The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

Ava: Ooh, shit yeah. Remember that time we DIDN’T smash those expensive whisky bottles he got from that Scottish fella he entertains all the time when you slammed me against the shelving unit?

  Mason: *Groans and shakes head* FML!

  Ava: Eh? What does FML mean?

  Mason: It means. . . . . . . Forever my love.

  Ava: *grins happily* Aww, baby. *Kisses Mason hard* That deserves something special tonight.

  Mason: *smirks*

  Ava: Anyway, I want to thank you all for taking my hand and coming along for the ride. There’s been some ups and downs, actually there’s been a lot of ups and downs. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. We made some good friends, amazing friends actually. . . . What’s that noise?

  Mason: (Whispering under his breath) You know your love, your love keeps lifting me, keep on lifting, love keeps lifting me.

  Ava: Will you stop singing that damn song!

  Mason: Sorry *smiles apologetically*

  Ava: . . . And you all made them with me. But one thing is for certain, through it all, I got stronger, I got wiser and I got. . . .

  Mason: (Singing louder) I’m so glad, I’ve finally found you. Yes, that one, in a million girl *Rolls lips, smiles at Ava* You got what baby?

  Ava: *stares at Mason* Fuck knows! *laughs* What did I actually get out of it all?

  Mason: You got me. *Grins widely and nods enthusiastically*

  Ava: I got blonde hair!

  Mason: Perfect.

  Ava: (climbs onto Mason’s lap) I got you! *SHUT YOUR EYES EVERYONE!*

  DH: Anyway *Kicks Ava and Mason* I want a quick word to say, thank you, each and every one of you for taking the Fox’s into your hearts alongside me. They have been a joy to work with but broke me bitterly, yet through it all, as my writing progresses and new characters are created, there will only ever—ever be one Mr & Mrs Fox. And I will miss them so much.

  And as the wonderful Warner Brothers always said . . . That’s all folks!

  Chapter One

  Stocking Filler

  Mason

  SHE SMILED AT me. That was all it took. My balls slammed hold of my lungs and squeezed tight. My dick hardened, throbbing and rigid, lengthening in my jeans until I couldn’t stand the friction against the zip.

  Her eyes locked on to mine, that wicked smile that brought me to my knees every time, stirring the lust in my belly, firing shots of adrenaline through my veins until my lips parted and I had to pant to keep up with the warfare going on under my skin.

  Her teeth sank into the plump flesh of her bottom lip. And then she uttered the words.

  “Own me, Mason.”

  For the longest moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t get my brain to tell my legs to shift my feet towards her. Fuck I needed her so bad.

  She watched me, her eyes dark and lustful as she slid her finger under the silky strap that was holding her skimpy see-through slip against her delicious body,

  My world ended and began when it glided down the length of her body, sliding over the luscious contours of her body then pooling around her ankles, her sleek legs taunting and oh so fucking smooth. Her skin glowed with her tan, with her health. Health I thanked God for every—damn—day.

  “Come here,” I ordered, giving up on my weak body.

  She scoffed and shook her head slowly. “You want me, baby. Then you come and get me.”

  “Ava.” My warning was strict, leaving no hint of negotiation, yet she shrugged. My warrior wanted to play. Her Monster wanted to be freed. And if that realization didn’t make my fucking cock grow even more.

  “Mason. Ava wants to play. . . . So fucking play,” Kade whispered in my ear. I growled at him, it was all I could manage.

  A year had passed since we’d come back home, a year where I’d rediscovered my wife. Time had taught me many things, things that I didn’t like to face but things that, if any different, wouldn’t see Ava stood before me now, glowing, happy and fucking perfect.

  I stood silent and hard, staring at her, my body eager for her, my heart full of her. She cocked her head slightly, both mocking but inviting. A small smile curved my lips as I dropped to my knees. She frowned at me.

  Running my tongue along my bottom lip, I kept my eyes trained on her.

  “You want my tongue, baby? On your pussy . . . in your pussy.”

  Her brow lifted as her throat bobbed with excitement. I held her eyes, looking up at her through my own hooded ones.

