Kade (NSC Industries) (3 page)

“Oh that is such shame; we would have had more time to…”
He flapped his hands around as if trying to find the word he needed before his
eyes sharpened and he continued, “…catch up, but unfortunately I am in rather
rush at now and am lacking enough time for your attention.”

I shook my head, clearing his bad English grammar from my
head as I flicked my eyes to the floor to measure the distance he was from me.

Maybe another ten inch.

“That is such a shame Ivan; we could have traded enigmas over
tea and cakes.”

His head flicked backwards as he bellowed with a huge
Russian laugh and stamped his foot exaggeratedly, “So very British, Miss
Beaumont.”

The stupid twat behind me laughed with him and I rolled
my eyes.

Come on dickshit, another three inch.

Ivan sighed heavily as he bent to pick up my gun and
studied it, “Very nice. Favourite of yours?”

“Absolutely not,” I smirked. “I prefer a more hands on
approach.”

He shrugged and pursed his lips, “Would you like me… be
more
hands on
?”

Gotcha!

“I would relish that, Ivan. I always thought we should
have had a closer relationship.”

He smirked and took the extra step I needed.

Good boy!

Using the goon behind me, I used his arm brace to support
my upper body as I pushed back on him and used him as a makeshift bounce board,
kicking up my legs and ricocheting off Ivan’s chest, allowing me to flip
backwards over goons head and have him in a headlock before he realised what
was happening. Unsheathing my knife from my garter I threw it and impaled Ivan
straight through his right eye, penetrating his brain exactly where I needed it
to eradicate him swiftly before I twisted the goon’s head round sharply and
snapped his neck.

“You… Fuck, Beaumont, just… fuck!” Liam was livid as him
and three of my colleagues charged through the stairwell door and quickly
started to assess the carnage, as I slid my knife from Ivan’s eyes socket.

“Thanks for the assistance!” I scowled as I rolled my
shoulders and cracked them back into place whilst Harry smirked at me.

“What was it you said to Liam, Grace?
Negative, sir.”
He mimicked with a smug laugh.

I poked my tongue out as I dropped my knife into the clear
evidence bag Jamal was holding open to me. “Remember who it belongs to” I
warned as he rubbed my shoulder and leaned into me.

“Good work, Grace.”

“At least someone appreciates my proficiency, Jamal,
thank you.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Beaumont. This is a bloodbath. How
the hell am I supposed to explain a double assassination to the committee? They’ll
presume you’ve gone gung ho
again
, which looking at the mess you’ve
made, I would have a tendency to agree with them.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes as Jamal shot me a worried
glance. “Liam, what did you want me to do? Risk, one…” I gestured as I counted
off on my fingers, “…let them go again after eight bloody months of
surveillance? Two, let them end me, although that might have actually brought a
smile to your face.” He narrowed his eyes in a fierce glare but the day had
been an epic arse and my temper was frayed with Liam, the job and just about
everything in my sorry excuse of an existence, because it certainly wasn’t a
life. “And three, which would have me preferring the second option, just as you
do, would be for them to take out Alain?”

Liam Thornton, the head of MI5, my boss and sometimes a
right royal pain in the arse was both a fierce superior and a supportive
substitute father. He had been there for me since my fourteenth birthday, the
day mine and my younger brother Marcus’s lives had changed forever. I loved him
but he aggravated the god damn hell out of me.

“Back up, Beaumont! You should have bloody waited for
us.”

“My name is Grace, Liam, and whilst I waited for you lot
to trot up the stairs like teenage girls at a One Direction concert, I neutralized
the threat.”

I could feel the anger radiating off him as his face
reddened and the air in the room stilled as the others gawped at my
insubordination but tried to appear uninterested in our exchange.

His chest heaved and his jaw clenched when he took a step
towards me. “Because I know what today is for you
Grace
, I’ll not haul
your ass so hard you’ll feel the backlash for a damn year, but for your benefit
I’m ordering you to go the fuck home.” He snarled at me before he took a
backward step and locked me down in his turbulent gaze, “My office, seven AM
for debrief.”

