covered in a red bandana like Ty said. He has a leather vest
with a patch. He's obviously in a MC club.

I look him in the
eye and say, "I'm not here to judge. I'm here to ink whatever you
want."

The guy reaches
into his vest and takes a children's book, "Where the wild things
are," by Maurice Sendak."I want the creatures and the boy inked on my
back."

"I could do
that. Do you want me to ink the name of the book above the characters?"

"Yeah and at
the bottom I want, for my buttercup, Emma."

I nod my head and
show him to my chair. I explain I have to sketch it out first before I can scan
it to the transfer paper. As I draw it out I can't help but ask, "Not
that's it's any of my business, but why do you want this tattooed on your
back?"

"I dated this
girl once. I was in deep with her, then one day she broke me when she just
upped and left. No explanation, no nothing… just… gone. Two years later some
girl showed up on my door step with a two year old girl named, Emma. She said
she was my ex’s friend and the little girl was my daughter. She told me my ex
died in a car accident and that she couldn’t take care of the little girl. I
was the only living relative. Anyways, I was like I don't know how to be a
father. I can't even take care of myself. She just left her with me. She gave
me all her stuff, clothes, toys, book and shit. I was freaked at first. I
didn't know what to do with a little girl. She cried all the time and refused
to sleep. I was losing my fucking mind until one day while rummaging through
her things I came across that book. Her little chocolate eyes lit up and she
smiled showing two deep dimples. Stole my breath and my heart in that moment.
It's her favorite book. I read it to her every night right before her bed time.
Sometimes she makes me read three or four times before she's out. This is for
her." Listening to him talk about his daughter put things into perceptive
for me. I want to have a cute pet name for my daughter. I want to read bed time
stories to her. I'm no longer afraid to be a father, because after listening to
this guy talk about his daughter I know I would do anything to see my little
girl happy, if we have a little girl. I took my time inking the tattoo on the
guy. I wanted it stand out for his little girl. As I worked diligently on his
skin, thoughts of Rebel swam in my head. I lost my self in one particular
orgasmic memory.

I
WAS IN the bathroom getting ready to take a shower
when she stepped inside the room. I couldn’t help myself; I walked over to her
and pushed her up against the door. I kissed her hard and deep. I was a
starving and I wanted a taste of her. I help her strip out of her clothes and
my cock twitches at the mere sight of her. She has the sexiest legs they are
long and go on forever. Her breasts are full and perky. Her nipples were hard
begging me to suck on them. I captured one in my mouth and suck on it hard
while I pinched the other one. She moaned, “Wyatt.” I love the sound of my name
on her lips. We break apart and stepped inside the shower. I reached for her
body wash and slowly soaped up her body and she pressed herself against me. Her
tits slide up against my chest. I can feel her excitement and the heat in
between her legs as I caress her ass. I pull her closer so she could feel just
how hard I am for her. I bite her bottom lip gently and slide my tongue across
it. She returns the kiss and makes her way towards my neck and behind my ear. Her
hot breath against my ear gives me goose bumps. She laughs at my reaction to
her. I smile because there is no place I’d rather be than here with her, loving
every inch of her. I trace my finger down her spine and now she has goose
bumps. “You are so beautiful, so responsive to me.” I pull away from her and
lean back against the wall. I watch enthralled as her hands grab my stiffening
cock and strokes it.

“I want to taste
you, Wyatt,” she breathes.

“Fuck yes!” I
groaned. She slides down my body and takes my hard as a rock dick into her
mouth. She pinched her nipples and with her other hand she is touching her
pussy. I am so turned on. My senses are on overload from having my dick sucked
and watching my girl pleasuring herself. I don’t know if I should watch my dick
disappearing inside her mouth or her fingers as she plunges them in and out of her
sweet pussy. I’m at my breaking point knowing I’m minutes away from finding my
release in her mouth. I pull on her hair silently asking her to release me and
she does. I lift her up and slam her up against the shower wall. I slowly
slither down placing her legs on my shoulder. My lips are perfectly aligned
with her pussy lips. I breathe in her scent and my mouth waters. I start to
methodically lick her pussy, lapping up her wetness like I was dying of thirst.
I push a finger inside her, twisting and turning them to get it nice and wet.
“Oh god, yes Wyatt,” she moans. I slip in out of her and rim her back end.

She tightens and
tensed at the intrusion. I stilled my finger and said, “Relax, Pretty girl.
Trust me it will feel good.” She lets out a breath and relaxes. I carefully and
tenderly ease my finger in and proceed to suck and lick her clit. She holds on
to my hair pushing me closer to her folds. She bucks her hips as I increase the
pressure on her clit and ease a second finger in her rear end. The friction and
heat is intense. I can feel she is on the edge of her orgasm and I pick up the
pace with my fingers and my tongue. She clenches my fingers and her juices are
dripping down my chin as she cries out my name with her release. She’s panting
and her legs are shaking. I love how she taste and push my tongue faster inside
her until she rides the last wave of her orgasm. I slip my fingers out of her
rear end and kiss her pussy lips before I remove her legs off my shoulders.

I grab her ass
and whisper in her ear, “I want to fuck you here. Would you let me do that,
Rebel?”

“Yes,” she
pants. I quickly wash her and myself. I don’t bother drying us off. I take her
hand and lead her to the bed, “Get on your hands and knees, baby.” She eagerly
complies. I open the draw on my nightstand and get the bottle of lube I bought
earlier that day. I pop the cap and squeeze a good amount in my palm and
lubricate my dick with it. I leisurely and gradually ease myself inside her. I
don’t move. I patiently wait for her to get acclimated with having my dick in
her ass. I have one hand on her hip and place one on her mound and cup it. She
wiggles her butt and pushes back into me. I clench my teeth to keep myself from
ramming into her. I don’t want to hurt her, I want to give her pleasure.

“Patience, baby.
I promise it will feel good,” I pant.

“I’m on fire,
Wyatt. I need you to move,” she whimpers. I slowly ease out of her and push
back in. I finger her clit and maneuver a finger inside her slit. She bucks
from the friction and I pick up my pace.