I throw him to the side as his skull bangs against the wall, emitting an unpleasant dreadful sound and his body slides down to the floor. He starts convulsing. Foam tinted with blood and vomit pours out of his mouth. Then he stops moving. A gloomy silence layers the kitchen like a black veil used to wrap around the corpses like olden times.
I turn my face towards Carrie. She pulls her knees to her chest, her body shaking like we’re inside a glacier, her face tinged with a greyish pallor.
“I’m sorry that I killed your husband, Carrie.”
Carrie looks at me with wide eyes like I’m a piece of glass.
“Go upstairs, Carrie.”
She crawls across the kitchen then rises to her feet from all fours and pulls forward clumsily like her legs have turned into two pieces of sponge.
I take out my phone and call Axel.
“How is your date, you prince charming?” Axel asks.
“I have just killed Carrie’s husband.”
There is a moment of electrified silence and Axel huffs.
“Awesome,” Axel says. “I heard he’d hit her. Do you need a helpful hand?”
“Yeah, I need help. The dead thug is in Blaze’s kitchen.”
Axel whistles. “The kids?”
“Only Carrie and me. The rest is in the zoo.”
“Good. Any car nearby?”
“Bring mine.”
“Okay, I’ll be at Blaze’s in ten minutes.”
I kick Carrie’s husband but he’s very dead so I sit on the floor and wait for Axel. He comes after twelve minutes.
“What a piece of shit,” Axel says, slapping me on the back. A shovel swings in his hand. “Where is Carrie?”
“Upstairs.”
“I’ll have a word with her and we’ll get rid of that trash.” He backs up.
Numbness spreads in my head as I wait for him. His raised voice drifts to my ears, but I can’t discern the words.
As he returns to the kitchen, we grab the corpse by legs and arms and carry it to my car to throw it into the boot.
I return to the house, wipe the kitchen floor with a dampened cloth and then we drive outside of the town to bury Carrie’s husband.
As we park the car and get out, Axel looks around and points his finger to a square piece of sand and stones.
“Looks good,” I say.
Our shovels swing in our hands then dig into the ground at a fast pace.
“Carrie will be quiet,” Axel says, wiping the sweat trickling down his temple with his forearm. “She’s not stupid.”
“She will hate me.”
“You don’t know that yet.”
“She won’t allow me to play with her sons.”
“You don’t know that yet.”
“I love her, Axel. And I love her boys. I want to take care of them, but now it’s all lost. I should go to prison, ya know.”
Axel slaps me on the back. “Everything will be fine.”
We work in silence interrupted by the sound of the shovels. As the grave is deep enough, we kick the body into it. The man’s eyes are wide open.
“There is going to be one less trash in the world,” Axel says and grins.
I start filling the grave with the soil. Sweat trickles down my back and salt invades my eyes. I remove my shirt and toss it into the grave.
“We are not good people,” I say.
“We are not perfect, that’s all.” Axel leans against his shovel. “He could have killed Carrie. You did the right thing.”
Axel is older than me so he knows better.
“How is Zane?” I ask.
“Better and better. My sister-in-law is like a fucking medicine for him.”
We are filling the grave with another layer.
“How is Sive?” I ask.
“Sleepy.” Axel pats the mound with his shovel. “Done.”
“Done,” I repeat like an echo.
“Have a drink and go to bed.”
I salute him.
We part by his house and I drive to my house, clean the boot of my car and open a bottle of vodka late in the evening.
I go to the basement and drink straight from the bottle, talking to my mice.
Chapter Four
Gunner
I am working, sleeping and waiting for the cops to come for me but that doesn’t happen. Axel suggested that I could take a leave, but I prefer to work.
It’s been three weeks since I killed Carrie’s husband. I haven’t seen her boys and her yet.
It’s late in the evening. I just visited Dash and cried by his grave.
The boys have their beloved women, and I’m lonely. Nobody needs me. The woman who’s the love of my life will despise me until her death. I miss her boys so much that it hurts, but I will never see them again.
