The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (238 page)

He reached around me, taking the hand that I was resting on the floor and wrapped it around his dick, curling my fingers around his thick shaft as he peered up at me from my chest. I held him tight as I began to stroke him, pulling his foreskin back as my finger in his backside pulled out.

We were soon working a pace and I nearly cried in relief when he slid his fingers inside me and started to match my pattern, simultaneously driving into my pussy with his fingers as mine drove into his ass hard, two fingers now giving him the pleasure I could read in him. My other hand worked his cock relentlessly, driving him harder and nearer to his release until he started to drive his arse harder onto my hand and take bites into my breast harshly.

“Come for me, Kade. Please.”

He groaned deeply and the shiver that racked his body brought my own climax as his spunk shot across my belly in arcs of thick heavy spurts, the sticky cream making patterns across my pale skin as it pumped over me.

“
Ahh shit,
” he growled as he took a clump of my hair and forced my head to one side so he could latch his teeth into my neck and bite his way through his intense orgasm. I didn’t let on I enjoyed the pain. There was something slightly shaming in it but he must have known when another tidal wave of bliss tore through my body and took me mercilessly with its intensity until I screamed his name and juddered violently.

His head flopped onto my shoulder and I eased my fingers out of him, tentatively placing them around his back as I enclosed him within me and held him.

I wasn’t sure why it seemed important to hold him, I was just aware that I needed to and I sensed that he wanted it too.

We stayed motionless and quiet, clinging to each other tightly as the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing but something in me needed to fuck up as usual. There had always been something in me that had fought to find the hard way. I could never take the easy route through life; I had to hunt out the difficult and most troublesome way to live my life and I could feel it rise in me, but I couldn’t stop it as it flowed from me in the need to obliterate any peace I found.

“How long have you been in love with Ava?”

I almost slapped myself when it fluently spewed from my mouth and he stiffened, his whole body going taut and the wrath that flooded the room made me shudder.

“I’m sorry” I whispered but it was too late. He pulled off and stood up as he refused to even look at me.

“You know . . .” I wasn’t sure he was going to finish as he clenched his fist and looked at the wall. “It’s actually none of your fucking business. I honestly didn’t realise how much of a bitch you actually are, until now.” His eyes finally lowered to me and I grimaced at the hatred in them, “You know nothing Beaumont, fuck all, and until you do, don’t fucking judge me.”

With that he turned and slowly left the room, leaving me with all his hatred as well as my own, the enormity of it nearly choking me.

Chapter Eleven

Kade

I COULD HEAR voices in the kitchen before I entered and I pulled in a heavy breath as I tapped my fingers on my thigh. I was nervous about facing Beaumont. I had called her a bitch. Absolutely despicable and way too melodramatic, after all, all she had asked was a simple question and the hurt look she displayed when I tore into her had refused me any sleep the previous night.

I walked in; silencing the room immediately as Beaumont glanced at me then quickly diverted her eyes. Mona stood regarding me curiously but she wasn’t my concern.

“Can I have a word?”

“Yeah,” She smiled at me so I was hopeful but as we walked out of the room I could sense her hesitancy. “Listen, Kade I’m sorry for . . .”

I shook my head at her and took hold of her hand, linking her long fingers through mine when her guilt stuttered in her voice. “No, I am. I shouldn’t have said what I said and there’s no excuse for it, you just caught me off guard and I . . . well, I didn’t have time to react appropriately.”

She nodded and exhaled heavily. “Well, I needed to talk to you anyway. I, uhh, well we need to back off. I shouldn’t have slept with you, you’re my detail and Mason’s my client and I um, I apologise for over stepping the line.”

I stared at her. Was she fucking serious?

“You’re sorry for over stepping the line?” I scoffed angrily, “Jesus Christ Beaumont, you didn’t force me to fuck you.”

She recoiled slightly and I cursed inwardly at my lack of sensitivity, “Shit, I didn’t mean it to sound that harsh.”

“No.” She swallowed and pulled her shoulders back as she shook her head sternly, “It’s just that, I can’t do . . . that anymore. I have a job to do and if I’m . . . with you then I’m putting you at risk as I compromise your protection. I can’t do that Kade, I
won’t
do that!”

