The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

  “You’re just jealous, Lay.” Mason scoffed and Ava laughed.

  “Leave her alone” she defended and punched him lightly in the arm.

  I switched my attention back to the action. The two women were still taking him into their mouths but now the third was on her hands and knees beside him, a black haired guy’s cock in her mouth as God finger fucked her arse.

  Christ. I thought I ought to leave and get out of there before it became too difficult to stand, but I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from the exploit.

  Everyone shifted. God lay on the floor as one woman sat on his huge dick and I wondered how the hell she accommodated him. One woman sat on his face and the other got on her knees by his head as black hair fucked her ass and God fingered her pussy.

  My dick was throbbing painfully. I had not had a shag in weeks and it was becoming quite torturous watching this liaison.

  I closed my eyes and groaned internally when the action started in our room. Ava’s moans were quite loud and I noticed Red squirm in her seat.

  She swallowed and I heard the gulp as it went down. “I’m gonna leave you guys to it” she whispered into the dim room but didn’t look at them.

  She stood and pulled open the door.

  I was on her arse, frantically pushing her against the corridor wall as I reached her.

  She melted under me, her tongue colliding with mine as both our lusts dominated us.

  She was suddenly pulling at my belt and almost immediately freed my raging hard on.

  “Fuck, Red. I need to bury myself in you.”

  She moaned and grabbed my hair as I pushed her skirt up around her waist and lifted her legs until she wrapped them around me.

  Pulling her knickers to the side I didn’t waste any more time. I was inside her in a heartbeat.

  We both groaned loudly and I realised we were in the fucking corridor, fucking hard and loud against the wall.

  To be honest I didn’t bloody care.

  I needed this woman so fucking entirely I felt the buzz in my brain.

  “God, always so fucking good” I murmured as I slammed into her.

  Her hands yanked my head forward as she kissed me as hard as I fucked her.

  “Harder, Lucas. Fuck me harder” she mumbled and I groaned as I rested my head on her shoulder and gave her what she asked for, my hips pounding against her, as I took her so fucking hard I felt the inside of her womb.

  “Oh, I’ll fuck you hard, Red. I’ll fuck you so damn hard you’ll still feel me inside you next week” I growled as I banged her even fiercer.

  She came almost immediately, flooding me with her delicious juice and I yelled out as my own orgasm seared through me so fucking painfully and exquisitely my knees buckled and I palmed the wall for support, slamming my hips against Red to support her against the wall.

  We both panted loudly and I looked at her. She blinked at me, her huge blue eyes searching mine for an explanation of what had just happened and what was going to happen.

  I looked away, not wanting her to see the pain, hate and rage inside me, as I pulled out of her.

  “Lucas?”

  I couldn’t look at her. I didn’t want to see the hurt on her face as I zipped up and walked away.

  Chapter 37

  Layla

  I FOUGHT THE sob that was surging up my throat as I watched him walk away. He had taken me, hard and rough against the wall, and then walked away.

  Just walked away without a word.

  I sank to the floor, not even bothering to pull down my skirt and not caring that everything Lucas had left inside me was now soaking my knickers.

  I just sank deeper and deeper.

  Hurt, pained, used and dirty were only a few of the things I felt right then. But broken was the main one.

  I was so desperate for him, I had just left him fuck me then fuck off.

  What did that make me? A whore.

  I was still there when Ava and Mason exited the room, their kisses all lovey-dovey and my heart broke even more.

  “Lay?” Ava said softly as she crouched in front of me.

  Her eyes perused my used body and she wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Where is he, Hun?”

  I shrugged. “Fucked me then fucked off. Never uttered a word apart from ‘Fuck Red, I need to bury myself inside you.’” I imitated.

  “And then what?” Ava asked with a severe frown as she pulled my skirt back around my thighs.

  I shrugged again, “Fucked off.”

  “He what?” Mason said so quietly I nearly didn’t catch it.

  I looked up at him and pursed my lips. “Don’t worry about it, Mase. I wanted it as much as him.”

