The Complete Quake Series Boxset

by Jacob Chance

  Once we get home, I’m going to turn on the charm and take things up a notch. It’s time to give her a gentle nudge and show her how great we’re going to be together.

  The limo pulls up in front of a chapel. “Drive past and around the back,” I tell the cab driver who’s been following their car on my command. “Pull up in front of that door all the way down.” I say, pointing at the back entrance. “Wait here for me,” I instruct as I exit the back of the car.

  I walk confidently up the sidewalk, adjusting the knot on my gray tie along the way. This damn thing feels like a noose around my neck. Ties are one thing I don’t miss from my past life as an ad executive. I never could get used to wearing one, even when I had to every day for years.

  The door opens easily, and, thankfully, no alarms go off as I enter. I walk down the long hallway reading the plaques on each door as I do. I pull on the handle of the one labeled stairs and it soundlessly opens. I tread carefully as I move up the flight of mud brown carpeted stairs, not sure what I’ll find when I reach the top landing.

  Damn. There’s another door to pull open and there’s no window on it. I lean my ear against the wood and listen for any sounds on the other side, but there’s nothing to be heard. Placing one hand on the wall to brace myself, I use the other one to crack the door open a tiny amount. I tip my head to the side, lining one eyeball up with the thin opening. I can’t see much, but what I do see is enough to clue me in that this door leads to another hallway with doors lining both sides of it.

  I open the door and step into the empty space. I’m assuming if the chapel is on the first floor that I need to stick to the doors on the right side of the hallway. The rooms on the other side should look at that back side of the building. The first door is labeled Pastor Jackson and I pass on by in case the man of the cloth is in there.

  I walk slowly and lightly. I’m no stranger to knowing how to be silent. I think about the countless times I’ve gone in Lana’s apartment unnoticed, some of them when she’s been home sleeping. Watching her while she peacefully slumbers is one of my favorite things to do. There’s always something angelic about her, but when her features are completely relaxed she’s sheer perfection.

  It’s difficult for me to contain my happiness that my plan to get to know her is working out so well. We’ve been spending more time together and getting comfortable with each other. We spent Christmas afternoon watching a marathon of The Walking Dead, on her couch. She pulled my arm around her shoulders and snuggled into my side. When she smiled up at me my chest became tight, and I swear my heart skipped a few beats as I gazed down at her.

  “I hope you don’t mind cuddling. I’m cold and too lazy to go get a blanket,” she said and then giggled. Her sweet little laugh chimed like all the angel’s in Heaven must. She’s my own personal angel on earth. She’s the only heaven I’ll ever know.

  I shook my head, every coherent thought flying out of my mind as I got a close look into her magical eyes. In the bright afternoon light shining through her living room windows, I could make out the silvery blue flecks in her green irises. I’ve never noticed them before and seeing them in that moment made me eager for what other secrets I’d discover about her. Does she have a sexy little mole on her inner thigh? Will she like it when I mark her ass until it’s red with my hand or will she prefer the sting of my belt? Will fear flash in her eyes when she learns the depth of how dark my sexual preferences run?

  Jesus, I’m getting hard imagining all the immoral things I’m going to do to her. I roll my neck around my shoulders and take a deep breath. I must be patient. We’re growing closer each day.

  Every time I’m in her company she takes away a little more of the pain from my past. She beats the bad memories back and makes me long for the day she’ll know she’s mine.

  Soon there will be no more secrets between us.

  Chapter Nine

  Derek

  “I love you, Mrs. Santiago.” I can’t contain the smile. She looks up at me with pure love shining from her golden eyes.

  “I can’t wait to get you back to our room, Leoncita. I’ve got plans for you, my beautiful wife. All night long plans.”

  I take in the distance from where we’re standing at the front of the chapel to the front door and decide the quickest way to get my Leoncita out of here is to throw her over my shoulder and carry her.

  “Derek,” she squeals as I scoop her up and start the fast trek down the red carpet. Our friends all hoot and clap.

