The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

  He grasped my chin lovingly between his finger and thumb and planted a soft kiss to my forehead.

  This man was my best friend, aside from Courtney, and I hated to let him down and make him feel accountable. “It’s all good, Nate. Maybe a change will do me good. I’ve been feeling a little . . . hell, I don’t know, just . . .” I shrugged as I struggled to find the words to describe how ‘lost’ I had been feeling lately.

  I couldn’t explain it; it was just there, inside me, bubbling away in the pit of my stomach. Like something was missing from my life; not something huge, just maybe lots of little things that were niggling inside my head and making me look at my life differently.

  I was constantly asking myself if I was happy, even if I was content, but I couldn’t even put my finger on why I was feeling like that.

  It was like a bomb counting down on an internal timer, waiting for the precise moment to detonate and ruin everything I had managed to secure over the last thirteen years, and especially the last eight years with a man I loved with everything I was. But even my marriage, my lover and my soul mate felt like they were being dragged away from me without any pull from anything specific.

  I just felt disoriented and adrift with life.

  Maybe this was a good thing; a time to regenerate and discover myself again.

  We remained silent for a while, both of us drawing in each other before I pulled away, nodded and took one last look around what had been my second home for the previous eight years, before I descended the fifty floors and went home.

  * * *

  “You wanna meet for lunch, hun?” I asked Courtney as I wedged the phone between my shoulder and chin so I could open the mail.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked immediately. God, I loved this girl; she knew me inside out.

  “Over lunch” I told her.

  “Sure, usual?”

  I confirmed with her as I ended the call and frowned at a brown envelope bearing Mason’s name. The typed name was solitary, no address or postage, so I knew it had been hand delivered but I placed it on the pile I had assembled for his office and moved on.

  I snorted loudly at the birthday card for Mason . . . in Rebecca’s writing. I knew it was her writing because she still hounded him relentlessly.

  The woman could win an award for perseverance. She was damn unyielding, refusing to give in, even after eight years of pursuing my man but I now found it humorous.

  I chuckled slightly as I placed it with the rest of his cards, knowing the language that would filter through him when he opened it.

  We were off up to Greg’s Scottish cabin for the weekend to celebrate Mason’s birthday, his fortieth, which was currently playing on his mind. I think he thought when he hit forty I would instantly stop desiring him. Pfft, I don’t think I would ever stop wanting Mason.

  Since the day I had first met him all those years ago, my body had craved him in a way that was uncontrollable and wild, sometimes quite overwhelming and I knew he felt the same.

  I had a surprise planned for him at the cottage. I knew Connor was going up, Greg’s brother, who always played a third in group sex and I just hoped it would be what Mason wanted; otherwise the weekend could go terribly wrong.

  My phone rang and I pulled in a breath before I answered. “Hey, Lay.”

  “Ava, what the hell is going on, love?”

  “Word travels fast.”

  “Of course it does, its NSC. Lucas just told me.”

  I sighed and looked out of the window, desperately trying to divert my attention away from the tears that wanted to roll. “How the hell am I supposed to work with Kade after everything, Lay? Mason would shit his soul and make my life unbearable.”

  “Why the hell has Nate fetched him in anyway? I know he’s an IT analyst and that tells me something odd’s going on round here.” Layla was far from stupid.

  “On the hush, Lay. The whole NSC systems have been hacked twice, some important documents have been altered and a lot, and I mean a lot, of money has been transferred somewhere Nate can’t track. That’s why he needs to bring Kade in.”

  “Shit!”

  “Mmmm, I know it can’t be helped and Nate needs to sort it. I’ll be fine, I’m already looking for something, so if you hear of anything, let me know.”

  She was quiet for a moment then she lowered her voice, “There’s a bar job going at the Panther.” My eyebrows rose and I pursed my lips. “But I don’t think Mase would be too pleased do you?”

