The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (53 page)

“I’ll take a vodka and cranberry then,” I mocked and he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be awkward, Ava” he said stiffly. I childishly poked my tongue at him.

The sensation of been watched filled me again and I took another glance round the room but couldn’t make out anybody staring, so I quickly shook myself off again before Mason noticed.

We found the rest of his friends and sat at their table.

Sam was seated with a lovely dark haired woman, who I found out was Marcy, his long term girlfriend. She seemed shy but was pleasant to chat to. Greg was there but on his own and the weird guy, Mark with the scars, was sat with a blonde tart on his knee, whose lips were glued to his neck.

Me and Marcy rolled our eyes and giggled as we heard her slurps and wet kisses on his ear. “Jesus, any wetter and he’s gonna need a change of skin, never mind clothes.” She laughed and our friendship was secured, she had a wicked sense of humour and had me in hysterics for most of the night.

Mason was constantly touching me all night; his fingers were either sliding up the edge of my thigh under the table or tracing the outline of my breasts at the edge of my dress. He was holding my hand and every so often he would pull me over for a kiss or to whisper dirty things in my ear; laughing as I squirmed in my chair.

“Why don’t you just straddle him and put him out of his misery,” Greg proposed to me and laughed when Mason grinned and said “Good idea” pulling me across onto his lap.

He was nibbling my ear and telling me what he wanted to do to me when Rebecca placed both her hands on the back of my empty chair and glared at us. “Oh for God’s sake Mason, put her down” she sneered, jealousy evident on her fake face.

“You’re only jealous, Rebecca,” Sam mocked.

She snapped her head up and curled her lip slyly. “Oh, I’m not worried Sam, he’ll be back in my bed soon enough.” She smirked and then turned to me, “You see Ava, me and Mason have
great
coke-fuelled sex and somehow I can’t imagine you being into that.”

Mason went to shift but I put my hand on his arm and cocked my head at Rebecca and laughed. “Have you never thought why Mason needs to be pumped up on coke to fuck you Rebecca?” I mocked.

Everybody at the table erupted in laughter when she paled slightly. “You see
Rebecca,
” I drawled in the same tone she’d used on me. “Mason and I have
amazing
mind-blowing sex without the need for coke.”

I shrugged and Mason jigged me about on his knee. “I can vouch for that. She’s so fucking hot in bed I can’t get enough of her.” He growled and slammed his lips on mine, kissing me passionately.

“You’re just a fucking whore,” she jeered and my rage snapped.

I shot off Mason’s knee, grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall. “I am gonna warn you once, Rebecca” I snarled. “Don’t fucking cross me or I will completely fucking obliterate you,” I growled before I dropped my hands. “Now fuck off and don’t come near me or Mason again.”

I turned back to Mason and I just glimpsed her hand shoot out behind me. I whirled round, caught her wrist and smashed my fist in her face. She shot backwards and bumped into the wall, holding her hand against her cheek, tears stinging her eyes.

Mason stood, walked around me and held his hand out to her, she grabbed his hand and as he pulled her up she gave me a wry smirk of victory.

He leaned in close to her ear and whispered something; her face paled and she huffed, pushed him away and stormed off.

He turned back to me, grabbed my hand and sat back down, pulling me back onto his lap before he twisted me round and gripped my backside, squeezing harshly.

“That was so fucking hot” he declared. The rest of the table broke down in hysterics.

“Bloody hell, Ava. Next time I go out partying I’m taking you with me as my bitch.” Marcy laughed and I shrugged.

“I don’t like her,” I stated and everybody laughed again.

“Never!” Sam howled. Mark’s girlfriend just sat staring at me, with what looked like fear on her face.

I turned to Mason. “What did you say to her?” I asked.

“I just said ‘Ava’s right Rebecca. I need the coke to blot out your fucking face.’” He shrugged but grinned when everybody laughed.

“Ouch!” Greg chuckled.

Marcy stood and pulled on my hand. “Let’s dance, Ava” she declared and dragged me onto the dance floor.

I relaxed myself and my body started thrumming to the rhythm of the music as me and Marcy flung our heads back and danced without a care.

A tall blonde guy started jigging towards us. Marcy rolled her eyes as he moved in front of her, facing me and swinging his hips.

