Kade (NSC Industries) (4 page)

She met my demand and started to pull on me, the draw
broke my train of thought and I tightened my hands in her hair when the shot of
ecstasy fired up my spine and jolted my synapses with a blast of pleasure. “That’s
it, good girl but don’t make me come, Heather. I want to be inside you,
stretching you wide when I come.”

She moaned again and I smirked as Connor glared at me
with an intense hunger, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip as he pumped into
Heather, his hips slamming against her arse as he demanded my attention. “And
you,” I said to him through my teeth as Heather cupped my balls and ran her
fingernails over my scrotum. “I want you inside me at the same time.”

Heather gasped and looked up at me with a perplexed look.
I smiled and held her chin, pulling her away from my cock before I exploded in
her mouth. “Just roll with it, sweetheart.”

She sighed in acceptance, her arousal letting her go with
the flow, as Connor pulled out and manoeuvred her on the bed until she was
lying flat beside me.

“I need sheathing” I said to Connor as I wrapped my hand
around my dick and waited for him to rip open the condom packet and move
towards me.

A rumbling tore through my chest when he started to roll
it on, his deft fingers expertly teasing me whilst he worked the rubber over my
erect cock. Heather was watching our intimate interaction with both interest
and lust as Connor slammed his mouth over mine and managed me with a deep
sensual kiss, his tongue twisting and flicking against mine as he continued to
wrap the condom over me. He pulled back and shot Heather a sharp glance before
cupping my chin and turned my face towards her as he rested his mouth against
my ear, “Fuck her Kade, fuck her hard whilst I fill your tight arse with my
cock. I wanna feel you come hard and grip my dick like a vice.”

All the air left my lungs as he murmured his final words.
“I want you to forget her, Kade. You need to forget her.”

I growled at him, my anger at his insight ruling me as I
grabbed him by the throat but he smirked at me, his eyes showing me just how
much he liked my aggressive hold. “Don’t ever mention her, Connor.
Ever!”

He grinned at me as his eyes shot with empathy, “I never
mentioned her, Kade, so how do you know who I’m talking about?”

All my muscles tensed as I fought against the need to
tear him to bits, his reckless words driving an overwhelming need through me as
they conjured more desires and burning recollections. “Just…” I swallowed as my
body sagged and I relaxed with the hurt that flowed through me, giving in to it
as I welcomed the pain for a change and forced it to keep my heart beating.
“Just fuck me Connor, please.”

He frowned at my conceding tone as his hard gaze diminished
and compassion took over. “You really did love her.”

“Stop! Just fucking stop!”

He exhaled heavily, his lips tightening slightly as my
appeal gave away my feelings but he gave me a single nod and knelt back. His
eyes deepened, the soft hazel brown of them darkening into liquid chocolate as
he pulled off the condom he had used for Heather and rolled on a fresh one.

He jerked his head, instructing me over to Heather
without words and I instantly climbed above her, my desperation to forget
driving the urgency in me. She looked up at me but I didn’t see
her
. I
never saw any of
them
. I never had sex with
them
. It was the only
thing that kept me hard. I closed my eyes and pushed inside her as the
beautiful face and deep green eyes now peered up at me from below, Heather’s
face morphing into another as I pulled out slowly, let the images wrap around
me and then slammed back in, knocking her further up the bed as my anger
controlled my fucking.

I stilled as Connor pulled my arse cheeks apart and
reamed my backside with his tongue. “No lube.”

“What?” he asked with surprise but I peered at him over
my shoulder.

“Just fuck me, Connor. Now.”

His tongue pushed his cheek out but I glared at him,
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t you just do what I want without
scrutinising my every word?”

His face tightened with his fury but I fed from it as
Heather lifted her hips and ground her pelvis against mine, her desire for
stimulation aggravating her as she waited for Connor and me to sort through our
shit. “Wait!” I snarled at her and she stilled immediately.

“Sorry” she whispered and I sighed, giving her a soft
smile as stroked my thumb across her prominent cheek bone.

“Nah sweetheart, I’m sorry, ignore me.”

She smiled back and I shivered as her face once more
transformed into another but I accepted it and rolled my hips, giving a little
stimulation as she waited patiently.