  “Well tough, to be honest, Lay. If I can’t work with Kade, I’ve gotta do something. I don’t wanna be a sit at home mom, it would kill me . . . Shit, gotta go, Mason’s home. Tell William I’ll ring him later and to save me the job.” It sounded perfect for a life change; entertaining, anything but boring, and William would be an adorable boss, as I knew he was to all his current staff.

  “Will do, bye love.”

  I shunted my phone back into my bag as Mason stepped into the kitchen with a deep frown marring his handsome face. He tipped his head and narrowed his eyes and I instantly recognised which mood was dominating him today—Mr Stroppy and I rolled my eyes inwardly.

  “Why are you home?” He asked as he kept his eyes trained on me whilst he stalked towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

  “Headache.”

  He nodded slowly as he unscrewed the cap and downed the entire contents in one. “The same one you had this morning?”

  I nodded in return as he held my gaze, his eyes still narrow and hard. “The fake headache you had this morning, resembling the fake one you have now?”

  I sighed and lowered my gaze when he took the two steps needed with his long legs to reach me. I was instantly backed up between the worktop and his solid chest as his finger tilted my head back so I was staring into his beautiful eyes, the liquid honey of them drawing me in and taking me hostage under his scrutiny.

  Shit! I didn’t need this now. I was feeling too raw and emotional at losing my job and I knew if Mason got wind of the new job I was after, I wouldn’t stand a chance. He would squash any hope I had at procuring the position at The Black Panther. No way would Mason allow me to work in an exclusive adult club.

  He scrunched his nose a little and sighed deeply before he sucked air through his teeth and I knew I was in for a grilling. “Baby, it’s only 11:30 and my day has already been shit enough to kill the most patient of men. Please don’t make it any worse.”

  God damn this fucking man!

  “Mason. I came home because I have a headache; you’re looking for things that aren’t there, baby.”

  He scoffed once then clicked his tongue as a hand slid around the nape of my neck and held the roots of my hair, not painfully but enough for his irritation to shout out a warning at me, in addition to tilting my head further back. I swallowed harshly, “Mason, please. There is nothing wrong, just a headache and at the moment, you’re making it bloody worse.”

  He placed his lips softly on my forehead and I felt his eyes squeeze closed. “Why, baby?”

  My heart broke at the distress in his voice but I couldn’t tell him, it would create world war 3 if he knew Kade was back at NSC and especially that I’d had to leave because of his return, “Why what, Mason?”

  His nose now circled the soft skin on my forehead as he inhaled my scent deeply, like he needed me to survive. “You’re drifting, Ava. Why do I feel like I can’t snag the rope and drag you back in?”

  His sullen eyes locked me down and I bit my bottom lip as my heart ripped against my breastbone. “You’re not losing me, Mason. You’ll never lose me, baby. I’m yours.”

  “Mine” he whispered immediately as his hand slipped further into my hair and fastened into the strands with his long fingers.

  My breath caught as his erection throbbed against my belly and arousal flooded my core.

  “Yours always” I whispered in reply.

  “Mine.” He repeated as his perfect lips took mine perfectly.

  My man cou
ld kiss; had always transformed me into a wet, panting mess when he loved me with his mouth. The flawless rhythm he moved with demanded each of my senses dominantly, commanding me as his and only his in that precise moment. He dictated my mind, my body and my emotions every single time he kissed me.

  His grip in my hair became firmer as I imitated his hold and slipped my hands into his soft brown mane, grabbing as much of a handful as I could in my desire to take him as mine, just like he did with me.

  “Mine” he growled as his mouth dropped to my neck and sucked in the soft flesh as his teeth bit down. Every time he bit me my body surged to life, my synapses electrifying like lightning and blasting shots of pleasure into every nerve I possessed. Mason knew this, and knew he could overpower me very time.

  He pulled back slightly and the fire in his eyes heightened my arousal to a fierce roar, my body harmonized completely to my husband’s wants, needs and desires.

  “Take off your dress.”

  Without any hesitation I found the zip on the side of my dress, lowered it then pushed it from my frame. His eyes flashed with hunger as they roamed over my underwear covered body.