I stifled a giggle at his highly embarrassing moves and slid to the side to dance with Marcy again but he persevered and swept in front of me again. I glared at him and shook my head but he started moving towards me, his hips still gyrating to the music.

I shook my head more firmly but he got close and placed his hands on my hips. I stopped abruptly, removed his hands and mouthed ‘fuck off dickhead’ over the music.

He flung his head back and laughed then pressed himself against me and put his hands on my backside.

I shot backwards. All of sudden he spun round and Mason punched him hard. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” he roared and smacked him again.

I shot forwards and pulled Mason’s arm back, but he growled and shook me off. His pupils had dilated, his face was contorted in rage and he had a dark menace in his eyes.

I was starting to panic when Mason thumped him again, the power in his arms annihilating the man’s nose. “MASON!!” I shouted.

Greg and Sam charged towards us, they each grabbed Mason’s arms and held him back.

He was glaring at the man with such malevolence that even I feared him at that moment; the evil in his face gave him a chilling appearance.

Blondie scrambled backwards at the sight of him, his face pale against the blood that was pouring down his face. He held his hands up in terrified surrender as Brian and another bloke rushed over, helped him up and swiftly took him away from Mason.

I stood frozen at Mason’s level of fury, I had seen plenty of fights, even been in them, but the strength and force he displayed was staggering.

Mason finally shook his head, clearing the haze in his eyes and turned to me, cocking his head at my expression.

“What the Hell, Mason?” I stuttered and he shrugged nonchalantly.

“He touched you,” he stated bluntly as though this excused his behaviour.

I scoffed, “I was handling it.” I shook my head, at his calmness.

He stalked towards me and grabbed my wrists, holding them behind my back and pulling my body close to his. “Nobody else touches you but me,” he growled.

I stood motionless, speechless at his dominance as he glared at me, then his eyes dropped to my mouth before his lips crushed mine in a forceful kiss, a kiss to mark me and claim me. His tongue demanded entry and he groaned when I submitted and kissed him back with fierceness, the adrenaline now turning into a desperate need. A highly charged arousal heated my blood and I pulled him closer, grabbing his arse and moaning into his mouth.

He pulled away, grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the table, snatching up my bag and pulling his phone from his pocket. “We’re going” he barked and tugged me through the club to the waiting limo, without saying goodbye to anybody.

As soon as we we’re seated in the car his mouth crashed down on mine, devouring me and bruising my lips as he kissed me brutally.

His fingers swept up my dress and as he felt the wetness in my crotch he growled loudly. “I am gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your name and be screaming mine” he snarled. His fingers plunged into me, his thumb flicking my clit as my head shot back and I cried out, his intense lust for me had me panting in need and my inhibitions flew out the window.

He crushed his mouth over mine, swallowing my screams as his fingers pummelled me roughly. “Come on Ava, I want your come dripping down my fingers,” he whispered harshly. “I want your orgasm to rip you in half.” His fingers were now pounding me and I bucked wildly as my climax tore through me.

“Yes baby, give it me, it’s mine!” Mason rasped and bit my neck as I panted harshly.

“
God!”
I hissed, my body still trembling from my powerful orgasm.

Mason removed his fingers and placed them in his mouth, licking my cum off them. “You taste so fucking good, Ava.”

The car stopped but he didn’t wait for the driver to open the door as he shot out and pulled me with him, fumbling desperately with the key trying to unlock the door.

When he finally managed to open it, he pulled me inside, kicked the door shut, and grabbing my wrists he spun me round, held my hands above my head and pulled my dress up, shoving me against the wall.

He impaled me in one angry thrust and I screamed; the intense way he was taking me had me panting for more.

“Fuck Yes Mason, YES!” I shouted, as he pounded into me, still gripping my wrists tightly.

My face was slamming against the wall with every powerful thrust. “You feel me, Ava?” he demanded, his voice loud in the quietness of the room. “Yeah?” I wasn’t sure if he was asking a question or just making a statement.

“Yes! I can feel every fucking hard inch of you,” I growled back to him as his pounding got faster and harder until my body was on fire.

“You’re mine Ava, all fucking mine!”

He gave one hard thrust. “OH FUCK AVA!” he roared as he exploded inside me, triggering my own orgasm as we slammed into each other, his knees buckling underneath him as he let go of my wrists and embraced my stomach, holding me tightly against him.