I sucked air through my teeth and shook my head sadly as
I made my way towards the stairs, picking up my gun before I turned back to
him, “You know, Liam, once in a while you might find that a thank you and well
done Grace, rolls off the tongue nicely.”

He scoffed but then sighed, “Go home, Beaumont.”

I nodded sadly before I descended the stairs and
retrieved my shoes on the way out; the soft pull of home, beer and a hot bath
the only things stopping me from visiting the gym to pound out my frustration.
Oh, and Brady; a night of hard fucking with Brady worked too.

***

I frowned at the car parked on the road outside our
house, my eyes and ears on high alert as I scanned the vicinity looking for
anything out of the ordinary as I slid my hand inside my bag and palmed my gun.
My job made it instinctive to query any unfamiliar change in setting or
regularity and I was still conscious of my surroundings as I opened the front
door and came to an abrupt halt at the sight of my boyfriend fucking my best
friend on our spiral staircase.

Epic day!

Another memorable moment to celebrate my birthday every
year with.

They didn’t hear me, just carried on screwing as I stood
there, the front door open and surely blowing a breeze over their bare arses as
Bella’s long black hair flicked over Brady’s face and caused him to scrunch up
his nose.

And still, they continued; Bella bouncing briskly on
Brady’s lap as he buried his face in her chest, trying to capture one of her
nipples in his mouth as they bobbed up and down in perfect rhythm to their
fucking whilst his hands attempted to grab her hair and shift it from his face.

I smiled at my friend as I lifted him and shot a hole
through the step above their heads.

Brady jumped so high, he bucked Bella off his cock and
she bumped the four steps to the ground on her backside.

“Grace?” Brady shot upright and covered his dick with his
hands. Why, I have no idea, it wasn’t like it was anything new, unless Bella
had super powers and his knob was now glowing luminous yellow.

“Yup!” I said calmly as I lifted my piece again and aimed
it as his groin. The temptation was overwhelming and if wasn’t for the fact
that I was already in the dog house with the boss, I’d have shot the bastard’s
cock into China.

“Grace, listen…” he tried desperately but I flicked my
gun and fired a bullet just off his foot. He skipped sideways and glared at me,
“Fuck, you mad bitch…”

“Seriously, Brady! My birthday?”

He sighed and had the decency to look contrite as Bella
tried to pick herself up. A simple shot into the wall beside her head halted
the treacherous bitch from going anywhere.

“Grace! Stop!” Brady grumbled as he slipped into his
boxers and swiped his jeans off the bottom step.

My jaw dropped with his order and I scoffed, “Stop what,
Brady? Are you telling me I shouldn’t be angry that my boyfriend and my best
friend have been fucking behind my back? Or should I not be angry about the
fact that’s it’s my god damn birthday and you know what that shit means to me?”

He took a step into me and made for my hand but I pulled
away and glared at him, “Get your stuff together and go.”

“What?”

He actually looked stunned and I peered at him in
disbelief, “What, what?”

“You honestly want me to leave?” He asked as he demanded
my hand and grabbed it forcefully this time.

I frowned at him, the shock of his reaction numbing my
anger slightly as I yanked my hand back, “What the fuck are you on, Brady. Have
you been smoking again?”

“Grace, stop with the nervous humour. I love you, you
know I do.”

I glanced between him and Bella, frowning at her also as
she sat with her knees against her chest and her back resting on the wall as
she studied our interaction.

“Well okay then,” I sighed and smiled before I started to
strip out of my dress. I reached for the zip and slowly lowered it, keeping my
eyes on Brady’s confused ones as it dropped to the floor and left me in my
knickers, bra and garter.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he flicked a glance
over my body then across to Bella, who just shrugged and eyed my tits.

“Well, you say you love me so that makes cheating okay,
so let’s all just fuck each other seems as though we’re all friends. After the
day I’ve had, I need a good fuck.”

His eyes lit up and the smuggest of smiles erupted on his
handsome face. “Shit babe, if I’d have known you was into kink I’d have
pleasured your fantasy earlier.”

