A Heart for Rebel by Mia Natal Page A

afraid to admit I'm in love with Rebel. It feels natural. I have been
waiting for this girl my entire life. Sure, I know it's soon, but it feels
right. She was made for me. Rebel's voice drifted from the bathroom. I knife up
from the bed and joined her in the shower. I pressed up against her back and
cupped her breasts.
    "Wyatt, don't
you think it's strange?" she asked. I placed a kiss on her right shoulder
before answering her, "What's strange, baby?"
    "Feeling the
way we do, declaring our love for each other. I mean we hardly know each
other," she said. I placed another kiss on her shoulder, only this time I
nipped it with my teeth.
    "How can love
be defined by time? Love is timeless. It happens when it happens," I
whispered.
    "I've never
known love. No one besides Bailey has ever said they love me," she
murmured.
    "What about
your mother?" I asked.
    "My mother has
never shown me affection. She's never even hugged me. Growing up in her world
was a nightmare. I always had to fend for myself and Bailey. I made sure I showered
her with love. I took care of her since the day she was born. It was hard at
first. My little sister was born a crack baby. The first few months I hardly
slept because she cried a lot from the withdrawal she was going through,"
she said.
    My heart broke for
her. She is truly precious and sweet. I was angry for her. Someone should have
taken care of her. Someone should have shown her unconditional love. I turn her
around in my arms. Looking into her eyes, so warm and trusting I realized I
want to hold her forever.
    "I don't
believe in love at first sight, but I know I lost my heart to you from the day
you came into my life. I willingly give my heart to you, Rebel. Yes, it might
be too soon, but nevertheless it's real," I said.
    She pulled my face
down and kissed me. She lightly brushed her tongue against my lips before
darting into my mouth. She clutched me desperately as the kiss intensified. My
heart lurched up into my throat. Our lips were wet and hungry searching and
reaching for more. I cupped her ass and lifted her up until my cock was lined
up perfectly at her entrance. I pushed her against the tiled wall and slide in,
in one hard thrust. She clutched my hair and moaned, "Wyatt."
    I kept my thrust at
a slow and steady pace, savoring how it felt to be deep inside her. Her eyes
are closed and her lips are parted. Her breath comes out in little tiny hitches
and the sound is sexy as fuck.
    "Tell me,
Rebel. I need to hear it," I whispered before sucking on her neck.
    "I love you,
Wyatt," she moaned.
    "I love my
name when you whisper it," I groaned.
    "Wyatt,"
she said.
    I increase the pace
of my thrusts. She's on the verge of letting go. I lower one hand to her pussy
and stimulate her clit. She gripped my dick within her walls and shattered within
my arms. Her juices flowed and soaked my cock. Harder and faster I thrust until
I grind deeper in her and explode.
    We quickly finish
showering and got out. I grabbed the towels that were on top of the vanity and
dry her first. She takes the other towel and dries me off. We go back to her
room and get dressed. Rebel leaves the room to make us a bite to eat.
    Rebel and I are
having lunch when her little sister comes in with tears running down her cherub
face. Her blonde ringlets are in a ponytail and she has a pretty pink dress on.
Her knees are scraped. Shit, the poor little angel must have fallen and needed
her sister to comfort her.
    "Reby, I
fe-fell," she wailed.
    Rebel drops to her
knees and opened her arms out wide. Bailey runs right into them, burying her
head in Rebel's neck. My girl soothingly rubbed circles down her back and says,
"It's alright, munchkin. I will take care of it and make it feel
better."
    She stood up with
her and carried her toward the bathroom. I quietly follow them. She placed Bailey
on the vanity and pulled out a first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. She
took out a large gauze and absorbed the blood, then washed it. She sprayed