Mistaken Identity (11 page)

“Oh!” Her
hips shot off the bed. Her core grew slick, and her clit swelled.
 
In need of immediate relief she moved her
hand down to her lips and caressed a line down her sodden slit.
 
For a heart beat she forgot to breathe. Vivid
bursts of pleasure hit like a kaleidoscope of color. She brought her other hand
down to part her lips, dipped her thumb inside her heated entrance and caressed
her nub.

“Oh.”

She rocked
her hips, coasted on the river of sexual tension building up inside her.

“
Mmhm
.”
 
Jett’s
husky moan made her feel naughty. He lay just a few feet away, capable of
waking up any moment.
 
I should give him a reason to.
A rush of
power filled her as she spread her legs wider, and pumped a finger inside as
she continued to rub.

“Oh
God, yes.”
Her walls quivered.
 
She planted her feet on the bed for more leverage, added a second
finger, and thrust faster. With her eyes clenched shut she pretended it was
Jett’s cock. Long, thick, and buried as deep as it would go.

“Umm.”
She
whimpered.
 
Her heart slammed against her
ribcage, and she swore she was about to hyperventilate.
 
A ball of energy formed inside her pussy,
expanding with every lusty, stroke, she delivered.

“Ah-Ah.”
Her body
vibrated.

“Kansas, you
okay?” The raspy, sleep-worn, voice cinched the deal. Her muscles clenched,
clasped her fingers in a stranglehold.

“Jett!”
 
A waterway of feminine juices coated her
fingers and thighs. Spent, she collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving.

The bed
dipped, and a shadow hovered above her. Sensing the burning flame of Jett’s
gaze she opened her eyes.

“Looks like
you started the party without me,
Sas
.”

“I-I couldn’t
wait.”

“So you
warmed up that luscious pussy of yours for me?
How
thoughtful.”
 
Sheets rustled. His
tongue flickered out to caress her lips. “Spread your legs wide and hold onto
the headboard.”

“W-what?”
The
commanding tone was new, and sexy as fuck.

“You had your
fun. Now it’s my turn.”
 
He delivered a
nip to her neck, and she hissed. The darkness that concealed him from view
heightened the experience.

“Next time
you decide to play you’d best wake me.” The voice was gravel, smoke, and all
things that turned a good girl bad. Calloused fingers pinched her nipples.

“Oh!”

“You didn’t
answer me,
Sas
.”

“Y-yes.
I’ll wake
you next time.”

“Good. The
thought of watching you compose a symphony of pleasure with those artistic
fingers of yours in your cunt makes my dick ache.” Large hands traced the curves
of her body, paused at her hips, kneaded, and moved down to the tops of her
thighs.

“Jett.”
She gasped.
His fingers were magical as they manipulated the wet flesh.

“I can feel
your heat from here.” The bed dipped.

“Oh
shit!”
 
He sucked the skin on her inner
thigh into his mouth, and let go with a loud pop.

“I want to
leave my mark on you, show anyone who bothers to look
you’re
mine.”

“Jesus,
Jett.”

“I need you
to understand you’re
mine
now,
Sas
.
But it’s a two way street. I’m yours. I want you to mark me, too, with your
nails, teeth, and mouth.”
 
He moved a
little closer to her core with each word he mentioned, only to stop just shy.

“Jett!”

“What’s the
matter, Kansas?” He peered up at her and smirked.

“Please.”

“Please what,
darling? I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck me!”

“Oh you dirty
bird, that’s not what I expected you to say. But don’t worry. I’m very
prepared.” He pulled away, and the bed rocked, then hollowed when he returned.
She felt him at her entrance.

“Can I come
inside you, Kansas, feel you skin to skin?”

“Yes.”
Condoms were a moot point now, and they’d had the tested conversation months
ago.

He pushed in
to the tip, and she felt him for the first time. Stretched to capacity she
clutched the bed and arched her back.

“You feel so
good, liquid hot.” One thrust and he was buried deep inside her. “You were made
for me, Kansas. This is my pussy now.”

“T-then this
is my dick.”

“Yes, it is.”
He retreated and refilled her. They smacked together in a fast paced tango of
flesh. Her body shook.

“Fuck. I’m
going to fill you with
my cum
. Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

His guttural
cry rent the
air,
and a hot splash of cum flooded her
canal, and triggered a mind blowing flight over the edge. A few moments later
he moved to pull out.

“No!” She
tightened her legs around his waist. “Not yet, please.”

They lay
together, hearts synched, and the future pushed off until the next day.

“We should
shower,” Jett said.

“Would it
disgust you if I said I didn’t want to rinse your seed away?”

“Only if you
find it repugnant that I want to fill you up with my swimmers all over again
because you just said that.”

“As much as
I’d like to oblige, I’m tired.”

“Here.” He
rolled them over, careful to remain inside her. “That’s better.”
 

“
Mhmm
.”
Sleep beckoned as he rubbed her back.

She drifted
off to sleep haunted by dreams of a Walker family of three.

