The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (78 page)

“Does she even realise I’m here?” I whispered to him as she made her way over to us with a large tray.

He chuckled. “I don’t care if she does or doesn’t.
I know
you’re here because my dicks hard like it always is when you’re close,” he said huskily and I squirmed in my seat.

“Here you are Mr Fox, would you like me to pour?” She tipped her head slightly, battered her eyelashes and stuck her hip out gently. Well that was it; I sniggered at her flirtatious action and looked out of the window biting my lip to stop the full on laugh that was threatening to erupt from me.

“Champagne, Miss Stone?” Mason asked, and from his tone I knew he was hiding his own snicker.

“Lovely, Mr Fox.” I smiled and fluttered my eyelashes at him. His shoulders tipped and he looked down at the floor.

“I would absolutely adore a taste of your plums, Brooke,” I hummed. Mason snorted, his shoulders now jigging about as he tried to busy himself tying his shoelace.

Brooke gave me a questioning look. I smiled and pointed to the fruit on the tray. “Oh Yes Miss, of course.” She smiled. “Would you like anything with them?” she asked as she sliced a plum onto a little plate.

“How about some of your delicious cream, Brooke.” I grinned.

Mason shot out of his chair and headed towards a little door at the back of the plane. “Bathroom,” he stammered and as the door shut, I could hear his loud laughter.

Brooke looked at the door then me, wide eyed. “Oh you’ll have to excuse him Brooke, he gets very nervous on plane journeys but his nerves come out in fits of laughter,” I informed her with a serious face.

“Oh dear,” she sighed sympathetically. I nodded and gave her a sad look.

The bathroom door opened and Mason stepped out.

“Would you like anything else, Miss?” Brooke asked and I grinned wickedly.

“Well . . . I would really like to squeeze your peaches.”

Mason spun on his heel and disappeared back into the bathroom as another bout of laughter erupted.

“Just to see if they’re ripe,” I explained after and she smiled happily and passed one to me. “Wow!” I spoke loudly, “Your peaches are lovely and firm, Brooke.”

Brooke and I both stared at the bathroom door as Mason snorted loudly. She turned to me with a woeful expression, “The poor man.”

I nodded. “Yes, poor, poor man.” I agreed gravely.

That will teach him!

* * *

We landed at Beziers Cap d’Agde a short while later.

“France!” I declared, beaming widely. “Wow, Mason. I don’t know what to say.” I giggled like a school girl and jumped into his arms, kissing him happily, hungrily and very, very passionately.

“It’s only until Monday morning, baby. And yes, I phoned work for you but I have to be back in London for Monday afternoon. I just thought you could do with a break. And I wanted you to myself before . . . well just for a few days.” He smiled timidly.

I grinned again, “God, I love you.”

He cupped my face tenderly “Ava, I . . . I . . .” His eyes grew wet and he swallowed heavily.

“Hey,” I whispered. “What’s wrong?” He bit his bottom lip and looked lost. “Mason?”

He blinked and shook his head, plastering a smile on his face; one I noticed didn’t reach his eyes. “Nothing baby, ignore me.” He laughed nervously and grabbed my hand. “Come on, I need to get you naked.” He gave me his unique sexy grin and pulled me through the airport and into a waiting car.

“M. Fox, Miss Stone. Bienvenue chez France.” Our driver smiled politely and tipped his head.

“Merci,” Mason said brightly and ushered me into the car.

We drove in silence whilst I took in the beautiful and stunning scenery and before long we pulled into a gravel driveway in front of a large rustic chateau. I gasped at its simple beauty. “Mason, it’s fabulous,” I breathed as my door opened and climbed out.

It was built from old stone, the front of it was covered with masses of sweeping green ivy and climbing roses.

Mason’s arms settled around my waist. He planted a small warm kiss on the nape of my neck. “It blends into the background against your beauty, Ava.” His lips kissed their way up my neck to my ear, his hot breath whispering against my skin. “I’m gonna take you in every single room Ava. I’m going to make love to you until we both collapse with exhaustion and then I’m going to have you again.” I closed my eyes and moaned at his words.

A slight cough informed us that the driver had finished carting our bags in; the bags that Mason had secretly packed this morning while I was sleeping.

