Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  I grinned widely. “It was the best flight I’ve ever had. I could barely feel the wheels touch the ground.”

  He grinned widely. “Thank you, sir.”

  Shannen looped her arm through mine. “I made sure he was comfortable,” she advised with a pleasant smile.

  Chapter Nine

  Shannen had arranged it so that we would arrive home a little after her housekeeper had left. When we entered the house, Charlie greeted us as if he hadn’t seen a soul in days. You know how they are. You can be gone to the grocery store for twenty minutes, and when you get back home, they act as if you have been gone on a two-week vacation. He jumped up and down, spun around in circles, and surprisingly enough, he didn’t bark at me like he did the first few times I came home with Shannen.

  “You had better go give him a treat because he won’t settle down until you do.”

  I sat my luggage down in the hallway leading toward the master bedroom and headed for the kitchen with Charlie jumping and prancing along with me. The moment I gave him the tasty little morsel, he calmed down and was perfectly content.

  I chuckled at the sudden change in his disposition. “Well, at least, I’ve done something useful with my life. If nothing else, I’ve made a few dogs happy.”

  She looked at me with what appeared to be concern in her eyes. She went to the wine cooler, took out a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, and opened it.

  “What’s that wonderful smell?” I asked.

  She looked at the note on the counter. “It’s chicken and vegetables baking in a Dutch oven, but it won’t be ready for about an hour. Henrietta just put it in fifteen minutes ago.”

  I grinned. “Hm, it smells good. Are you trying to spoil me?”

  She smiled and reached out for my hand. “No, but I am trying to get you to stay. Come. Let’s go outside and enjoy the evening. We need to talk.”

  I was curious and somewhat concerned as to what she might want to talk about. She was brilliant, independent, and sexy as hell. But she was complicated to the point that I never knew what to expect from her. What I did know was that there was a very loving, tender side of her that had been exposed, and her tough-as-nails, hard-hitting attorney persona was fading away.

  We sat down at the patio table just outside the kitchen. She filled the glasses and handed me one. “Here’s to your health and your love life, my handsome man.”

  “And to yours, beautiful,” I said as I leaned forward and softly kissed her sweet lips. It was the kind of long, lingering kiss in which your lips clung together for a moment not wanting to let go. “Okay, what did you want to talk about?”

  She grinned and took a small sip of wine. “I want to talk about us.”

  I nodded.

  “I know that our relationship has been ninety-five percent sex, so far, but I know that there is something deeper happening between us. You wouldn’t be leaving your business for a while if there weren’t.”

  I nodded and sipped my wine.

  “You mentioned, a few minutes ago, something to the effect that, if nothing else, you’ve made a few dogs happy. When I heard that, it made me sad.”

  I looked at her questioningly, trying to figure out what she was getting at. “Why would that make you sad?

  “I don’t know; perhaps, it’s just me. But I thought that I picked up an undertone in your voice that you were somehow comparing yourself to me, and the thought of you doing that made me nauseous because it’s not fair.”

  I didn’t say anything because she was right. How could she have been so perceptive, I wondered. I just sat there staring at my wine glass as I spun the stem back and forth between my thumb and first two fingers.

  She took a deep breath. “I was right. I knew it. Listen,” she said. I looked up and saw tears pooled in her lower lids. “I respect you more than you can imagine. You started your company with your own hands and built it up to be the largest, privately-owned dog food company in the country.”

  She dabbed at her tears as I tried to swallow, feeling sorry for her. “My family money is lucky money. It comes from generations of a poor Indian family barely making a living on some of the poorest land in Oklahoma. It was land that no one else wanted. No one wanted it until oil was discovered, and my parents were smart enough not to trade the oil rights for a few blankets and a sack of beans,” she said with a whimper.

  I reached out and took her hand in mine. “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t know. I think that I was just being a little melancholy when I realized how much Charlie liked our T R E A T S,” I said, being careful not to say the word. “When I started the business, I wasn’t trying to save the world. I was just trying to feed my family.”

