Chapter Five
Sixteen to three. It wasn’t the worst score in the world, but it also wasn’t the greatest. Morgan had lost count of how long they had been playing, but Andy kept raising that brow of his.
“How do you do that?” she asked.
“What?”
“Raise just one brow? That is insane. I mean, come on. I’ve tried.” She attempted to raise a single brow, to no avail. Both of her brows lifted together, and she let out a growl of frustration. “I give up.”
Andy chuckled. “Consider it years of practice.”
She wriggled her nose. “Yeah, you have all the practice, and I’ve got nothing.” She sighed. “Come on.”
“You want to get your ass kicked again?”
“Is there anything you’d rather be doing than kicking my ass?”
Andy considered it.
“Hey, I cannot be that bad. I have even seen you break out a smile once or twice.” She offered him a wink.
“That is true. You have made this game super interesting.”
She laughed. “See, you’re loving it.” And for her, it was a good distraction, because all she wanted to do was find Carver to make sure he was okay.
The puck came out, and she was thinking about Carver and what he’d been doing today, and what other people might try to do to him, and she got distracted.
“Seventeen-three,” Andy said.
“No, that one doesn’t count because I was too busy thinking.”
“That is no excuse.”
“It is totally an excuse and one I can use.”
Andy laughed. “How about next time I go easy on you?” he asked.
“Yes, well, you’re supposed to because I’m a girl.” She glared at him, to which he laughed.
“This is not supposed to entertain you. You’re meant to be … infuriated.”
“Trust me, I’m going easy on you.”
She sighed.
“Now, while we play, and I go even easier on you, why don’t you tell me what is on your mind?”
The puck slid right on past into her net, making it eighteen to three.
“You can talk and play, right?”
“Yes, I can.” She didn’t know for certain if she could, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. No one needed to know that she didn’t know how to play, or if this is what she was supposed to be doing. Was she supposed to be angry from losing all the time? Happy? Sad? None of it made any sense to her.
“Tell me, Morgan, what is on your mind?” he said.
“It’s nothing bad or complicated.”
“But it is distracting you.”
“I feel I need to be distracted.”
“And why is that?” he asked.
She lowered her guard puck. She didn’t know what it was called, and she looked at him. Andy did the same and the puck that was in play slowly came to a stop with no one pushing it up and down the surface.
“Seriously? Someone invaded your home. You live here as well, and they are … I don’t know what they are doing, but you don’t seem bothered by it. Why?”
“Carver takes care of it,” Andy said.
“And what if it happens and he’s not here? Or if someone gets the better of him?”
“We’re all trained to handle ourselves, and know what we need to do.”
Morgan opened and closed her mouth. “What about me? I’m not trained. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“That is because they’re trained to take care of you,” Carver said, stepping into the room.
Andy put his puck guard down. “Sir,” he said.
“I’ll take it from here.”
Andy nodded and turned toward her. “It has been a pleasure.”
“This isn’t over. I will beat you one day,” Morgan said.
Andy left with a chuckle, and she turned toward Carver.
“I’ll be taken care of?” she asked.
Carver nodded and stepped up toward the game. He lifted up Andy’s guard. “Would you care to play?”
“I want to, but…”
“But, what?”
“I want to be able to take care of you and take care of myself,” she said.
“I have everything in place.”
“But what if on that odd chance, nothing goes the way you expect it to? What then?” she asked, feeling her anger start to rise. “How can you be so calm when people are attempting to kill you? They invade your house.”
“They didn’t get near my house. I was alerted as soon as they invaded the perimeter. I have safeguards in place. I’m not a moron.”
“I didn’t call you a moron, but what if it goes badly?” she asked, running fingers through her hair.
“I have lived in this house for over a decade, and I’ve never been a well-liked man. My name has instilled fear longer than I have been on this property. I can assure you, this is only the twentieth time someone has tried to get onto my property to hurt me,” Carver said.
“Twentieth? You make it sound like that is a good number,” she said.
“Trust me, it is.”
“Why don’t you hide away? Have a secret location?”
“So people can sneak around? So I will always be looking over my shoulder?”
“But that’s not what will happen,” she said. “The point of a secret location is that no one knows and you are safe to be there. No one will find you.”
Carver began to laugh, and she found the sound a little irritating.