Mason turned to him and scowled. “Wait!” he barked. The driver tipped his head and took a step backwards.

He turned his attention back to me and slowly turned me to face him. “You’re mine, Ava,” he whispered as his lips crashed down on mine in a forceful and demanding kiss.

He suddenly pulled away and I gasped for a breath as his eyes bore into me. “Mine,” he whispered again as he turned and walked towards the driver.

What the hell was that all about? I was used to Mason’s possessive words but something this time seemed different. My heart was pounding at the intensity of his words and a little thought bounced into my head.
Kade!

I closed my eyes and tried desperately to slow my rapid heartbeat.

When I opened them Mason was stood by the door to the chateau, a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye. “Come on, baby. You’re currently wearing too many clothes.” He held out his hand and I walked over to him, searching his face for answers but saw nothing.

Back to his usual self he led me through the house as we uncovered each room and my excitement rose at the authentic décor of the furnishings and design.

* * *

“It’s so beautiful.” We were sat at an iron garden table on the large sun terrace facing what seemed like miles and miles of greenery and fauna. The sun was sparkling off the surface of a small but adequate pool, the sheer tranquillity and serenity of the view had us mellow and quiet.

Mason had opened a bottle of wine and plated some cheese and meats along with a large baguette and we both tucked in as we sat in comfortable silence.

I turned to look at Mason who seemed lost somewhere in his head. “You Okay?” I asked quietly, tipping my head to the side.

He sighed heavily and looked at me. He didn’t say anything but nodded his head and smiled sadly.

I needed to get him out of his mood so I stood and took a step towards him. He looked up at me, squinting at the bright sun situated behind me. I slowly raised my hands to my T-shirt and grasping the hem, slowly lifting it over my head.

I remained still and silent as I saw the colour of his eyes change, from his usual grey to near black. His chest heaved in a sure sign that I had his attention.

I reached behind me and slipped the small zip of my skirt, letting it pool around my ankles. I was now stood in my baby blue bra and thong. His breaths were getting harsher. He held my eyes, boring into my soul as I reached around and unhooked my bra and slowly peeled it away from me.

He still held my eyes but a small curl had lifted his lip. His hands were fisted on his thighs, a sign he was struggling to keep his composure. I turned around to face the pool so my back was to him, slipped my fingers in the edge of my thongs and swept them inch by inch down my legs, bending at the waist as I took them off.

I heard a deep groan from Mason as I slipped them off my ankles, now fully naked and fully bent over.

I stood back up and turned to see him now stood, sweeping his own shirt over his head. I watched him as he popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zip as he looked at me. “I am gonna fuck you hard and raw Ava,” he growled.

I smiled wickedly. “I was hoping so.”

He pushed his shorts down with his jeans and stood out of them. He was stood gloriously naked and hard. A harsh breath escaped my mouth at the sight of him.

“
Jesus!”
I breathed. A flash of fire glinted across his eyes.

He took a step towards me as his tongue swept across his bottom lip, and I moaned at the pure sex that was emanating from him. A wicked grin spread across his face and his eyes darkened further as a small snarl ripped from his throat.

I squealed as I leapt up and sprinted across the lawn, Mason closing the gap behind me. “You can’t escape Ava,” he laughed and I stopped dead, spun round and lurched back towards the pool. “I am so gonna spank your arse when I get you.” He growled and I squealed again in excitement. God this game was hot!

We were both laughing hard and running around a well-manicured French garden naked. I spotted the pool and took a quick glance over my shoulder to find Mason nearly upon me so I took a final sprint and dived into the pool.

I surfaced, laughing and panting as I swept my hair back and looked around for Mason. My heart plummeted at the sight of him. He was stood, frozen in place staring at me in the pool with an expression I couldn’t read marring his beautiful face.

“Mason?” I rasped.

His eyes shot to mine as he shook his head rapidly. “Not the pool, Ava.”

I frowned, swan to the edge and pulled myself out. “Are you afraid of water?” I asked him quietly as I approached him.

His gaze locked on me. “No,” he said simply and I cocked my head.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I palmed his cheek.

He leant into my hand and closed his eyes, sighing deeply but didn’t speak. Reaching on my tiptoes I planted small kisses along his jaw, sneaking my tongue out to taste him. His stubble tickled my lips and I worked my way over to his mouth, sucking and nibbling on his bottom lip.

