Nativity: Festive Novella (Heart of Stone #11) (2 page)

I reached down to Courtney taking the
fairy from her hands and everyone counted down. At zero I popped the tip of the
tree up her ass and saluted her; she was so tough, year after year she had
anal, and every year she was always eager for more.

“Now it’s Christmas!” Greg declared as
his arms slid round Courtney’s large round belly and he nuzzled her neck. I
smiled happily, since Greg’s ‘Death’ two years ago, they had never been more in
love, deciding even though Courtney was in her forties to have another child.
Greg was scared to death if something did happen that Courtney needed more
children around her to help her through life without him.

Mason’s hands slipped around my waist
and he pulled me off the stepladder and into his arms when someone switched off
the room light and flicked on the Christmas ones.

My heart swelled as the lights twinkled,
my friends burst into a round of
White Christmas
and Mason held me
close.

I had never loved life or my husband
more than I did right then. I didn’t take my life for granted. It was special
to me, and Mason and my friends.

“Merry Christmas, Katie,” I whispered as
I always did when the tree went up. She had loved Christmas. Even when we were
stood trying to keep warm round some burning boxes would she burst into
Christmas song and encourage me to dance with her.

“Speaking of Katie,” Mason grumbled in
my ear. My shoulders slumped, knowing what was coming. “If that fucking leech
touches her chest once more in front of me, I’m gonna make sure his dick is all
prettied up in a red bow and laid right in line with my ice skates tomorrow.”

Rolling my eyes, I huffed without
turning to him, keeping my eyes on the tree. “Leave it, he’s important to her.”

“Pfft,” he scoffed. “Baby, I know I’m
bias but look at her, she’s the spit of you twenty years ago. She’s fucking
stunning. There’s only one thing he wants from her.”

“Mason,” I sighed, getting bored with
his relentless hatred for Danny, Katie’s boyfriend who’d joined us for
Christmas. “She’s twenty. I’m afraid she’s gonna be having sex…”

A long choked sound droned from him and
he jumped back, staring at me with wide eyes as his head shook from side to
side. “Don’t!” he hissed, his face paling as he pointed his finger at me.
“Don’t ever say that again.”

I stared at him, my lips squashed
together and my chest heaving as I tried to hold the laughter in at the state
of his stricken face. I closed my eyes when he growled at me, his ever widening
eyes horrified at my amusement.

He stepped into me and I gulped. “We –
never – utter – those – words – again!”

I coughed, clearing my throat and
nodded. “Okay, baby. I’m sorry. Katie doesn’t have sex…”

“Yes I do!” Katie butted in when she
heard me.

Oh – Dear – God!

Mason’s face turned into something
Rudolph would be proud of. I’m sure I witnessed steam pouring from his ears as
his teeth vibrated between his jaws.

I gawped at Katie, shaking my head when
Mason slowly turned towards Danny. She stilled, realizing what she’d just said.
Luckily Katie and I had the close relationship where we talked about anything
and everything. Both of us and the girls had had many a fun night getting drunk
and having the usual girly discussions.

However, to Mason she would always be
his little girl that looked at him awestruck and played with dollies.

Danny paled, witnessing for the first
time my glorious bastard. Katie jumped in front of Danny, “But not with Danny,
Dad. He’s…” She took a step backwards, pushing Danny further back when Mason
zeroed his sights on Danny and growled, completely ignoring his daughter’s
attempt to placate him. “…very respectful!”

“Mr Fox,” Danny attempted as he pulled
Katie further in front of him. My eyes widened on him, that cowardly action
would certainly not soothe Mason’s wrath. And it didn’t. Mason snarled loudly
and took another wide step towards him, like an animal stalking its prey.

Nate and George shifted quickly, both of
them blocking Mason. “Xbox!” Greg shouted as Katie grabbed Danny’s hand and
pulled him quickly out of the room.

Mason turned back to me, his eyes dark
and suspicious. “Please tell me she hasn’t slept with that lanky streak of
piss?”

