The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

  My urgency surged and I crashed back on to him as he pounded into me. “Fuck!” I snarled furiously as Nate reached round and pinched my clit.

  “COME. NOW” He commanded. Like I had a bloody choice.

  He erupted powerfully into me as soon as my own orgasm hit, his hand covered my mouth to stifle my scream as he continued to pump his cum into me. It seemed to go on forever and when I thought he’d finally emptied he gave another push, squeezing out every little drop.

  I sank my chest and head onto his desk as he rested his body against my back. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned. We lay there for minutes, completely spent and exhausted.

  “You okay, Liv?” he asked softly into my back.

  I nodded my head lazily. “I’m well and truly fucked!” I chuckled and groaned when he laughed, his movement pushing me into the desk, the edge cutting into my stomach. “You’re gonna have to get off me, Nate. This desk is cutting me in two.”

  He lifted his body away swiftly, “Sorry, baby.”

  “I’m okay.” I laughed at the alarm on his face when he kissed the groove the desk had made on my belly.

  As I put my shirt back on Nate looked at me with a sly smile. “You really will do anything for your boss, won’t you Liv?”

  Tucking my shirt into the waistband of my skirt, I walked over to him and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Only you Nate, only you.”

  He gave me a huge beam and flung his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. “Damn right, woman,” he grumbled as he leant down to kiss my mouth.

  As I approached the door I turned to him, “Me and the kids are going bowling tonight. You wanna come with us?” I asked shyly, not sure if bowling was something a hugely successful businessman did.

  He gave me a tender smile, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah, I’d like that, Liv.” He looked really pleased to be invited into our family outing, just something so minor. I secretly wondered if he was lonely.

  “Good,” I smiled back widely, “7ish?” I probed and he nodded.

  “I’ll pick you up.”

  I halted my step, halfway out of his door. “Uhh, will we all fit into Virgil?” I asked as I turned back to him.

  “Well there’s no way you’ll get me into Betty.” He grimaced at the thought of my little Mini.

  My mouth dropped open, affronted. “Don’t you diss Betty,” I warned him. “She been good to me.” I narrowed my eyes on him as he laughed hard.

  “You mean she saw you coming, with your tenner,” he mocked, biting his lip to stop himself laughing some more.

  I widened my eyes at him. “Are you saying me and Betty are cheap?”

  He came over to me and placed his palm on the side of my head. “Oh baby, you are anything but cheap. You’re classy, lavish and very, very elite, Angel.” He brushed his lips across mine tenderly. I caught a glimpse of Rachel in the corner of my eye as she sneakily watched us.

  Pulling back, I signalled to Nate with my eyes that we were being watched and gave him a sly smile. “Well thank you, Mr Carter, I shall make sure I pay more attention to my work ethic in the future.” I winked. “And particularly your work ethic” I added with a smug smile as I strolled passed Rachel and gave her a sickly grin.

  “Make sure you do, Miss Adams. No more impertinence,” he shouted after me as I disappeared into the elevator laughing.

  Chapter Fifteen

  ERIN AND MATT squealed loudly when they saw Nate pull up in ‘Virgil.’

  “Oh my God. I wish everyone at school could see this,” Matt declared, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped in a drool.

  “You want me to ask Nate to drive you past all your friends’ houses and pip?” I joked.

  He spun to stare at me. “Would he?” he asked, obviously not getting I was teasing him.

  Erin shook her head in frustration. “Do you know Matt, sometimes you really act your age!”

  “What?” Matt exclaimed to her as we all piled out of the house and clambered into Virgil as they all said their hello’s.

  As I settled in the seat next to Nate he gave me a shy smile. “Hi.” He smiled timidly, clearly not sure how to act with me around the kids.

  Smiling at him I reached up and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips, showing him it was fine to be ourselves. . . . within a limit of course. He grinned widely; visibly happy now that he knew I had spoken with the kids about him.

  Matt had taken the news in his stride when I told him about my relationship with Nate, he just grinned and said “Cool” and that was it.

