MisTAKEN Identities Paranormal Romance

by Allan, Sydney

  And when he moved those arms…she was in heaven! She wondered if she might have an orgasm just from the sight. Still wondering if she was dreaming again, she reached up and poked his chest with an index finger then said, “Pinch me.”

  He pinched her forearm, just hard enough to sting.

  She wasn’t sleeping.

  “Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” she asked as she let her index finger follow the deep ridge between his pecs down the center of his stomach. It stopped at his pants waistband and she shuddered with expectation, staring at the bulge front and center behind his zipper. No doubt about it, he wasn’t kidding when he’d said wait until she saw what was in there!

  A little bit of bravery and a lot of curiosity gave her the strength to unzip his trousers. And the steady throb between her legs was enough motivation to push them the rest of the way down his smooth-skinned, muscular legs.

  The man was built like a god! And he wanted to be with her?

  With his pants gone, the sheer size of the bulge in the front of his snug black cotton briefs was a little intimidating. But with a little gentle encouragement from Jason, she finally pulled the briefs down and took her first look at what was under them.

  A huge lump formed in her throat. His shoulders weren’t the only…oversized…part of this man. It was the size of one of those dildos she and Lori saw at the sex-toy shop. She was grateful it wasn’t the size of the John Holmes model at least, but she still wondered if it would fit. Her experience being what it was—best labeled limited—she couldn’t be sure of anything.

  “I have a silly question,” she said, feeling foolish.

  “Sure.”

  “Um…have you ever killed a woman with that?” she asked, pointing at his tool.

  His laugh was a delightful blend of amusement and wicked promises. “Not literally,” he answered. “I promise if at any time you tell me to stop, I will. I don’t want it to be painful for you. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “That’s why I want to make sure you’re good and ready.” He pressed on her shoulders, easing her onto her back then gently parted her legs again. His fingers found all the right spots as they drew circles on the outside of her privates, plunged in and out, and otherwise drove her to near insanity.

  The sounds of his voice as he whispered sweet promises to her, the scent of his skin, the feel of his hands on her, the tickle of his hair against her thighs as he lowered his head between them, and the taste of his kiss that still lingered in her mouth and on her lips all competed with each other for her attention. It was as if her brain couldn’t register it all at the same time.

  At the same time, she felt her heart expanding, swelling from the gentle touches and loving words he lavished upon her. No man had ever made her feel so special, so treasured. She was the luckiest woman alive!

  He got up, found his pants and produced a wrapped condom. Kneeling on the mattress, he said, “I’m going to make love to you now. If it hurts, tell me. I’ll go very slow.”

  Her eyes closed, since she was unable to process so much sensory input, and dizzy from her uneven breathing, she waited.

  His first touch was soft. He parted her outer lips and pressed his thick member against her tight flesh. Out of instinct, she flinched and tightened. But with some coaxing from Jason, both with words and gentle caresses, she was able to relax. Slowly, he slipped inside, inch by inch. He stopped when she was completely full, giving her the opportunity to enjoy the wonderful, new sensation.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, sounding strained and breathless.

  “More than okay.”

  “I love you, Jenny. I want this to be the most memorable, special day of your life.”

  “Oh, believe me, it has been.”

  She swore it could get no better than that, Jason’s arms wrapped around her, nuzzling her neck, his breathing quick puffs in her ear. But then he started moving that part, inside her, slowly withdrawing it until only a tiny portion, the very tip, was still inside and then pushing deep again.

  “Oh…” she moaned as heat poured through her body, forming a thin coating of sweat over her stomach, back and chest. With each thrust the warmth increased a hundredfold, despite the cool draft chilling her damp skin, until she thrashed and cried out.

  Jason held her head in his cupped hands, making her feel cherished and secure. Wanting him deep inside when she climaxed, she tilted her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, taking every wonderful inch she could.

  As the first tingles of a once-in-a-lifetime climax spread up and out from her center, she heard him call out her name. Together, they rode the bliss of orgasm in each others’ arms. And when the intense explosions dimmed to little twitches, Jenny sighed, wrapped her legs around Jason’s hips and kissed his slick shoulder. Giddy, she rested her head on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly, and said, “Wow, when can we do that again?”

  He chuckled, the sound low and rumbly in her ear. “Give me a chance to recover and I’d be happy to oblige. But before we do any more bedroom gymnastics, my little kitten, we have a few things to talk about.”

  “Oh? Like what?”

  “For starters, what you think I should do with this.”

  “This?” Confused, she lifted her head to see what this he was referring to.

  Smiling, he held a small velvet box in his hand. “It seems on my most recent trip to Italy I stumbled upon this little trinket which is in need of a female finger, size six, for a home. You don’t happen to wear a size six, do you?” With his free hand, he twined his fingers with hers and seemed to be studying their size.

  “How’d you guess?”

  “Trained eye.” He handed her the box. “Are you going to open it? And before you ask, no, it isn’t the diamond and ruby ring I gave Monica. I’m not that much of a schmuck.”

