The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

  He stood silent and I scoffed, climbed in the taxi and told the driver to drive, for the second time that day I left him stood there with his hands clenched beside him.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  OPENING MY FRONT door, I walked slowly into the hallway. Fear coursed through me, my hands were sweating and my breathing was laboured as I shakily checked each room.

  Terror was holding me up and when my search found the house empty, I locked both doors and climbed the stairs, making my way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower I slipped out of my clothes and stood studying myself in the mirror.

  My face was a train crash, covered in cuts and bruises and my body was thinner than I remembered. I noticed the new wound that covered my breast; a new one to add to the others and I traced it with my fingertip, angry at its red appearance against my pale skin. “What the hell do you see in me Nate?” I asked myself and stepped into the shower.

  I set the water hotter than usual, needing to wash away the day’s events and scrubbed myself sore, now angry with myself for letting James come between me and Nate.

  Shampooing my hair I started to calm down, guilt rearing its ugly head and making me second guess Nate’s mood today. I thought it was shame and anger in him but what if it was hopelessness that was marring his features, making him ashamed of himself not me, but I asked him and he remained silent, if that was the case wouldn’t he have defended himself?

  I slid down the tiled wall, my bottom hitting the floor with a thud as I drew my knees up and hugged them. “Oh God Liv, your life is a bloody nightmare girl.” I sighed and rested my forehead on my knees, gulping in large breaths, refusing to cry again. I needed Nate, simple.

  As though he heard me, the shower door opened and there he stood, staring down at me with a look of anger still across his face. I raised my face to look at him and smiled sheepishly, wary of his mood as his chest heaved and his fists clenched in rage.

  “When the fuck are you gonna do what I tell you?” he growled. I gulped as he started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes fixed firmly on mine as he kicked off his shoes. “One day,” he muttered. “One, fucking, day.”

  He lowered his trousers and shorts together at the same time as slipping out of his shirt and then stepped in the shower, bending down and pulling me up the wall.

  We stood, eyes locked for a long while, trying to read each other. The only sounds were our heavy breaths and the trickle of the water. Eventually his mouth crashed over mine and he kissed me with a raw passion, his rage and love clashing together as his lips controlled me, his tongue searching for mine as his hot breath mingled with my own.

  I grasped his hair firmly, pulling him further into me as I rocked my hips against his raging erection. His hands came down and cupped my backside as his cock slipped between my thighs and his bar rubbed against my clit, making me yelp and swing my legs around his hips.

  Positioning himself at my entrance, he skewered me in one angry thrust, growling loudly and biting my shoulder he thrust again.

  The pent up rage turned into a violent passion that both of us needed and wanted. “God,” he grunted as he pounded into me, both of us clung to each other, our animal groans and moans filling the cubicle as our love making became primal. His fingers dug into my arse as I clawed at his back and sucked on his neck, my teeth digging into his skin with each hard drive.

  His cock swelled as he shouted my name, his climax as violent as his lovemaking, sending me into my own ecstasy as I screamed and tightened around him, the white pleasure taking my breath and making my heels dig into his thighs.

  He jerked every drop into me as he rested his head on my shoulder, panting and holding me tight.

  “Baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered and I embraced him tighter.

  “Me too,” I breathed, kissing his head and twirling his hair in my fingers.

  He pulled out and lowered me to the floor, cupping my face and kissing me tenderly. “I’m so sorry, Angel,” he repeated.

  I smiled softly to him, cupping his cheek in my hand. “I know.”

  He sighed and stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel round his hips, his body still wet from the shower. My eyes took in the magnificent sight, god this man was fucking glorious. He gave me a lazy grin, “Like what you see?” I licked my lips, my arousal peaking again, I couldn’t get enough of this man.

  I exited the shower and walked to the bedroom; dripping everywhere as Nate had took the only towel from the bathroom.

  I quickly got dressed and skipped down the stairs, waiting patiently beside the front door. He came down the stairs and took my hand, leading me out of the front door and into his car. “Ready now?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. I beamed at him and nodded, my mood had heightened and I was feeling a lot more light-hearted.