  His finger traced along the edging of my bra, over the swell of my breast before he slid a finger inside and stroked it over my nipple, causing it to pebble as an excited shiver rippled through me. “This is mine.”

  I nodded, the deep ache inside me rendering me mute. The same finger trailed slowly across my breastbone and teased my other nipple, this time over the lace of my bra, “And this.”

  I mumbled something incoherent as my eyes fluttered closed. “Look at me, Ava.”

  I blew out a small huff and focused on him. “Nobody else will ever make you feel like this, like I do. Nobody else would ever sate the craving you have.”

  I nodded again as he glided down each strap of my bra, before pulling each cup down under my boobs and exposing me for his approval.

  My breasts suddenly felt heavy and weighted with my wantonness but he quickly remedied my discomfort as he took each in his large hands and lifted them slightly. “Nobody else would ever be enough for you, baby.”

  He mouthed a hard nipple, suckling heavily on it as his teeth clamped down and I yelped out a surprised moan as his bite shot straight down through me and hit my clit head on.

  “I need you, Mason.” I breathed as his mouth moved onto its twin, torturing my left breast just as passionately as he had my right.

  “How much?”

  “God, with everything. Deep down inside.”

  He caressed my nipple with the flat of his tongue as his eyes lifted to mine, “Tell me.”

  I swallowed on a moan as I palmed his cheek. “I need your tongue on me, Mason. I need you to lick me.”

  He groaned as his thumbs hooked into the edge of my knickers, before he twisted and ripped them off. No sooner were they off than he was on his knees with one of my legs draped over a shoulder and his tongue was circling my clitoris as he inserted a finger inside me, circling it round in perfect symmetry as his tongue on my nub.

  “Oh God, yes.” I groaned as my thighs started twitching uncontrollably.

  “Hold it, Ava.”

  “I don’t think I can.”

  “Yes—you can. Just a little longer, baby. I want more of you first.”

  His tongue now proceeded to fuck me relentlessly. There was no gentleness in his oral pursuit; it was pure pleasure seeking for both of us. “I need it now, Mason, please.”

  He growled as he inserted another finger into me, removed his mouth from my pussy and bit into the flesh on my thigh at the same time as fingering me hard and deep.

  My body exploded in pleasure. My eyes rolled, my breath stuck in my throat prior to bursting forth in a scream of ecstasy as I climaxed violently and extensively.

  “Fuck, yes. Knees.” He demanded as he rose to his feet and I sunk to my knees. “Open that delicious mouth, baby.”

  He grabbed my hair and thrust his rock solid cock into my mouth. I knew what he wanted so I kept my head still but closed my lips over him tightly. His hands manipulated each movement of my plunges on him as he kept a tight rein on my head, not allowing me any give as he fucked my mouth hard and fast with deep thrusts of his hips.

  Within seconds he was swelling and exploding vehemently down my throat as he shouted my name viciously; anger and passion forcing its way through him and erupting with his loud shout.

  “Christ, Ava.” He panted as he palmed the counter to support his trembling legs. He grinned down at me as a dribble of his cum slid down my chin and landed on my breast. “You save that for me, baby?”

  I gave him a brazen smile as he slid to his knees before me and his tongue swept out to catch his own sperm. He licked his lips after then took me in a hard kiss before he slowed to a tender loving proper English snog. “I love you so much, Ava.”

  I sighed in contentment; those words were my personal boost pill. Every time they left his lips, they were said with a fierce truth, a severe implication of deep love to them and said with such importance that they warmed my heart. “And me, you.” I whispered as I always did.

  Chapter 3

  Mason

  “YOU GONNA TELL me the truth now?” I asked her as I palmed her cheeks gently.

  She sighed, again . . . a-fucking-gain. She was really pissing me off now and she realised it as she scanned my face. “Mason, I . . .”

  The door decided to open to Sam and Greg and I growled out a halt to them whilst Ava slipped her dress back on. “It’s about time you started fucking knocking” I bellowed at them but Greg just laughed at me.

