Page 27 of Rebel

‘ATLAS’

The drive home turned into a clusterfuck. It was Thanos who lost his shit first, out of nowhere. First, I heard the sniffs, then Kon telling his youngest brother everything was going to be okay. Wrong thing to say because Thanos said that his yia-yia and papou might die and he told Kon to shut up, which was a first. Then he started to weep, which instantly had Stefanos joining him. Before I could do anything, Rebel unbuckled her seat belt and literally jumped from the front to the middle seats, kneeling between the two captain chairs, grabbing both boys the best she could. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but whatever it was seemed to be calming them down. When we pulled into the garage and I shut off the car, I heard Rebel tell the boys to go in with me. I didn’t get it until I saw Kon in the last row hunched over, shoulders shaking. Fuck!

By the time I get my two youngest boys cleaned up and ready for bed, I know Kon and Rebel are in the family room, both holding bottles of… what the hell? I wipe my eyes and look again. Oh, I should have known they are drinking bottles of root beer. When I glance at Rebel, she’s smirking at me.

“How did you know Dad would think you were letting me drink a real beer? Holy Christ, you’re good. I was waiting for you,Dad, before I went up to bed. If you hear anything on Yia-yia or Papou, please wake me up? ’Kay, night, guys.”

Then to my utter surprise, my oldest walks right into me, hugging me tightly, which I return back. This lasts for quite a bit of time before he pulls back, and yeah, this is going to take some time for each of my sons to process. I do what I need to and let Kon know he isn’t alone.

“Konstantin, you have no blame in what happened. No, listen to me, Son. If and when you need to talk about this, or not talk about it, and grab a root beer or beef sandwich with extra peppers or take a drive, I’m your guy. I love you very much, Son.”

His eyes get wet and he gives me a quick hug, then almost runs upstairs to his room. Seeing Rebel, I know without her, my parents would have been lost to us all. The Devil’s Handmaidens saved our family and I’ll never forget it. She’s giving me time but I don’t need any more.

“Mya ‘Rebel’ Mikowlowski, I’m in love with you and need to tell you. Today taught me that tomorrow is never guaranteed, so I’m not waiting any longer.”

She’s watching me with a small grin on her face. I think she’s shocked, which is a first, because usually nothing I say has this reaction. Moving to her, I kneel in front of her, putting my head on her lap. My arms are on either side of her hips, and when she starts to run her fingers through my hair, I finally relax and breathe. Neither of us says anything and before I know it, I can feel it rushing up on me, and the events of the day hit me in the chest. I start to ramble on, my heart racing, thoughts flying through my mind.

“My God, Rebel, how are they going to come back from this? Especially my mom, what they did, I could kill them with my bare hands. She might end up with a bag for the rest of her life. And I know my dad, he’s going to feel it’s his fault because he couldn’t protect her. What happens if this makes them break upbecause they can’t stand to be together any longer? And my boys, this is going to put scars on their souls.”

Rebel stops massaging my scalp and softly asks me a very important question.

“What about you, Atlas? Who’s going to worry about you, making sure you recover and this doesn’t drop you to your knees, no pun intended?”

That’s when it starts, I have no control on how quiet or loud I am. Before I know it, I’m being surrounded by all three of my boys. Between them and Rebel, I’m being smothered by their hugs and it’s just what I need. I’m on emotion overload so their love settles my heart and soul. I know Mom and Dad are in the best of hands. Not sure how many of the degenerates Shadow and the club have, but those they don’t have are dead, which means they will never hurt anyone again. It takes me a while to be able to feel kind of in control. I’m on my ass, leaning against the couch between Rebel’s legs, with Kon on one side, Stefanos on the other, with Thanos between my legs. Without words we stay like this for a long time. Then slowly we start to break apart, and the boys say goodnight and head back to bed. Rebel shifts and stands up, putting her hands in front of me so I grab them, and she helps me off the floor. Together we walk up to our bedroom. Yeah, ours, that’s what it is. Rebel walks me to the shower, telling me to take as long as I need, she was going to make sure everything is closed up and then she’ll set the alarm. When she leaves, I strip, turn the shower on, and walk in. As the water flows down my body, my hands hit the tiled wall, my head drops, and I just stand here. I’m cried out and my body is spent. Guess I’m just taking a minute or five.

I’m so out of it, I literally jump when hands start to wash my back and ass, then go down each leg. When Rebel turns me, she resoaps her hands and starts at my neck, down my chest, past my stomach. Her hands wrap around my cock gently, andshe starts to wash my length then my balls before she washes each leg and foot. She rinses her hands and grabs my shampoo, telling me to bend over. When I do, her hands start to wash my hair and massage my scalp. I’ve never been pampered like this by a woman. Fuck, when I was married it was all about Mindy and my trips to Billings weren’t about this, they were about hard fucking and getting off. When Rebel is done, she tells me to rinse off. Once I’m done, she tells me to use the towel she heated in the dryer and to go to bed, she’ll be right behind me, she just needs to rinse off the day. I offer to return the favor and wash her, but she tells me that I’m the one who needs special care tonight.