  I slap one hand on her ass and place the other on her back to help her balance. “Sorry Leoncita, but I need to get inside my wife as soon as possible.” She giggles and grips the back of my coat with her one free hand. The small bouquet of flowers I ordered for her through the chapel is clutched in her other one.

  “Derek, hurry up before she changes her mind.” I hear Kyle’s deep voice above it all and laughter follows us the rest of the distance down the aisle. I hold up my hand and flick them all a one finger salute as I reach the door. More laughter ensues as I maneuver us out the front entrance. My pace is brisk as I make my way over to the side parking lot. I let her slide down the front of me and wrap my arms around her waist. I lean forward and kiss the end of her nose. “I have a surprise for you amor de mi vida.” I spin her around in my arms until she’s leaning back against my chest. “You know you’re the only woman who’s ever ridden with me and you’re the only one who ever will. Unless we have a daughter someday.” She smiles up at me over her shoulder. I wink at her. “I rented this Harley for us to drive back to the hotel on. I wanted the first time you rode with me as my wife to be leaving our wedding.”

  She turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my neck. Her eyes are shimmering with tears. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls my lips down to meet hers. We start slow, letting our mouths brush against each other a few times and then her lips open. One stroke of her tongue along mine and I’m ready to bend her over the motorcycle, pull her dress up and take her hard and fast. I end our kiss and take a deep breath. “Leoncita, those lips of yours are too much of a temptation for me.” I barely hang on to my restraint. It’s only by thinking about the big plans I have for her, that I’m able to.

  “Get your sexy ass on this bike. I want to know how it feels to sink inside my wife’s pussy for the first time.” She flushes. I hand her a black helmet. It swallows her head and face as she pulls it down, the small opening in the front covering everything but her golden gaze and tiny nose.

  “There goes my hair.” She giggles.

  “It’s going to get messed up as soon as we’re back in the room anyway,” I say as I help her fasten the strap. I push the helmet I’ve rented on and chuckle. I’m not used to my entire head and face being covered. I haven’t worn this kind in years. Not since I was still a wet behind the ears young man learning to ride. My own helmets offer minimal coverage and it’s questionable whether they’re street legal.

  I straddle the seat of the Harley Davidson Low Rider, fire up the V-twin and wait for my wife to climb on.

  “I love that you rented this bike, but I had to shove my skirt up so high, my ass is practically hanging out,” she yells above the sound of the bike’s rumble. I laugh and reach back, sliding my hand along the outside of her exposed thigh.

  “We’re in Vegas, Leoncita. No one will notice.” My fingers slowly trail back to her knee. I don’t want to lose contact with her soft skin, but the sooner we hit the road the sooner our honeymoon can begin.

  Just having her on here with me brings up memories of how I fucked her on my bike the last time we’d ridden together. It was a fantasy come to life. Her, on her knees in front of me, my fingers twisted in her long hair, my cock pumping in and out of her is a sight I’ll never forget.

  That November day was unseasonably warm and now the winter weather in Massachusetts is so frigid, it doesn’t allow us the luxury of riding. We won’t be on my bike again until April. I’ve already imagined what position we’re trying next.

 
; I slant a glance at her. “Hang on tight Mrs. Santiago. We might break some traffic laws.” I twist the throttle and smirk when I feel her tits press against my back. I groan when her hand rubs down over my hard length.

  “Are you eager for my cock, Leoncita?” I gasp when she grips it tight in her hand.

  “Hurry up, husband. I need you inside me.”

  I groan. “Jesus, Leoncita. You’re killing me.” I pull her hand off my dick and place it on my stomach. I rub the top of her hand with my thumb and then grip the throttle.

  The V-twin roars once we hit the open space and the combination of Kenna draped over my back and the rich thump of the bike reaches inside me to my very soul. I can’t think of a more perfect ending to our wedding ceremony than this.