  She chuckled. “I’d never call you a schmuck.” With a strategically placed thumb, she flipped the top open to reveal the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. Set in silver-toned metal was a huge square-cut clear stone. Little diamonds surrounded all four sides. “Wow,” she said, muttering the only word she could summon up at the moment. The whole evening, from the moment she’d stepped outside, had been one surprise after another. It was almost more shocking than the morning she woke up in Monica’s bedroom.

  “Do you like it? That’s a very rare diamond. And it’s set in platinum. It’s very old, one of a kind.”

  “It’s the most beautiful gift someone has ever given me. I don’t know what to say.”

  “How about yes?”

  “You haven’t asked me a question yet. What would I be saying yes to?” she teased, knowing full well what he was implying.

  “Let me do this properly then.” He slid from the bed and knelt beside it.

  “Are you praying?” Jenny teased, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side. She wrapped a sheet around herself as she wiggled herself into position on the edge of the bed. Her face was flaming hot as she anticipated the moment she hadn’t dared dream would ever happen.

  “Yes, I’m praying. For patience. I’m going to need a lot of it with you,” he teased back. Then with a smile, he plucked the ring from the box, took her hand in his and said, “Jenny Brown, would you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my wife?”

  “That depends,” she said, curling her finger so he couldn’t slip the ring on.

  “On what?” he asked.

  “On how you answer one question. Do you believe in wishes?”

  He grinned. “Not only do I believe in wishes, but miracles, fairy godmothers and little green men in spaceships. There can be no other explanation for how I found you. But now that I have you I won’t live another day without you.”

  “Excellent!” She uncurled her finger. “My answer is yes.” Her heart jumped in her chest as he pushed the ring up over her knuckle and tears burned her eyes. “Yes, Jason. I want to be your wife.” As he stood, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to h
im, pressing her entire body against his. Tears of joy ran freely down her cheeks. Wishes did come true. And there had to be fairy godmothers, but the little green men? Now that one was a bit of a stretch. They kissed, and touched, and explored, and played, and made love, over and over until dawn tinted the eastern sky a brilliant shade of pink.

  Content, exhausted, and excited, Jenny lay in her rumpled bed and stared out the window, Jason’s soft snore like the most beautiful music in her ear.

  It stopped and he asked, “What’re you thinking about?”

  “Monday.”

  “Work?”

  “No, the Monday night we get married. It has to be on a Monday, you understand.”

  “Of course.”

  “Just the two of us.”

  “You don’t want a big wedding?”

  “Nope. Just us, the officiate and the stars…oh, and who or whatever made our wishes come true. I have a feeling he or she is out of the office Tuesday through Sunday.”

  “Who? The officiate?”

  “Nope, my fairy godmother. She has a cushy job, one day a week. Wouldn’t you say?”

  “Yes, but I’d also say she’s darn good at what she does, even if she only works one day a week. Since you want a small wedding, tell me you aren’t going to make me wait a year, or even a month to be married.”

  “Heck no! Next Monday works for me. Plus, it’s a full moon. Can’t get any luckier than that.”

  “Sure I can, and I have. Because I have you now.” He gathered her into his arms and they made love again, and again and again, until daylight gave way to twilight and both of them finally succumbed their exhaustion.

  As she slipped into a shallow slumber, Jenny swore she heard the sound of a child’s voice outside on the terrace, “I haven’t had a day off in centuries, thank you very much. The work load for Monica alone is overwhelming. I’ll be happy to wrap up her case next. But at least now my caseload is lightened by two. You can make each others’ wishes come true from this point on.”

  That was exactly what they did.

  The End

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  An Excerpt From: RESCUE ME

  She usually does all the rescuing. But love has a way of changing everything.

  Hailey Jensen is in the rescue business--animal rescue--and more than willing to risk life and limb for fowl or fauna. Just when life couldn't get better, her world crumbles. Her identical twin has cancer, and her marine rescue is failing before it even gets started. Lacking coping skills, she takes refuge behind sarcasm and solitude.

  But, thanks to Dr. Rainer Hartmann, her sister's friend and a man who mistakes overbearing control for helping, she finds herself on the opposite end of the control stick. A wildly independent woman, Hailey fights with the determination of a bulldog as Rainer struggles to drag her out of despair...and into his arms.

  Copyright © SYDNEY ALLAN, 2011

  SAMPLE

  Some days were better spent in bed, safe from the whim of fate. Hailey Jensen had the feeling this was one of those days.

  "Why do these things happen to me?" She watched the emaciated dog creep out of sight around the corner of the battered building and threw her hands up in desperation.

  "What are we gonna do?" Amy whispered, her voice shaky.

  Hailey turned to watch the retreating group behind her. The backs of their shirts read, "CS Marine Rescue Society", and they ran toward the shore where a beached whale lay suffocating. She should be with them. She'd driven almost ten hours to gain experience with marine rescue.

  But she couldn't go. Her conscience wouldn't allow it, no matter how much the lost opportunity meant to her.

