The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (15 page)

His tongue swept the length of my groove, lapping at my arousal as he murmured his approval. My hands fell in his hair and tugged as he worked me into a frenzy, his tongue expertly labouring on me.

“
NATE!
” I cried as he slipped his finger into me and ignited my orgasm. My fingers clenched in his hair and my legs buckled as he slowly worked me down, his hands on my hips to support me.

Making his way back up slowly he kissed me thoroughly, his tongue vigorously playing with mine. I could taste my arousal on this lips, reigniting my lust.

“Put your legs round me Liv,” he demanded in a growl as he placed his arm under my bottom to lift me. Swinging my legs over his hips, I grasped him with my thighs and lowered my hand between us to position his cock at my entrance.

“Condom, baby?” Nate rasped while suckling on my neck.

“Are you clean?” I managed to ask him.

“Yeah, are you on birth control?” he asked, looking to face me.

“I haven’t slept with anyone for ten years Nate and I can’t get pregnant. I need to feel you baby, I need you bare,” I informed him, rotating my hips to tell him I couldn’t wait any longer.

Fixing my eyes with his intense gaze, he impaled me in one brutal thrust. “
Shit”
he grated through his teeth as I cried out, my head flung back and banged against the tiled wall of the shower.

“You okay Angel?” he struggled to ask between his fixed jaw.

I nodded, my breath coming in short sharp pants as my arms rested on his shoulders.

“Wait,” he commanded as he opened the cubicle door and stepped out into the bathroom, his arm still under my backside to support me.

I clung to him as he exited the bathroom and made his way across the landing towards my bedroom, both of us dripping everywhere. As he entered my room, he walked us over to the bed and lowered us onto it, my back to the mattress with him braced atop me. “Okay?” he questioned.

Nodding my head at him, unable to form words, I pulled him down for a kiss, my fingers lacing in his hair. Groaning he started moving in slow thrusts. “You still feel so good baby, I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he gazed at me, still slowly plunging in and out of me.

I could feel his piercing as it swiped up and down my internal walls, softly stroking my G-Spot, swiftly kindling my lust. “Faster Nate,” I pleaded as I lifted my hips up to meet his rhythm.

He increased his speed, driving deep into me as I clawed his back and wrapped my legs tightly around him, never wanting to let him go. “You. Want. It. Hard. Baby?” he ground out between each lunge.

“God! Yes!” I screamed at him as he pounded relentlessly, filling me to the hilt with each powerful stroke. My fingernails dug into his back and I bit into his shoulder as he guided me into a formidable orgasm, the air in the room closing in as I struggled to catch a breath, my toes curling so tightly I thought they were going to snap.

“LIV!” he roared as he met his own forceful climax, bucking into me, his face screwed tight. “
FUCK!
” he snarled breathing wildly, sweat dripping off his face and lining his back under my grip.

He rested his forehead against mine. “Jesus fucking Christ Liv,” he panted. “I’d forgotten how fucking mind-blowing we are together.”

He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him and slipped his arm around me, drawing me close. “I love you Angel,” he declared, kissing me softly on my head and bringing my fingers to the tattoo on his chest.

“I love you too Nate. I never stopped,” I confessed, reaching up and kissing him softly.

Interloping his fingers with mine he rested his lips on my brow. “You’re so beautiful, Angel. Sometimes I can’t breathe when I look at you. You make me whole, baby and I can’t let you go again now, it would rip me in two to watch you walk away.”

“I don’t want you to let me go. I’m afraid of what you mean to me. I can’t be hurt again Nate, but I need you,” I confided.

“I won’t ever hurt you baby. I would never lay a finger on you Liv!” he said sincerely.

I wasn’t concerned that Nate would ever hit me, it was the emotional pain I was worried about, especially when I told him about Jay.

Chapter Eleven

WHEN I WOKE, the sun was streaming through the curtained window, a sure sign that it was going to be a hot, sunny day. The other side of the mattress was cold and empty.

Rising from the bed, I wrapped my robe around me and went downstairs in search of Nate.

I could hear music playing loudly so I knew he hadn’t left. Entering the kitchen, I saw him stood against the worktop in just his trousers, his bare back to me. He didn’t hear me approach over the music.