“This isn’t funny,” she said, not in the least entertained.
“I know it isn’t funny, and I don’t mean to laugh. When you have many enemies, Morgan, it doesn’t matter where you are, people will try to find you. This way, I dare them, and it also scares them.”
“How does this scare them?” she asked.
Carver put down his puck and stepped toward her. She turned to him, and now her ass grazed the edge of the air hockey table. She was so focused on him.
“Because, what kind of crazy bastard must I be, that I allow everyone to know where I live? That I refuse to hide, and if they want to, they can come right up to my front door.”
She frowned. “Now that you say it like that, it does sound kind of crazy.”
“There is nothing kind of crazy about it. If you want, I will give you lessons in firing a gun. I don’t want you to focus on standing and fighting. I want you to focus on running and shooting. No one is going to hurt you, Morgan, but if you are worried, I’ll make sure you can take care of yourself,” he said.
Now she felt bad.
“It’s not—”
She stopped as he placed a hand at her waist. At first, she didn’t know what to do or say. His touch felt so good.
She lifted her gaze and stared into his dark blue eyes. They were both blue-eyed people, only his were slightly darker than hers. She couldn’t look away.
“Tell me you want me to stop,” he said.
She looked at him. Did she want him to stop? Or to continue? She loved the feel of his hand at her waist.
Pressing her lips together, she waited and couldn’t help but stare at his mouth. Was he going to kiss her? Had he spent any time today thinking about their kiss? Did he even care for their kiss? She nibbled her lip, and he groaned. With his other hand, he cupped her cheek and then using his thumb, he pulled on her chin.
“Don’t bite that lip,” he said.
“Sorry.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
She shook her head and didn’t know if it made her sound immature to not even know what she did to him. In answer, he thrust his pelvis against her, and then she felt the hard ridge of his cock and knew exactly what she was doing to him. She couldn’t help but gasp.
“You drive me crazy, baby,” he said. He sunk one of his hands into the back of her head, and then gripped her neck, tilting her head back.
Putting her hands on his chest, he slammed his lips down on hers, and Morgan struggled to even think. She whimpered his name, hungry for him, and suddenly she was lifted and placed on top of the air hockey table. She let out a gasp as he pressed his lips to her neck and then began to move back toward her lips. This time, he traced her lips before sliding his tongue between her mouth. She didn’t fight him. It felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop.
He broke the kiss again, and his lips trailed back toward her neck, and then he sucked on the flesh right above her pulse. She closed her eyes, feeling her body light up. There was a pulse between her thighs, and she was so aroused. She wanted to feel his hand against her.
Put it there.
Morgan didn’t know what she was doing, but she had seen something like this in movies, and rather than fight the impulse, she went with it. Gripping his hand, she pressed his palm between her thighs. The fabric of the dress was in the way, and so too were her panties, but her intention was there.
Carver didn’t say a word. Neither did she.
He stopped kissing her to stare into her eyes, and then he moved her dress out of the way as he slid his hand toward her knee. This time, he moved up, going toward the inside of her thigh and traveling up. When he touched her pussy, she gasped. Her panties were still in the way. She should have known Carver would take care of them quickly. He tore them right off her body, and she let out a little yelp as he did, but now his naked palm was against her pussy, and she didn’t want him to stop.
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Carver refused to be jealous of Andy spending time with his wife, especially as he’d been the one to tell the other man to do exactly that, and he was only following orders. His orders.
Now, though, alone with Morgan, touching her naked pussy, he was pleased he intervened when he did.
He’d been tempted to allow her to keep playing until she got too tired. He’d not wanted to waste another moment, and he had every intention of playing with her. She had no reason to worry.
The men and women who worked at his home were trained. They all could handle themselves. They were here because they chose to be here. None of them wanted to go back out into the world; they were more than happy to live in his home, working for him. They all had their own lives, and they had proven themselves more than once.
“Please,” she said.
He knew Morgan didn’t even know what she was begging for. But he knew what he was going to give her, and it wasn’t going to be in the damn game room. Removing his hand, he didn’t give her the chance to protest as he lifted her over his shoulder.
“Carver, what are you doing? I can walk.”
