The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (231 page)

I grabbed her hair and pulled her to my groin, pleading silently that she would hurry the fuck up and take my mind to a different place; somewhere where
she
wasn’t.

I gasped and my head fell back, bumping softly against the padded bedhead when yielding warm lips sheathed my shaft and started the pleasure ride.

It wasn’t the same. It was never the same. Never.

“Harder!” I demanded as I took hold of her head and started to control each of her plunges, causing her teeth to scrape across the swollen head of my dick and generate a slight jerk in my gut. I pulled in a hiss of air when she moaned, the vibration of it quivering around my hardness and drawing in my balls.

Connor caught my eyes as he mounted her from behind, his eyes hard and questioning but I looked away and dropped my gaze to Heather’s mouth sliding up and down my shaft, “That’s it baby, harder, make me feel you.”

She met my demand and started to pull on me, the draw broke my train of thought and I tightened my hands in her hair when the shot of ecstasy fired up my spine and jolted my synapses with a blast of pleasure. “That’s it, good girl but don’t make me come, Heather. I want to be inside you, stretching you wide when I come.”

She moaned again and I smirked as Connor glared at me with an intense hunger, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip as he pumped into Heather, his hips slamming against her arse as he demanded my attention. “And you,” I said to him through my teeth as Heather cupped my balls and ran her fingernails over my scrotum. “I want you inside me at the same time.”

Heather gasped and looked up at me with a perplexed look. I smiled and held her chin, pulling her away from my cock before I exploded in her mouth. “Just roll with it, sweetheart.”

She sighed in acceptance, her arousal letting her go with the flow, as Connor pulled out and manoeuvred her on the bed until she was lying flat beside me.

“I need sheathing” I said to Connor as I wrapped my hand around my dick and waited for him to rip open the condom packet and move towards me.

A rumbling tore through my chest when he started to roll it on, his deft fingers expertly teasing me whilst he worked the rubber over my erect cock. Heather was watching our intimate interaction with both interest and lust as Connor slammed his mouth over mine and managed me with a deep sensual kiss, his tongue twisting and flicking against mine as he continued to wrap the condom over me. He pulled back and shot Heather a sharp glance before cupping my chin and turned my face towards her as he rested his mouth against my ear, “Fuck her Kade, fuck her hard whilst I fill your tight arse with my cock. I wanna feel you come hard and grip my dick like a vice.”

All the air left my lungs as he murmured his final words. “I want you to forget her, Kade. You need to forget her.”

I growled at him, my anger at his insight ruling me as I grabbed him by the throat but he smirked at me, his eyes showing me just how much he liked my aggressive hold. “Don’t ever mention her, Connor.
Ever!”

He grinned at me as his eyes shot with empathy, “I never mentioned her, Kade, so how do you know who I’m talking about?”

All my muscles tensed as I fought against the need to tear him to bits, his reckless words driving an overwhelming need through me as they conjured more desires and burning recollections. “Just . . .” I swallowed as my body sagged and I relaxed with the hurt that flowed through me, giving in to it as I welcomed the pain for a change and forced it to keep my heart beating. “Just fuck me Connor, please.”

He frowned at my conceding tone as his hard gaze diminished and compassion took over. “You really did love her.”

“Stop! Just fucking stop!”

He exhaled heavily, his lips tightening slightly as my appeal gave away my feelings but he gave me a single nod and knelt back. His eyes deepened, the soft hazel brown of them darkening into liquid chocolate as he pulled off the condom he had used for Heather and rolled on a fresh one.

He jerked his head, instructing me over to Heather without words and I instantly climbed above her, my desperation to forget driving the urgency in me. She looked up at me but I didn’t see
her.
I never saw any of
them.
I never had sex with
them.
It was the only thing that kept me hard. I closed my eyes and pushed inside her as the beautiful face and deep green eyes now peered up at me from below, Heather’s face morphing into another as I pulled out slowly, let the images wrap around me and then slammed back in, knocking her further up the bed as my anger controlled my fucking.

I stilled as Connor pulled my arse cheeks apart and reamed my backside with his tongue. “No lube.”

“What?” he asked with surprise but I peered at him over my shoulder.