Oh wow!
He had a huge tattoo on his back. It was stunning. An Angel spread the width of his broad shoulder blades, her enormous wings spanning from his left shoulder to his right one; the feathers so delicately inked that it made you want to reach out and touch their softness. The angel was naked, her face upturned as if pleading to the heavens, her perfect, bare breasts highlighted to perfection. Her eyes were closed as in exquisite pleasure and her long, wavy hair illustrated to precision, emphasizing each silky strand. As I got nearer to him, I could see numbers running down the side of the Angel’s leg ’22.12.89.’

He must have heard me gasp because he spun round to me, his slow, sexy smile playing on his mouth. “Good Morning, Beautiful” He leaned down and kissed me softly, his hand slipping around my waist to pull me nearer.

“Hi.” I smiled shyly.

“I’ve made you breakfast, Angel,” he grinned. “Only pancakes.”

“Speaking of Angels. She’s beautiful, Nate.”

His grin widened. “She’s
very
beautiful, Liv” he corrected. His fingers cupped my chin and tilted my head back so he could look in my eyes. “That’s because she’s you, Angel.”

“What?”
I asked, shocked.

“I had her inked when I realised I was never gonna see you again. An eternal reminder of you,” he professed, the love and sadness displayed in his eyes.

“I didn’t think you would remember our date.” I smiled fondly.

“I’d never forget it, Liv. It was the first time I saw your beautiful eyes, your radiant face. The first time I ever kissed you,” he whispered, stroking his thumb across my lips.

“Breakfast,” he demanded, more to himself than me. “Sit.”

As we ate, we chatted comfortably, both of us at ease with each other. “What do you want to do today?” he inquired.

“Aren’t you working, you always work!”

“I thought I’d take a day off.” Raising his eyebrows he challenged me to argue.

“Well whatever you want really, I’m easy,” I replied as his eyebrows lifted higher. “Oh, ha, ha,” I rolled my eyes, finishing my last mouthful of pancake before leaning back into my chair. “Don’t forget it’s Bob from wages retirement tonight,”

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Do we have to go? I want you all to myself tonight,” he appealed with a pout.

“You’ve got to go Nate, you’re his boss!” I laughed. “Anyway, I shall leave today’s plans with you, your choice.”

“I have an idea.” He smiled to himself. “But first, there’s something we need to take care of!”

“Oh?” I asked with a frown.

He rose from his chair and came to stand in front of me. “This,” he said, lowering the zip on his trousers and releasing his heavy cock, taking it in his own hand and working it. “I have a desire to fuck your mouth, baby,” he informed me, seriously. “Open!”

* * *

An hour later Nate had gone home to change and grab some things, informing me he would pick me up at lunchtime. Making the most of the silent, empty house, I ran a bath and lazed away for most of the morning.

Realizing I hadn’t checked my phone since yesterday lunchtime and went in search of it. Retrieving it from my bag, I found there were twelve missed called from the unknown caller.
What the fuck!?
Thirteen missed calls from Nate dated yesterday after our argument at work and a text from Beth dated this morning.

BETH:

Hey babe, still on for lunch 2moro?

Xxx

After replying to Beth, I sat frowning at the call log for the unknown caller; sixteen missed calls, three answered and one declined. It was obviously a prank caller and if it carried on I was going to have to contact my service provider for a number change, something that would be a pain in the arse. My phone trilled in my hand; a text from Nate.

NATE:

Hey baby, pick u up in 30 mins

ILY xxxx

ME:

Hey, ok

ILY2 xxxx

Still in the robe I’d put on after my bath, I rushed up to dress. The heat of the day was already stifling so I decided on short jean cut-off’s and a plain white vest. Tying my hair in a high bunch and applying lip gloss, I grabbed my bag but left my phone behind, not wanting any interruptions while I had Nate to myself for the afternoon.

I heard Nate pip and rushing out and locking the door, I hurried down the driveway but stopped to a halt halfway. Nate was sat in a highly polished, vivid red Ferrari FF grinning widely at my open mouthed gape.

He removed himself from the car in one smooth fluid movement, looking like a God in his own cut-off jeans, white t-shirt and aviator sunglasses then stalked round the car to the passenger door, opening it and signalling with his hands for me to climb in.