  “Ready?” Nate asked everyone. “You locked your door properly, Liv?” he mocked.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yes! I’ve locked the door this time so I know it will be secure.” I stuck my tongue out at him and he held his chest in feign offense.

  “I DID lock it Liv, I’m sure I did.”

  “What’s up?” Erin asked, listening to our conversation.

  “Nothing, Sweetheart. Nate locked up behind us yesterday and when I got back the door was unlocked. So obviously somebody had struggled to turn a key,” I ridiculed Nate with a smirk and tilted brow.

  Erin pulled a face. “Strange though because when I got back from college one day last week the door was unlocked then. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, I just thought Matt was in but when I think about it now it was the day he went to his friends,” Erin said as she frowned. Nate gave me a troubled look.

  “It’s probably just a dodgy lock,” I assured everyone, a little tremor passing through me.

  “Liv,” Nate addressed me and I looked at him. “Get your locks changed tomorrow, please,” he ordered, no room for argument.

  Nodding my head at him I turned to Erin. “Did you notice anything strange after?” I asked her, desperately needing to find a conclusion. It probably was a dodgy lock but there was a little anxiety coursing through me.

  “Not really,” she said slowly. I saw Nate’s eyes shift to the rear-view mirror to study her.

  “Anything?” he asked, quite harshly. I gave him a stern look. The last thing I needed was for him to freak out the bloody kids.

  “Well . . .” She swallowed. “Tt looked like someone had rolled about on your bed,” she said giving me an apprehensive look. “You know you always make your bed to perfection, well it was kind of untidy . . . like . . . like someone had slept in it.” She was biting her lip now, a worried look on her face. “I just thought you had been late for work because your underwear was scattered on the floor.”

  I heard Nate hiss in a breath. I slyly nudged him and gave him a little shake of my head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I remember the day. I was running late, I didn’t have much time so I just pulled the duvet up,” I reassured her, my heart pounding and my hands sweating, hoping she didn’t catch on that I was lying through my teeth.

  “Oh thank god!” she exhaled, relaxing her shoulders, happy now that the matter was solved.

  When we pulled into the bowling alley and were walking across the car park, Nate took my hand and pulled me back so the kids couldn’t hear. “I don’t like this, Liv. First the phone calls and now this,” he said, his face etched with worry and anger. “Just the thought of somebody in your bed!!” he scowled, “And what’s with the underwear? All over the fucking floor!”

  He was seething now and I took his hand. “Nate. Calm down,” I encouraged with a squeeze of my hand. “I promise to get my locks changed tomorrow and if there’s any more funny stuff I’ll get on to the police,” I swore, lifting my lips to him, giving him a reassuring kiss.

  “You promise?” he asked, regarding me with a serious look on his face.

  “Yes, I promise.” I smiled to hide my own apprehension. “Now come on, let me thrash your magnificent arse at bowling.” I giggled as he gave me an ‘are you serious woman’ look.

  “You have no bloody chance, baby, I’m sorry!” he bragged, laughing at my scandalized expression.

  Two hours later we were all sat in a burger bar laughing at Nate’s competitivenes
s. He had teamed up with Matt while Erin and I had partied up, his eagerness to win had him cheating throughout the game.

  When it was my turn he had slipped his palm across my bottom as I bent to take a shot, bent over at the side of me to give me a fantastic view of his tight arse as I bowled and whispered lewd things in my ear about my own backside as I aimed the ball towards the remaining pins.

  Then when it was Erin’s turn he told hysterical jokes while she was trying to concentrate, coughed loudly and made her jump as she hurled the ball down the alley; he even tried to offer her £50 to throw the game.

  Everyone had taken it in good humour and Matt and Nate had bonded well, both high-fiving and hugging when they won.

  Brad had arranged to meet Erin in the restaurant and he had joined us at our table, squeezing in beside Erin and kissing her lovingly when he arrived.

  I gave Nate a querying look as he sat scrutinizing Brad, checking him out. When he seemed to conclude that Brad was absolutely smitten with Erin, he relaxed and joined in the banter with us. It was a very parental thing to do and it astounded me, especially when I noticed that Nate hadn’t realised he was doing it, like it was in his natural instincts. It made my heart swell, knowing that Nate cared for my children already and that they were comfortable with him being around.