  “Yep, let’s go to yours and you can fuck me raw.” I grinned as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

  “Feeling horny?” he chuckled.

  I winked at him. “How can you tell Nate?” I asked as my hand cupped his always ready for action cock. He groaned and floored the accelerator.

  * * *

  Sunday evening saw us both huddled together on the sofa in front of the roaring fire and television watching old reruns of a comedy show. My mood had darkened a little as I had text Jay to see if he had arrived okay but as yet had no reply.

  “Baby relax, he’s probably not heard his phone and gone straight round to Jess,’” he reassured me as his hands came up to my shoulders, his thumbs digging into my tense muscles. “Jesus Liv, you’re so tense. Lay on the floor,” he instructed, his voice low as he gestured to the rug in front of the fire. I sunk to the floor, laying on my front and resting my head on my folded arms.

  Nate pressed up against me, his mouth brushing my ear. “Take off your clothes, Angel,” his voice was low and husky, my core clenched intensely.

  I smiled and rose to my knees, my eyes never leaving his dark hooded ones as I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt, leaving myself in just a white lacy bra and thong.

  Laying back down I could hear Nate’s heavy breathing as I patiently lay waiting, my arousal already soaking my knickers.

  I heard him leave the room and then return a few minutes later but my eyes remained closed, already relaxed before the massage.

  I felt his thighs grip either side of mine as he straddled me. I could feel his erection straining against my backside, an obvious sign he had also stripped before returning back to me. I felt something drip onto my shoulder blades and a faint smell of citrus and spice hung in the air.

  His hands skimmed across the oil, slicking it into his fingers as he stroked across my skin delicately and came up to my shoulders, his fingers and thumbs kneading expertly at my twisted muscles and driving a slight moan from me.

  I felt his cock twitch against me. He slid it between my arse cheeks, coercing another moan, this time slightly louder. “You like this, Angel?” Nate breathed heavily. All I could manage was another moan.

  “Keep moaning like that, baby and I’m gonna fuck you hard, right here, right fucking now,” he growled. I rolled my hips so his erection slipped tighter towards my bottom in an invitation to do just that.

  He unhooked my bra and lowered the straps down my arms, then flipped me over so I was now laid on my back and pulled my bra away from me.

  He raised my arms above my head in one hand and with the other he wrapped my bra around my wrists, binding my hands together. “Okay?” he asked cautiously, obviously wondering if I was anxious.

  I smiled softly and nodded. “Nate, I’m not worried. You’re not James.” I smiled wider, trying to alleviate his worries. “It’s hot,” I whispered. He groaned, slipping his fingers into the side of knickers and peeling them down my legs.

  His fingers ran up the inside of my leg, still slick from the oil. “I can’t tell you how bloody hot you look like this, baby.” He moaned as his lips replaced the path his fingers were taking, gently kissing up the inside of my thigh as his hands fo
und my aching breasts. He pinched my nipples roughly as his tongue flicked my clit making my hips jerk off the carpet.

  “Shit” I growled.

  His hands left my breasts and circled my waist. Grasping me tightly he flipped me over so my stomach was now pressed flush to the soft rug, my hands still tied above my head.

  He brought his hands to the back of my thighs and pushed them so my backside was raised high into the air. He growled again and slapped my arse. “Fuck Liv, you make me wanna screw that sexy little ass.”

  He groaned and placed his nose into my groove, inhaling heavily, “You smell so sweet, baby” he whispered as his tongue licked the full length of me, then circled my entrance making my arousal heavy as I pushed my bottom towards him, begging for more.

  “Please, Nate . . .” I moaned.

  He lapped at me again. “Tell me what you want, Liv,” he ordered as he inserted both thumbs into me, stretching me wide as his tongue continued its labour on my clit.

  I was panting and so bloody horny. “I wanna come, Nate; I don’t care how, just please . . . I need it,” I begged, panting heavily as he nudged the head of his cock in to my entrance.

