The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (34 page)

Jay laughed and nodded as he climbed into his car. “See you guys later, and Mum, don’t leave Dad’s side.”

He drove off as a tear dropped onto my cheek. Nate arms settled around my shoulders. “He’ll be fine Liv, he’s sensible. I don’t think James even knows which uni he’s at.”

I sighed and shook my head. “He didn’t know where I live and my phone number but it didn’t stop him finding out, did it?”

Nate placed my bag into his boot and climbed in the car. “Come on, let’s get this over with,” he grumbled. I knew it was hard for him, knowing what I was going to have to go through at the station and that he wouldn’t be allowed to go into the interview room with me.

I grabbed his hand and turned to him. “Nate, it’ll be fine, I promise. I’ve done this before and it’s not so bad.” I forced a smile. He nodded but I could tell he knew I was lying to protect him.

He was silent all the way to the station, the quiet was making me nervous and I was quite moody by the time we got there.

As we walked through the doors to reception he took my hand but I shook it off. I was annoyed at him for making me feel guilty, upsetting him and making him worry. I felt as though it was an effort for him to be there for me, awkward for him to walk into a police station and his mood made me feel accountable for having to bring him here.

He tried to take my hand again as I walked over to the front desk but I glared at him. “Liv?” he questioned with a frown. I just shook my head at him and turned to the desk duty sergeant.

“Hi, Olivia Adams to see DC Yale.” He gestured to seat in the waiting area. “Take a seat and I’ll let her know you are here,” he smiled warmly.

The waiting area consisted of two chairs and a couch, so I chose a chair, not having the nerve to sit next to Nate without starting an argument.

He narrowed his eyes at me and leaned over to whisper. “Liv, what’s wrong?”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “Don’t Nate, not here,” I hissed.

He glared at me. “What?” I shook my head at him and turned away. He rose from the couch and came to my side, squatting low next to me as he tried to take my hand but I refused to let him. “Baby, what have I done?”

I huffed and glared at him, “If you didn’t want to come with me Nate, you should have said, I don’t mind coming on my own, I’ve done it plenty of times before, but you said you wanted to come with me.”

He frowned. “What are you on about? I told you I’d come,” he defended but looked a little shamefaced. It confirmed my thoughts on him being embarrassed to be here.

“Well I’ve got enough on my plate without having to cow down to your bloody mood Nate, just go home if you’re ashamed to be here.”

I was pissed off now. I could read each of his thoughts in his face and it hurt that he was more bothered about being in a police station then being there to support me.

“Liv . . .” he started but Mandy walked through the double doors and smiled at me.

“You wanna come through Olivia?” She gestured with her arm for me to follow. Nate got up to come with me.

“Don’t bother Nate, go home and I’ll see you there later,” I snapped. The hurt in his face was visible but I had enough emotions running through me without guilt adding to it.

He stood with his arms by his side as I walked passed him and followed Mandy. I saw his hand reach towards me but he dropped it and bit his lip. The doors closed behind me. I felt completely alone for the first time in weeks.

Three hours and lots of tears later, I walked back through the doors. Nate was still sat on the couch. He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. His body was stiff and his jaw was tight. I couldn’t read his emotions from his expression and I wasn’t sure if it was anger, guilt or shame that coursed through him.

Mandy touched my arm as I walked towards Nate. “You’ve got my number Olivia, ring me for whatever,” she said, a worried expression fixed in her features.

I nodded. “I have you on speed dial.” I laughed slightly and she grinned at me.

“You take care and I’ll be in touch.” She turned and disappeared through the door.

Nate rose slowly from the chair, strolled towards me and sighed, “You ready?” From his tone I could tell it was anger that drove him, and after three hours of hell I was more than ready for him.

I glared at him. “Don’t bother Nate, I’m going home.” I fumed and stomped towards the door. I needed air and wine desperately, and if I didn’t get it soon I was going to kill somebody.

“You’re not going home, Liv,” he hissed.

I scoffed, turning sharply. “Well it’s obvious you don’t need the trouble I’m bringing with me and to be honest Nate, I don’t need an argument along with shame, embarrassment, fear and bloody exhaustion I’m feeling at the moment.”