Chapter Six

Kansas
watched Jett man the grill out back over the rim of her mug.
He’s far too comfortable here.
A week
had passed, and no matter what she threw at him he stayed. Late night runs to
the store, emotional overloads that weren’t as faked as she’d liked them to be,
and lists of why they wouldn’t pan out in the long run. The fact that he let it
roll off like water on a duck’s back frustrated and impressed the hell out of
her. The whispers about the handsome stranger staying at the Collins girl’s
house had begun. They were the catalyst for dinner tonight with her father. It was
the last thing she wanted to do really, but turnabout was fair play. Jett
wanted to take her home to meet his family, and he refused to do that until
he’d met hers. After a week of trying to change his mind, she’d caved.

Regardless of
what happened between them, they were her child’s future family. Done
over-thinking for the moment, she finished off her peppermint tea. The
old-fashioned remedy worked wonders for her morning sickness.
What a lie!
More like all day sickness
. Rinsing out her cup at the sink, she
placed it in the dishwasher, washed her hands, and set the table.
 
She wanted things to go well. Other than the
occasional date for school dances she’d never brought anyone home.
 
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she
remembered their conversation.

“What’s this
I hear about you having a man living with you?”

“Hi,
Daddy.
He’s not living with me. He’s visiting.”

“So, it’s
true.”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t
you tell me?” The hurt in his voice had been plain as day. She’d felt like scum
on the bottom of someone’s shoe.

“We met a while
back when he was on assignment here, and he came back so we could figure things
out. I didn’t want to tell you until we decided how we were going to move
forward.”

“And how is
that?”

“Dating.”

“All
this for dating?
You make it sound like a complex business
merger.”

“It feels
like it.”

“Well that’s
the first sign something’s not right.”

“No, it’s
just … complicated. You’ll understand when you meet him.”

“
Mhmm
hmm.
What time should I be over?”

“Six.”

“Sounds
good.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes,
Pumpkin?”

“Be nice,
please. If you scare off the first man I’ve presented you with I might be
single forever.”

“That’d be
just fine.”

She’d
giggled.
“Dad!”

“I’m just
teasing, Kansas. I’ll be on my best behavior. I’m looking forward to meeting this
Jett fellow.”

“Awesome. Now
I have to get over here and deep clean my house.”

Her father’s
rich chuckle had rung out.

“Bye,
Kansas.”

“Bye, Dad.”

The light
hearted conversation had done nothing to tame the bucket of jumbles nerves she
become. Her father could be unpredictable. Laid back one minute, emotional and
overbearing the next. Perhaps that was every father when he had a little girl
who, as he put it, grew up when he wasn’t looking.

The screen
door swung open, and Jett stepped inside. “Meat’s on low. Can you keep an eye
on it while I go get changed?”

“Yes.”
 
She set down the last plate and began
straightening the silverware to keep
herself
busy.

“Are you
okay?”

“No, I’m
nervous as hell.”

“There’s
something you don’t see every day.”
 
Jett
smirked, and she rolled her eyes. “I thought you said your dad was a nice guy.”

“Yeah,
to me.
I don’t know how he’ll react to the man whose been violating his daughter on a
daily basis.”

“Well when
you put it that way, yikes.” Jett grimaced.

“Now you’re
getting it.”

“Good thing
we’re not telling him about the baby yet.”

“Yeah.
We may have
to do that in a public place to avoid your death.”

“Ha.” His
amused expression fell. “Wait … you’re kidding right?”

“Sure I am.”

“I’m serious.
He’s a dentist, so doesn’t that mean he’s got access to tools and shit?”

“He’s not
crazy, Jett, just overprotective.”

“Hey. I know
from personal experience it can be one and the same.”

“Go get
ready.” She shooed him with a wave of her hands.

“Uh huh, I’ll
do that, and maybe I can find a bulletproof vest while I’m at it. This is like
a
fricking
episode of
Paranormal Investigation
.”

She bit back
a giggle as he rambled to himself on his way down the hall. His wicked sense of
humor always cut through tension like a hot knife through butter, made it hard
to try to keep him at a distance. It scared her how fast she was coming to
depend on him. If she was going to do this Mommy thing on her own with shared
custody she needed to put on her big girl panties and grow a thicker skin.
Or you could consider having a go at it.
Look at how well you two fit together. Would you throw that all away because of
what happened between your parents? Then she wins, and hasn’t she taken enough?
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Unsteady on her feet she
reached for the edge of the table, and leaned forward, closing her eyes.
 
Jesus
Christ, how long am I going to keep letting this run my life?

“Kansas! You
okay?”
 
Jett rushed down the hall and
placed a hand on the small of her back.

“I’m sorry I
didn’t mean to scare you. I’m over here having epiphanies.”

“About?”

“Myself.”

“And that’s a
good thing?” Confusion filled his voice.

“Yes, a very
good thing. I guess it’s true when you’re about to become a parent all the
other bullshit goes out the window because you have to be whole to be the kind
of caregiver they deserve.”

“Please tell
me that means what I think it does.”

A knock
sounded on the door.

“We’re
finishing this later.”
 

She gulped.
The knock sounded again.
 
I’ve never been so grateful for my father’s impatience.
“I should get that. He’ll get louder.”