I scowled at Connor as he coated his cock with lube but
he scowled back and I soon forgot about my anger as the tip of his cock pressed
against my arse. “You want it Kade, then you get it how I give it.”

I jerked and bucked sharply into Heather as his wide cock
slid inside me, burning and stinging me as he pushed deeper and deeper. I
remained motionless, my face tight and my eyes closed as I relaxed and accepted
him, at the same time as Heather’s cunt twitched around me with her arousal
surge and her eyes watched Connor take me.

“Open your eyes, I wanna see you.”

I opened them and blinked at the gentleness in Heather’s
words. “Watching both of you, it’s so hot.” She lifted her hips again, begging
me to move and fuck her and this time I relented. It wasn’t fair on her, she
didn’t need my fucked-upness to leave her frustrated and feeling undesired.

“You like knowing that Connor’s cock is in my ass?”

Her eyes fired with heat as she nodded, “Yes.”

Connor moved inside me, his dick driving deep and filling
me to the hilt and a fierce ache gripped my stomach and hardened my dick
further.

I took Heather’s hands in one of my own and lifted them
above her head, holding her tightly and pinning her down as I pushed back on
Connor, then as he pushed back in I plunged deep into Heather’s warm wet pussy.
“You like that?” I asked her when her eyes closed and she groaned deeply.

“Yes,” She repeated with a faint hoarseness in her voice.

“Yeah?” I growled at her as Connor and I started a
perfect rhythm, his thrusts coinciding with mine as we all fucked each other.

The pleasure grew as we moved against the other, the
slide of our sweaty skin caressing the others was mesmerising as the feel of
ecstasy forced our fevered fucking higher and stricter.

“God, yes!” Heather screamed under me as I drove into her
hard and deep. Connor grabbed my hair and I felt him swell inside me as he
pulled me back and settled his cheek against mine, his hot breath tickling a
stray strand of hair on my neck.

“You want me to come?”

I nodded as I clenched around him, ordering his release
as he grunted and rammed deep, firing an overwhelming need for my own climax as
Heather came around me, her gripping muscles pulling my orgasm as I watched her
pretty face contort with her pleasure. “That’s it Heather, let me feel it
sweetheart.”

I squeezed my eyes shut when my cum shot through my dick
and brimmed the rubber. Connor cried out and forced his cock even deeper into
my ass, his balls pressing hard against mine as he urged us closer together and
dug his fingers harshly into my shoulders.

But… it wasn’t there again. The intense power of rapture and
nirvana was missing, always missing, and I sighed as my balls thanked Heather’s
pussy for the release whilst my head screamed it’s frustration at me.

I shook myself off, the feeling of numbness and
irritation engulfing me as I pushed back against Connor and forced him off me.

“Bye then” Connor huffed when I pulled off the condom and
swat it into the waste basket in the corner of the room before I picked up my
clothes and pulled them on as I made my way to the door. “Don’t worry, love” he
said to Heather as I opened the door, “He’s just an arrogant twat.”

I shrugged. I agreed, but that didn’t mean I cared.

***

The cold air hit me slap in the face as I stepped out of
Connor’s apartment door and shivered as the biting wind drove down the
alleyway. Christ, it was cold for November, the promise of snow in the air as I
pulled my coat further round me and pulled my gloves from my pocket.

A noise from behind me made me jolt and I spun round. All
the air left my lungs as a fist crashed into my cheekbone and I whimpered like
a fucking girl when I felt the shatter slice through my pain barrier. Another
fist landed in my guts and I fell to the ground before a boot followed and
thudded against my ribs, snapping one in two and piercing the side of my right
lung causing a low wheeze to leave my mouth.

What the hell?

Another boot now found my stomach and I curled up, trying
to instinctively defend myself but I stiffened, all the hairs on my body
rearing to attention as the tip of a gun was thrust in my face.

They say as you face death, your entire life erupts in
tiny movie like scenes in your head. But that’s not exactly true because all I
saw was Ava.

Her striking bright green eyes.

Her soft gorgeous copper curls.

The mass of freckles covering her exquisite soft skin.