  “Bring your sweet cunt to me. Come and fuck my face, let me feel your thighs tremble around my ears as your arousal slides down my chin.”

  I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist, her legs moving her towards me almost as soon as the words left my lips.

  Grace came into view when Ava moved. She was sat in the window, her long lithe body perched on the cushion, watching us with parted lips and narrow eyes, her own lust potent on her face. Kade was still stood behind me, waiting, or just simply watching. I could hear his heavy breathing, knew his cock would be hard for every single one of us. But he’d wait. Tonight, I was in charge.

  My eyes roamed over Ava’s body when she came to stand in front of me, my gaze travelling from her ankles, up her shapely legs, over the trim of her pubic hair. Then her small rounded tummy and new tattoo just above her hip bone.

  And me, you

  My gaze paused for a moment on her scars, my heart appreciating every single one of the wounds, loving them for how they took her breasts but gave me my wife back.

  And then I found her beautiful face, her soft smile fuelling my soul. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “And you,” she whispered as she cupped my face, her eyes echoing her declaration. “Inside and out.”

  Trailing my fingers up the path my eyes had just taken, her soft skin under my touch, I heard her breath hitch, her chest lifting and falling quickly to accommodate her rapid pants. Kade moved from behind me. “Wait,” I ordered.

  He stilled immediately, letting me control for a change. Although I was what Ava called, alpha, Kade was usually the lead in our sex lives, but today, it was my turn.

  My fingers brushed Ava’s mound, triggering a faint moan and a small circle of her hips to encourage me.

  “Mason!”

  Looking up at her, I smirked, noticing the heat in her eyes, the blush on her cheeks. “Patience, baby.”

  I looked round her and over to Grace. “Lift your skirt and open your legs.”

  She did as I asked, slowly bunching her long, loose skirt in her hands, pulling it up and around her waist then slowly shifting her legs apart, giving me a view of the white cotton covering her pussy, arousal dampening the customary simple fabric.

  I sighed happily, bringing my gaze back to the apex of Ava’s legs, noticing the sheen on her skin and the dampness already trickling over her soft flesh, the scent of her arousal driving me wild.

  Her head fell back when I slid a finger across her groove, collecting her lust and slipping it in between my lips, teasing my tongue with her taste.

  “Mmm,” I murmured, my body shivering with the need coursing through my veins. “You taste of Kade’s cum and yours.”

  Her groans increased when I moved her lips apart with my thumbs and circled her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue, their combined climax now bursting wildly in my mouth, making my cock throb until it was painful.

  Her fingers threaded through my hair, her fist grasping and tugging me closer. She yelped when I sucked her clit between my lips and tickled the tip, her hand screwing tighter. I pressed the palms of my hands between her thighs to hold her legs open enough for me to ravage her. She was vibrating above me, her whole body twitching and wriggling as I tortured her under my tongue, her soft moans mixing with my groans of satisfaction and when her thighs started to tremble, I slid a finger inside her and stroked the little spot that always pushed her over the edge.

  “That’s it baby, give it me all.” I gazed up at her, watching as her beautiful face morphed into something of pure
rapture, her mouth open as her orgasm ripped through her, my name bursting from her soft lips as her hands on my head supported her weak legs.

  My gaze landed on Grace. Her hand was inside her knickers, her fingers frantically rubbing as she watched me bring Ava down slowly. Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted as she finger fucked herself.

  Kade hadn’t moved from beside me, his eyes on his wife, his large cock in his hand, his fist slowly sliding up and down the long length.

  “Slide your knickers down, sweetheart,” Kade encouraged her.

  She didn’t hesitate, pulling at them with her spare hand and exposing her swollen pink flesh to us. Ava turned now that her climax had died.

  “Oh no,” she said to Kade as she put a hand on his arm. “She’s mine.”

  “Do I get anybody?” Kade pouted before a lazy grin appeared and he slowly lowered his eyes to me.

  “You just had my wife,” I laughed. “I’ve never known anyone who can get a fresh hard on as quick as you.”

  He shrugged. “What can I say, you’re all too hot.” Couldn’t help but agree with him.