My mouth fell open. “Lanky streak of
piss? Have you seen the muscles on his arms? And his arse is solid.”

Shit!

I grinned at him and took a step
backwards, my back hitting Marcy who scuttled further back to accommodate me as
Mason stalked towards me with his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down like a
meerkat on amphetamines. “What?”

Shaking my head at him, I gulped.
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything, baby. It was Marcy.”

“What the fuck?” Marcy spluttered behind
me. I kicked back, catching her shin with the heel of my foot. “Ohhh,” she
mumbled. “Yes. Yes it was me, Mason. Ava would never say anything like that
about another man.”

“Yes,” he growled at Marcy. “Yes, she
fucking would.”

Marcy nodded like a maniac. “Yes, I
agree, she would. She – so – would!”

Traitorous bitch!

I grinned up at him again when his body
nudged against me, his firm pecs making me lightheaded as his domineering growl
lit me up inside. “Would you care to tell me just how often you look at his
Solid
Arse
?”

“I… I don’t,” I stuttered. “It’s just…
well… it’s kind of…” I knew I’d done the wrong thing when I lifted my hands and
mimicked squeezing Danny’s firm backside. Mason lifted a brow as his eyes
dropped to watch my gesture. I let my hands fall back to my sides and shrugged
with a nervous giggle. “Nothing on yours though, baby. Your arse is just…
heaven, Mason. It’s just…”

I squealed when all of a sudden I was
hoisted over Mason’s shoulder. “You seem a little hot, Ava, I think you need to
cool down.”

“What?”

I gasped when he strolled across the room,
his strength holding me down firmly even though I wriggled against him and
flung open the front door. “Mason! Don’t you dare!”

It had taken us double the amount of
time to reach the cabin due to the horrendous snowstorm that had descended upon
us quickly. Since arriving another four or five inches had fallen, and coupled
with the wind, huge snow dunes had been constructed around the edge of the
large gardens, the tips of each one almost touching the top windows of the
cottage.

And I knew exactly where I was going –
the extra-large one piled up along the border of the driveway.

But he didn’t plonk me in it, oh no,
that would be too gentle for Mason; he fucking launched me in one swing. Both
my arms and legs flung outwards as my little body sailed through the air and I
landed like an upside down snow angel with two broken wings.

I could hear their laughter, each one of
them bloody belly laughing as I spluttered and slid trying to get myself out,
my feet slipping all over as I attempted to right myself. Snow and ice found
every crevice of my body. My teeth chattered as the snow dripped off my head
onto my nose. They were all stood there, bent over, pointing at me as I
resembled a deformed snowman.

My bottom lip quivered, my teeth still shuddering
with a frenzied rhythm as I stared at them. Courtney was the first to stop when
I pulled my shoulders back and walked back into the house, completely ignoring
them. One by one they quietened, each pair of laughing eyes following me guiltily
as I slowly ascended the stairs and traipsed my cold body into the bedroom.

“Ava?”

I heard his soft shout as I turned on
the bath taps and sat on the loo. His face poked around the door but I kept my
gaze on the water slowly rising in the tub.

“Baby?”

“Go away.”

He paused, confused by my reaction
before walking into the room and coming to crouch in front of me as I remained
on the toilet. “Hey,” he whispered when a tear rolled down my cheek. He blinked
at me, lifting his thumb to catch my sorrow. “I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, refusing to look at him
as he wiped off some snow that had stuck to my head. “You hurt me,” I
whispered.

“I did?”

I nodded, sticking my bottom lip out. “I
think you broke my nose.”

I scowled at him when he snorted then
tried to disguise it with a cough. “Your nose looks perfect, baby. It’s not
broken.”

“And…” I cringed but he lifted my chin
with his finger and quirked a brow at me when my eyes met his.

“Tell me.”

I shook my head, lowering my eyes to the
floor as my cheeks heated.

