Resolution (Heart of Stone) (17 page)

All we girls
were in the hot tub, champagne and strawberries to hand as the men played
loudly and competitively on the Xbox.

“So… Ava”
Courtney started and I glanced at her cautiously, her tone mischievous and sly.

“What?” I
asked with narrow eyes and I glanced at Marcy but saw her staring at Courtney,
her curiosity already peaked.

 “I think
you have a certain someone wanting to join in your twosome tonight” she grinned
and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“What?” I
frowned and she rolled her eyes.

“Connor” she
whispered and I still shrugged.

“I have no
idea what you’re on about, Courtney.”

 She huffed and
gave me a ‘
Are you
stupid
’ expression. “I think he wants to join
you and Mason tonight… you know. I overheard him talking to Greg and Mason
earlier” she urged and my eyes widened in understanding.

“
What
?”
I gasped.

Marcy
spluttered on her champagne. “Courtney, I can assure you that won’t happen, for
one Mason won’t let anyone else touch me, you know how possessive he is; and
two, well I’m not really sure it’s what
I
want and isn’t he
your
third not mine?” I asked as I downed my glass to calm my nerves.

What the
hell? Had Mason asked him? I must admit I had enjoyed Connor watching but I was
sure I didn’t want anything else from him and I was positive Mason wouldn’t
allow it.

Courtney
shrugged. “But it was Mason’s idea to let him watch you last night” she
disclosed and Marcy spluttered again and I scowled at her.

“Fuck me”
she choked out, “My sex life is so fucking boring.” She giggled and Courtney
and I joined her, this being the least thing I expected from a shy Marcy.

“Does Sam
never… you know, suggest things or wanna spice things up?” I asked her and she
shook her head.

“No, sometimes
it pisses me off how ‘reserved’ he thinks I am but hell, every girl wants to
spice things up now and again. Sometimes I like it rough, hard and fast you
know” she confessed and I cringed at her as I saw Sam stood behind her and I
couldn’t determine his expression.

Courtney
gulped and shifted her eyes at Marcy who frowned but shrugged and carried on;
obviously the champagne had lowered her inhibitions.

“You know
sometimes I fantasize about things. Stuff like threesomes but with a girl… god,
I’d love that” she admitted miles away in her own imagination and me and
Courtney stared at each other.

Apparently
Marcy wasn’t the innocent everybody took her for. “Hell, I’ve never even had
anal” she divulged on a whisper and I slowly started to sink further into the
water as Mason, Greg and Connor were now listening on Marcy’s supposed private
conversation.

“I mean
Courtney, it must be so fucking hot having a cock in your pussy while one’s
pounding your arse, tell me, is it?” Courtney looked horrified as her eyes
flicked to Sam.

I could see
Greg, Mason and Connor trying desperately to hold in their laughter as Marcy’s
jaw slackened even more and I suddenly realised how much champagne she had
drunk as she tipped the bottle up and it was empty.

“God, I bet
Sam would love to have another woman’s mouth round his cock while I licked
her…”  

“MARCY!” I
squealed before she could embarrass herself further. She turned to me wide eyed
as she realised what was happening.

I could have
died for her as she slowly turned and came face to face with Sam’s dark look. She
gulped loudly and then smiled nervously. “Hi” she croaked and I bit my lip for
her embarrassment.

 “Out!” he
growled and I looked away, not wanting to witness her humiliation. She gulped
and stood up slowly, climbing out carefully as she wobbled after an angry Sam.

We all sat
quiet and then Courtney spluttered and broke the silence and soon we were all
laughing hysterically. “Shit, poor Marcy” I choked out as the men climbed in
the hot tub.

“Lucky Sam”
Greg chuckled and me and Courtney looked at him but he shrugged. “She’s willing
to let another woman into her bed, there’s not many that would do that… men
yeah cos’ it’s not as much of a jealousy issue but another woman… Damn that’s
hot.”

Courtney
raised her eyes at him in amazement and I could feel Mason cringe as he slid
underneath me so I was sat on his lap. “Oops” he whispered in my ear and I
tried to hide my giggle.

“So you’d
like to fuck another woman?” Courtney asked acidly and Greg’s eyes widened when
he realised what he’d said.

I could see
Connor trying to supress his own laughter and I bit my lip harshly to contain
mine. “No Baby, I didn’t mean that” he defended.

“But you
just said it was hot having another woman in your bed.” I could see her getting
upset and my heart ached for her.

I know how
she felt because I would feel the same, hell I’d witnessed Mason screwing
another woman and it hurt like hell, in fact it rips you in two.