  “Alex, I know I’m lucky. I’ve always known that I was a member of the lucky sperm club. You did it all on your own. You started with nothing and became wealthy. What you did would have scared the crap out of me, and I couldn’t be more proud of you for it. Hell, all I have ever done was to graduate from law school and collect oil royalties. How much talent does that take?”

  I shook my head and laughed. “I think that you’re understating your accomplishments just a tad. I’ve read your bio and know what they are.”

  “Well, you know what I mean. Without oil, I would probably be some scruffy, little Indian girl living on our ancestral land, trying to keep a few head of cattle alive on poor land.”

  I caught a hint of embarrassment in her voice. “Shannen, don’t feel bad about how your family got their money. I think that may have been God’s way of shining down on people who have been cheated and mistreated for generations.”

  She cleared her throat. “I know. I go between feeling lucky and feeling guilty.”

  I looked at her in amazement. “I have so many questions to ask you about how you run a company so large and still have so much free time to yourself, but that can wait for another day. Listen, I know that your company gives a lot to charity. Who handles that for you?”

  “I have one woman that takes care of our charitable interests.”

  “Are you involved in what she is doing?”

  She shrugged and nodded her head. “Yes, I receive a list of who we are giving money to each year and approve it.”

  “I tried to find out how much you give, but since you are a private corporation, it is not public knowledge.”

  “That’s easy. It’s somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty to one hundred million a year depending on our tax situation.”

  I damned near spit my wine out and began laughing. “That’s a pretty good neighborhood,” I teased. I took another sip of wine and swallowed slowly.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “You know, about five years ago, I became somewhat depressed and withdrawn, and I couldn’t figure out why. I had all of the money I could possibly spend. However, I still wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel happy. Well, perhaps, not all of the money I could spend because I didn’t have a G-5.”

  She gently slapped my hand; the one that was holding hers. “Would you please stop?”

  I grinned widely. “It’s okay, baby. I do have a Seneca 5, so I don’t feel so bad.”

  She pulled back and looked at me inquisitively. “What’s a Seneca?” she asked as she poured us more wine.

  I grinned with a slight chuckle. “I’m embarrassed to say.”

  “Why? What is it?”

  I took a deep breath, thinking about the differences between a Seneca 5 and a Gulfstream 5. At least, they sounded kind of like the same thing, I mused. “It’s an airplane.”

  She lit up immediately, which was exactly what I didn’t want her to do. “You have an airplane, a Seneca? What is it?”

  I laughed. “It’s a Piper Seneca 5. It’s a relatively small plane that can hold up to six, very friendly people without much luggage. I don’t think that you would call it much of a plane compared to a G-5.”

  She slapped my hand again. “Would you stop it?” she exclaimed loudly, furrowing her brow. “How experienced are your pilots?”

  I
laughed and shook my head. “I only have one pilot: me.”

  “What?” she shouted. “You’re a pilot, and you fly your own plane? Why didn’t you fly it to Seattle instead of taking a commercial flight?”

  “Yes, I’m a pilot. It’s a small plane, Shannen, and its range is only about six hundred miles, not three thousand. I would have to stop for fuel five or six times,” I chuckled.

  “What do you use it for?”

  I smiled at her for a moment before answering. “Mostly, I use it for fun. I love to fly, but I do use it to travel to business meetings, if they are not too far away.”

  She jumped up, came around to my side of the table, and sat on my lap. “I’m so impressed. I’m a little shocked, but I’m terribly impressed.”

  She was quiet for a moment, adrift in her own thoughts.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked.

  She smiled and kissed me affectionately. “I was just thinking about you and what an interesting person you are. I’ve never known anyone that was a pilot, besides a pilot,” she laughed. “You know what I mean.”

  I laughed with her. “Yes, I know what you mean.”

