Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“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.”