Chapter Nine
“Now, look at the can,” Carver said.
Shooting was not as easy as she hoped it would be. It was proving to be a lot more difficult, and she stared down the barrel of the gun. It didn’t help that she was closing her eyes as the gun went off.
“Take aim, focus, and then when you’re ready, shoot.”
They had already taken care of the safety measures with the gun. Checking the safety, loading it, putting the safety back on, she had done all those things. She didn’t have a problem with any of them.
But, the aiming and the firing. She fired the gun and gritted her teeth. The aim was way off, the can still standing. She pursed her lips.
“You’ve glued the cans to the board,” she said.
Carver took the gun from her, aimed, and fired. It felt like there wasn’t even a second between him taking aim and firing, and the can was proven to not be glued in place.
“Now, you’re showing off.” She took the gun from him, and did as he instructed, aiming and firing. Again, she was off.
“This is not fair.” She growled in frustration. “How did you learn?”
“Practice.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I bet you came out of the womb being able to fight and shoot, and to be perfect.”
“I wouldn’t know. I was abandoned as a baby.”
“You were?”
“Yes.”
“How did you grow up?” she asked.
“Bounced from place to place. I was a troubled child, and then as I became a teenager, let’s just say my calling came to me.”
“Who you are now?” Morgan asked.
“Yes, a guy named O’Neil got me off the street. He was looking to use kids to help him with some of his business ventures. Pickpocket, theft, that kind of thing. With me, he saw I was different, so he started my training. He would use me in fights. Then, as I got older, I became a guard to him, but he thought I was stupid. I didn’t speak back then. There was no point, words were used against you, so I stayed quiet. He thought that made me dumb. It didn’t. He was killing the kids that wanted out of the life. He always said you could stick around, earn your keep, and when you were ready, you could leave.”
“He didn’t keep his word.”
“No. It took several dead bodies for me to realize something wasn’t right.”
“And once you did realize?”
“O’Neil regretted breaking his word, and I broke him. He was the first, and then it was just easier to get the jobs. I was all muscle, and I was trained. It has been the same ever since.”
Morgan glanced over at him. “Do you like the reputation you have?” she asked.
“You have asked this before, and my answer is the same. Yes.” He took a step toward her, then another. “Do you like being married to a man with my reputation?”
She smiled. “Yes, I do.”
Morgan giggled. “I’ve surprised you.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You’re lovely,” he said. “I could imagine you wanted a husband with a nine-to-five job, no danger. Certainly not having to do target practice.”
She shrugged. “Maybe if I was raised by a different family, but like I said, I’ve seen a lot of bad stuff already. I know how dangerous the world is, what people are capable of.” She shrugged. “Nine to five doesn’t … work. I like being married to you. I like being with you. Does that scare you?”
“No.”
“Well, if that doesn’t scare you, my bad shooting must,” she said. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to protect you.”
He laughed. “You only need to fire the weapon in the general direction as you’re getting away. None of this is going to change.”
“But what about everyone in the house? Andy told me you all know how to take care of each other. I don’t want to be the weak link, and there is no way I’d be able to live with myself if anything were to happen.”
“Will you stop panicking?” Carver said.
“You have home invasions. You have men and I don’t know about women, but they still try to come and hurt you. I’ve been here when it happens.”
“And I have protocols in place. Trust me.”
She sighed. “I do trust you, but I want to be able to help when the time comes.” She wanted to stamp her foot, but that would make her feel like a child. Instead, she pouted, which didn’t make her feel any better.
Carver took the gun from her and placed it down on the small table he’d put together. They were out deep in his garden. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. She sunk against him, loving when he held her. There was nothing better in her world. She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about how bad she was at shooting a gun. Her role at home had been to be quiet and stay out of the way. When her mother decided to pay attention to her, it was to try and make her pretty.
On the night they had taken her to see Carver, she’d been told to be good, to behave, and to smile at him. She’d been so out of it, she hadn’t even realized what was going on.
“I want to protect you,” she said.
Her parents had called him an ugly bastard, a scarred fuckup. They had insulted him in ways they never would say to his face. She hated them, and in that moment, she was more than glad they were all dead.
“It’s my job to protect you,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She spun around in his arms, wrapped hers around the back of his neck, and then she looked up at him and smiled.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She took possession of his lips, and Carver ran his hands down, going toward her ass. She felt the hard ridge of his cock.
Morgan didn’t care how cold it was outside. She needed him, and she let out a growl, to which he responded, and he suddenly bent forward and threw her over his shoulder.
“Carver, stop doing this. I can walk.”
“I know, but I know where I want you.” With that, he slammed into a small shed. He pressed her up against the wall and surprised her more by flicking on a light. It wasn’t a typical garden shed. There were no tools or spider webs. There were a couple of chairs, a table, and a few windows with curtains.
Carver spun her around, pressing her hands above her head, making her hold onto the wall. He lifted the skirt of her dress and tore at the tights she wore.
They still hadn’t changed her wardrobe. She rather liked wearing the dresses he picked out for her. The tights just helped keep her warm and cozy.
He pressed his hand between her thighs the moment the tights were out of the way. She cried out as he pressed two fingers inside her, and she was already wet for him. Closing her eyes, she felt him pump those digits in and out of her, at the same time he twisted so that his thumb stroked across her clit.
She whimpered his name, and Carver growled hers.
“I want you to come all over my cock.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper as he pulled it down. Then she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.
She no longer tensed up when he began to fill her. The pain was long gone, and as several inches were already inside her, she pressed back against him, and he suddenly grabbed her hips. He slammed the last few inches inside her, and she cried out. He was so hard, so deep.
“Touch your pussy, Morgan. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
She pressed her fingers to her clit, and as she started to stroke, Carver began to fuck her, pulling all the way out, then sliding back in.
Closing her eyes, she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to contain the moans. He was so big. He slammed inside her three times, and she cried out. Her orgasm was so close.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Come all over my cock. Let me feel it. Let me feel you.”
She worked her pussy, sliding her fingers back and forth, building up her orgasm, and she didn’t hold back.
Morgan came hard, and this felt different with his cock buried deep within her tight pussy.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it.”
Carver didn’t stay still.
She played with her pussy until she couldn’t take anymore, and then she stopped, but the pleasure from his sharp thrusts took over. He drove deep.
The pain and pleasure mingled together, and Morgan didn’t know which sensation was the strongest. It felt so good.
And then, she heard his growl, followed by his final thrust. She felt every pulse of his cock as he filled her, spilling his cum deep inside her pussy. Flooding her.
Neither of them moved for several seconds.
She knew she could gladly spend the rest of her life doing exactly this.