  Ava strolled across the room, her bare backside swinging in front of me. I closed my eyes for a second, willing the blood to stop putting so much pressure on my cock. “Fuck, baby. You have a fine arse.”

  She winked at me over her shoulder before she slipped onto her knees before Grace, palming her knees straight away, opening her for Ava’s perusal. She leaned forward slowly, her eyes secured on Grace’s.

  “Fuck,” Kade groaned from beside me when Ava slid her tongue leisurely up Grace’s pussy, her tongue circling her clit at the top then slowly gliding back down and dipping inside her.

  Grace’s head fell against the window, her eyes struggling to remain open as she watched Ava worship her, her own fingers twisting her nipples as she propped a foot on the edge of the window seat, opening her even further.

  I couldn’t help but wrap my fingers around my erection. The pressure was becoming unbearable, the strength of my hard on painful.

  “Stand up,” Kade whispered in my ear. “Let me ease that a bit for you.”

  He lowered himself to his knees when I stood, his hand reaching in and cupping my balls, his other hand stroking a finger along the tight skin underneath, making his way to the area he liked to play with.

  I watched him, my breath stilling when he opened his mouth and slid his lips over my dick, taking me all the way to the back of his throat on his first descent.

  “Shit!” I hissed when he slid his little finger in my arse and sucked hard on the head of my cock. His eyes were on me and mine on him, the intense heat in both our gazes driving our mutual need higher and higher.

  He sucked harder and harder, his tongue curling harshly around my shaft and his finger fucking me, his greed pulling the cum from my balls too quickly. “Give it me,” he growled, knowing I was holding it back. “I wanna taste you, Mason, give me every fucking drop.”

  My jaw dropped as the tightening soared up my spine and bliss contracted every single muscle in my body when Grace cried out her own orgasm, the erotic sound and Kade’s demand pushing me over the ledge.

  Kade grinned up at me, swiping the runaway trail of cum that was seeping down his chin with his thumb. “I told you, I’m always in charge Mason.” He winked at me then pushed himself off the floor and turned to look at Grace. “You all done, sweetheart? We’re gonna miss our flight.”

  Ava’s bottom lip stuck out as she sulked. “I’m gonna miss you.”

  “I remember you once chastising me for not visiting my relatives over Christmas,” he scolded her. “We’ll be at the cottage for New Year.” Taking her hand in his, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Besides, I’m sure Courtney and Greg will want a piece of you both.”

  His words brought on a smile and she nodded. “I can’t wait to see them all, it’s been too long.”

  Grace sighed and nodded as she reached up on her toes to kiss my cheek. “Well don’t drink all the alcohol before we get there. And don’t forget,” she winked at Ava.

  I narrowed my eyes on them both, Kade doing the same. “Forget what?”

  They both shook their heads, “Nothing.” It was said in unison and I smirked.

  “Do you two do everything together?”

  “It’s more fun that way, baby,” Ava beamed as she dragged her suitcase along the floor and thrust it in my hands. It dropped back to the floor as the weight pulled it from my fingers.

  “Jesus Bloody Christ!” I stared at the case then her. “What the hell are you taking?”

  She shifted uncomfortably but straightened her shoulders. “It’s got all the Christmas gifts in.”

  I scoffed and shook my head. “What the bloody hell have you bought them? Canada?”

  She narrowed her eyes on me, her usual puffy lips thinning. “Just cos’ you’re bloody Scrooge doesn’t mean I shouldn’t buy gifts!”

  “Gifts, Ava? And where did you buy the gifts from? The local lumber yard.”

  Her eyes widened, giving me cause for concern as I peered back down at the case. She smacked my hands away when I attempted to open it, hoping to verify that it wasn’t actually full of lumps of wood.

  “Leave it! We’re gonna be late for our own flight.”

  Quirking an eyebrow at her, she gulped. “Ava, its Nate’s plane. It’s not going anywhere without us.”

  She shrugged and completely ignored me, generating a small growl. I hated it when she brushed me off. A small smile played my lips. I’d make sure she didn’t do it again. But for the moment that would have to wait.

  We had a plane to catch, family to see and lots of partying to be done.

