The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (51 page)

I reached beneath us, sliding my nails across his erection, “I need this inside me Mason. I want your hard cock pounding into me.” I pulled his rigid penis free. He grasped the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head, groaning loudly and harshly as he glimpsed my red silk bra.

His teeth bit my stiff nipple and I growled loudly. “Fuck!” I reached down and pulled my knickers to one side and swiftly impaled myself on him in one sharp plunge.

“Fuck yeah!” he roared. “Fuck me, Ava.”

I was working up a frenzy, riding him hard, slamming up and down on him in a violent need, the desperation to climb inside him potent as the powerful throb in me demanded release.

“Mason, you feel so fucking good,” I moaned as I leant back and grasped his knees, riding him harder.

“God, yeah baby!” he snarled and slammed his hips up to meet my plunges. His hand slid round to my bottom and his finger pressed into my anus. He bit my nipple again causing me to scream loudly. The carnal intensity of his cock filling my pussy and his finger filling my ass brought on an explosive orgasm, constricting my throat and tightening every muscle in the most intense climax I had ever had.

He followed and burst inside me. “
Jesus
” he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut and baring his teeth. “Ava” he cried as he continued to fill me with his sperm, his climax refusing to bate.

We both panted heavily and I flopped down on to him as he encircled me in a tight grip. “Jesus, baby. I’ve never been fucked that hard” he panted. I was still gasping for breath as he pulled me tighter. “Ava?” he probed as I remained silent.

I shook my head, “Shush.”

I sighed and lifted myself off him then reached for my dress, pulling it back over my head.

His eyebrows furrowed furiously. “Ava?”

“I need to go Mason,” I said as I straightened my dress back down.

He shot off the couch and grabbed my arms. “Whoa, Ava. You’re not leaving now!” he demanded but I struggled free.

“I’m sorry Mason. I just needed you . . . tonight.”

He looked like I’d slapped him as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped low. “What the fuck!” he yelled, running his hands through his hair.

I pulled my phone from my bag to phone a taxi as his hands gripped me. He lifted me then flung me down on the sofa and straddled me, locking me down. “Get off me, Mason” I yelled but he shook his head.

“No, not until we have talked!” he yelled back at me.

I pushed against his chest. “There’s nothing to talk about” I shouted back as I pushed harder.

“Talk to me Ava,” he demanded.

I punched his chest but he held firm. “No! No! NO!” I screamed as I kept punching him, the tears rolling free as I wept violently and laid into him.

He remained still, taking everything I gave him until I broke and howled, my screams ripping us both in two. He grabbed me tight, holding my head to his chest. “Come on baby, let it out” he urged as I continued to cry hysterically. “Shush,” he whispered. “I’m here, Ava.”

He held me for a long time, refusing to let me go as I whimpered into him.

Eventually he lifted me into his arms, carried me upstairs and stood me up, peeled off my dress and bra and then laid me in his bed.

He climbed in behind me, pulled me against him and wrapped me up in his arms. “Go to sleep, Ava” he breathed into my hair, “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I nodded and snuggled against him. “I love you, Ava” he said as I closed my eyes and drifted. “I love you baby,” he repeated. I tightened my grip on his arms and slept.

* * *

The bright sun exploded my irises and I squinted and groaned, rolling onto my back. Mason was gone and I lay there silent for a while.

I knew the time had come and I was nervous about what to say to him, not that I needed to explain much as he had already found out most of it but not all of it according to the documents I had seen.

I climbed out of bed and extracted the soft blue T-shirt from his drawer and pulled it on. I borrowed Mason’s toothbrush, my mouth felt like gravel, and splashed my face, grumbling at my appearance in the mirror and then went down for a much needed coffee.

Mason was sat at the island in just loose joggers with his amazing torso bare, nursing a mug and reading a newspaper. He looked up as I entered, his eyes scanning my body and a grin on his face.

He stood and walked over to me, “Good morning Ava, how’s your head?” I groaned and he laughed, kissed me on the forehead and went in search of paracetamol.

“Sit,” he ordered gently. I obliged, climbing on one of the stools and holding my head in my hands as I rested my elbows on the island.

He came behind me and swiped my hair to one side, gently kissing the nape of my neck as his fingers massaged my shoulders. “Ahh” I moaned.