His arms slid around me and he opened up to allow me in. I kissed him with everything I had, wanting to erase his pain and torment. He moaned and plunged his tongue into my mouth, expertly taking control and demanding submission of my tongue and the kiss.

Both his hands came up to my head, one cupping the back of it as he drew me closer, the other twisting around my hair and holding me still. His mouth left mine to trail his tongue down the column of my neck and across my collar bone, biting the soft flesh under it, producing a moan and a surge of lust from me.

“Mason, I need you,” I breathed as I tipped my head back to give him better access to my neck as he worked his way back up to my mouth.

“How much, Ava? How much do you want me?” He bit my bottom lip and tugged it with his teeth triggering another loud moan.

“With everything I am Mason, all of me.” He moaned at my words and sweeping his arms under my knees, he lifted me and carried me over to a spot of grass . . . away from the pool.

He sprawled out beside me as his hands feverishly explored my body, his long fingers skimming every inch of my skin as he consumed me in a fervent kiss. “Oh Ava,” he breathed as he lowered down to nibble on the flesh of a heavy breast, sucking and biting me all over, covering me with bites and blemishes; marking me as his.

My arousal was so intense I was yanking and pulling at his hair. “Please Mason, you’re killing me.”

He crawled back up to my face, taking my mouth under his again as he slowly and gently nudged himself into me. I arched at the erotic fullness, the delicious stretch of my muscles as he slid in to the maximum. I groaned loudly as I felt him touch my cervix and then pull out so, so slowly, “Oh God.”

He continued the slow torturous rhythm. “God Ava, you were made for me. Mine!” His teeth grazed my neck, now biting and slurping the skin there as I lifted my hips to meet each and every drive into me.

The pleasure was building rapidly and I felt my imminent orgasm as I clutched at his arse, pulling him tighter into me.

He hugged my waist and rolled us over so I was on top. “Make love to me, Ava. Take me. Use me.” He groaned as I started moving, his hands worshiping my breasts as I rested mine on his hard chest and took control, working us into a sweat.

Taking each of his hands in mine I raised to the tip of him, paused and them slowly slid back down, grinding into him as I took in his full length.

“
Christ,
” he croaked as I did it again.

His hands slid round to cup my arse as he lifted me. Bringing his hips up to meet me, he speared me in a powerful thrust that made him cry out. The sensation had me growling and riding him harder and faster.

“Come on Ava, fuck me.” His hands now rested on my hips as he ground into me on each plunge down. I raised my own hands to my breasts, tugging at my nipples as his eyes darkened and I felt him harden further.

“Come for me, Ava” he ordered as he slid his thumb between us and pressed it against my clit. My orgasm started in my toes and savagely shot through me, tightening each and every muscle on its way through.

“
Mason!
” I screamed loudly as my climax triggered Mason’s potent orgasm. He cried my name as he gripped my hips so tightly I knew he would leave bruises.

I leant forwards and rested my head on his chest as his arms circled me, holding me close. “I love you Mason, so fucking much,” I whispered as his hand swept away the hair that had fallen across my face.

We lay there silent and spent for a few minutes until he rolled us over and pulled out. Lifting me gently he walked us back to the sundeck and settled me on a large cushion filled wicker sofa then covered me with a thin throw.

“Sleep baby, I have a few calls to make,” he whispered and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

As he turned to walk away I grabbed his hand, “Mason.” He didn’t turn and look at me but didn’t pull away either. I frowned, “You would tell me if something was wrong, wouldn’t you?”

He stiffened and his shoulders sagged but he finally looked at me. “Would you?” he countered, causing my frown to deepen.

“Of course,” I told him. He nodded slowly then walked into the house.

I realised that he had deflected the question. Something was wrong but I couldn’t work out what, even though a tiny voice in my head kept shouting Kade’s name out.

CHAPTER 47

WE SPENT A wonderful afternoon exploring the area, visiting a vineyard and the local tourist spots. Mason seemed back to his usual self; whispering words of adoration or cheeky comments in my ear, kissing me often and tenderly and refused to drop my hand, holding me close and tight but there was still the sadness and dullness in his eyes.