Mistaken Identity (9 page)

“Yes, he’s been dying to know more about
you.”

“What did you tell him?”

“That you were a delicious dollop of
chocolate I wanted to devour whole.”

“Jett!”
Her head
popped up. “You did not.”

“Nope, but you should’ve seen your
face.”
 

She rolled her eyes. “I told him you were
amazing, beautiful, intelligent, funny, and all mine, so he’d better not decide
to get a case of wandering eyes.”

“You’re sweet.”

“No, I’m serious. Scott thinks the darker
the berry the sweeter the juice.”

She released a strangled laugh. “You did
not just say that!”

“I did.” He gripped her thighs and spread
them wider. “And the way I consider it your berry is overdue for some
harvesting.” Plump nipples hardened and poked out through her thin tank top. He
swooped in, sucked one into his mouth and rolled the other between his fingers.

“Oh.” Her head fell back, exposing her
long, graceful, neck. He nipped the tender pebble, continued to roll its twin,
and moved up with soft kisses until he reached the heartbeat in her neck. His
tongue laved, tasted the salty skin and sucked it into his mouth. A primal
instinct to mark her drove him.

“Jett.”
She gasped,
writhed on the counter top, a wicked, wanton thing. He pulled away, admired the
purple brush left behind.

“I want to be buried deep inside you,
Kansas.”

“Bedroom is at the end of the hall to the
left.”

He scooped her body up in his arms. She
attached her lips, a frenzy of lips, and tongues. Loneliness faded away and a
ragging inferno of want remained. Quick strides led him to her room.
 
With reluctance he detached his mouth.

“Lights?” he rasped.

“Switch to your right on the wall.”

He clicked it up with his elbow, spotting
the queen-sized bed a few feet away. Resuming the kiss, he stumbled toward the
bed.
 
Like a vintage bottle of whiskey
her flavor got better with time and tasting. Her fingers settled into his
overgrown hair and yanked. He growled.

“Need you now, Jett.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”
He set her
down onto the bed, and they ripped their clothes off.
 
Bending down he slipped the preplaced condom
from his jeans and crawled on to the bed.

“You’re even more beautiful than I
remember.”
 
He leaned down, placed the
foil beside her on the bed and kissed her belly. The muscles quivered, and he
tilted his head back to meet her eyes and smirked. He kissed and nipped a path
to her belly button and dipped his tongue inside. She hissed, her hips lifting off
the bed, and he swirled his tongue around the shallow concave.

“Oh.”

The breathy sigh was music to his ears.
“I’ve spent too many nights dreaming about your sexy little noises. You’ll be
hoarse by the time that I’m done.” His traced a line up her body, between her
full breasts. He sucked the skin into his mouth, and she arched.

“You tease.”

He released her flesh, moving down to the
underside of her breasts.
“
Mhmm
.
The way you’ve tortured me with that silky voice of yours over the phone I
figured it was payback time.”
 
Her skin
broke out into goose-bumps. Her thighs rubbed together beneath him. Wetness spilled
from his tip. Giving her pleasure damn near sent him into an orgasm.

“Evil, evil man.”

“No, I only play one on television.”

“D-
Dex
Kimber
is not evil.” He sucked her right nipple into his
mouth, massaging its twin. “Oh!”

He hummed.

“If you don’t get that thick prick of
your inside me, you’re going to miss out because I’m going to come.”
 

 
“First time’s for you.”
 
Reaching down he circled her wet clit once,
twice, and then he thrust home.

“Jett!”
Her walls
clamped down on him. Held his fingers in a tight embrace as her body shook.
When her tremors calmed he pulled his fingers free and brought them to his
lips. He sucked her ripe juices off and groaned.
Even better than I remembered, damn, how is that possible?
 
The buttery, rich, salty, treat made him want
more. His cock twitched.
Later.
He picked up the silver square, ripped
off the top, and sheathed himself.

“You ready for me,
Sas
?”

“God, yes.”

He lined himself up to her center and
eased in. Her muscles sucked him in, accepted him like a lover returned from a
long trip.

“You’re always so wet for me, Kansas, and
tight.” He grunted. His hands rested on either side of her head. She flexed.

“It’s my turn,
Paranormal
boy.”

He moved back and surged back in. Her
hands flexed on his forearms.

“That’s man to you.” He winked as he bent
to take her lips. The room was silent as they fed on kisses, and their bodies
came together in an unhurried rhythm that suspended time. Gazes locked, their
eyes spoke words they weren’t ready to say out loud. She tightened, and he let
the earthquake inside him carry over into the abyss where they existed together
in the most intense state of blissful pleasure possible.

“We should shower.”
 
Her husky voice anchored him back to the
earth.

“Yeah.
I’m sure I’m
getting heavy.”

“No, I’m like the way you feel on top of
me.”

“Me, too.”
He kissed
her forehead, and pushed up. A whimper of protest slipped from her swollen lips
as he pulled away and left the bed.

“Where the bathroom?”

“Through that door.”
She nodded
toward the door to his right and he nodded. “Meet you in there?”

“
Mmhmm
.”

He walked over to the bathroom, held the
tip, and pulled the plastic free. Tearing off toilet paper he wrapped the
rubber up, tossed it into the trash can.
 
A moment later Kansas joined him.

“Are you ready to shower?” she asked.

“Yes.” He nodded.

She walked over to the curtain, and he
smirked.

“You have a
Tardis
on your shower curtain.”