He chuckled. “That good?” He asked softly against my ear and I nodded.

“Very.”

He worked my muscles and continued to worship my neck with kisses until my tension slipped away. He kissed my head again and walked over to the percolator and poured me a coffee, sliding a cup to me.

“You’ve learnt how to use it?” I smiled at the pride on his face as he nodded eagerly.

“It’s not as good as yours, but it’s drinkable,” he shrugged.

My phone rang somewhere from the lounge and I slid off the stool and went in search of it; it was Courtney.

“Hey,” I greeted.

“Hey, babe. I’m just ringing to see how you are?” she laughed, “Headache?” There was that one word question again.

“Mmm” I replied.

She was silent for a moment. “Where are you, Ava?” God that girl could read me like a book.

“Uhh . . .” I couldn’t think of a lie quick enough.

“Ava, tell me you’re not at Mason’s?” she asked slowly and I cringed.

“Well . . .”

I heard her gasp at my hesitance. “Oh, Ava” she sighed.

“It’s fine, Courtney,” I appealed. “I’m okay, it was my choice.”

I could hear her tapping her nails against her table and I grimaced as Mason shouted, asking if I was hungry. “Huh,” she huffed.

“I needed him, Courtney.”

“I know, Ava” she said softly. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, babe.”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me and sat on the couch. “I know, me too,” I breathed and we were both silent.

Mason appeared at the doorway, a frown on his face as he regarded me. “I have to go,” I said and she sighed again.

“Ring me later when you’re alone,” she ordered and I agreed. “I love you,” she said as we ended the call.

“Love you too,” I replied with a soft smile.

I placed my phone on the table. “I hope that was Courtney or George” he said sternly and I rolled my eyes.

“Courtney,” I informed him and walked into the kitchen, leaving him stood in the lounge doorway.

He walked back into the kitchen. “Ava” he said slowly. I looked at him over the rim of my mug. “Did you . . . did you sleep with Tony?” he asked, his knuckles white as he squeezed his mug, waiting for my answer.

“For god’s sake Mason, who do you take me for? I’m not like that. You should know that by now.” I fumed.

He smiled guiltily. “I’m sorry Ava, I just needed to check.”

I simmered down when I thought of all the times I thought he’d slept with Rebecca when he hadn’t. “No, I only met him the once and when you left, I left.” I shrugged and took another gulp of coffee.

He nodded and sat on the stool at the side of me. “I promise Ava, I haven’t touched Rebecca since before you,” he verified my thoughts and palmed my cheek.

“I know.” I smiled and leaned into him.

He leant forward and kissed me tenderly. “I’ve missed you, Ava” he said softly against my lips and I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back.

“We need to talk, Mason,” I whispered as I sucked and nibbled on his bottom lip.

He groaned and stroked his thumb across my cheekbone. “Let’s eat first.” He lifted off the stool and walked over to the fridge, removing milk and eggs. “Pancakes?” he asked.

My jaw dropped. “Are you making them?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Well, I thought I could hold the pan for you,” he grinned cheekily.

I laughed and hopped off the stool, walking around to his side. “Flour,” I told him as I opened the cupboard to get a bowl.

“Yes ma’am” he saluted and opened the fridge.

“Pantry, Mason,” I enlightened and he grinned sheepishly.

I put all the ingredients in the bowl and started to whisk. Mason stood behind me and his arms came round me as he held the whisk with me, his fingers curled around mine and we both beat the crap out of the mixture as his hard erection pressed into my back.

I chastised him playfully. “I’m hungry,” I laughed as his teeth grazed my neck.

“Me too,” he breathed and sucked on my neck; his hands left mine and cupped my breasts.

I tilted my head back, giving him better access to my neck and moaned as his thumbs stroked my hard nipples. “You’re exquisite when you’re turned on Ava, I can smell your arousal,” he whispered as his hands slid down my stomach and bunched up his shirt, lifting it over me and then slipped his fingers into my knickers.

“Jesus Ava, you’re so damn wet” he groaned. I reached behind me and stroked the length of his hard cock through the material of his joggers. He hissed and pushed his groin further into my backside, removing his hand before he spun me round. I whimpered at the loss of his touch but he twisted the edges of my knickers and yanked, ripping them away.