  Here?” he asked in a whisper. He slipped his cock along my groove up to my anus. “Or here, baby?” His tongue licked the dip behind my ear as he pressed his body against my back.

  I gasped and he lifted off me, leaning to reach for the oil then dripped it down the crease of my backside. His finger rubbed against me, spreading the scented lubricant over my back entrance. My breath hitched as a groan rumbled within me when his finger slid inside me, his mouth still gently nibbling on my neck.

  “You okay with this, Liv?” he asked softly.

  I hesitated. “I don’t know Nate, the only time I’ve done that is when James wasn’t being so nice and it hurt.” I swallowed, trying to hide my embarrassment.

  He continued to kiss me tenderly, his other hand now snaking round to my clit. “I promise not to hurt you Liv, if you want me to stop I will but it can be very pleasurable if we both want it.”

  He kissed my cheek softly as his fingers still played at both my entrances. I was highly aroused and his words spurned me on. “Okay,” I whispered softly.

  “Just relax Angel, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

  He lifted off me slightly and hitched my bottom higher, his finger still rubbing at me as he positioned his cock at my pussy, slipping in slowly and gliding in and out at a unhurried pace while his finger still played in my backside.

  My arousal soared and I let out a guttural groan, moving my hips back against him. Just as my orgasm started to build he slipped out of me while removing his finger and rested his tip against my anus.

  “Just relax, baby.” He slid into my arse inch by inch, gently and painstakingly slow. I held my breath waiting for the pain to come but curiously it passed just as quickly as it came, and as his fingers brushed against my nipples, intense lust slammed into me, making my body crave the added pleasure.

  “More.” I breathed, gently pushing back against him. “Oh God, Nate.”

  “God Liv, you feel amazing” he groaned and sunk further into me, stretching me as his fingers slipped into my pussy and I growled deeply.

  “FUCK!” I hissed and slammed back into him. “Harder, Nate” I groaned. He sped up, pummelling me as his groans and growls reached fever pitch.

  “Jesus!” he roared as his balls banged against my clit with every drive into me. I screamed and arched into him as my climax clashed into me with a force that took my breath and his orgasm from him.

  “Fuck, yeah” Nate growled, grabbing my hips tightly and jolting with every pump of his ejaculation. “Oh God, Liv,” he panted as he kissed from my shoulder up to my cheek. “You okay, baby?”

  I chuckled “You never cease to amaze me, Nate.”

  He slipped out and shovelled me up into an embrace. “Why?” he asked, cocking his head as he gazed at me and I shrugged.

  “It’s just . . . everything that James did to hurt me, you’ve turned it around and made it pleasurable.” I shrugged again, embarrassed.

  He tightened his hold and kissed my forehead. “Baby, making love to you is amazing, special and fucking pleasurable for me too. It’s just us, we’re incredible together . . . mind-blowing.” He sighed and ran his fingers across my shoulder. “You’re relaxed now, Angel” he smirked, a sly grin twitching his lips.

  I was so relaxed I drifted into a deep sleep, still curled up in his arms on the rug in front of the roaring fire . . . heaven!

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  “MORE?” NATE ASKED me as I finished the fruit salad he had lovingly prepared for my breakfast whilst I returned Jay’s text he had eventually replied last night.

  Shaking my head I sunk back into my chair and drained my juice. “Nope, gotta get to work,” I grumbled. “Are you coming with me?”

  He shook his head as he rose and filled my coffee mug. “No, I’m working from home and coming in about 12ish.”

  I pouted. “That’s not fair. I want flexi-hours,” I demanded with a wink. “Do you think my boss,’ boss,’ boss would oblige if I give him some personal favours?” I asked with a sly smile.

  “I’m sure he’d give you a fucking pay rise to go with it.” He grinned and winked back.

  I laughed and drained my coffee. “I shall see you later then, my lover.” I leant in to kiss him.

  Brushing my lips over his he mumbled. “How about lunch in my office, 12:30?” he asked kissing me back.

  I nodded. “Sure, see you then.” I smiled over my shoulder and blew him a kiss. “Love you.”