“I’ve gotta
agree with Courtney here” I jumped in, trying to defend my best friend. “I’ve
witnessed the love of your life, your soul mate, screwing another woman” I
stated bluntly.

I felt Mason
tense beneath me. “And I can tell you now, it hurts like fucking hell, it rips
every single part of you open to bleed all over. Your heart actually feels like
it shatters, the pain is so intense and devastating” I declared, now aware of
my own intoxication loosening my mouth.

“And all you
can think about after is… is, was she better than me? Did he enjoy it more than
with me? And when you’re making love after, you keep thinking if he’s imagining
I’m her? That it’s her underneath him and how much pleasure he gave her when
that should have belonged to me” I finished quietly as I realised everybody was
staring at me.

I nibbled on
my finger and shrugged. “Baby…” Mason whispered as his embrace tightened round
me. “Why didn’t you tell me, Ava?” he asked softly as he grabbed my jaw and
turned my face to his. I shook my head and turned away from him, reaching for
the other bottle of champagne.

I saw the
others staring at me intently and I blushed, suddenly aware of how much I’d
disclosed about how I felt.

I had only
ever told Nate what his betrayal had made me feel and now, here in front of
Mason and my other friends I felt foolish and ashamed.

Greg stood
up. “Come on you two, bed time” he stated and they all stood and left us alone
and I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming but he was silent for a long time
and I started to feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry”
I whispered and he stilled.

“What for?”
he asked softly.

I shrugged,
“I shouldn’t have said that in front of the others.”

He sighed
heavily. “No” he said sternly and I flinched. “You should have told
me.
”
From the tone in his voice I could tell he was angry with me and I slid off his
knee and stood, reaching for a towel and wrapped it around me as Mason remained
still and didn’t even look at me.

I quietly
padded in to the house and climbed the stairs. I sighed as I heard giggling
coming from Courtney’s room and then my eyes widened as I heard Marcy’s giggle
from the same room. I stood stock still as I then heard Sam moan and Greg’s
laughter.

I chuckled
to myself, glad they’d all sorted things out as I opened the door to mine and Mason’s
room and gasped when I saw Connor laid flat out naked on the bed.

“What the
Fuck?” I jolted backwards and slammed into Mason’s chest. I turned my wide eyed
face to his as he pushed me gently into the room and closed the door behind him.
“What the hell is going on?” I rasped as my throat instantly dried and started
to close up.

“I thought
you deserved a treat, baby” Mason breathed in my ear and I frowned.

“What?” I
asked, hoping this wasn’t going where I thought it was.

Connor stood
up and stalked over to me until he was directly in front of me and pressing his
hard body up against my breasts. “Mason thought you might like a little extra
cock tonight, Ava” he whispered and I gulped, my body froze and my mouth hung
open.

I couldn’t
find the courage to make my vocal chords work. “Tell me baby. You want my cock
buried deep in your arse while Connor fucks your hot wet pussy?” Mason growled
in my ear and I could feel from his warm breath whispering along my already hot
cheeks.

Connor
ground his erection into my stomach, his sheer height forbidding him anywhere
near where he wanted to be and he cupped my jaw as he tipped my head back. “I
can’t wait to sink my rock hard dick into you Ava, to make you scream in
ecstasy while Mason ploughs into that tight fucking ass of yours.”

I bit my lip
as my body electrified with my arousal but I was so mad at Mason for not
discussing this with me first.

I was frozen
in shock at his thoroughly wrong perception. Connors hand came up slowly and he
undid the twist of the towel and his eyes followed it to the floor. He licked
his lips in appreciation as his eyes feasted on my breasts and then he ran his
finger along the edge of my bikini bra as Mason’s hand slipped into the bottoms.

“Move your
fucking hands now” I finally managed to spit out. Mason’s hand froze and Connor
narrowed his eyes on me. “NOW!” I demanded; my breathing hard and erratic.

They both
retreated and Connor held his hands up. “Sorry babe, just following orders” he
stated and picking his shorts up off the floor, he left the room, shutting the
door quietly behind him.

I was still
frozen in the same spot, my anger immobilising me and rooting me to the spot.

“Ava?” Mason
whispered nervously as he appeared in front of me, his expression hard but
cautious.

I rolled my
eyes to his and glared at him. “Did you not think to ask if I wanted this before
you just threw it on me?” I asked slowly and quietly and I could tell from his
flinch that he knew I was beyond angry. “How Dare you?” I spat at him as I
stomped to the wardrobe and pulled out a blanket and made my way over to the
door.