  “You’ve just helped me prove my point. Your accomplishments are yours, yours alone, and you have done it without anyone’s help. You’re a Renaissance man, Alex. If you want something, you just go out and do it.”

  She was reflective for a moment and then began laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  She shrugged her shoulders and stood, pulling me up with her. She laced her fingers around my waist and leaned back, pushing her hips against mine. “I was just thinking about the first time you saw me at the bar. I could tell by the look on your face that you wanted to fuck me. I could feel the want and the heat in your eyes. You saw something you wanted, and you did everything you could do to get it. You fucked me three days later, and I hadn’t been fucked for eighteen months,” she said lustfully, grinding her pelvis against mine.

  I groaned and rocked my hips up to meet hers.

  “God, Alex, it turns me on just thinking about it,” she cooed as she rubbed her mound into my growing phallus. “I might have fucked you that night if I hadn’t been with Clayton.”

  I held her tightly and pressed my lips to hers. “You can turn me on like no other woman I’ve ever met,” I whispered into her mouth.

  “I don’t think that there is anything you couldn’t do once you’ve put your mind to it,” she said reaching down to adjust me, so I pressed against what she wanted.

  We were deep into our passion when the timer went off in the kitchen announcing that the baked chicken was probably ready.

  “Bummer,” she groaned. “To be continued.”

  “Definitely.”

  ******

  It was dark by the time we finished dinner and had the kitchen cleaned up. It was a warm, balmy evening where the temperature was still around seventy-five with only a slight breeze coming off the ocean. “It’s so nice out. How would you like to take a walk down to the beach?” I asked.

  “That sounds nice. Let me get my sandals.”

  We stopped by the pool on the way down to the beach and kissed. We kissed for quite a long time, and the more we kissed, the more aroused we became. “Uh-hm, I love the way you kiss me,” she whispered in submission, leaning her body into mine.

  I kissed the side of her neck. “Do you recall saying something on the plane about having sex in public if we were careful?”

  She stiffened a little. “Yes,” she answered cautiously.

  “Did you mean it?”

  She didn’t answer right away. She looked up into my eyes with a flirtatious smile. “Is that what you want to do, have sex with me in public?

  “No, not necessarily,” I replied.

  She grinned. “Not necessarily sounds more like yes to me.”

  “I know, but I thought that it might be fun to leave our clothing here by the pool and walk down to the water naked.”

  She smiled and walked over to a remote light switch setting on the table and turned off the pool and yard lights. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said in a husky, sultry voice as she removed her clothing.

  I had my clothing off before she did. “How do you feel?”

  “I feel very naked and uh … exposed but strangely excited and a little naughty.”

  I grinned. “Come on. Let’s go for that walk.” We slowly and cautiously walked down to the water’s edge. She took her sandals off, and we walked in ankle-deep water along the shoreline.

  “Where does your property end?”

  “About another four or five hundred feet where the beach takes a bend to the right and heads back toward the east.”

  “We need to stay on your property.”

  “It ends just beyond that outcropping of large boulders up there.”

  I stopped and kissed her passionately, and she responded eagerly, pressing her mound into my erect cock. “How do you like it?”

  She looked at me lustfully and pushed back against my phallus with a slight moan. “I love it.”

  I chuckled. “No, I meant how do you like being naked?”

  “I like that too. I like it a lot. I’m surprised, but it feels incredibly sexy.”

  We walked up to the boulders that jutted out into the water, making it impossible to go any further. It also made it impossible for anyone to surprise us from the other direction.

  The boulders were round and smooth from centuries of being pounded by the wind and the surf. We leaned our backsides up against them. “Oh, does this ever feel good. They are still warm from the sun. I never knew that before, but then, I’ve never been naked out here before,” she giggled.

  I turned toward her and pressed my body into hers. She flattened back against the large, warm rock and folded into its gentle contour. “Oh, this feels good, baby,” she moaned as our lips came together. “I think I would let you fuck me anywhere, if you promised to take care of me,” she whimpered breathlessly.