He wasn’t going to allow her to walk. Hiking her up on his shoulder, he loved that little squeal that escaped her as he carried her out of the game room, down the long corridor, toward the stairs. He wasn’t going to her bedroom but instead taking her to his room.
He kicked the door open and then lowered her to her feet. She let out a gasp, and she glared at him, but that soon disappeared as she glanced around. Her curiosity took over from her annoyance at being carried upstairs.
He adored her irritation and even her annoyance. They were beautiful to watch.
“I can … walk,” she said.
“I know, but I wanted to get up here quickly and didn’t want to argue about what room we’re in.”
“Are you used to getting your own way?”
“All the time,” he said.
She nodded her head. “I can see that.”
He chuckled. “Unless you want to go to your room, and we’ll stop this tonight?”
She shot him a glare, and she shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine.” She pressed her lips together.
“Good, take the dress off,” he said, and stepped away from her.
“What?”
“The dress, I want it off. I’ve already taken care of the panties. Now, I want the dress completely off.”
She glanced down at her body, frowned for a second, and then nodded. “Off, you want it off, right? Of course.”
She gripped the edge of the dress, and Carver watched her wriggle her way out of it. When she threw the dress to the floor, she still wore a bra, and rather than ask her to remove it, he simply reached out and opened the catch. Once it was opened, he peeled it off her body, purposefully touching her as he did so. Stroking the backs of his fingers down her shoulders and arms before allowing the bra to fall to the floor.
Now, his virginal wife stood before him. Her hands clasped in front of her stomach, her head bowed. Carver reached out to her, gripping her chin, and tilting her head back to look at him. He stared into her eyes.
“Don’t ever look down when you’re with me. You don’t need to submit to me.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Then I will teach you,” he said.
Her eyes went a little wide, but then she nodded her head. He walked around her, looking at her body. She was so freaking sexy.
He’d already known he loved the feel of her ass in his hands, and he loved the rounded shape of it. There was no way he was going to be able to resist touching her, and as he cupped that delectable rump, he felt a tightening in his dick. Tracing a single finger up her body, he moved toward her hip, and then walking around, he stared into her eyes.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes and no,” she said.
He waited.
“You want me to keep talking?”
He nodded his head.
“I’m nervous because I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t want to mess this up. No, I’m not nervous, because I want to be here.” She frowned. “That made no sense to me.”
And Carver put her out of her misery by taking possession of her lips, kissing her hard. He heard her soft, subtle gasp that left her lips, then moments later it turned to a moan, which he swallowed down.
Moving her toward the bed, he dropped her down but didn’t stop kissing her. With his lips still on hers, he moved her toward the head of the bed, and only when she was settled did he break the kiss. Trailing his lips down her neck, he went to that special pulse at the side of her neck and brushed his tongue against her flesh, then he slid down her chest. She whimpered his name.
“Trust me,” he said.
“I do.”
The moment he was at her breasts, he took a second to decide which one to suck. Both of her tits were so delectable. He wanted to take both. He pressed them together and licked from one to the other. He took each nipple into his mouth, and then nibbled on the tender nub before moving to the next nipple.
Then, he couldn’t wait any longer, and his patience was growing thin, because he wanted to taste her. He wanted her screaming his name.
Kissing down her body, he settled between her spread thighs. He slid his hands beneath the curves of her ass as he finally got to her pretty, perfect pussy. He didn’t need to spread the lips of her sex. They were slightly parted. He didn’t mind the fine hairs of her pussy that coated the lips. He was after a woman. The scent of her was driving him crazy, and she made his mouth water.
Carver couldn’t hold back, so he moved his tongue against her clit and heard her first gasp. He held her ass tightly, stopping her from being able to move as he worked her clit, sliding his tongue back and forth, then going down toward her entrance, moving back up. The temptation to plunge his tongue deep inside her pussy was strong, but he held himself back.
When he finally took her virginity, it was going to be with his dick, not his tongue. Focusing on her clit, he circled, teased, and played, drawing her higher and higher toward that peak. He kept her balanced right at that edge, and he didn’t push her over until he was ready. The moment he did, he felt the change within her. She screamed his name as he sent her over the edge, giving her an orgasm he could only assume was her first. He knew this was not going to be the last.
Morgan didn’t hold anything back. She gave and took, and watching her release was one of the best things he’d ever experienced.