“Is this you talking or the job?”

She frowned but I noticed the flash of something in her eyes, denial maybe but she turned away, “Both.”

I scoffed and shook my head, grabbing hold of her wrist before she could walk away any further. “Bullshit. I know you felt it. You
felt
me, just like I
felt
you. We connected, Grace Beaumont. We fit together damn fucking well. Your sweet little pussy was moulded for my dick, so don’t tell me you’re walking away from this because of something personal cos’ that’s bollocks!”

She spun round to face me, her face tight with ire and passion and fuck, if my dick didn’t harden with the fire that took over her. The fight in her eyes heated my blood and I braced myself for what was to come. “We fucked, Kade. We didn’t
feel
anything, apart from sex.”

I nodded slowly and pursed my lips, stepping into her but she stood her ground and looked slightly up at me, her own height putting her just a few inches under me. “Let me just explain something about me, Beaumont. I don’t do relationships, neither do I do romance or hearts and flowers. What I do, do is fuck; hard, avidly and fucking
cruelly
as you so delicately put it. I fuck women, I fuck men and now and then I fuck them both together and yesterday I fucked you. So yes, I agree, we
just fucked
but don’t deny that we fucked
phenomenally
cos’ that’s utter shit, sweetheart and you know it.”

I watched the bob in her throat as she gulped profoundly. “Then let’s leave it at phenomenal before the spark dies out and we’re left with marginally great.”

I barked out a sarcastic laugh when she pulled away as Mona walked into the hall with Grace’s phone. She held it up and from the look in her eye I could tell it wasn’t just a regular call. Grace shook her head rapidly but Mona shrugged, “He knows you’re here. He heard the two of you arguing.” She grimaced awkwardly as she disclosed that she had heard everything between us and I glanced at Grace, frowning at how pale she had become.

“Hey, you okay?”

She blinked hard and nodded, “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” I asked slowly as I noticed the brace her body had taken on. She was rigid with tension and I could physically feel her bitterness.

“Yes!” She barked as she stormed across the room, whipped the phone out of Mona’s hand and disappeared into a room under the staircase.

“What’s in there?” I asked Mona as we both watched the door close with a slam.

“Cloakroom.”

She didn’t offer anything more and I rolled my eyes at her furtiveness. “And . . .”

Her brow creased and she looked at me in confusion as I released a huff of frustration. “Is everybody here in a conspiracy? Who was on the phone?”

I watched as her eyes scanned me slowly, her head tipped to the side slightly as she exhibited a look of contempt and disapproval. Her lip sneered with obvious disgust and I quirked a brow at her, “I am quite positive that whoever is on the phone wanted Grace, not you. So therefore, that’s Grace’s business, not yours Mr Hamilton.”

I squinted at her but she held my gaze with quite a frosty one of her own. “I’m sure you liked me when I arrived.”

She scoffed loudly and then turned back towards the kitchen. “I did, Mr Hamilton. Then you got too forward with Grace and way to nosey for your own good,” she stated as she continued on her way and disappeared.

Okay.

* * *

God, I was bored stiff. Being trapped in a house, fair dos an extra-large one, wasn’t as much fun as it sounded, even if I was trapped in alongside a body made for sex.

Every time I looked at Grace I wanted to rip off her clothes, part her legs and sink deep inside her. It was like she was taunting me every time she walked past, each time her face lit with her laughter at something Mona or I had said or the way her beauty amplified when her stunning smile appeared. Her unique scent of something floral and something muskily sexy was driving me crazy, the aroma billowing around her and filling the air with a reminder of how amazing her soft skin tasted.

I sat at the kitchen table watching her move around the room. She seemed to glide. She didn’t walk, she floated.

I rolled my eyes at my thoughts, I was becoming a pussy as far as Grace was concerned and I tutted too loudly, making the women turn to look at me. “You okay?” Grace asked and I shrugged.

“Bored.”

She nodded and then screwed up her eyes as if debating something. “You fancy coming to pick a tree?”

Both Mona and I were out of our seats like kids on Christmas morning, both of us nodding excitedly as Grace laughed happily. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

We both nodded eagerly but she turned to me with quite a serious expression. “You stay by my side and promise me, if anything kicks off you’ll do as you’re told.”