  “I would never let anything happen to you,” I whispered against her lips.

  “Uh,” she gasped as she raised her left leg and placed my cock at her entrance. “Then fuck me. Fuck me right here,” she pleaded as she arched her pelvis up, pressing her slippery opening against the tip of my cock.

  I eased into her effortlessly because she was so wet and ready, and she was so wonderfully warm inside. She gasped again. “Oh, God, I’m coming already. I’m coming, baby,” she squealed, thrusting her hips aggressively into mine as her orgasm detonated from deep within her womb. I was ready to come just thinking about sliding it inside her, so when she cried out, I erupted into her sweet, warm body, flooding her sex with my cum.

  She whimpered and quivered stiffly several more times as rigid aftershocks jolted her small frame.

  She cooed as her sharp contractions calmed into gentle thrusts. She lowered her leg back to the sand, capturing my shaft deep inside her. Our bodies were joined with the root of my cock shoved up snugly against the underside of her pubic bone.

  “Oh, baby,” she whimpered as she ground her clit against my pubic bone, clenching her muscles tightly around my girth. “Don’t move,” she pleaded, pressing into me.

  “Your pussy feels wonderful.”

  “Don’t move,” she said again, her body jerking slightly each time she passed her clit over my pubis. “Oh, baby, don’t … don’t move,” she cried out in a long, mournful plea as her orgasm exploded over my cock, clenching repeatedly as I tried not to soften while she needed me. She held her breath and stiffened several times until her orgasm had passed. She took a deep intake of air with a monumental gasp. “Oh, God, Alex, that’s the best fuck I’ve ever had,” she said as her knees gave way, forcing my shaft tighter against her and deeper inside. A shiver went through her body. “Wow,” she whispered.

  I held her firmly while she gathered her strength. After a few minutes of breathing deeply, her heart slowed to half of what it had been. “Are you
okay?”

  She giggled. “Am I okay? No, I’m not okay. I want you to bring me out here every night at this time, plant my ass on this rock and fuck me. Fuck me just like you did a few minutes ago,” she giggled.

  “It was that good?”

  She sighed finally having enough breath to kiss me. “It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, ever, ever, ever.”

  I smiled. “Was it better than it was on the plane this morning?”

  She quivered. “Oh, God, yes; it was far better. It was like a full-body orgasm. Every nerve ending was on fire just before I climaxed, and it was like lighting a fuse that lead to every cell in my body.”

  “I came the second you did, and it was wonderful. I love watching you have an orgasm. I love hearing you have an orgasm, and I love being inside you when you orgasm.”

  We remained coupled while we hugged and kissed for quite a long time until I eventually softened, and she coughed, forcing me to slide out of her.

  She giggled. “I guess he’s done for a while.”

  “I guess so,” I admitted. I took her hand, and we began walking back toward her house. We were still on the beach but were about to turn onto the path toward her house when she stopped. “It’s strange, but I like being naked out here. Outside, I mean.”

  I grinned and started walking again.

  She paused again. “Where else can we do this?”

  I stopped and looked down at her, wondering exactly what it was she was asking me. “Do you mean where else can we do this outside? Do you actually want to do it again outside?”

  She nodded bashfully. “I know it’s crazy, stupid, irrational, and irresponsible, and we could get into a lot of trouble if we ever got caught.” She paused for a second. “But it was incredible, over-the-top, fucking incredible,” she laughed.

  I laughed with her. “I’m sure that there are a lot of places where we could have sex outside. Places where we could be alone and not be discovered. I’ve never had sex in public. It’s too dangerous, and it would destroy our reputations if we were to get caught.”

  She embraced me and kissed me passionately. “I’ll leave that up to you. As long as you think that we’re safe, I’m ready. I’ll have sex with you anywhere you want. God, I’m getting hot right now just thinking about it.”