Nativity: Festive Novella (Heart of Stone #11)

Nativity

A

Heart
of Stone

Festive

Novella

D
H Sidebottom

Heart of Stone

Nativity

Copyright
© 2014

By
D H Sidebottom

This
book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to

actual
places, incidents and persons, living or dead,

is
purely coincidental.

Table of contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Epilogue

For
Vickie.

You
will always be Mrs Fox #2 and Mason will forever love you as much as I do.
Thank you for being there every step of the way with me and the Fox’s.

You
have no idea how much we love you for it!

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.