“I’m sorry
baby, I just thought… I just… Hell I thought it’s what you wanted” he begged
and I snorted.

“Did you
hear a damn word I said down there in the tub?” I asked him incredulously.

He frowned
at me. “But that was another woman” he stated obtrusively.

“Yes Mason
but how do you think
you
would feel tomorrow morning when your dicks not
hard and the little niggling thoughts crash your brain and you start thinking
‘Did she like the taste of him better?’ “Did she like his dick in her?’ ‘Did he
make her come harder than I ever have?’ Hmm? What about then Mason?”

I was livid
at him. “Something as important as a threesome should be discussed and pre
agreed between both of us. Just because Courtney and Greg engage in them
doesn’t mean that I’d automatically want to and I’m fucking surprised you’d
want to watch me being fucked by another man! What the hell is wrong with you?”
I slammed.

He narrowed
his eyes on me. “But you enjoyed him watching you, Ava” I shook my head in
incredulity.

“I think
there’s a bit of a difference between having someone watch you to someone fuck
you” I scoffed and then I cocked my head as a thought occurred to me. “Did you
want him to join us for your pleasure or mine?” I asked hesitantly and he
frowned at me.

“I don’t
understand” he stated and I narrowed my eyes on him as I saw his eyes flicker
with something.

“Oh my God,
you did!” I declared with my mouth wide and my jaw dropped.

He glowered
at me and his fists clenched angrily. “Don’t go there, Ava” he warned, his eyes
flashing fiercely and it suddenly occurred to me what tonight was actually
about.

“That’s it
isn’t it?” I breathed as I sank onto the edge of the bed.

“OH FUCK OFF
AVA” he bellowed as he stormed out of the door.

I knew I’d
hit the nail on the head but I wasn’t sure if he wanted Connor with us for the
plan of me in the middle or Mason in the middle.

I slumped on
to the bed in astonishment and I knew the answer to the question without asking
him and it floored me. My mouth dried at the realisation of what Mason wanted
tonight but now I needed to know if he had wanted to just experiment or it was
something he craved because if it was the latter then our relationship was in
deep shit!

I had
climbed in to bed an hour after Mason had disappeared and he had not yet
returned but I was tossing and turning wondering where he was.

We had to
sort this out, it was an important point of our relationship and I was more
considerate and open than he thought I was. If it was something he just wanted
to explore just to try and sate his imagination then I’m sure we could sort
something out but if he was out rightly denying his sexuality then we had a
problem.

I considered
our sexual relationship and I couldn’t for the life of me imagine him being homosexual;
our passion was hot, intense, primal and mind blowing.

 “Jesus” I
groaned and flung the covers back. Wearing just my shorts and vest, knowing the
others were asleep I crept downstairs and fixed myself a coffee.

As I leaned
against the counter and dropped my head in my hands I heard a crash behind me
and I spun round to see Mason stumbling through the front door.

“
Shit!”
I cursed as I remained still when he staggered past the doorway but he spotted
me and halted.

I held my
breath in preparation and realised he was drugged up as soon as his eyes landed
on me. He cocked his head and curled his lip at me, “Well, Well, if it isn’t Miss
prim and proper” he sneered.

I groaned,
realising he’d had a big hit and he was in an angry and mocking mood. Sighing,
I decided to leave him to it but as I pushed past him he gripped the top of my
arm and slung me up against the wall.

Okay!
Think… think Ava!

“You think
you’re too good for me don’t you? Like you’re better than the rest of us even
though you grew up on the fucking streets with fucking nothing” he sneered as
he pushed me further into the wall, both of his hands now gripping hard on the
tops of my arms.

“Mason, let
me go Baby” I said calmly but he reared back and scoffed.

“Baby?
Baby?” he laughed hysterically and I bit my lip at his cold treatment. He
stopped laughing abruptly and his fingers gripped my hair, yanking roughly and
I winced in pain.

“Mason,
please” I whimpered.

His mouth
crashed over mine as he kissed me roughly and harshly, his teeth biting firmly
on my lower lip.

I tried to
turn my face away but he gripped my jaw cruelly and turned my face back to his
as he forced his lips on mine again. “Fucking kiss me!” he demanded.

I swallowed
heavily. “Mason, no” I hissed but he seemed to be lost in a place of his own,
even though he was kissing me with open eyes, he wasn’t seeing me and I
wondered if he actually knew I was there.