  He nodded slowly. “But you didn’t walk away from him after” he hissed and then disappeared down the corridor.

  “Come on Lay, let’s get you home” she whispered into my hair as she pulled me up and pulled me against her for support as my legs gave way.

  * * *

  Quietly closing my room door behind me, I tilted my head at the sound of sobbing.

  I walked into the room and gasped when I saw Sara, stretched out on the carpet naked and blind drunk.

  “Sara. What’s wrong, love?”

  Her red eyes slowly rose to me and I took a step back at the vehemence in them.

  “Sare?”

  She scoffed and dragged herself to her feet, wobbling as she made her way over to me.

  “Well, it’s Layla, or is it Kayla . . . or maybe it’s fucking Willow. Who are you today? Apart from a wonderful friend” she spat out the last two words and I frowned at her.

  “Sara, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong, love. I can’t help you if you won’t let me.”

  She tipped her head back and laughed manically and I wondered if she’d lost it but she suddenly turned to me, her lip curled in disgust, then spat straight in my face.

  “What the hell, Sare?” I stuttered as I wiped her gunk from my face.

  “You? Help me? Yeah, all right, Lay. It’s your fucking fault. All of it. All. Your. Fucking. Fault!” She raged, her face turning a funny puce colour as her eyes bulged wildly.

  I frowned at her. Everybody was going fucking mad. All of them.

  “What’s all my fault, Sare?”

  “Everything” she hissed as she came within an inch of me.

  She swung her fist at my face and luckily in her drunken state I managed to move out of the way and she stumbled forward.

  I grabbed the tops of her hands and shook her. “Will you bloody talk to me!”

  She reared back, looking at me like I was the devil that took her soul.

  “THEY FUCKING RAPED ME. ALL OF THEM. ALL FUCKING THREE OF THEM!”

  Oh, Good god!

  “Sare?” I choked out.

  She spat at me again. “And now I’m fucking pregnant!”

  Fuck me to hell!

  “S . . . Sare. Love, I . . . I . . . oh, Good God Sara. Who raped you?”

  She looked at me as though I was stupid. “Diablo’s men, when they took me. They all had a go at me. Epic, fucking epic. All of them. One after the fucking other.”

  Her tears and snot covered her face but it was her eyes that held me. They were so full of hatred and pain.

  My knees buckled and I placed a shaky hand on the wall to steady myself but she went crazy then.

  Her fists hit me furiously, one after the other and I let her. I let her hate me, because she was right, it was my fault.

  Her relentless punches knocked me into the corner, and then her feet came at me, her heels furiously battering into my stomach. And still I took it; let her release her anger at me, on me.

  “You fucking bitch. I fucking hate you, I hate you.” she screamed as she continued to pound me.

  Suddenly she grabbed my arms and dragged me through the hallway, opened the front door and pushed me out.

  “Don’t ever let me see you again, or I’ll finish what I just started” She hissed at me and I nodded.

  The doo
r slammed in my face and I stood looking at it for a long while before I turned and walked away.

  * * *

  Ava opened the door and her eyes went wide at the state of my bruised and bloodied face. “Shit, Lay. What the hell?”

  “Can you pay the taxi, Ava? I haven’t . . . I haven’t got my bag.”

  Her confused eyes went from me to the taxi on the road. “Oh. Sure, hang on.”

  She scuttled away and went over to the cab, shoving a twenty at him before she came back to me and led me into the house.

  She settled me on the sofa, then went to fetch some antiseptic stuff and crouched before me.

  “Who did this, Lay?” she asked as she gently wiped the blood from my nose.

  “Sara” I whispered.

  She frowned deeply at me. “What? Why?”

  The tears came then, lots of snotty ones, at the pain for my best friend. “It’s all my fault Ava. It’s all my fucking fault” I sobbed.

  I winced when she pulled me in and she reared back and lifted my shirt. “Oh, you need to get these ribs checked, Hun. I think a few are broken.”

