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.