  "I don't know." Hailey turned back to the building and slicked her hair, sticky with sweat, from her face before gathering it into a ponytail. However, the action failed to calm the currents of confusion churning within. It didn't keep her hair under control, either. A wayward strand, glossy, black and irritating, hung across her face. The salty ocean wind lifted the hair then sent it whipping against her cheek.

  The dog yelped. Again.

  Marine rescue was her future, but rescuing the land-roving, four-legged variety was her present. The dog limping around a dilapidated warehouse was in desperate need of help. There wasn't anyone else. The marine rescue group was already attending to the suffering whale, and they'd need every member to return the animal to the water.

  After a few deep breaths, she nodded to her employee.

  Amy nodded back, but Hailey swore she saw disappointment in the young woman's mocha-colored eyes.

  "You can go with the whale group if you want," Hailey offered.

  "No. I'll stay with you."

  "I'm sorry. I know when you agreed to come, you expected--"

  "Shut up, and let's go get the dog." Amy grinned, the expression no doubt an attempt to soften her tone. "I drove over nine hours to see a rescue, and a rescue I expect to see. Whale, dog, what's the difference?"

  Hailey was beginning to like Amy more and more. She had spunk.

  Since Amy was new--been working at Hailey's shelter, Paws and Claws, for a week--they hadn't become well acquainted yet. At work Amy was serious and quiet. Reserved, but also focused, and an excellent behaviorist for someone so young and fresh out of college. Because hours traveling in a car had a way of dissolving polite reservation, Hailey had a better idea of the gem she'd found in Amy.

  After rummaging through her cluttered Ford Focus and finding a leash, Hailey motioned toward the warehouse. "Ready?"

  "The dog went inside--through that hole over there." Amy pointed at a split in the metal wall.

  Frustrated already, Hailey scrubbed her face with her palms. "Okay. Let's go get it."

  "What if someone's in there?"

  "We'll knock first to make sure. Besides, we won't go in. No sense getting shot or arrested for breaking and entering. If we can't lure the dog out, we'll call the police."

  The tension in Amy's face eased. When the tight line of her jaw softened, returning to its natural state, Hailey took that as her cue to head toward the door.

  She hated these kinds of rescues--they screamed of the unexpected. This one was not only out of her territory, which officially surrounded the small town of Sequoia Valley in northern California, but it also treaded upon the fine line between legal and illegal, given her lack of authority here.

  After all, she should probably notify local animal control, not play hero.

  But the dog's miserable appearance, its obviously emaciated state and near-death hobble, compelled her to act quickly. If the police showed up, surely they'd understand.

  Going to jail for trespassing was not on the agenda for today.

  Granted, neither was rescuing an emaciated dog.

  She glanced at her watch. Eight-thirty. She had two hours, maybe two and a half. That left plenty of time to return to her hotel room, shower and dress for her appointment. Two hours should be ample time to coax a starving dog from a warehouse.

  The rusted steel structure in question leaned to the left and was surrounded by rubble, its forbidding state heightening Hailey's worries. Any number of dangers lurked within those dented walls, the least of which might be the dog.

  Before she approached the building, she rummaged through the remains of breakfast for something to coax the animal from its supposed haven. The reward: a chunk of sausage. She slipped the morsel into her pocket, slid on some gloves and headed to the door, where Amy waited.

  Hailey motioned toward
the door. "Anyone answer?"

  Amy shook her head. "Nope, and I pounded like I meant it. What should we do?"

  Hailey walked to the building's corner. About twenty feet down she caught sight of a window. Fingers crossed, and hoping the view inside wouldn't be blocked, she scrambled over bags of trash, sodden cardboard, stacked pallets and tipped metal drums to the window. A few stray cats bound from the containers as she kicked them, making her even jumpier.

  With hands cupped around her eyes to block out the morning sun's glare, she peered inside.

  It was dark, but she spied lights. Small, reflective... "Oh my God!" she whispered. "Those aren't lights. They're eyes. Dozens of them."

  "What do you see?"

  Hailey motioned Amy to the window. "You have to see this."

  "What?" Amy struggled through, over, and around the obstacles between them. "What is it?"

  "Animals. Lots of them. Look!"

  Amy peered in.

  "See those shiny things--they look like lights, but they move. They're eyes."

  "Oh." Amy dropped her hands. "What do we do now? We can't get all the animals out by ourselves. Even if we could, what would we do with them?"

  "We have to call the authorities."

  "What about the dog?" Another round of yips and howls sounded from inside as though the dog knew what they were discussing.

  "We can't go inside. We have no idea what we're dealing with. Those eyes could belong to wild dogs."

  "In Los Angeles?" Amy's eyebrows raised behind her blond bangs.

  "Hey, you never know. I saw packs of wild dogs in Detroit."

  "Well, we have to do something. I'm going to try to get it out. I think the door's unlocked." Amy started toward the front.

  She didn't get far before Hailey caught her by the arm. "I can't stop you, since this isn't an official work trip, but I think you're making a mistake. Why don't we think about this for a minute? We can go back to the car and call the police. They'll be here in--"