I take a shower, slip into my pyjama pants and tidy up the kitchen. I like my house to be clean and smell of detergents. After ten minutes, the kitchen shines like the snow touched by the sun’s rays. I drop into the chair and rub my palm against my naked chest. My head drops as my soul baths in sadness.
A light knocking on the door diverts my attention. I rise to my feet to open it. My eyes fix on the person at the doorstep. My heart stops beating. It’s Carrie. She wears a flowery dress and has make-up on.
“Hi,” she says as her voice falters.
She must have a date or something. I suspect she’s come to tell me not to bother her anymore.
“Hi,” I say as my heart hammers against my chest, causing me pain.
“Are you going to invite me in?”
I back up. “Come in, Carrie.”
She steps inside the house and passes me. Her scent settles in my nostrils. She smells of vanilla and roses, delicately like a sweet temptation.
“To the right,” I say and we enter the kitchen.
I should have led her to the living room but I like my kitchen. It’s full of light and nicely furnished.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” I ask.
My hands start to sweat. My throat feels like a few nooses of a thick rope are strangling it. My cock grows hard and I hide behind the chair so Carrie won’t notice the tent in my pants.
“No, thank you.” Carrie looks around. “I like your 50s furniture. It’s very stylish.” She glances at me. “Sit down, Gunner.”
I drop into the chair, my knees splayed, elbows on my thighs. “I’m sorry, Carrie.”
“Don’t be,” she says quietly.
She stands in front of me and glides her palm over my head. Her touch is delicate like a spring breeze has kissed me.
Carrie leans forward and kisses my forehead. I freeze at the sensation of her moist full lips against my skin. The back of her hand moves down my chest and her fingers slide under my pyjama pants.
My cock hardens further. I suck in a breath. Heat rushes to my feet.
Carrie’s fingers close around my cock and our glances meet. Her face sharpens as though she’s scared.
“Carrie,” I say in a hoarse voice.
“Don’t say anything.”
She brushes my lips with hers as an electric current spreads down my back then she lowers to her knees and squeezes her form between my legs, exposing my hard cock. Her eyes widen and her seductive lips part.
My muscles become taut. I’m on the brink. I could cum just watching Carrie like this.
She lowers her head and kisses the tip of my cock then her tongue swirls around the head. My fingers dig into the chair.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Fuck.”
Carrie chuckles and draws my cock into her hot mouth. I stop thinking. A wave of pleasant heat fills my body like everything inside me has turned into liquid metal. I breathe heavily. Hair stands up on my back.
Carrie sucks my cock slowly, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her hand strokes the base and she squeezes my balls. The heat and wetness of her mouth strip me of control. I close my eyes as my whole being rises towards the stars then shatters.
There is a thick c
loud in my head. I’m deaf and blind. Then the sensation of something warm and soft curling into my chest tears its way to my foggy mind. A warm mouth plants wet kisses on my neck. Teeth scratch my skin. A hand strokes my cock, slowly and gently at first then faster, harder. My dick awakes again.
I open my eyes and gaze at Carrie. She’s straddling my lap.
“I’m sorry, Carrie.”
“Don’t say anything.”
Carrie
His cock is massive. I’ve never seen such a monster. Gunner is embarrassed by himself but it’s so sweet that I want to hug him for eternity.
Maria and I talked a lot. I know how things are here.
I know that Gunner loves me. He said that to Axel and Axel said that to me. That’s why I’m here. I want to show Gunner that I love him too.
I love everything about him—his gentleness, his body, his need to keep me safe. He will kill everybody if they dare threaten my boys and me. But he will never hurt me in any way.
I needed time to make peace with my husband’s death. I’ve never witnessed anyone’s death before.
But I realised that I was relieved. My husband didn’t deserve to live. He was a threat to me and my boys, to every woman, to every child.