  Fair enough it was nothing he hadn’t seen before as we regularly joined him and Courtney in a foursome, but it was the fact that this was my fucking home, not just business and they needed to learn some God damn respect.

  Ava nodded and smiled before she slid from the kitchen and I grit my teeth at my lost chance of cornering her.

  “Office” I barked at the guys as Brad, one of my new guys, and Brian joined the others, without knocking of course.

  It was something that needed to be addressed and it was the first point of the morning as I entered my office behind them and shut the door so Ava couldn’t pick up the topic that we needed to discuss.

  “You all need to learn to fucking knock.” I eyed each of them and they all gave me a nod apart from Greg who barked out a chuckle again. I slowly swung my eyes round to him as I sucked air through my teeth to stop me from knocking his face through the wall. “You got a problem with fisting my front door, Greg?”

  He narrowed his eyes on me and held up his hands in submission as he shook his head, “Wow, serious mood today, eh?”

  Christ, I was gonna rip this man’s fucking head off any minute.

  Sam was shrewd enough to stand and glare at Greg before he turned to me, “We’ll start knocking Mase, sorry.”

  I nodded and sighed as I slipped into my desk chair. “We need to sort this shit out.” Sam nodded again as I turned to Greg, “I need Lucas in and Elijah.”

  He stared at me with a frown. “No offence, Mase but what’s Lucas gonna do? He’s like a gay bulldog, Willow has more punch.”

  “That’s for me to worry about, Greg.” He looked affronted at his exclusion but he was wise enough not to voice his displeasure.

  “All’s good.” Sam answered.

  “You need to get your men on 24 hour watch, Brad.” He nodded firmly in reply; his taciturn demeanour had made me like him immediately when we met. This man had been the best recommendation Gary’s dad, Liam, had forwarded on.

  Gary Thornton and Ava had become close in the previous few years and his parents had taken Ava in as one of their own and as a result of their friendship I had been introduced to Gary’s dad, Liam Thornton, head of MI5. Yes, that had been a wonderful revelation and we’d had some wonderful discussions, sometimes quite informative for both of us, and he had proceeded to recommend various people that wanted on my payroll, Brad being one of them and as an ex m
ember of the MI5 he was a great addition to my team.

  I turned to Brian, “You need to keep your ear down and pick up any . . .”

  The door swung open and Ava walked in with a tray of coffee and pastries. “You need to learn to fucking knock, baby.”

  Her eyes widened at my tone but I stared her out, she was another person who didn’t know how to enter places properly.

  Everybody’s eyes rolled to gape at me but I wasn’t in the mood to yield. I tipped my head at her and lifted a brow when she narrowed her eyes on me but her eyes scanned the room at the others before she wisely decided not to humiliate me in front of them.

  Her chest expanded as she drew in a heavy breath and my gaze dropped to her large breasts, their perfectness expanding as her lungs inflated.

  “I’m going out.” She said rigidly as she shouted at me through her glare.

  “What happened to the headache?”

  Her tongue rolled over her top teeth in her anger but she still fought it back, “There are these little white pills called paracetamol, Mason. Wonderful things, you should try them.”

  Okay.

  She was out of the room in seconds as I circled her waist with an arm and pulled her through the door before I slammed it shut to the guys eavesdropping and pinned her to the wall.

  She lowered her eyes so I grasped her chin and made her gaze meet mine. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you lately but not in front of the guys, baby. That I won’t stand for, you know it.”

  She shrugged, “But it’s okay for you to demean me in front of them? This is my God damn home!” she spat angrily.

  I narrowed my eyes and tried to read her face but she was just too angry for me to see anything else. “Not—in—front—of—the—guys.” I repeated.

  She squirmed under me as I planted a tender kiss to her forehead, “You understand?”

  “Go—to—hell!”

  Wow! Discipline and behaviour would be discussed in the bedroom tonight. No way would she be getting away with this.