  I shrugged and wiped my nose with the back of my hand.

  “Will you tell me what’s going on?” she urged.

  So I told her.

  “Bloody hell, Lay. You’re life’s as bad as mine.” She laughed bitterly as Mason walked through the front door.

  “Willow?” he narrowed his eyes as his fists clenched beside him. “Please don’t tell me Hunt did that?”

  I shook my head at him, “No, he wouldn’t hurt me. Not physically anyway.”

  Then again I didn’t think Sara would but she was just angry and hurting and I didn’t blame her one bit.

  “You want me to talk to her?” Ava asked softly and I shook my head.

  “She needs help. She needs . . . God, I don’t fucking know what she needs, but she won’t let me help her. That’s for sure.”

  Mason settled in the chair opposite me as Ava filled him in on what had happened. “She needs to talk to someone or she’ll go crazy” Mason said.

  I stared at him “She’s already gone bloody crazy.”

  “Come on, now Mason’s home to watch the twins, I’ll run you to A & E.” Ava informed in her no argument tone and I rolled my eyes but followed.

  “Get the spare bed made up Mason,” Ava said as we walked across the room, “Lay’s staying with us for a while.”

  I heard him huff and Ava’s shoulders lifted as she chuckled. “He hate’s mundane things, such as putting a sheet on a bed. Way too complicated.”

  “I heard that” He growled behind her. She turned and winked at him and he growled some more.

  Why couldn’t I have a relationship like theirs? Their love for one another had seen them through hell and back many times, but here they were, growling softly at each other, bickering playfully and just so damn in love.

  I wanted that.

  In fact, I bloody needed that.

  Chapter 38

  Lucas

  CLOSING MY EYES as I stepped out of the elevator, I sucked in a huge breath and told myself I could face her.

  The guilt that had ate at me last night after I had fucked her and dumped her, just left her there alone in that bloody corridor, had actually given me nightmares.

  I didn’t understand what was happening to me. My mind was going, or had gone, completely goo goo.

  My body wasn’t my own, I was shaking constantly, but I knew that was down to the booze I was consuming. Vast amounts of it were pouring down my neck every night, just for the motive of escaping Red’s face that was permanently engraved on my retinas.

  My dick definitely didn’t belong to me anymore; Red possessed it, totally and thoroughly. It refused to get hard unless Red’s face was in my head, or her soft moans were heard filtering through my ears, or her smell was filling my nostrils, the subtle strawberry creamy shit she plastered on at night filling my senses imaginarily.

  I had gone round to her flat last night to apologise for my shitty behaviour. It had taken some courage, in fact it had taken all my bloody courage, but she hadn’t answered the door and I wasn’t sure if I had been relieved at that or furious.

  I knew she had been in there, all the windows had been flooded with light and I had seen a shadow through the curtains but after knocking, banging and shouting for thirty minutes, I had given up.

  I slowly made my way up the corridor towards my office, not returning Thelma’s, the floor receptionists, smile and gulped when I saw Red sat at her desk, head down as she wrote something on a little notebook.

  “Red” I said, my heart constricting and damn near choking me when her scent drifted up at me.

  “Good morning, Mr Hunt” She replied but didn’t look up, just kept her head buried in her book.

  Okay, she was mad. Refusing to look at me and still on professional name terms made my heart clench further but I knew I deserved her animosity.

  I was a bastard.

  Simple.

  “I . . . I wanted to apologise, Red. For last night, I, well, I . . .”

  She shook her head but still refused to lift her face and I was getting slightly pissed off. I was trying my best to apologise and she was being rude.

  “It’s not a problem, Mr Hunt.” She answered as she lifted from her seat and walked into my office.

  She seemed stiff, her legs virtually shuffling instead of striding and she still kept her bloody face to the floor.

  What the hell was wrong with her?

  I followed her in and watched her as she started up the coffee, her back to me all the time and I was now curious, anger left behind. Something was wrong with her, seriously, and I took a step closer to her.