  I don’t dare touch her on the elevator ride up to our room. I barely look at her. My resolve to make it inside is hanging by a fucking thread right now. I need to hold on for ten more stories, one long hallway and make it through our door before I can get my hands on her.

  We’re both silent as we walk the seemingly endless distance from the elevator to the door and once we’re in front of it images of me on my knees licking Kenna’s pussy assault me. I shove the key card in the slot and twist the handle. I push the door open and sweep my Leoncita into my arms.

  “Oh,” she says and then she looks up at me with shiny eyes. “I like you carrying me over the threshold, Husband. I didn’t think you’d follow tradition.” I kick the door behind us and make my way to our king size bed with her still cradled in my arms.

  “I’m not against tradition. There’s just never been anything traditional about us.” I tear the covers back and lay her on the white sheet. I slide my hands down her long legs until I come to her sexy as sin heels. I slip them off one at a time and throw them over my shoulder. Kenna giggles until I capture her ankle in my hand and pull her foot toward my mouth.

  She squirms, trying to break free of my hold. “Ew, Derek, don’t kiss my sweaty foot.”

  I laugh, before biting on the bottom of her heel and then lick along the arch of her foot. She emits a tiny gasp and I know that no matter how averse to the idea she is, she’s enjoying it. I tear my tux jacket off and drop it to the floor before grabbing her other foot. This time I bite on her arch before moving up to her toes.

  “If you put my toes in your mouth you’re never kissing me again,” she threatens.

  I flash her a grin and kick my shoes off before climbing between her legs. I move forward and hover over her lips. “Leoncita, there isn’t a single inch of you I wouldn’t put my mouth on.” I run my nose along the sensitive skin of her neck and she trembles. My fingers slide up the inside of her thigh and toy with the thin strip of her thong. I slide them back and forth along the soaked lace that’s barely covering her slit before hooking them under the material. My middle finger moves through her wetness and slips inside her heat. “I’ve had my tongue here, Leoncita.”

  She moans and lifts her hips up. “And you fucking love it whenever I do.” I rock my fingers inside her and study her face. She bites on her lip and then whimpers when my finger leaves her.

  I slide my hand further back and let my wet finger circle her tight little hole. “I’ve had my tongue here too Leoncita.” I gently push my finger until she takes me all the way in. “Do you like having my finger in your ass?” She moans and arches her neck. It’s an invitation I can’t refuse. My lips and tongue tease from her shoulder to the bottom of her ear while my finger moves in and out of her. “You like my cock in here, too don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she says in a breathy whisper.

  “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do with you, Leoncita - there isn’t a single inch of you I wouldn’t devour. Anything you want is yours.” I pull my finger from her and sit back on my heels. My eyes trek over every enticing inch of her. How did I get so lucky? What have I done to deserve her love? I begin to undo the buttons on my shirt, but impatience has me tearing the final four buttons off when I yank my shirt from my torso. “I want to make all your fantasies come true,” I tell her, reaching behind her neck to undo the clasp on her dress. I pull each side down, baring her perfect tits. Jesus Christ. She’s not wearing a bra. I clench my teeth and drag the black material over her stomach. She raises up and I impatiently yank it down, taking her tiny black thong along with it. I toss both articles of clothing to the floor and shove her knees to her chest.

  “I need to see how married pussy tastes,” I say lowering to my stomach. She giggles until the first swipe of my tongue delves between her lips and then it turns into a moan. I lick along her slit, circle her clit and move back to dip my tongue inside her cunt, tasting her sweet juice. “Married pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I growl.

  Her hands grip my hair and tug. “Please make me come.” I back off the end of the bed and strip off the rest of my clothes.

  “Get back here and make your wife orgasm like a good husband.” She tries her best to look serious but a giggle escapes before she finishes.