His tongue
licked down my jaw and onto my neck and I tensed knowing what was coming. “You
love my bite don’t you Ava, you need it cause you’re a dirty little bitch
aren’t you?” he slurred, “It makes you fucking hot and ready doesn’t it? For
how fucking rough you take it!” he growled.

I cried out
in pain as he sunk his teeth deeply into my throat and I could feel his teeth pierce
my skin but he carried on sinking down and I cried out in pain again, my toes
curling and my brain screaming inside my head at the pain.

Struggling
underneath him, I froze as his hands started pulling at my shorts.

“No Mason,
Nooo” I shouted at him but he held me against the wall with his heavy frame and
wrenched at my shorts. My hands were now free and I pushed at his chest but he
was too damn strong. “MASON NO. Don’t do this, baby” I pleaded as he had my shorts
around my ankles and he started to unzip himself.

“I’m gonna
fuck you fast and fucking hard, just the way you like to be taken” he snarled
and I started to panic.

“Mason,
please” I whimpered as he grabbed one of my thighs and lifted it up. “Noooo
please” I sobbed as I begged him to stop.

His fingers
twisted cruelly in my hair as he pulled my head to the side and bit into my
neck as he thrust into me painfully and brutally, his fingers clawing at me as
though he was trying to climb inside me and tear away my soul.

I was
sobbing and struggling. “Mason no don’t do this” I pleaded as I sobbed but he
grunted and thrust into me as he continued to take chunks out of my neck and
shoulder, his fingers digging into my thigh painfully as his other hand tugged
harder on my hair and I’m sure he ripped a chunk out.

 He thrust
deeply and then stilled and came violently inside me as he cried out as if in
pain but by then I had shut down, closed it off and climbed inside my own head.

He pulled
out of me and I sagged to the floor in a crumpled heap, whimpering and sobbing
as I curled into myself. I could feel the blood trickling down my neck, the
wincing sting in the bites and the throb in my hair follicles… or the missing
hair follicles, and the soreness between my legs at being taken roughly without
being aroused.

He crouched
down in front of me and cocked his head to one side. “Don’t cry, baby” he said
softly as he stroked the hair off my face and stroked my cheek lovingly with
his fingers.

A loud
choked sob tore from me at the tenderness in his voice and my heart broke; for
me or him I wasn’t sure.

“WHAT THE
FUCK!!!” I heard Greg thunder as the kitchen light flicked on.

“Hey” Mason
smiled and swayed, clinging on to the table for support. “Aww baby, he missed
it” he laughed as he slumped into a chair. “Ava likes people to watch us fuck”
he told Greg with a smirk.

 Greg’s wide
eyes shifted from Mason and then back to me and then returned to Mason. “What
the fuck have you done?” he stuttered and then his brain kicked into gear.
“COURTNEY” he hollered and I saw Mason jolt at the volume.

Greg
crouched in front of me. “You okay, Ava?” he asked gently, his pain and
sympathy evident in his tight expression as he tenderly pushed my hair off my
face.

I just
raised my wide wet eyes to his and he saw my neck and swiped his thumb across
the blood. “Ava did he… did he?” He was struggling to ask but I nodded
frantically at him and I started to sob as I saw Courtney racing towards me.

 “Fuck, Ava.”
She took one look at me and her face darkened and her eyes glazed over as her
breathing slowed and her lips tightened on her face. She spun round and flew
for Mason, pummelling him and screaming at him.

“YOU FUCKING
BASTARD!” she roared and I saw Sam and Connor stare at me and then to Mason and
as realisation dawned Sam closed his eyes and groaned.

 Courtney
was still kicking the shit out of Mason and he just cowered with his arms
covering his face and Sam came over to me, scooping me up as Greg tried to pull
Courtney off Mason.

Connor
picked up my shorts and followed behind us, his face full of pity. “I’m so
sorry Ava, I should never have left you” he apologised but I just stared at
him. I was numb and I was fucking glad I was numb. I didn’t want to feel, I
didn’t want to think and I didn’t want to acknowledge what my lover, my soul
mate, my man had just done to me.

Courtney
appeared beside me, her face pale and streaked with tears as Sam laid me on my
bed and Courtney went to run me a bath.

“Watch her
while I run the bath” she ordered and Sam looked at me then at the doorway as
Greg bellowed for him.

“Go, I’ll
watch her” Connor said and Sam scuttled off.

I heard the
front door slam and I cringed, knowing what Sam and Greg would do to Mason. I
was still vacant and empty; glad that my emotions weren’t demanding an audience.