  “Love you, Angel,” he shouted after me as I walked through the front door to be greeted by Neo’s huge smile.

  “Good Morning, Miss Adams,” he sang, opening the rear door. I raised my eyebrows at him and he winked. “Good morning, Olivia” he rephrased.

  I beamed at him. God, I felt good. “Thank you and good morning to you, Neo,” I replied as I slipped into the rear seat.

  Neo slid into the driver’s seat and didn’t start the engine straight away; he seemed hesitant and nervous for some reason. “Everything okay, Neo?” I asked, glancing at him through the rear-view mirror.

  He swallowed and licked his lips. “I’m not sure how to say this.”

  He swallowed again and I frowned deeply. “Just say it Neo, I’m not gonna bite you.” I laughed nervously and he shifted slightly so he could turn to look at me.

  “Please don’t go anywhere without me today.” He cringed marginally and I blushed.

  “I’m sorry about Friday, Neo but there was nothing else I could do.”

  He smiled sympathetically. “I know but I could have helped and I don’t mean to interfere. It just gave us all a fright to see you like that, that’s all.” He smiled again but lowered his eyes, aware of my embarrassment. “Please don’t be embarrassed Olivia, I was more concerned with getting that arsehole than taking in the state of your dress,” he reassured me and his honesty set me at ease.

  “Thank you Neo, it means a lot. And I promise to inform you of any more secret missions.”

  I grinned and he saluted me through the mirror as my door opened and Nate stuck his head in the car. “Everything okay? You seem to be sat here a while,” he asked, narrowing his eyes on Neo and making him squirm a little.

  I placed my hand on Nate’s arm. “Neo was just advising me not to do any more runners,” I told him. Nate’s eyes widened.

  “Oh!” He nodded at Neo. “Good, listen to him baby,” he grinned at me and leaned in further to place a kiss on my cheek. “See you later, Liv.” He smiled as he closed the door.

  Rolling my eyes at Neo, I chuckled. “A bit possessive, ignore him.” I winked and he sniggered.

  “I think he thought we were getting down and dirty in here.” I laughed at his brazenness.

  He pulled off towards the gates, my Monday morning blues lifting as I relaxed into the comfort of the Jag, staring out of the window and wondering what Nate
’s lunch date would entail, hopefully something other than just food!

  Arriving at NSC, Neo insisted on escorting me to my floor, his eyes alert to our surroundings. I felt safe in his care.

  Bert was on duty and I stopped for a quick chat before I entered the main foyer and Samantha shouted me over. “I have a parcel for you, Miss Adams,” she said to me but her eyes never left Neo. Did this woman hit on every male?

  “Thank you, Samantha.” I sighed as she gave him her sexiest smile.

  “Hi,” she purred to him, holding out her hand and actually giving him an eyelash flutter. Did women still do that?

  I sniggered under my breath as Neo stared at her out-stretched hand as though it contained a disease. He turned, placed his hand on the small of my back. “Ready Olivia?” he queried.

  I was gobsmacked at his bluntness with her and I walked towards the elevator stunned. He leaned in and whispered, “I can’t stand uninhibited women. I like the chase,” he smirked and I scoffed.

  “There would definitely be no chase involved with Samantha, only a run to the clap clinic after,” I snickered.

  His head flung back with a huge laugh. “Ooh God, I think I actually shivered at that,” he grimaced as we entered the lift.

  “I think I better open that, if you don’t mind?” He nodded towards the package in my hand. “You never know,” he said sheepishly.

  I passed it to him. “Sure, go ahead.” I shrugged as we exited the elevator onto my floor.

  He walked over to my desk with me, both of us waving a hello to Leah as we passed her desk. He unwrapped the brown paper from the box, revealing a small, white square box and an enveloped card.

  After taking off the lid, he peeled back the tissue paper and gasped, blushing furiously with wide eyes. “Oh uhh, I think I better see who this is from before I give it you,” he grimaced, still red faced.

  I was starting to get nervous, my chest pounding. It was obviously something very personal for him to be so embarrassed, so I passed him the card, carefully watching his reaction as he read it.