Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“Jett…”

“Come on, Sas. Don’t hold this against me.”

She closed her

eyes, mentally counted to ten, and opened them. Could she fault him for packing and heading up to go back home when he was needed?

“Regardless, it sounds like you have business you need to get into order. Clean out your closet, and we’ll go from there.”

“I can do that. I don’t want to leave things on this note. I have to leave for the airport in twenty minutes. Can you stay with me?” I should at least scratch the itch again before he rides off into the sunset, treat it like any other mutual satisfaction arrangement I’ve had.

“You look like you could use a little stress release.”

His eyes darkened with lust. “I only have fifteen minutes, and I–I thought you were upset…”

“Trust me, when I’m upset you’ll know it. What are you waiting for? You only have fourteen minutes now.”

He dropped to his knees, fisted his hands in the material of her dress and pushed it up, around her hips.

“Hold on to this. I can’t leave without tasting you.” He massaged her cleft through the thin material of her black, lace, underwear, moved in and kissed her trim pussy. Her passageway grew slick as his fingers continued their magic as he nipped her thigh. She grasped the cloth in her hands like a lifeline as her legs shook.

“Don’t tease.”

“Only because there’s not enough time.” He covered her with his lips, sucked her bud into his mouth through her underwear. The contrast of wet, heat, and roughness stole her breath. His nimble finger crept inside. Her muscles tightened around him, and she pressed her thighs closer together adding to the friction. He pulled away.

“No!” His big hand ripped away her underwear, and he spread her legs, piercing her molten tunnel with his tongue.

“Oh Jett!”

He took no prisoners as he fucked her with his mouth and rubbed her clit. Within minutes she was a trembling mess of melting woman. Stars burst behind her lids, and she came hard. A moan escaped Jett as he swallowed her whole. Pulling away, he supported her trembling body with strong hands on her hips.

“I knew you’d be addictive.”

She peered down, and he licked his shiny lips. “Oh God.”

“This is the best way to leave, with your flavor on my taste buds.” He stood, wrapped his arms around her and cradled her to his chest. “This isn’t over by a long shot, Kansas. Do you believe me?”

“Y-yes.” She wanted to.

“Good.” He covered her mouth with his own. The mixture of her flavor combined with his was a delicacy she longed to taste again. “I hate this.” He growled. “I just found you, and I have to leave. The past six months have been a living hell. Then you come in like a brilliant ray of sunshine and dazzle me and shit.”

She snorted. “Dazzle you and shit?”

“Hey, those lines Dex delivers are written. I’m operating on the fly.”

Despite the fucked up situation, she smiled. He was adorable, and charming. Bastard. The upheaval he brought threw her off balance. Challenged the way she’d been living. Relationships had never been a blip on her radar, too much risk, and to be honest, she was selfish. Her goals and dreams were all she had to consider when she was flying solo. Walk away. The devil on her shoulder urged her to run for the hills before she got in any deeper. I’ve never been a coward. Jett offered a new puzzle to solve. A different path she’d never thought to travel. If she craved anything it was knowledge. Might as well admit I’m locked into the ride … for now.

“It was pretty in a very honest and slightly dorky way.”

“I had to pick a writer!” He mumbled as he stepped back. The playful expression on his face made her giggle. She could see Dex peeking out, but after almost ten seasons of playing him there had to be a bit of meeting in the middle. He walked over to the bed, picked up his duffle bag, and slipped it over his head. Clearing his throat he came to a halt a few feet away.

“So I know this is ass backward, but can I get your number?”

Her laughter rang out like a chime. The somberness was lifted.

“Yeah, tell me your number, and I’ll call you.” She slid her small purse down her shoulder, opened it, and pulled out her purse. They exchanged numbers.

“I’m going to go.” She nodded toward the door behind her.