  Her shoulders hunched tensely as she heard me move behind her. She bent stiffly to retrieve my cup from the cupboard and I closed my eyes and clenched my fists as the soft roundness of her arse pointed at me and the material of her dress glided up her thighs a little.

  I heard her hiss through her teeth as she came upright and I narrowed my eyes on her.

  “Red?” I asked as I moved to the side of her and grabbed the tops of her arms, turning her to look at me.

  Holy hell!

  “What the fuck. . . .”

  She shook me off and turned back to the machine but I grabbed her arm again. “Who the hell did this?”

  “I’m fine.” She barked out and I grit my teeth at her evasiveness.

  “Will you bloody talk to me?”

  She twisted round then, her angry glare fixed on me. “Why should I? You have made it pretty clear you don’t want anything to do with me. Just leave it, Lucas. I’m fine.”

  “Like hell you are, Red. Look at the state of you, your face is a mess and you can’t even bend down without being in obvious pain. I want to know who hurt you.”

  Her eyebrows rose high. “You think this is pain Lucas?” She shook her head in anger, “I’ll tell you what pain and hurt is. Pain is being fucked angrily against a wall then just left there to be made to feel like a whore. Being made to feel like a slag is worse than any physical pain, Lucas. You made me feel like a fucking whore, so don’t you dare try and make out you’re my fucking knight in shining armour. You hurt me worse than this ever could.” She bellowed at me as she swept a hand over her body to emphasize her injuries.

  “No, no, no Red, oh God, I . . . No, you are not a whore, I never . . . I wouldn’t ever. . . .”

  Shit, I was making a right fucking mess of everything.

  She gave me a pained look then slammed my coffee down on my desk, its contents swilling all over my desk. “Don’t bother, Lucas. I get it. You needed a fuck, I was there. Simple. I would prefer it if we could forget about it. We work together, we just need to get past it and establish a professional relationship. You love your job; I need the money so it’s best if we could just get on.”

  I nodded, there was nothing I could say now that would stop the hurt, but I still wanted to know who the hell had beaten her so bad. S
he now couldn’t see through her right eye. The bridge of her nose was stitched, bruises covered her beautiful face and it was obvious she had injuries elsewhere if her stiff movements were anything to go by.

  “By the way, we have another lunch appointment with Mason and I have synced your diary. Mr Travis made a complete hash of everything in your absence, but I’ve managed to rectify most things. Just let me know if you come across anything that doesn’t seem right, Mr Hunt and I’ll sort it out. The exec meeting that should have been held a few weeks ago has been rescheduled for tomorrow and the France trip is hopefully going ahead next Monday . . . hopefully.”

  I snorted.

  Third time lucky.

  Red swallowed heavily and I knew my jibe had brought her guilt forward; after all, both previous trips had been cancelled because of her. Well, actually because of Diablo, but I knew Red blamed herself.

  “Okay, that’s fine. Anything else?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so but I’ll let you know if I remember anything else.”

  I nodded simply and sighed. She actually lifted her gaze to me then and I saw her desolation and agony through her one good eye.

  I wanted to reach out to her, grab her and pull her soft little body against mine and filter all my love for her through every single pore on my body and into her.

  She looked utterly broken and I knew I was guilty for a lot of that, but I just couldn’t get the image of her sobbing over Diablo’s body out of my head.

  It was still too damn painful and until I accepted that, I couldn’t . . . I wouldn’t be with her so I just lowered my gaze to the floor whilst she walked past me and started her daily work routine.

  I was hurting myself at causing her so much pain but I just couldn’t find a way through it. It was slowly burning me up inside; my hatred, anger, hurt and pain was slowly consuming me and it was so damn difficult to breathe at times.

  All I could see was Red drop to her knees in front of the man that had tortured her and stalked her. A man so crazy, he had fucked her so roughly he had torn her up inside, but she had still dropped to her fucking knees before him and fucking grieved like a distraught widow for him.