He narrowed his eyes and took my wrist tightly in his grip. “Get the fuck off me, Nate.” I bristled at his touch as he pulled me towards his car, opened my door and lifted me into the seat, quickly shutting the door before I could get back out.

As he moved round the car I clambered out. I was now really angry at his attitude, how dare he treat me like a bloody child. “Fucks sake, Liv!” he thundered, climbing back out and catching me up as I was walking away. “Will you just get in the fucking car!” he seethed, gripping my arm.

Gritting my teeth and trying to rein in my temper I turned to him. “I don’t need this, Nate. I have been through hell the last forty eight hours and I don’t need to be made to feel guilty for it. Just let me go because to look at you at the moment hurts like fuck, to think that I made you ashamed and embarrassed because of me, really fucking hurts!”

I was gasping for air, so bloody angry at him. He stood there gaping at me. “I’m not ashamed, Liv” he tried but I could read the lie in his words.

“Nate, you’re making this worse, just let me go. I can’t bear to look at you at the moment. I want to get fucking pissed and I wanna do it alone, just go.”

I saw a taxi pulling in the station car park and flagged him down. “Liv, baby please.” Nate was desperate now, gripping my hand tightly. “Baby please, I’m not ashamed, I’m just bloody angry because there’s not a damn thing I can do to help you,” he declared and tightened his hold on me.

I shook him off. “Tell me the truth, Nate. Tell me you weren’t ashamed at walking in a police station, tell me that wasn’t the reason you were seething all the bloody way there?”

He stood silent and I scoffed, climbed in the taxi and told the driver to drive, for the second time that day I left him stood there with his hands clenched beside him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

OPENING MY FRONT door, I walked slowly into the hallway. Fear coursed through me, my hands were sweating and my breathing was laboured as I shakily checked each room.

Terror was holding me up and when my search found the house empty, I locked both doors and climbed the stairs, making my way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower I slipped out of my clothes and stood studying myself in the mirror.

My face was a train crash, covered in cuts and bruises and my body was thinner than I remembered. I noticed the new wound that covered my breast; a new one to add to the others and I traced it with my fingertip, angry at its red appearance against my pale skin. “What the hell do you see in me Nate?” I asked myself and stepped into the shower.

I set the water hotter than usual, needing to wash away the day’s events and scrubbed myself sore, now angry with myself for letting James come between me and Nate.

Shampooing my hair I started to calm down, guilt rearing its ugly head and making me second guess Nate’s mood today. I thought it was shame and anger in him but what if it was hopelessness that was marring his features, making him ashamed of himself not me, but I asked him and he remained silent, if that was the case wouldn’t he have defended himself?

I slid down the tiled wall, my bottom hitting the floor with a thud as I drew my knees up and hugged them. “Oh God Liv, your life is a bloody nightmare girl.” I sighed and rested my forehead on my knees, gulping in large breaths, refusing to cry again. I needed Nate, simple.

As though he heard me, the shower door opened and there he stood, staring down at me with a look of anger still across his face. I raised my face to look at him and smiled sheepishly, wary of his mood as his chest heaved and his fists clenched in rage.

“When the fuck are you gonna do what I tell you?” he growled. I gulped as he started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes fixed firmly on mine as he kicked off his shoes. “One day,” he muttered. “One, fucking, day.”

He lowered his trousers and shorts together at the same time as slipping out of his shirt and then stepped in the shower, bending down and pulling me up the wall.

We stood, eyes locked for a long while, trying to read each other. The only sounds were our heavy breaths and the trickle of the water. Eventually his mouth crashed over mine and he kissed me with a raw passion, his rage and love clashing together as his lips controlled me, his tongue searching for mine as his hot breath mingled with my own.

I grasped his hair firmly, pulling him further into me as I rocked my hips against his raging erection. His hands came down and cupped my backside as his cock slipped between my thighs and his bar rubbed against my clit, making me yelp and swing my legs around his hips.

Positioning himself at my entrance, he skewered me in one angry thrust, growling loudly and biting my shoulder he thrust again.