I nodded firmly and saluted her, “Promise, Boss.”

She smiled and shook her head, “You’re learning.”

* * *

“You are joking, it’s way too scrawny” I grumbled as Grace stood beside me looking lovingly at an undernourished and scraggy fir tree.

“Ssshhh, you’ll hurt his feelings”

I stared at her with my tongue in my cheek to hold back my retort but I softened when she reached out and took a few leaves in-between her fingers and rubbed lightly. She smiled, more to herself than to Mona and me as she tipped her head and nodded, “Perfect, he will make an excellent one.”

Mona smiled also and Grace turned to her with a huge grin. “He taught you well, pet.”

“Who did?” I asked as I looked up to the sky when a few flakes of snow fluttered to the ground.

“My dad,” Grace said with a smile. “If you rub the needles and they are still a little waxy and don’t fall off in your hand, then he will be a good one.”

“Ahh,” I returned her smile as she granted me with one of her cheery grins. Her eyes were sad though and something inside me shifted with the melancholy she exposed. “How old were you when he died?”

She sighed and stared into the distance, “Fourteen.”

“So Marcus was . . . ?”

“Five . . . just five.”

I watched a frown develop on her face as her eyes narrowed and I wondered if she was fourteen again in her mind.

“And Will?” I pressed as I tried to prise any information I could from her but I frowned when she seemed oblivious to my last question and her head rotated a touch as though she was listening for something. Her whole body locked down, her feet shuffling apart marginally as a faint current of electricity crackled from her and I watched in trepidation, noticing the tiny hairs on the back of her hand stand to attention as she moved it very slowly behind her and settled it on the gun that was tucked in the back of her jeans.

“I want you both to very slowly crouch down and make your way to the entrance. You stay together, you go into the site office and you wait there for me.” There was a no nonsense tone to her voice but she remained completely focused on something her eyes had located.

“I’m not leaving you.” Mona whispered as she started to bend her legs and lower herself to the ground.

“Do it!” Grace hissed as she drew her gun and held it to her lap with both hands. “Get down Kade!” she said slowly without moving her head or her lips.

“Beaumont, I really don’t . . .”

The poor scrawny tree that Grace had fell in love with exploded into tiny pieces as a gunshot tore through the air and sent the birds into a wild frenzy, scattering them noisily across the skies and dragging along others in their terror. “GO!” She screamed before she moved fluidly and quickly into the wooded area in front of us, stealthily shifting from tree to tree as she used them as shields.

I grabbed Mona’s hand and pulled her towards the office as Grace had told us but she stumbled when the quiet was suddenly disrupted by a volley of piercing gunfire.

“GRACE!” Mona screamed but I continued to pull her, bringing her in front of me protectively as I pushed us both closer to the office. More shots sounded and I swallowed the bile as I tried to take a glance behind me, frantically searching the area for Grace but I tripped over a tree root and hissed as my ankle twisted painfully.

“Fuck!” I grabbed hold of it, studying it with a squint as I tried to determine whether it was broken. “Damn.”

I looked up for Mona. My lungs tightened, my blood froze and my gut constricted in fear as I came face to face with the muzzle of a gun.

I couldn’t voice the words that were scurrying around my head and I grimaced when all that came out was a whimper.

“Get up and turn around.”

My mouth opened and closed but all I could manage was another bleat and a shrug. “Do it!” I nodded briskly as I fumbled around on my hands and knees and managed to push myself upright, stumbling as I did so when my ankle screamed with the pressure. “Turn around.”

I turned slowly, shuffling on one foot as I fought to ease the load on my ankle. The whole area had gone silent and I wondered if it was God’s final wave of peace before I was welcomed into the dark stormy depths of hell.

“I really don’t like shooting people in the back but with you, I’m afraid it’s going to be necessary.”

“Why?” I managed to ask weakly as I stalled for time, making a last ditch attempt to drag out another breath before my lungs became redundant.

“You really are quite stupid aren’t you!”

I nodded as I closed my eyes and waited for the end. Grace’s smile eased my nerves as her beautiful face swan behind my eyes. God, she really was quite exquisite and I shivered at the thought of never seeing her again.