“Oh, this isn’t my fantasy, Brady.”

He frowned and blinked at me, “What is then?”

I pursed my lips as if deliberating his question before I
cocked my head and smiled. “Well let’s see. I would love to take your hard cock
and slide my lips around it, flicking my tongue over your slit and devouring
your unique taste before taking more of you and deep throating you as I slide
my nails over your balls.”

His breathing became irregular as I placed my hand over
his hard dick and ran my nails over the material of his shorts as I leaned into
him, nuzzling my nose under his ear and tickling his slightly sweaty skin with
the tip of my tongue. “Then I’d bite down hard enough to make sure you never
had the opportunity to fuck anyone else.”

He gasped as I squeezed his balls, my nails digging into
his sac painfully, triggering a slight whimper from him, “Now pack your stuff
and get the fuck out!”

He sighed, the expression of defeat now covering his face
as he nodded with regret. Whatever, I was too exhausted to care really.

“For what it’s worth Grace, I am sorry.”

I shrugged as I looked at the pair of them, “Yeah, just
don’t ask to remain friends.”

He mumbled something in reply but I wasn’t really
listening as I climbed the stairs, removed my underwear and stepped into the
shower. I remained there until they both left, then I sank down the wall and sighed.
I refused to cry, I hadn’t cried since that day seventeen years ago. The day of
my fourteenth birthday and the day some sick fucker decided to blast a hole in each
of my parent’s heads.

My hand moved slowly up and down my shaft as I watched
Heather caress her tits, her small palms rolling over her erect nipples as she
held my gaze, her eyes dark and heavy as her arousal structured every single
one of her actions.

Connor came behind her, sweeping her long blond hair to
one side as he mouthed the clammy skin behind her ear and slid his arms around
her flat stomach, “Show him Heather. Show Kade how hot you are for him.”

Her chest heaved with Connor’s words, her tongue sneaking
out to lick her lips as a small smirk stole my expression and I squeezed my
dick a little tighter. “Are you hot for me, Heather?”

She nodded, unable to find her voice when Connor cupped
her pussy and ran his teeth across her shoulder blade.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. I asked if you were hot
for me.”

“Yes!” She breathed as she slipped her head back and
rested it against Connor’s shoulder.

I shuffled back and supported my back on the headboard as
Connor urged Heather’s legs wider. My eyes dropped from hers to watch his
fingers slide in and out of her pussy, the soft sound of her wetness teasing my
arousal and pumping extra blood to my cock.

The images were back, each sordid picture shooting across
my mind and causing the customary tightness to stifle my breath but I grit my
teeth, refusing to accept them as I forced my eyes back up to Heather’s and
watched the pleasure shift across her features.

“My cock, Heather, suck it!”

Her pupils widened with my demand but that just made me
harder. She was unaware how Connor and I liked to play but she would, fuck she
would. Soon.

She shifted and dropped her hands to the mattress each
side of my calves before she started to crawl towards me, her deep green eyes
boring through me.

Memories of another pair of stunning green eyes assaulted
me and I pulled heavily on the air around me, dragging it deep and closing my
eyes as the faint trembling started.

“Suck – my – cock, now!” I ordered as I fought the pain
that was starting to envelope me again. A-fucking-gain! When would it ever end?

I grabbed her hair and pulled her to my groin, pleading
silently that she would hurry the fuck up and take my mind to a different
place; somewhere where
she
wasn’t.

I gasped and my head fell back, bumping softly against
the padded bedhead when yielding warm lips sheathed my shaft and started the
pleasure ride.

It wasn’t the same. It was never the same. Never.

“Harder!” I demanded as I took hold of her head and
started to control each of her plunges, causing her teeth to scrape across the
swollen head of my dick and generate a slight jerk in my gut. I pulled in a
hiss of air when she moaned, the vibration of it quivering around my hardness
and drawing in my balls.

Connor caught my eyes as he mounted her from behind, his
eyes hard and questioning but I looked away and dropped my gaze to Heather’s
mouth sliding up and down my shaft, “That’s it baby, harder, make me feel you.”