Maria said the prisons were overcrowded and such men as my husband didn’t change. I think she was right.
I pull my dress over my head and toss it onto the tiled floor. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I remove my bra and add it on top of the dress. My naked breasts are exposed and I’m ashamed of them.
Gunner looks into my eyes then raises his hand and circles my nipple with his forefinger. It hardens at his touch. My pussy clenches with need. My panties are drenched.
“I have two children,” I say. “My body—“
“You are very pretty.”
It sounds so honest that tears prick my eyes.
“I want to fuck you, Carrie.”
“I want that too, Gunner.”
“I want to fuck you hard.”
I bend my neck forward and press my lips against his. “I want that too.”
Gunner rises from the chair, wrapping his arms around me and engulfing me with the power of his muscles as the scent of shower gel mixes with his light sweat. I feel like I’m in a warm solid shelter. Like my problems are non-existent. Like the world is a tiny bubble filled by him and me.
He carries me upstairs and I kiss him.
He can’t kiss for shit but that doesn’t matter. He’s the best kisser of the world to me. An amazing kisser because his kisses infuse my lips with goodness and trust. I caress his lower lip with my tongue, scratch it gently with my teeth then kiss him deeper. Our tongues wiggle against one another. His tongue is as enormous as the rest of his body.
We enter a bedroom furnished in an oriental style. Red curtains obscure two sash windows as the gold and green decorations on the walls give a sensual aura to the interior.
My heart batters in my chest as Gunner lays me gently on his metal framed bed. He removes my panties then strips and crawls on top of me, holding his weight up on his elbows. His hard cock throbs against my tummy, thick and long. Warm against my skin.
My body shivers in anticipation.
I haven’t been with a man for a while. Not to mention that I’m not very experienced in sex.
“You smell like roses, Carrie.”
He smells of mandarins and the rainforest. His light sweat teases my nostrils and invades my mind like a dangerous intoxication. The heat of his body muffles me like a soft comforter.
My legs fold and I spread them wide for him.
“I’m not good in bed, Carrie,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone, but his face tenses. Sadness pervades his gaze as his trembling hand strokes my hair. “You’re so beautiful to me. So perfect.”
His simple honesty makes me respect him even more. Makes me aroused even more.
I throw my arms around his neck and bring his lips down to mine. My ankles cross on his back.
“Fuck me, Gunner. Fuck me hard.”
He nods at me. His eyes are burning with lust but it’s not the lust I tend to see in other men’s impure glances. His desire will consume me entirely, touch the deepest parts of my soul and change me forever.
Gunner slips his hand between my thighs, spreading my folds. He inserts a finger into my pussy and growls from his throat. My breathing accelerates as fever surges through me. His finger is filling me entirely. His cock will stretch me. I moan at this thought.
Gunner pumps his finger in and out then rearranges his body and sinks his face between my thighs. He kisses my pussy like he would kiss my lips and thrusts his tongue in. My body shivers as my muscles contract. I push my hips against his face, sinking my fingers into his thick sleek hair. My God, I will cum at any moment.
Gunner moves on top of me and holds his cock. He lines it up with my entrance. I take a sharp breath as his hips move against mine and he buries his whole length inside me.
My breath stops in my throat as my body stiffens and a low scream escapes my mouth. My God, his cock is really massive. My pussy feels like its walls will tear apart at any moment. It’s painful and deliriously pleasant at the same time. No man has ever stretched me like Gunner.
“Kiss me, Carrie.” Gunner’s voice is deep, husky. Sexy as hell.
So I kiss him, tasting my own arousal, digging my fingers into his shoulders, as he starts thrusting into me.
There is pain but it’s a good pain, arousing pain, liberating. Gunner slams on my cervix with each thrust and my stomach wavers. I wonder where his cock is going then I stop thinking as the dense cloud of pleasure swallows me.
Chapter Five
Gunner
I’ve never kissed such a sweet mouth. Carrie’s lips are plump and hot. Kissing her is like eating a ripened peach. She tastes so delicious that I want to devour more and more of her.