“Is he on
coke?” Connor asked quietly and I raised my eyes to his. I nodded hesitantly
and he sighed, his eyes full of concern and guilt. “I should never have left
you with him” he admitted but I couldn’t answer as realisation dawned on me.

I was more
hurt by the fact that he’d gone out and scored than by what he’d done to me.
The coke always made him like this and I knew tomorrow he’d have no
recollection of what he had done tonight but I’m sure the beating Greg and Sam
would by now be delivering would be a reminder to him for a while. Why the fuck
had he needed to get high? We just rowed like every other fucking couple, yes
it was a bad argument but it wasn’t a relationship threatening one. Where the
hell had he got the coke from? Surely he wouldn’t know anybody around here, we
were miles from home and it was Greg’s cottage not Mason’s but then it clicked.

I shot up
and pulled on my shorts and raced down the stairs and out of the front door, a
panicking Connor and a now awake Marcy, hot on my tail as I ran over to Mason’s
car and pulled at the door handle, hoping it wasn’t locked and sighing in
relief when the door opened.

Scanning the
interior I leaned over and opened the glove box before rummaging through it,
pulling papers, CD’s and various objects out but no luck with the drugs.

I searched
through the inside, lifting the carpets and opening each of the various little
storage compartments.

 “Ava, What
are you doing Honey?” But I didn’t hear her in my mission.

“Where the
fuck are they Mason?” I asked myself as my eyes frantically searched the car. I
noticed a section of the centre console didn’t look flush against the next
section and I narrowed my eyes on it.

Skimming my
eyes over the wreck I had caused in the car I grabbed the penknife I had found
in the glove box, knowing the action I used it for was the reason Mason kept it
in the car.

 Prising it
into the crack of plastic I levered it and the section flipped open to reveal a
small clear plastic bag full of white powder.

“HA! There
you are” I growled and whipped it up and raced back upstairs and hid it under
my underwear, Connor and Marcy just followed me silently around the house and
Courtney popped her head around the door.

“Baths ready,
babe” she said and I nodded and walked in closing the door behind me. Courtney
cocked her head at me and sighed. “Was he high?” She asked and I nodded as I
climbed out of my clothes and climbed in the bath.

She had
already prepared an antiseptic wash for my neck and as I lay back, my head
resting against the edge of the tub she swept my hair back and started to clean
the bites. I winced at every swipe and Courtney silently seethed at the state
of me.

My thigh was
covered in a huge purple bruise outlining Mason’s fingers where he had gripped
me, my neck had four savage bites that had pierced the skin and one more on my
shoulder but it wasn’t these that caused the pain, it was his betrayal of
scoring a hit and getting high that hurt me. I was so mad at him. He promised
me no more but when the going gets tough he’d rather just blot everything out
instead of talking about it.

“Jesus Ava,
he’s gone too far this time” She declared and I just shifted my eyes to hers,
my neck too sore to rotate.

“He was high
Courtney” I defended and her eyes widened on me.

“Don’t you
fucking dare, Ava” she growled angrily but I sighed.

“Mason’s
having some… some issue’s at the moment and we rowed, he couldn’t handle it so
he took a hit” I told her, “He didn’t mean it Courtney, he didn’t even realise
what was happening.”

She stood up
swiftly, her hands clenched along with her jaw. “FOR FUCKS SAKE AVA!” she
roared. “When are you gonna fucking wake up and see this fucked up relationship
for what it is?” she bellowed at me and I cringed. She was furious and I could
see a vein twitching in her neck.

“Courtney,
please” I pleaded.

“No Ava, no
fucking more. Do you hear me? NO. FUCKING. MORE!” She turned away, her eyes
full of tears as she slammed the bathroom door shut behind her.

I sat up and
hugged my knees to me and pulled in a long quivering breath. What the hell was
I going to do? I hadn’t anticipated just how addicted Mason was. His obvious
need and craving to score at every single little problem in his life made me
realise he had a serious problem and I didn’t know who to turn to.

I was going
to have to phone George for advice and hoped he would understand without flying
off the handle. I had worked out that Mason had been snorting little amounts
all day and I wondered if he had been high when he asked Connor to share our
bed, it would make sense and it would give him the courage to open his mind to
what he wanted.

I suddenly
realised I wanted to see Nate, he always listened to what I had to say without
his emotions erupting all over the place. He understood me and listened to me
and I knew I couldn’t expect Courtney to take this on her shoulders; she was
pregnant and didn’t need her stress levels any higher.

I climbed
out of the bath and went in search of my phone and sat on the bed as I dialled
his number, cringing when I realised what the time was.