“Just fuck me, Connor. Now.”

His tongue pushed his cheek out but I glared at him, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t you just do what I want without scrutinising my every word?”

His face tightened with his fury but I fed from it as Heather lifted her hips and ground her pelvis against mine, her desire for stimulation aggravating her as she waited for Connor and me to sort through our shit. “Wait!” I snarled at her and she stilled immediately.

“Sorry” she whispered and I sighed, giving her a soft smile as stroked my thumb across her prominent cheek bone.

“Nah sweetheart, I’m sorry, ignore me.”

She smiled back and I shivered as her face once more transformed into another but I accepted it and rolled my hips, giving a little stimulation as she waited patiently.

I scowled at Connor as he coated his cock with lube but he scowled back and I soon forgot about my anger as the tip of his cock pressed against my arse. “You want it Kade, then you get it how I give it.”

I jerked and bucked sharply into Heather as his wide cock slid inside me, burning and stinging me as he pushed deeper and deeper. I remained motionless, my face tight and my eyes closed as I relaxed and accepted him, at the same time as Heather’s cunt twitched around me with her arousal surge and her eyes watched Connor take me.

“Open your eyes, I wanna see you.”

I opened them and blinked at the gentleness in Heather’s words. “Watching both of you, it’s so hot.” She lifted her hips again, begging me to move and fuck her and this time I relented. It wasn’t fair on her, she didn’t need my fucked-upness to leave her frustrated and feeling undesired.

“You like knowing that Connor’s cock is in my ass?”

Her eyes fired with heat as she nodded, “Yes.”

Connor moved inside me, his dick driving deep and filling me to the hilt and a fierce ache gripped my stomach and hardened my dick further.

I took Heather’s hands in one of my own and lifted them above her head, holding her tightly and pinning her down as I pushed back on Connor, then as he pushed back in I plunged deep into Heather’s warm wet pussy. “You like that?” I asked her when her eyes closed and she groaned deeply.

“Yes,” She repeated with a faint hoarseness in her voice.

“Yeah?” I growled at her as Connor and I started a perfect rhythm, his thrusts coinciding with mine as we all fucked each other.

The pleasure grew as we moved against the other, the slide of our sweaty skin caressing the others was mesmerising as the feel of ecstasy forced our fevered fucking higher and stricter.

“God, yes!” Heather screamed under me as I drove into her hard and deep. Connor grabbed my hair and I felt him swell inside me as he pulled me back and settled his cheek against mine, his hot breath tickling a stray strand of hair on my neck.

“You want me to come?”

I nodded as I clenched around him, ordering his release as he grunted and rammed deep, firing an overwhelming need for my own climax as Heather came around me, her gripping muscles pulling my orgasm as I watched her pretty face contort with her pleasure. “That’s it Heather, let me feel it sweetheart.”

I squeezed my eyes shut when my cum shot through my dick and brimmed the rubber. Connor cried out and forced his cock even deeper into my ass, his balls pressing hard against mine as he urged us closer together and dug his fingers harshly into my shoulders.

But . . . it wasn’t there again. The intense power of rapture and nirvana was missing, always missing, and I sighed as my balls thanked Heather’s pussy for the release whilst my head screamed it’s frustration at me.

I shook myself off, the feeling of numbness and irritation engulfing me as I pushed back against Connor and forced him off me.

“Bye then” Connor huffed when I pulled off the condom and swat it into the waste basket in the corner of the room before I picked up my clothes and pulled them on as I made my way to the door. “Don’t worry, love” he said to Heather as I opened the door, “He’s just an arrogant twat.”

I shrugged. I agreed, but that didn’t mean I cared.

* * *

The cold air hit me slap in the face as I stepped out of Connor’s apartment door and shivered as the biting wind drove down the alleyway. Christ, it was cold for November, the promise of snow in the air as I pulled my coat further round me and pulled my gloves from my pocket.

A noise from behind me made me jolt and I spun round. All the air left my lungs as a fist crashed into my cheekbone and I whimpered like a fucking girl when I felt the shatter slice through my pain barrier. Another fist landed in my guts and I fell to the ground before a boot followed and thudded against my ribs, snapping one in two and piercing the side of my right lung causing a low wheeze to leave my mouth.