The mischievous smile that owned my heart.

And the stunning clarity of her perfect beauty as I
closed my eyes and welcomed death.

“Mr Baxter sends his regards.” It was all he said as he
pressed the gun further into my forehead and I peered up at him. He didn’t care
that I didn’t beg, nor was he concerned with the why. He just shrugged and
smiled before I passed out.

I barged through the unit doors, my fingers furiously
texting a reply to Marcus’s late night stoned ramblings. What could I say to
him that I hadn’t already? There was nothing and I clenched my teeth against
the ache in my chest. I wanted to help him more than I could but he never
accepted my offerings; only my money.

A couple of seconds after I hit send he replied and I
cursed knowing he was bad if he was still awake. I shook my head forlornly and
stopped beside my desk, plonking my bag, coat and scarf on the top as I rested
my hip against the edge, my fingers hovering over the call button. Could I cope
with him this morning on top of everything else?

“Ahh, you actually remembered then?” Liam’s stern voice
carried across the floor from his office and I looked up and over to him. He
was stood, leaning against his office door with his arms crossed over his hefty
chest with a look of annoyance.

“Yesss,” I mocked as I drew the word out. “I’m coming.”

He peered at his watch with exaggeration and huffed
loudly. “You’re only…” he tipped his head sarcastically before locking me down
in a fierce glare, “Fifty minutes late, Beaumont.”

“Yes, Liam. Christ, what is it? Get at Grace week!”

He lifted an eyebrow but turned and disappeared into his
humungous drab and cold office. “Get in here now!”

I rolled my eyes and slipped my phone into my bag,
reminding myself to ring Marcus later before I strolled casually into his room.

“Shut the door, Beaumont.”

“Why, there’s no one else here?”

I watched him stiffen, his body and gaze turned to the
huge glass window. His huge muscled back was dressed in a fashionable striped
shirt as snug tailored grey trousers hung low on his hips and I smiled faintly.
Liam was a good looking man and for a guy of fifty to be handsome and chic I
often wondered if he used those features as a weapon also.

He was quiet for a while as he took control of his anger.
I was always the one he seemed to struggle with when taking charge of his
emotions and his fury but I put it down to us being close and him not wanting
to seem bias towards me in front of the others. That is why his words and his
outspoken infuriation shocked me.

“Your badge.”

I frowned and cocked my head but he didn’t turn. “Excuse
me?”

He slowly spun round and I couldn’t figure out the look
in his eyes; it was both guilt and determination but his expression was hard
and cold, triggering a slight tremble to track my spine and vibrate through my
heart faintly.

“I want your badge and your gun, Beaumont. As a result of
your rebellious actions yesterday you are suspended with pay until the board
decides on the outcome.”

My mouth dropped open and I just stared at him. Nothing
actually filtered through my thoughts because numbness swept through me.

My eyes dropped to his prominent adam’s apple as it
bobbed up and down when he sensed the shock and hurt roll over me.

“Liam?” It was all I managed but he had the decency to
lower his eyes.

“It’s out of my hands, Beaumont.”

Anger coiled my guts as I sank my teeth into my bottom lip,
“And did you actually even try to overrule it? Or are you as happy as the rest
of them to see me disposed of?”

His eyes snapped up to mine, a furious shadow masking his
face and I stepped back slightly as I was instantly reminded why he was the
head of the bureau. “You are not being disposed of but you actually expect me
to save your ass after yesterdays… reckless behaviour.”

“It was not fucking reckless, it was bloody vital and you
know it.”

“No!” He shook his head rapidly as his eyes widened, “It
was fucking foolish, irresponsible and dangerous. You could have been
massacred, Beaumont; does that knowledge even direct any hesitation in you?”

I frowned at him, not quite understanding what he was
trying to say but he shook his head sadly and sighed. “You have a death wish.
You think you’re invincible or you just don’t care and in this job that is
downright perilous and I…” He rolled his lips and removed his gaze from me. “It
scares the shit out of me.
You
scare the shit out of me. I don’t know
what to do to help you and…” He held a finger up to silence me as I opened my
mouth to argue that I didn’t need help, “And I’m with the board on this one.”