  “You looking forward to your holiday?” Nate asked Erin as we all slumped back in our seats, full and bursting after the burgers.

  Nodding frantically, Erin beamed. “God Yes! I’m gonna miss you though, Mum,” she said, turning to me.

  “Oh, I’ll be fine,” I said casually, giving Nate a nudge under the table as his hand came to rest on my thigh.

  Erin nodded at me. “What day are you meeting J . . . Beth?” she managed to hide before slipping up fully.

  Nate’s hand paused on its route up my thigh. I felt him tense as he caught Erin’s salvaged slip-up. He narrowed his eyes at no one in particular as I stammered through Erin’s question. “Thursday.”

  She nodded. “Okay, give her my love, won’t you?”

  Luckily Matt turned to Nate, changing the subject. “You play Xbox, Nate?”

  “Sure.” Nate smiled at him and they discussed different games and achievements between themselves.

  I sat back, looking over my family with a fierce love and devotion. The ‘unlocked door’ situation came into my mind and I sat contemplating what to do, silently arguing with myself about it. It had unnerved me when Erin had told me of what had happened to my bed and underwear; it was possible that I had just swept my duvet up but there was no way I had left my underwear scattered on the floor, it just wasn’t me to be so untidy.

  I had a niggling uneasiness about it all and Nate was right; after the phone calls and now this I was also getting the impression something or somebody was not right and I was eager to get the house locks changed just for peace of mind. I would make sure that I put the door chains on as well from now on whenever we were in the house.

  Nate dropped us at home a little later and was adamant that he came in and checked the house before we entered, and I was secretly thankful to him.

  We were sat at the kitchen table, coffee in hand and the kids had gone upstairs to blatantly give us some alone time.

  “You sure you don’t want me to stay the night, Liv? I would feel more relaxed knowing that you were all safe,” he tried, obviously still worried about the situation.

  “No Nate, it’s fine, I’ll put the chains on and make sure everything is secured when you leave”

  “I can sleep on the couch” he persevered. “I won’t make a sound.”

  “No!” I laughed at him, “Honestly, trust me.” I took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

  “I’m worried, Liv. Something is seriously wrong here.” His brow was wrinkled and his eyes were full of concern.

  “Babe,” I implored. “Please, don’t worry. I’ll take my phone to bed with me and I’ll ring you as soon I as I hear or sense anything suspicious and I’ll text you as soon as I wake in the morning. Okay?” I guaranteed him, needing to reassure him.

  He nodded solemnly, submitting and took my hand. “I just love you, Angel and I don’t want anything to happen to you or the kids.”

  I nodded my understanding and changed the subject. “You want me to come to yours Wednesday night or straight from work?”

  “Straight from work,” he answered quickly. “And don’t forget to pack an evening dress cause it’s the NSC Employee Awards Saturday night,” he reminded me

  I groaned, the whole do was something I was NOT looking forward to, I abhorred formal events like these. “Can’t I miss it?” I pleaded sulking.

  “No Liv you can’t. You’re nominated for three awards,” he informed me proudly.

  “What?!” I asked unbelievably, “I don’t think I’ve contributed much to the business since I’ve been there.”

  “Don’t be silly Liv. You are good at your job and you deserve to be recognised for it,” he informed me. “I’ve also booked us Thursday and Friday off so we can make the most of our precious alone time together.”

  I stiffened. Shit! How was I going to explain this? “Well . . . I’d already booked Thursday off Nate, I have things to do then.” I cringed inwardly.

  “Oh! What things?”

  “I’ve got to buy a dress for Saturday.” I smiled, pleased at my quick retort.

  “Well that’s fine, I can come with you and help you choose one.” He grinned, happy at rectifying the situation.

  Fuck! Bollocks! “Well . . . I . . . I’ve already asked Beth to go with me. We were making it a girlie day, you know; hair, nails and make-over kind of thing!” Well done Liv! “I promise to come straight back to yours when we’re done.” I smiled hopefully.