  There’s a pair of new leather cuffs I placed in the nightstand earlier, anticipating using them tonight. I quickly scoop them up and make quick work of closing one side around her wrist. I thread the chain through the iron rung of the headboard and then fasten the remaining cuff around her other wrist. “Who’s in charge now, Leoncita?” I lick my lips; my eyes take in her restrained form. “Now you’re at my mercy. Just like I like you.” I climb back on the bed and kneel between her legs. “How do you want me to make you come, Leoncita? Do you want my mouth or my cock?” I ask, stroking my hard as steel length. If I don’t get inside her soon I’m going to fucking blow, but I’ll do whatever she wants. “What do you want amor de mi vida?” Love of my life. That’s what she is and now that she’s my wife I’m never letting her go.

  “I want you inside me,” she says. I rub the tip of my cock along her slit and press into her clit, before sliding it back to thrust inside her.

  “Is this what you want? I ask, pulling back and slamming inside her again.

  “Yes,” she gasps.

  The skin on her stomach is like satin against my fingertips while they trace up to pinch and tug on her nipples. Her hips buck up into mine and I lean down, connecting our mouths. My fingers dig into the depths of her long, dark hair, holding her head in place. Our kiss is hot and wet. It’s uncontrolled - it’s madness; just like my cock inside her pussy is. It’s a passionate frenzy as our tongues tangle and our hips repeatedly slam together. I loosen my grip on her hair with one of my hands and snake it down between our bodies to rub on her clit. I’m barely hanging on.

  “Come for me, Leoncita.” My voice is gruff. My lips trace the bottom curve of her ear. “I want to feel my wife’s pussy squeezing my cock.” I can feel her starting to quiver around me and I know she’s right on the edge. I flick my finger back and forth over her clit and then pinch it between my index finger and thumb. She trembles from head to toe and her mouth opens with a moan. I jerkily thrust my hips as I empty myself inside her. A guttural groan leaves me. I can’t believe I just came inside my wife. I want to beat on my fucking chest like an ape. I want to tell the fucking world she’s mine. This pussy is mine and no one else will ever know how close to fucking paradise being inside her is.

  I collapse on top of her, catching my weight on my elbows. I lean my forehead on hers while we breathe each other’s air in and out. I run my nose across the tip of hers and hold her face in my hands. “I love you more than anything, Leoncita. Thank you for marrying me and making me happier than I have a right to be.” I close my eyes and lay my head on her chest. I listen to her heartbeat and thank God, we found our way to this moment. I know I don’t deserve Kenna or the happiness I’ve found with her.

  I’ve moved on from the shameful things I’ve done in my past, but they’ve never really left me. They’re always there, one step behind me - breathing down my neck - waiting for the opportunity to prove I’m no better now than I ever was.

  I raise up and
stare down into her eyes. “I’m going to be the best husband I can to you, Leoncita. I promise to make you happy.”

  Kenna’s my redemption. I might learn to forgive myself for the sins of my past through her and the children I hope we have someday.

  “I love you, Husband,” she whispers with a smile playing on her swollen lips.

  The four best words I’ve ever heard.

  Kenna’s warm body moving against me wakes me from my sleep. Her biteable little ass is tormenting my dick as she makes mewling sounds in her sleep. She must be having some dream. I pull her closer to me and cup her breast in my hand. My fingers tease her nipple and tug on it.

  “Mm, good morning, Husband.” She places her hand over mine. I rest my forehead down on her head, overcome with emotion at hearing her call me husband.

  “Have you ever heard of the Red String of Fate?” I ask her.

  “No, what is it?” She turns over in my arms. Her golden eyes stare into mine.

  “It’s an ancient East Asian myth where the gods tie a red string around your ankle when you’re born and around the ankle of the one you’re meant to be with. As time passes on the thread becomes shorter and tighter as the person we’re destined to be with gets closer and closer.” Her golden eyes stare into mine as she listens. “The string can become tangled at times, but it will never break. I like to think that we were predestined to be together.” I run the back of my fingers down her cheek. “That you were chosen for me. How else do you explain the love we couldn’t fight off no matter how we tried?”