I get out and when I grab the towel, it’s still warm. Drying off and then wrapping it around my waist, I make my way into the bedroom to see the bed turned down and a bottle of water on each nightstand. The television is on and the lights are on low. How did I ever survive without Rebel? If this had happened and I didn’t have her, I’m afraid I might have not survived, even knowing I should fight at least for my boys. I get into bed, sitting up against the headboard. Grabbing my water, I drink a third of the bottle then put it down, lean my head back, and close my eyes. Next thing I know, Rebel’s getting into bed and instantly is snuggling up against my side, her hand on my stomach. Her hair is wet and I don’t care. Pulling her as close as possible, we lie in each other’s arms. I’ve never felt like this in my entire life, it’s almost like I’m watching myself from above, almost like a mixture between being underwater or in a fog. And even though I’ve been a doctor for years, I’m lost as to what I should do to get rid of this feeling. Then it dawns on me. I need Rebel. Leaning down, I kiss her, then, with my finger, lift her chin up, placing a kiss on her lips, which she returns.

“Sweetheart, I need you. Need to feel you and your heat surrounding me. I want to make love to you nice and slow sowe can both feel every sensation. I just need you, Rebel. I know you’re sore, I promise not to hurt you.”

Without a word, she lies on her back carefully, then sits up slowly, removing my T-shirt. Then she lies back, looking at me with the most beautiful caramel eyes as she says softly to me, never looking away.

“Atlas, make love to me. I want to feel how hard and soft your cock feels against my skin. I want your mouth on me and your arms around me. I want to love you.”

And that is what we do together. We taste, lick, suck, nibble, and touch each other everywhere. There is nowhere we don’t touch. When I finally slowly enter Rebel, I can’t move for a minute because the feeling is so beyond intense. When Rebel squeezes her internal muscles, I lose it and start to move in and out, first slowly then faster as I hear her moans. When she starts calling my name, I change my pace again until we are both covered in a sheen of sweat. Feeling that sensation moving through my body and knowing I want her to orgasm before me, my hand goes between us and my finger finds her bundle of nerves. I push down on it, then with another finger, I squeeze then pinch. I feel her body tighten for a quick second as she starts to keen, then her muscles relax and she floods my hand, but I don’t let up. Plunging deep then pulling out slowly has her orgasm keep going until she finally begs me to remove my fingers. When I do, she lies back with a huge smile on her face as she wraps me up with her arms and legs around me. Now it’s about me and that is what my singular goal is. And it takes me a whole one, two, three, and on my fourth thrust I feel everything grow as my balls draw upward. It’s like I’m on fire; at the same time it feels like there’s a cool storm following close by. As I fill Rebel, my toes curl as my back bows. Letting out a long growl, I drop onto Rebel, who continues to hang on to me, never letting me go. When I’m finally able to breathe, my body is relaxedand my mind seems clear. Placing kisses all over her face, she continues to smile at me. This day was a living hell and somehow she managed to make it okay. No, not okay, but bearable.

“Atlas, hey, look at me. Say it again.”

“What?”

“You know, what you told me before. Please say it again.”

“I love you, Rebel.”

“And I love you back, Atlas Giannopoulos.

We settle together, neither willing to let the other go to clean up. When I think about it, I asked if I hurt her and she says no, not any more than it would hurt if we hadn’t made love. Rebel falls asleep and as I hear her breathing, I listen to her, trying to plan the rest of our lives. And somehow my thoughts allow me to fall asleep beside the woman who brought love back to me and my boys.

TWENTY

‘REBEL’

MYA

Suddenly waking up, I’m laying in bed with Atlas’s heat surrounding me. Then I hear it again and I’m not sure what it is, so I carefully get up, throw on his T-shirt—which fits me like a dress—and then grab my panties. Once I’m decent, I make my way downstairs to see a faint light in the family room. Slowly I walk toward the light and the noise is getting louder. What I see has me quickly moving to Stefanos, getting down and grabbing him without thinking. His forehead is bleeding from banging his head against the wall in the corner. Immediately he starts to fight me, not saying a word. I never knew a kid his size could be so strong. When his fist slams into my bruised ribs, I let out a “Holy shit” and let him go, which has him scrimmaging across the floor. The look on his face is a cross of me being nuts or him wanting to keep pounding on me. I’m trying to find a way to sit here and not feel like my ribs are trying to come out of my side. I’m breathing and gasping, trying to figure out how he could manage to hurt me when hours before Atlas and I made love and I didn’t feel this kind of pain, though he was careful. Looking back to where Stefanos was, I see something moving. Looking up, Stefanos is close to me.

“Rebel, did I hurt you?”

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