“Ava!” he probed sternly. “Tell me what
I hurt, I feel awful now!”

“You didn’t hurt anything else but…”

“But?”

“I… w… ..elf.” I mumbled to him.

He shook his head, squinting at me. “Baby,
I can’t hear you.”

“I… I… wee’d myself.”

His eyes snapped wide as his teeth sank
into his bottom lip and his face tightened. I scowled harder. “Don’t laugh at
me,” I sobbed.

The arsehole couldn’t hold it in any
longer, his laughter erupted in a fierce bark as his eyes watered and he
squeezed them tight. “I’m not laughing, these are tears of sympathy.”

“You arse!” I slapped his arm and
pouted.

He was still chuckling as he pulled me
off the loo and onto his lap on the floor. “Aww baby…” I couldn’t understand him
between his fits of hysteria but his strong embrace soothed me instantly.
“You’re getting on a bit now Ava, your bladder is bound to pack in sooner or
later.”

My mouth popped open the same as my eyes
did. “What?” I gasped. “Don’t say that!”

He just continued to laugh as he pulled
my head back to his chest and wrapped me up further. When he felt my shivering,
he hoisted me up, stripped me down and gently lowered me into the bath, climbing
in the opposite side after me so he was facing me, the small bath struggling to
accommodate his long legs.

He couldn’t hold back his smile and as
gorgeous as it was I was still sulking.  “I don’t want to grow old, Mason.”

He shrugged. “I do.”

“Eh?”

He sighed and smiled softly, grabbing my
foot from the side where it was tucked beside his thigh and ran his thumb up
the middle, digging into the tight muscle as he started one of his amazing
massages. “I’m tired, Ava. We say we’re retiring then something,
or someone,
drags us back out again. This is it for us now. There’ll be no more adventures.
No more fighting with people that hate us. No more worrying about you getting
kidnapped. No more scared to turn the page in case the next chapter isn’t a
nice one. We’re old. We have to bow down now. I nearly lost you, baby. Well
after this Christmas it’s just going to be you, me, Kade and Grace, to live our
lives privately, hidden away from the world that hurts us.”

I smiled, agreeing with him. “That
sounds good.”

He leaned forward and slipped his hand
behind my neck to pull my face to his. “I love you,” he whispered as his lips
brushed over mine, his tongue sneaking in and flicking the end of mine, the
action always generating a smile from me.

“And me, you,” I replied with the same
hushed tone.

He groaned when I slid my hand under the
water and enclosed his hard cock in my fingers. He grinned at me through our
kiss and I smirked back. “I’m gift wrapping my present.”

He chuckled then slid back out of my
reach. “That means you can’t have it until Christmas.”

I stared at him when he copied my lost
pose and took hold of his shaft in his own fist, sliding his hand slowly up and
down as he came to kneel up in the bath, his hips in line with my face.
Naturally, I inched forward but he tutted at me and gestured me back again with
his hands. “I’ve told you, no touching until Christmas.”

“WHAT?”

His teeth sank into his lip, his eyes darkening
as his arousal peaked and he started to thrust his hips, forcing his cock
harder into his enclosed hand. My heart rate escalated as my pussy slicked in
preparation for him. If there was anything I knew about my husband, it was that
he couldn’t keep his hands off me. But I continued to watch him pleasuring
himself for my benefit as much as his own. He looked so fucking stunning, his
rock hard stomach rippling as he started to pant and speed up his masturbating,
his eyes on my mouth as my lips parted and I ran my tongue along them hungrily.
His chest heaved profoundly, his glorious pecs lifting and lowering as swiftly
as his lungs filled and emptied, his brow furrowing as his need intensified.

“Fuck your fist harder, Mason. I want to
hear you groan for me.”

He pulled in a breath, his thighs now
trembling as he increased his pace and fucked his hand harder and faster. I
could physically see his cock swell between his fingers as his balls drew in
tight against him. Suddenly, I didn’t want him to fuck me. I wanted him to
finish like this.