The pent up rage turned into a violent passion that both of us needed and wanted. “
God,”
he grunted as he pounded into me, both of us clung to each other, our animal groans and moans filling the cubicle as our love making became primal. His fingers dug into my arse as I clawed at his back and sucked on his neck, my teeth digging into his skin with each hard drive.

His cock swelled as he shouted my name, his climax as violent as his lovemaking, sending me into my own ecstasy as I screamed and tightened around him, the white pleasure taking my breath and making my heels dig into his thighs.

He jerked every drop into me as he rested his head on my shoulder, panting and holding me tight.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered and I embraced him tighter.

“Me too,” I breathed, kissing his head and twirling his hair in my fingers.

He pulled out and lowered me to the floor, cupping my face and kissing me tenderly. “I’m so sorry, Angel,” he repeated.

I smiled softly to him, cupping his cheek in my hand. “I know.”

He sighed and stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel round his hips, his body still wet from the shower. My eyes took in the magnificent sight, god this man was fucking glorious. He gave me a lazy grin, “Like what you see?” I licked my lips, my arousal peaking again, I couldn’t get enough of this man.

I exited the shower and walked to the bedroom; dripping everywhere as Nate had took the only towel from the bathroom.

I quickly got dressed and skipped down the stairs, waiting patiently beside the front door. He came down the stairs and took my hand, leading me out of the front door and into his car. “Ready now?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. I beamed at him and nodded, my mood had heightened and I was feeling a lot more light-hearted.

“Yep, let’s go to yours and you can fuck me raw.” I grinned as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“Feeling horny?” he chuckled.

I winked at him. “How can you tell Nate?” I asked as my hand cupped his always ready for action cock. He groaned and floored the accelerator.

* * *

Sunday evening saw us both huddled together on the sofa in front of the roaring fire and television watching old reruns of a comedy show. My mood had darkened a little as I had text Jay to see if he had arrived okay but as yet had no reply.

“Baby relax, he’s probably not heard his phone and gone straight round to Jess,’” he reassured me as his hands came up to my shoulders, his thumbs digging into my tense muscles. “Jesus Liv, you’re so tense. Lay on the floor,” he instructed, his voice low as he gestured to the rug in front of the fire. I sunk to the floor, laying on my front and resting my head on my folded arms.

Nate pressed up against me, his mouth brushing my ear. “Take off your clothes, Angel,” his voice was low and husky, my core clenched intensely.

I smiled and rose to my knees, my eyes never leaving his dark hooded ones as I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt, leaving myself in just a white lacy bra and thong.

Laying back down I could hear Nate’s heavy breathing as I patiently lay waiting, my arousal already soaking my knickers.

I heard him leave the room and then return a few minutes later but my eyes remained closed, already relaxed before the massage.

I felt his thighs grip either side of mine as he straddled me. I could feel his erection straining against my backside, an obvious sign he had also stripped before returning back to me. I felt something drip onto my shoulder blades and a faint smell of citrus and spice hung in the air.

His hands skimmed across the oil, slicking it into his fingers as he stroked across my skin delicately and came up to my shoulders, his fingers and thumbs kneading expertly at my twisted muscles and driving a slight moan from me.

I felt his cock twitch against me. He slid it between my arse cheeks, coercing another moan, this time slightly louder. “You like this, Angel?” Nate breathed heavily. All I could manage was another moan.

“Keep moaning like that, baby and I’m gonna fuck you hard, right here, right fucking now,” he growled. I rolled my hips so his erection slipped tighter towards my bottom in an invitation to do just that.

He unhooked my bra and lowered the straps down my arms, then flipped me over so I was now laid on my back and pulled my bra away from me.

He raised my arms above my head in one hand and with the other he wrapped my bra around my wrists, binding my hands together. “Okay?” he asked cautiously, obviously wondering if I was anxious.

I smiled softly and nodded. “Nate, I’m not worried. You’re not James.” I smiled wider, trying to alleviate his worries. “It’s hot,” I whispered. He groaned, slipping his fingers into the side of knickers and peeling them down my legs.