“Put your legs round my hips, baby” he said, kissing me feverishly as I did, gripping his hips with my thighs.

He walked backwards and sat on the window seat in the corner of the kitchen, reaching between us and freeing his heavy cock, he positioned it against my entrance. I sunk down slowly, tilting my head back and closing my eyes in ecstasy as my legs still enveloped him.

He groaned and planted little wet kisses across my collarbone and down to my breasts as I continued to make love to him slowly and leisurely. His hands gripped my shoulders from behind as he moaned into my neck. “Ava” he gasped as I tightened round him.

“I love you, Mason.” I groaned as my body peaked and I exploded around him. “God I love you, Mason!” I shouted as I repeated my declaration.

He grunted and flung his head back, his seed shooting into me as he jerked fiercely underneath me. “I love you Ava, so much” he rasped, his mouth returning to my neck.

We clung to each other and I gasped when I saw Sam staring at us through the window. “Mason!” I exclaimed. He looked behind him, through the window.

When he saw Sam he laughed out loud. “Mason!” I scolded.

“Don’t worry baby, he can’t see your body, my back is covering you.” His eyes twinkled as he chuckled.

“Move me away from the window.” I started to giggle as I saw the humour in his face. He stood and walked me backwards to the island. I hopped off him and reached down for my shirt and then froze.

“Ava?” Mason questioned, his brow furrowed deep.

I stood abruptly and looked at him. “Mason, that’s three times we haven’t used a condom!”

“Are you worried?” he asked slowly and I frowned.

“Of course I’m worried. We’re gonna have to control ourselves,” I replied, slipping the shirt over my head.

“I can’t seem to with you, Ava. I need to feel you; I don’t want anything between us.”

I nodded in agreement. “I’m gonna have to visit the doctors and go on the pill,” I told him but he just shrugged. I frowned at his nonchalance and started on the pancakes.

CHAPTER 19

AFTER I LOADED the dishwasher Mason pulled me over to the couch, sat me down and switched off our phones after he locked the front door.

“No interruptions,” he explained. I swallowed, biting my little finger harshly.

He sat beside me and took my hand in his, stroking my knuckles with his thumb and we sat in silence for a while. He understood I needed his patience. I eventually took a deep breath.

“My parents died in a car crash when I was 8,” I started and sighed heavily. “I don’t remember much about them only that they loved me and I was happy. I didn’t have any other family so I was placed in foster care.” I paused with a heavy sigh, “I was 11 when I was first raped,” I whispered.

Mason hissed and pulled me back against him so my back was on his chest, our legs up on the sofa as he wrapped his legs and arms round me protectively.

“I endured it for six months and then plucked up the courage to tell my foster mother, she called me a lying whore and had me removed from their care. I was then placed with another family and everything was okay until his wife left him for another man and he got drunk one night and raped me.”

I laughed bitterly, “At this point I thought it was something I was doing wrong, that it was my fault.”

Mason sighed. “No Ava,” he whispered.

“I was 12 Mason, I didn’t understand that.”

He nodded. “Carry on,” he urged as he played with my fingers.

“He raped me three times before he phoned the agency and told them he couldn’t care for me now that his wife had left, so they removed me and placed me in a children’s home. The only problem with that place was, the girls were jealous of the male attention I received because of my chest so they resented me. That’s when I started to learn how to fight.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I noticed.”

I smiled at his proudness of my fighting skills. “You had to learn to fight Mason, otherwise you didn’t survive. I started rebelling when I hit my 14
th
birthday. I started smoking and drinking, shoplifting and getting into organised paid fights. They quickly removed me and then I was placed with another family.” I sighed and started chewing my finger.

Mason hugged me tighter, encouraging me. “There was another foster child in the family, a 16 year old boy, Lee; who slowly got an obsession with me. He started coming in my room at night. He was quite violent and would hold a pillow over my face or his hand would cover my mouth while he raped me.”

Mason stiffened and I squeezed him. “I’m okay.”

I sighed as he kissed my head. “After each time he would beat me. He was too strong for me to fight back and he swore he would kill me if I told anyone.” I pursed my lips as I felt the familiar pain start to surface. “One night he raped me so violently, his hands wrapped around my throat that tightly, I actually passed out. When I finally came to I knew I had to leave.”