Nativity: Festive Novella (Heart of Stone #11) by D. H. Sidebottom

Mason
     
    She smiled at me. That was all it took.
My balls slammed hold of my lungs and squeezed tight. My dick hardened,
throbbing and rigid, lengthening in my jeans until I couldn’t stand the
friction against the zip.
    Her eyes locked on to mine, that wicked
smile that brought me to my knees every time, stirring the lust in my belly,
firing shots of adrenaline through my veins until my lips parted and I had to
pant to keep up with the warfare going on under my skin.
    Her teeth sank into the plump flesh of
her bottom lip. And then she uttered the words.
    “Own me, Mason.”
    For the longest moment, I couldn’t move,
couldn’t get my brain to tell my legs to shift my feet towards her. Fuck I
needed her so bad.
    She watched me, her eyes dark and
lustful as she slid her finger under the silky strap that was holding her
skimpy see-through slip against her delicious body,
    My world ended and began when it glided
down the length of her body, sliding over the luscious contours of her body
then pooling around her ankles, her sleek legs taunting and oh so fucking
smooth. Her skin glowed with her tan, with her health. Health I thanked God for
every – damn – day.
    “Come here,” I ordered, giving up on my
weak body.
    She scoffed and shook her head slowly.
“You want me, baby. Then you come and get me.”
    “Ava.” My warning was strict, leaving no
hint of negotiation, yet she shrugged. My warrior wanted to play. Her Monster
wanted to be freed. And if that realization didn’t make my fucking cock grow
even more.
    “Mason. Ava wants to play…. So fucking
play,” Kade whispered in my ear. I growled at him, it was all I could manage.
     
    A year had passed since we’d come back
home, a year where I’d rediscovered my wife. Time had taught me many things,
things that I didn’t like to face but things that, if any different, wouldn’t
see Ava stood before me now, glowing, happy and fucking perfect.
     
    I stood silent and hard, staring at her,
my body eager for her, my heart full of her. She cocked her head slightly, both
mocking but inviting. A small smile curved my lips as I dropped to my knees.
She frowned at me.
    Running my tongue along my bottom lip, I
kept my eyes trained on her.
    “You want my tongue, baby? On your
pussy… in your pussy.”
    Her brow lifted as her throat bobbed
with excitement. I held her eyes, looking up at her through my own hooded ones.
    “Bring your sweet cunt to me. Come and
fuck my face, let me feel your thighs tremble around my ears as your arousal
slides down my chin.”
    I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist,
her legs moving her towards me almost as soon as the words left my lips.
     
    Grace came into view when Ava moved. She
was sat in the window, her long lithe body perched on the cushion, watching us
with parted lips and narrow eyes, her own lust potent on her face. Kade was
still stood behind me, waiting, or just simply watching. I could hear his heavy
breathing, knew his cock would be hard for every single one of us. But he’d
wait. Tonight, I was in charge.
     
    My eyes roamed over Ava’s body when she
came to stand in front of me, my gaze travelling from her ankles, up her
shapely legs, over the trim of her pubic hair. Then her small rounded tummy and
new tattoo just above her hip bone.
     
    And me, you
     
    My gaze paused for a moment on her
scars, my heart appreciating every single one of the wounds, loving them for
how they took her breasts but gave me my wife back.
    And then I found her beautiful face, her
soft smile fuelling my soul. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
    “And you,” she whispered as she cupped
my face, her eyes echoing her declaration. “Inside and out.”
    Trailing my fingers up the path my eyes
had just taken, her soft skin under my touch, I heard her breath hitch, her
chest lifting and falling quickly to accommodate her rapid pants. Kade moved
from behind me. “Wait,” I ordered.
    He stilled immediately, letting me
control for a change.