What the hell?

Another boot now found my stomach and I curled up, trying to instinctively defend myself but I stiffened, all the hairs on my body rearing to attention as the tip of a gun was thrust in my face.

They say as you face death, your entire life erupts in tiny movie like scenes in your head. But that’s not exactly true because all I saw was Ava.

Her striking bright green eyes.

Her soft gorgeous copper curls.

The mass of freckles covering her exquisite soft skin.

The mischievous smile that owned my heart.

And the stunning clarity of her perfect beauty as I closed my eyes and welcomed death.

“Mr Baxter sends his regards.” It was all he said as he pressed the gun further into my forehead and I peered up at him. He didn’t care that I didn’t beg, nor was he concerned with the why. He just shrugged and smiled before I passed out.

Chapter Four

Grace

I BARGED THROUGH the unit doors, my fingers furiously texting a reply to Marcus’s late night stoned ramblings. What could I say to him that I hadn’t already? There was nothing and I clenched my teeth against the ache in my chest. I wanted to help him more than I could but he never accepted my offerings; only my money.

A couple of seconds after I hit send he replied and I cursed knowing he was bad if he was still awake. I shook my head forlornly and stopped beside my desk, plonking my bag, coat and scarf on the top as I rested my hip against the edge, my fingers hovering over the call button. Could I cope with him this morning on top of everything else?

“Ahh, you actually remembered then?” Liam’s stern voice carried across the floor from his office and I looked up and over to him. He was stood, leaning against his office door with his arms crossed over his hefty chest with a look of annoyance.

“Yesss,” I mocked as I drew the word out. “I’m coming.”

He peered at his watch with exaggeration and huffed loudly. “You’re only . . .” he tipped his head sarcastically before locking me down in a fierce glare, “Fifty minutes late, Beaumont.”

“Yes, Liam. Christ, what is it? Get at Grace week!”

He lifted an eyebrow but turned and disappeared into his humungous drab and cold office. “Get in here now!”

I rolled my eyes and slipped my phone into my bag, reminding myself to ring Marcus later before I strolled casually into his room.

“Shut the door, Beaumont.”

“Why, there’s no one else here?”

I watched him stiffen, his body and gaze turned to the huge glass window. His huge muscled back was dressed in a fashionable striped shirt as snug tailored grey trousers hung low on his hips and I smiled faintly. Liam was a good looking man and for a guy of fifty to be handsome and chic I often wondered if he used those features as a weapon also.

He was quiet for a while as he took control of his anger. I was always the one he seemed to struggle with when taking charge of his emotions and his fury but I put it down to us being close and him not wanting to seem bias towards me in front of the others. That is why his words and his outspoken infuriation shocked me.

“Your badge.”

I frowned and cocked my head but he didn’t turn. “Excuse me?”

He slowly spun round and I couldn’t figure out the look in his eyes; it was both guilt and determination but his expression was hard and cold, triggering a slight tremble to track my spine and vibrate through my heart faintly.

“I want your badge and your gun, Beaumont. As a result of your rebellious actions yesterday you are suspended with pay until the board decides on the outcome.”

My mouth dropped open and I just stared at him. Nothing actually filtered through my thoughts because numbness swept through me.

My eyes dropped to his prominent adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down when he sensed the shock and hurt roll over me.

“Liam?” It was all I managed but he had the decency to lower his eyes.

“It’s out of my hands, Beaumont.”

Anger coiled my guts as I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, “And did you actually even try to overrule it? Or are you as happy as the rest of them to see me disposed of?”

His eyes snapped up to mine, a furious shadow masking his face and I stepped back slightly as I was instantly reminded why he was the head of the bureau. “You are not being disposed of but you actually expect me to save your ass after yesterdays . . . reckless behaviour.”

“It was not fucking reckless, it was bloody vital and you know it.”

“No!” He shook his head rapidly as his eyes widened, “It was fucking foolish, irresponsible and dangerous. You could have been massacred, Beaumont; does that knowledge even direct any hesitation in you?”