  Chapter Two

  Snow Angel’s

  Ava

  I REACHED DOWN to Courtney taking the fairy from her hands and everyone counted down. At zero I popped the tip of the tree up her ass and saluted her; she was so tough, year after year she had anal, and every year she was always eager for more.

  “Now it’s Christmas!” Greg declared as his arms slid round Courtney’s large round belly and he nuzzled her neck. I smiled happily, since Greg’s ‘Death’ two years ago, they had never been more in love, deciding even though Courtney was in her forties to have another child. Greg was scared to death if something did happen that Courtney needed more children around her to help her through life without him.

  Mason’s hands slipped around my waist and he pulled me off the stepladder and into his arms when someone switched off the room light and flicked on the Christmas ones.

  My heart swelled as the lights twinkled, my friends burst into a round of White Christmas and Mason held me close.

  I had never loved life or my husband more than I did right then. I didn’t take my life for granted. It was special to me, and Mason and my friends.

  “Merry Christmas, Katie,” I whispered as I always did when the tree went up. She had loved Christmas. Even when we were stood trying to keep warm round some burning boxes would she burst into Christmas song and encourage me to dance with her.

  “Speaking of Katie,” Mason grumbled in my ear. My shoulders slumped, knowing what was coming. “If that fucking leech touches her chest once more in front of me, I’m gonna make sure his dick is all prettied up in a red bow and laid right in line with my ice skates tomorrow.”

  Rolling my eyes, I huffed without turning to him, keeping my eyes on the tree. “Leave it, he’s important to her.”

  “Pfft,” he scoffed. “Baby, I know I’m bias but look at her, she’s the spit of you twenty years ago. She’s fucking stunning. There’s only one thing he wants from her.”

  “Mason,” I sighed, getting bored with his relentless hatred for Danny, Katie’s boyfriend who’d joined us for Christmas. “She’s twenty. I’m afraid she’s gonna be having sex . . .”

  A long choked sound droned from him and he jumped back, staring at me with wide eyes as his head shook from side to side. “Don’t!” he hissed, his face paling as he pointed his fing
er at me. “Don’t ever say that again.”

  I stared at him, my lips squashed together and my chest heaving as I tried to hold the laughter in at the state of his stricken face. I closed my eyes when he growled at me, his ever widening eyes horrified at my amusement.

  He stepped into me and I gulped. “We—never—utter—those—words—again!”

  I coughed, clearing my throat and nodded. “Okay, baby. I’m sorry. Katie doesn’t have sex . . .”

  “Yes I do!” Katie butted in when she heard me.

  Oh—Dear—God!

  Mason’s face turned into something Rudolph would be proud of. I’m sure I witnessed steam pouring from his ears as his teeth vibrated between his jaws.

  I gawped at Katie, shaking my head when Mason slowly turned towards Danny. She stilled, realizing what she’d just said. Luckily Katie and I had the close relationship where we talked about anything and everything. Both of us and the girls had had many a fun night getting drunk and having the usual girly discussions.

  However, to Mason she would always be his little girl that looked at him awestruck and played with dollies.

  Danny paled, witnessing for the first time my glorious bastard. Katie jumped in front of Danny, “But not with Danny, Dad. He’s . . .” She took a step backwards, pushing Danny further back when Mason zeroed his sights on Danny and growled, completely ignoring his daughter’s attempt to placate him. “ . . . very respectful!”

  “Mr Fox,” Danny attempted as he pulled Katie further in front of him. My eyes widened on him, that cowardly action would certainly not soothe Mason’s wrath. And it didn’t. Mason snarled loudly and took another wide step towards him, like an animal stalking its prey.

  Nate and George shifted quickly, both of them blocking Mason. “Xbox!” Greg shouted as Katie grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him quickly out of the room.

  Mason turned back to me, his eyes dark and suspicious. “Please tell me she hasn’t slept with that lanky streak of piss?”

  My mouth fell open. “Lanky streak of piss? Have you seen the muscles on his arms? And his arse is solid.”

  Shit!

  I grinned at him and took a step backwards, my back hitting Marcy who scuttled further back to accommodate me as Mason stalked towards me with his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down like a meerkat on amphetamines. “What?”