Her pussy is so tight that I can barely control myself and she’s soaking wet for me. I didn’t pay her and she’s wet. That means she truly wants me.
Her forehead wrinkles and she starts panting like there is no oxygen in the bedroom. I feel her nails digging into my flesh, but it only makes me more insane. I know I will cum within a few more thrusts. I want Carrie to cum with me so I stop thrusting and slide my hand between our bodies then search for her clitoris, but she grabs my wrist and puts my palm on her breast. My fingers touch her beautiful perky tit and I twist her nipple. Carrie moans like she has pleasure and excitement rolls over me. I want to kiss her tits, but I’m so big and she’s so small beneath me that I would have to pull my cock out of her which I don’t want to do. Her little pussy is clenched tight around me and that gives me an amazing sensation like I’m fully connected with her. Like our souls and our bodies blend. I move my hand down to her mound and my thumb rubs against her clitoris. She squirms beneath me.
“Am I doing something wrong?” I ask. “Tell me, Carrie.”
“Perfect,” she gasps. “It’s perfect. Fuck, it’s perfect.”
She holds my thumb and guides me how to stroke her clitoris. I sense her impatience. Her body tenses and relaxes then only becomes tauter and tauter. She covers her face with her palms and emits a loud prolonged moan. I feel her pussy contracting around my cock. It brings me to the brink. A dark force takes possession of my mind as I grip Carrie’s hips, grinding her against my groin and sit on my heels so her ass rests against my lap and her back arches against the mattress. My cock doesn’t leave her pussy, rooted inside her. I lift my upper body so I kneel, and move Carrie on my cock. She whimpers but I work her harder, faster, my fingers digging in her hips. Her whimpers turn into raspy screams.
“Harder,” she moans and shakes.
So I thrust into her hard, wrenching in my own orgasm. Her pussy contracts as a wave of delirious ecstasy floods me violently.
“Fuck,” I moan, covering her body with mine and thrusting into her pussy two more times as her body rocks beneath mine.
Then my mind goes blank for a moment.
As I return to reality, I search for Carrie’s mouth and we kiss gently.
“I love you, baby,” I say. “I’m mad about you.”
Carrie strokes my cheek as I pull out of her and roll on my side. We face each other.
Uneasiness rushes through me. I want her to stay with me forever but I don’t know whether she wants the same.
“The house is not big,” I say, “but there are three bedrooms. Axel pays me well. I can clean and cook and iron. I don’t drink much. I want to have only one woman in life.”
“What are you trying to say, Gunner?”
I inhale deeply. “I want you to move in with me. I will take care of you and the boys. I will love your boys and raise them like they’re my sons.”
“I want you to take care of my family and I will move in with you.” She glides her hand over my cheek. “And I love you very much.”
***
My wife strokes her pregnant belly as I run after Shay and Nikko. My arms spread and I bend slightly forward, emitting growls like I’m a monster. The boys scream and laugh as I catch them and throw them over my shoulder.
We’re having a barbeque in our garden. Everybody has attended.
I plant my boys on the ground and move closer to my wife. Carrie hands me a plate with a piece of cake, kissing my cheek.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I say and touch her belly.
My son kicks me. Warmth spreads in my chest then sadness pricks my heart. I hope he is not as ugly as I am.
“Something wrong?” Carrie asks.
“I’m thinking about our baby. I don’t want him to be ugly like me.”
“You’re not ugly, Gunner. You’re beautiful.”
I lean towards her and kiss her forehead. Carrie is beautiful. She’s so beautiful that it clouds her vision and she thinks I’m beautiful too. I’m ugly and nothing can change that. But I’m happy anyway. With Carrie by my side, it doesn’t matter what others think of me.
“Our son will be beautiful like you,” Carrie says.
The baby moves in Carrie’s stomach and she erupts into laughter then goes to gossip with Brianna.
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