He rested his head against my shoulder, breathing harshly as we both came down from the incredible high.

He withdrew, turned me around and lifted me up, carrying me over to the sofa where he sat and curled me into his lap.

“Did I hurt you?” He sounded worried and I swiftly shook my head.

“No, I’m good.”

“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered in my ear and gently stroked my back until we both drifted into an exhausted sleep.

CHAPTER 21

I WOKE THE next morning in Mason’s bed, aching everywhere. My head and knuckles hurt, my cheek was swollen and painful and my legs felt heavy and sore.

I climbed out of bed and slipping on Mason’s blue T-shirt went in search of him.

As I approached the kitchen I heard him on the phone. “Well fucking deal with it, I don’t care” he snapped then sighed angrily. “We’ll pay him off, I’m sure the fucking scrote won’t take much.” He huffed again, “You know how to deal with him if he doesn’t accept it.”

He turned towards me as he heard me enter. His face clouded over and he bit his lip. “I’m done,” he snapped to the phone and abruptly ended the call.

His fists clenched as he continued to scrutinise me. I stilled and frowned at his expression. “Mason?” I asked hesitantly.

He sighed heavily and stalked towards me, placing a finger under my chin he tilted my head back as his eyes darkened. “I hurt you” he uttered and I frowned deeper.

“No, you didn’t,” I told him, confused.

His finger trailed along my cheek and I recoiled and hissed as pain shot through me. He scowled and bit his bottom lip. “I did that to you.”

I pulled away and went to look in the hall mirror and gasped when I saw the huge purple bruise on my cheek.

He came up behind me and placed his arms around my shoulders and hugged me. “I’m so sorry, Ava” he whispered, the desperation in his voice making me turn round and cup his face.

“Mason, if you had hurt me I would have stopped you. I could have moved my face off the wall but to be quite honest in the heat of the moment, I didn’t feel a thing.” He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. “Well, I couldn’t feel the pain,” I rephrased with a grin.

He brushed his lips against mine. “I’m sorry,” he breathed against my mouth.

“I know, but honestly I’m fine. We can’t have rough sex without a few bruises.” I winked and walked to the kitchen to pour a coffee.

I sat on a stool and pursed my lips at a sudden thought. “Mason. Where was Dane last night?”

I noticed his jaw tighten and his fists clench but he just shrugged. “Mason?” I tried again but he turned away.

“We had a row,” he finally answered with a blasé shrug. I narrowed my eyes.

“What about?” I had a feeling I already knew but he shrugged again.

“It doesn’t matter,” he asserted but I glared at him.

“Mason, turn around,” I commanded and he slowly spun round to look at me. I narrowed my eyes on him again. “Please tell me I have not come between you and your best friend?”

He laughed bitterly. “Some fucking friend! Your friends don’t hit on the woman you love,” he snarled.

I sighed heavily and rubbed at my temples. “Oh, Mason. When will you understand that I can handle myself,” I fumed and he glowered at me.

“Don’t,” he warned.

I slammed my cup down. “I handled it, Mason. It was mine and Dane’s argument not yours!”

He snorted. “Well its mine and Dane’s argument now” he snapped back and I froze.

“What did you do to him, Mason?” I probed cautiously, now highly aware of Mason’s temper after last night.

He shrugged, “Well put it this way, he won’t be coming on to you again.” He smirked and I stared at him.

“Jesus Christ, Mason!” I fumed, shooting off the stool and toppling it over.

He narrowed his eyes on me. “Why are you defending him Ava?” He tilted his head questioningly and my jaw dropped open when I realised what he was insinuating.

“What?” I scoffed.

He slammed his cup down on the island, it shattered with the forceful impact. “FUCKING HELL AVA, I ASKED WHY YOU ARE DEFENDING HIM?” he roared. I reared back at the viciousness in his tone. He seemed to freeze and he closed his eyes. “Shit Ava, I’m sorry.” I shook my head, turned round and bounded up the stairs two at a time.

He followed me and stood in the doorway as I pulled on my dress and scurried round for my shoes.

“Ava. Baby please,” he begged but I held my hands up.

“Don’t Mason, just don’t,” I breathed. “Where are my shoes?” I asked him sharply.