“
Oooh
,
cool points for knowing what that is.”
  

They were both exhausted. The simple soap
up and rinse off was quick and lacked the playful exploration he wanted but had
no energy for.
Tomorrow I’ll remedy this.
 
Her body was definitely smaller,
too.
 
I might be paranoid, but I’m going to bring
that up, too.
Satisfied with his plans he closed his gritty eyelids and
allowed the soft bed and Kansas’s body heat to lull him into a deep sleep.

****

Kansas woke with a start. Tiny drops of
sweat dotted her brow. Her stomach rolled.
 
No! Not now, I’m not ready.
She opened her
mouth, swallowed air, and willed her stomach to settle. Copious amounts of
saliva filled her mouth, and she eased from bed as fast as she could without
waking the man snuggled up behind her. The door clicked, and she leapt in front
of the porcelain object just in time to empty the contents of her stomach. The
bitter taste of bile filled her mouth. Tears ran down her face. On, and on it
went until there was nothing left. She spat, flushed the toilet, and rested her
face on the cool tile flooring. After a few minutes she pulled herself up to
standing position, turned on the faucet, rinsed out her mouth, and brushed her
teeth.

She opened the door and cursed her luck
when she found a concerned Jett awake and sitting on the edge of the bed. A
stern expression darkened his features.

“We need to talk. I know you lost a good
amount of weight, and I just heard you in there. You never mentioned you were
sick on the phone. So, what’s going on?”

“It’s a recent development.”

“Not with the amount of weight you’ve
lost.” He clenched his strong jaw. She squirmed under his gaze.

“Well.”

He wasn’t going to drop it, not after
what he’d been through with
Lis
.
 

“It’s not anorexia.”

“Then what is it? Think long and hard
before you tell me a lie, Kansas.” The steel in his tone shocked her.
Damn he’s hot when he’s pissed.
 
Her hormones shot through the rough, liquid
flowed onto the inside of her thighs.

“I don’t know how to say this.”

“Oh my God, are you sick?”
 
Color faded from his face, and his eyes took
on a devastated expression that clawed at her insides. She took a deep breath.
The world swam around her, and a hum sounded in the distance. Darkness
swallowed her vision, and she swayed.

“Kansas!”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The annoying tone dragged her from the
comfortable shadows she was swathed in. Forcing open heavy lids Kansas blinked
as her vision blurred. She moved her arm and winced. A painful sensation
traveled through her hand.
 

“Be careful, they have you hooked up to
an IV. You were very dehydrated.”

“Jett.”
She turned
toward his voice and rubbed her eyes. “Are we in the hospital?”

“Yes, you were out cold, and I was
terrified.”

“Oh God, did you call an ambulance?”
Visions of her concerned neighbors lined up outside the room and word getting
to her father played in her head like a horror movie.

“No, I took you myself in my rental car.”

“Thank you.” His face was drawn and
worried.

She licked her lips. “What did they say?”

“They ran tests, but they couldn’t tell
me much, just that it wasn’t life threatening.”
 
He reached behind her.

“Yes?”

“Kansas Collins is awake.”

“We’ll send the doctor in right away.”

She smacked her dry lips together.

“Water?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

He lifted the pink pitcher with the white
lid off the night stand beside her and poured water into a cup with a straw.

“Here you go.” He brought the cup up to
her lips, and she closed her eyes enjoying the coolness as it coated her mouth
and her throat. The straw was pulled away.

“I don’t think you should drink too much.
I’m not sure if I should’ve given you that.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on
now?”

She opened her mouth to
speak and the door opened. A tow-haired middle-aged doctor with kind, blue eyes
and a clipboard walked in.

“Welcome back, Sleeping
Beauty. I’m Doctor Singer. You gave us all quite a scare.”

“Sorry.” She ducked her
head.

“No need to fret, I
surmise you didn’t realize how depleted you were.” He turned to Jett. “I’m
going to ask you to leave so I can give her the results.”

“No, he should stay.”

Jett squeezed her hands.
“
Sas
, are you sure?”

“Positive.”
 
Oh
what a play on words. The issue she’d been ignoring was about to come and smack
her in the face.

“Very well then, first
off, she’s not anorexic by any means, Mr. Walker. I know you were very
concerned about that. Do you have a history of that, Ms. Collins?”

“No.” she shook her
head.

“
Aaah
,
I see. I’m not sure if you’re aware of it, but you’re pregnant.” With those
words the final nail in the coffin of hope was laid.

“I’d begun to suspect.”’

“How long have you been
sick?”

“The past few
weeks.”

“Do you have any idea
how far along you’d be.”

She did the calculations
in her head. “Six weeks?”

“Jesus, Mary, and
Joseph,” Jett whispered.

She snuck a glance to
her left. He was pale, his features were drawn, and his lush lips were pinched
into a straight line.

“Is Mr. Walker the
father?”

“You bet your ass I am,
and if you leak a word of this I’ll slap a lawsuit on you and this hospital so
fast your heads will spin.”

“We don’t work like that
here in Somerville, Mr. Walker. We respect folks’ privacy, even famous ones.”

Pink rose in Jett’s
cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful—”

“It’s okay. It’s a lot
to take in at once.” Doctor Singer smiled. “It’s you I’m worried about, young
lady. You need to make sure you’re getting enough water, start a prenatal
vitamin immediately, and make an appointment with an obstetrician. Are you
dizzy often?”