  He was giving me a curious look, scrutinizing my features as if he knew I was lying. “Okay,” he said, dully. “I’ll cook for you, if it’s gonna be a busy day for you,” he brooded.

  “That’ll be good.” I grinned at him, feeling shamefaced about deceiving him. “I might even invest in some nice new, sexy lingerie while I’m out,” I added, trying to lift the mood, giving him my sexiest smile.

  He regarded me, a twitch at the corner of his lips. “Toys?” he coaxed, his eyes glinting as he pictured some of the naughty things he wanted to do to me.

  My pussy clenched and my breath quickened, excited now as I contemplated which toys to invest in. “Anything in particular?”

  He pulled me onto his lap and nibbled my neck, his palms brushing over my breasts. “Whatever takes your fancy, baby,” he breathed, his arousal evident in his lap, making me shift a little to accommodate it.

  “Stop it!” I scolded him, giggling.

  As Nate left he ordered me to double check that everything was secure as I shut the door behind him, and to text him before I went to sleep.

  I inspected everything thoroughly as I walked round the house, making sure all the doors and windows were locked and I closed all the curtains tightly. I was nervous and worked myself into a state by the time I went upstairs to bed.

  Texting goodnight to Nate, I laid in bed staring at the dark ceiling listening intently and freezing at every slight noise. I could hear a whisper of a kind of whir but put it down to my alarm clock playing up; next doors dog kept barking, making me sit up straight and pin my ears back, and Matt was snoring so loudly that I was getting annoyed with him in case I missed an important sound.

  I now wished I had let Nate stay over but I was adamant I retained my independence and started looking after myself, although braving tonight was pushing those things to the limit.

  Eventually I dropped into a fretful sleep, still jumping at every sound. I was relieved when the sun rose, even if it was before my scheduled time to get up.

  Taking a long soak and cleaning the house thoroughly it was time to set off to work; I looked as awful as I felt and secretly hoped I wouldn’t bump into Nate today because he would be able to see the toil the night had had on me.

  As I l
eft the house and locked up I was already on my phone arranging for a locksmith to visit after work, informing him that I wanted new dead bolt locks and replacement window security.

  As I approached Betty I noticed she had a flat tyre. “Oh for fucks sake!” I exclaimed already in a mood to freeze hell due to my lack of sleep.

  After desperately phoning for a taxi, I texted Grace to tell her I was going to be late when my phone rang in my hand. Nate’s name came up on the display. “Hey, Angel” he sang as I answered.

  “Morning,” I replied sullenly.

  “Oh, dear. Someone had a bad night,” he laughed down the phone.

  “And obviously someone didn’t,” I sneered back.

  “Everything okay last night, Liv?”

  “Yes apart from you working me into so much of a state that I jumped at every single fucking sound all night.”

  “Hey Baby, I’m sorry,” he apologised genuinely. “I was just worried about you.”

  I relented, softening to his gentle voice. “I know Nate, ignore me I’m just tired and late for work already!”

  “Why are you running late?” he asked with interest in his voice.

  “Betty’s got a flat.”

  “Really? She was fine last night when I left ‘cause I made a point of checking her over what with everything that has happened.”

  “Well she has now!” I informed him as the taxi pulled up. “I’ve gotta go Nate, my taxi’s here.”

  “Okay. Try and cheer up. I love you,” he urged.

  I smiled. “I’ll try. I love you too.” I ended the call and climbed in the taxi.

  A little after lunch I was sat at my desk when Josh came in. “Hey, Sweetie.” He grinned at me. “Another delivery for Miss Adams.” He wiggled his eyebrows as I took in the three large white boxes in his arms with ‘The Bunting Bakery’ embossed in expensive gold lettering on the side.

  I gasped at the offering; The Bunting Bakery was the most expensive and chic designer cake shop in London. Its baked goods were to die for. They specialised in luxurious sponges with sumptuous toppings, cheesecakes so creamy that your taste buds demanded more and homemade biscuits so crumbly that they melted on your tongue.