Passing my battered, fifteen year old little Mini I patted her bonnet and nodded sadly to her. “Betty says she in love.” I raised my eyebrows at him, “and now when she’s lovesick she won’t want to take me to work. I’m going to become poor and destitute and it’s entirely your fault for being a show-off!” I teased with a stern look.

“Baby,” Nate pouted sympathetically. “I shall have to park ‘Virgil’ beside Betty forever so she won’t get lovesick. But that means staying by your side forever too as we won’t be able to leave the house ever again in case we disturb their love making.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “But then again, being confined in your house with you twenty four seven, trying to find something to keep us busy, actually sounds fuckin’ marvellous.”

Laughing, I gave him a shake of my head. “Virgil?” I snickered.

“Hey, watch your mouth around him, he’s very sensitive about his name,” he whispered with mock sincerity as I slid into the low seat.

The interior was immensely luxurious, an indication of its hefty price tag; the immaculate black and red styling gave it a flashy look. The plush leather seat hugged my body as I sank; its reassurance that it would take care of me on the journey.

“
Nice,”
I whistled through my teeth as Nate took the seat beside me.

“0 to 120 Mph in 10 seconds Baby,” he stated proudly with a gleam in his eyes.

“He’s not as roomy as Betty though,” I baited as my eyes raked over the interior while I tried to stifle a giggle.

He looked at me, his eyebrows hitting his hairline as he gave me an affronted scowl. “You won’t want to test drive him then if he’s not up to your standards, will you?” He shrugged his shoulders, feigning indifference.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
I spluttered, my eyes wide in shock.

“Well, I was gonna let you drive him back but you’ll probably struggle to fit your
extra-long legs
behind the wheel,” he goaded, poking fun at my short height.

“Do you know it’s really hard driving while somebody’s crushing your bollocks, Nate,” I posed, pursing my lips at him.

“Sorry,” he grovelled, faking a reprimanded look.

I settled into the ride, taking in the scenery as Nate whizzed us off to some undisclosed destination. I could sense his relaxed and contented mood as we drove in silence, his excitement in the confines of the car were contagious.

We had been travelling for about forty minutes when he pulled into some park gates, drove down a long winding gravel road and pulled into a car park.

“Thought we’d have a picnic in the park Angel, okay?”

“Sure, I haven’t done that since we were at uni together.” I beamed; now glad I had worn shorts and vest if we were to be out in the sunshine.

“You never had a picnic with James and the kids?”

I lowered my eyes. “No, James hated picnics and he wouldn’t allow me out on my own, only to go to work to earn him some beer money,” I told him, embarrassed by my obvious dominated relationship with James.

“Really?” He frowned and then stroked my cheek in a loving gesture. “Well it’s just our special thing then.” Smiling back at him, I reached for the door handle. “Wait!” he barked, making me jump.

“Nate! You don’t have to keep getting the door for me, you know!” I laughed.

“Yes I do, Liv,” he scolded as he slipped out of the car.

Coming round and opening my door he gave me his hand to pull me from the low level of the sports car. Hauling me up, he pulled me into a hug and placed a kiss in my hair. “I Love you, Angel.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled in close.

“I Love you too, Nate,” I professed back to him as we stood silently holding each other.

Planting a kiss on my forehead he released me and walked round to the car boot and extracted a large wicker picnic basket. “We have gone up in the world. A definite upgrade from our university Tupperware containers.” I grinned at him.

“Hopefully the contents will be better too,” he chuckled, grabbing my hand as we walked through the park in search of a quiet location.

Due to the fine clear day the park was packed, making it difficult to find a decent spot. We eventually found a secluded area under a shadowed tree and Nate prepared our little haven, complete with blanket, luxurious food and chilled wine.

“Wow.” I flashed him a delighted smile and sat on the blanket. Passing me a glass of wine, he raised his glass and tapped it against mine. “To us,” he toasted.

“To our future,” I saluted back with a small smile.

We dug into the food as we talked, laughed and gossiped about work colleagues and when we’d finished, Nate settled back against the tree while I straddled lazily over his legs as we kissed and talked.

“Can I see you tomorrow for lunch?” he asked, fiddling with the strap of my vest.

“Aww, I’ve already made plans with Beth. We usually spend Sundays together because she can’t cook and the kids are always at my mother’s.”