by Jacob Chance
The Complete Quake Series
Jacob Chance
Copyright 2020 © Jacob Chance
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This book contains mature sexual themes as well as kidnapping and attempted rape.
Contents
The Quake Duet
QUAKE
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
QUIVER
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Extended Epilogue
The Delve Duet
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
TIED
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Extended Epilogue
Derek
Derek Jr.
Delude
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
Extended Epilogie
Afterword
Canvas
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
The Quake Duet
Prologue
If you’d asked me when I was in college what I thought I would be doing in ten years’ time, this wouldn’t have been my answer. Life as a private investigator isn’t as exciting as one might think. Sure, there are moments of danger which get my adrenaline pumping and when that happens, no other high can compare. I used to live for that feeling and for a while you could even say I was addicted to it. But the choices we make have consequences and one decision can change everything.
These days I do a lot of watching and even more waiting. I’m the guy people pay to find the truth buried under all the lies. Eventually, I see past the surface of who you’re pretending to be, revealing all you’ve kept hidden and I know firsthand appearances can be deceiving.
Chapter One
Kyle
Present Day
Fuck it. I can’t fight the urge any longer.
I type the commands to bring up the main screen, checking to see which room she’s in. I find her in the bedroom she uses, still bundled up in her comforter, just like I’ve imagined. I maximize her room on the screen.
I watch as she lowers the comforter down to her waist, before pushing it all the way to the end of the bed with her feet. Her hand slides down into the front of her panties and for a moment I think I must be imagining this.
Oh Jesus.
My heartbeat kicks up a notch and my cock goes rock hard as she tips her head back, parting her lips in pleasure. I can see her fingers slowly circling her clit through the sheer white material and I pretend it’s my hand making her gasp and twitch. Her eyes are closed in concentration, the fullness of her bottom lip is clenched between her teeth. She’s absolutely focused on the overwhelming ecstasy she’s experiencing.
My cock is so hard it’s straining against my jeans. I undo the button and pull down my zipper, the sound it makes echoes through the silence of my office.
She trails her other hand up her stomach and tweaks her nipple.
Christ, I’m going to come in my pants if I don’t get a move on. I breathe a sigh of relief when my dick is freed from my clothing. Holding it tightly in my fist, my eyes never leaving the blonde siren on my screen. I slowly stroke up and down a few times, using my thumb, spreading the pre-come around the tip, before gripping it tighter. I move my hand faster and faster as her fingers pick up the pace and her eyes squeeze shut. She spreads her legs wide and digs her heels into the mattress and at the same time air expels from my lungs. The fingers of my free hand grip the desk so hard, my knuckles turn white, while I try to fight back my release. Fuck. She’s so hot. All I want to do is bury myself inside her tight, wet pussy and feel her unravel around me.
Her back arches up off the bed and her mouth opens in a soundless cry as she finds her rele
ase. Watching her is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My orgasm hits me quick and hard. I carefully remove my shirt, cleaning up with it, before resting my head back against the chair. While I wait for my breathing to settle down there’s only one thought in my mind - I have to meet Janny Moore.
Chapter Two
Kyle
Two Days Ago
“Hey man. What’s going on?” Derek my business partner asks as he pokes his head in my office.
“Not much. I’m working on the Moore case; I have a feeling this job is going to be a big waste of time.” I glance at the screen, feeling sorry for the poor schmuck I’m watching.
Our company, K.D. Investigations, was hired by Sharon Moore to check into her husband Bryan, after she noticed him exhibiting some suspicious behavior. She couldn’t give me any concrete examples of what he was doing that she found so worrisome. But, she asked for a full scale investigation and mentioned money not being a concern, which is good because our services don’t come cheap.
“Who spends thousands of dollars to investigate their husband based on a gut feeling?”
“Who knows? Women are crazy, dude. Who knows why they do anything? I’m leaving now to go do an estimate. I’ll talk to you later.” He pushes off the doorjamb and is gone before I have a chance to say anything.
My partner Derek and I installed cameras in the Moore’s house after Sharon agreed to give up any sense of privacy. Bryan works from home as a graphic designer which simplifies things and means I can monitor his daily whereabouts relatively easily. When he leaves their house, I use the app I installed on his brand new phone, to track his movements. Coincidentally, it’s the phone his adoring wife gifted him. Ironically, she gave it to him for Valentine’s Day.
Today is my first official day on the job. So far Bryan’s done nothing but work on the computer and eat a sandwich. This is going to be a long day. I shift in my seat, to get more comfortable, when movement at the side of the video feed catches my attention. A young woman walks into Bryan’s office. She has long, wavy blonde hair and if I had to guess I’d say she appears to be in her early to mid-twenties. She speaks with him for only a minute, before turning toward the doorway. I’m already typing in the commands, giving me access to see the rest of the house. My eyes track the way she moves confidently from room to room, like she belongs there. Who is this woman and why didn’t Sharon mention her?
The next morning is almost an exact replica of the first, Bryan works diligently on his computer and I haven’t noticed any behavior that would throw up a red flag. I see the mystery woman again, only she’s no longer a mystery. Her name is Janny and she’s Bryan’s younger sister who stays with them sometimes. She’s a college student who lives on campus and comes to their house whenever she wants to get away. Sharon patiently answered all the questions I asked about Janny, under the guise of the “investigation.”
Watching her on the monitor is quickly becoming the best part of this job. The graceful way she maneuvers through simple household chores is more pleasing to the eye than Bryan is. Currently, she’s talking on her phone as she walks from one side of the living room to the other, pacing back and forth ten times before she switches it up and moves towards the fireplace. When she stops in front of the mantle she touches the various objects displayed there, she runs her finger along the top of a framed picture of Sharon and Bryan, before moving along to pick up a crystal vase filled with fresh flowers. After lowering her face to inhale their scent, she returns the vase to its original spot and moves on to a grouping of neatly stacked books. Her fingers gently caress their worn bindings. The camera above is hidden by the large floral painting hanging on the wall and while Janny stands there slowly paging through a book I see her face clearly for the first time.
My breath catches in my throat and my heart feels as though it stops, just to restart at a faster tempo. My fingers curl around the arms of my chair and my grip tightens as I automatically lean forward in my seat hoping to catch a better glimpse of her. Her face lights up as she smiles at whoever she’s on the phone with and her ethereal beauty unsettles me. What the hell? I’ve never experienced this kind of reaction to a woman before and I don’t want to now. My eyebrows draw together and lower into a scowl of disgust as I switch back to the screen with Bryan. He’s who I need to focus on, not some inconsequential woman I shouldn’t be watching in the first place. For the remainder of my shift I refuse to let myself seek Janny out on the video feed no matter how powerful the urge is.
After passing off my Bryan watching duties to Jack, one of the other P.I.’s we employ, I leave to meet my partner Derek at one of our favorite hole in the wall pubs in South Boston or “southie” as the residents refer to it. Murphy’s Irish Pub is located on the corner of a major intersection so finding a parking spot can be a real bitch. Tonight, I luck out and I’m immediately able to park my brand new black Charger curbside. Walking toward the entrance my eyes automatically scan the surrounding area for anything suspicious.
Once a cop always a cop.
Pushing the frosted glass door open, I enter the dimly lit space. I’m overwhelmed by what can only be described as an assault on my senses. The lack of light combined with the bone rattling beat and the deafening volume of the music has me steadying myself to maintain my balance. My gaze reflexively sweeps the room before searching for Derek. He’s seated right where I knew he’d be, on the last stool, furthest from the front door, affording him the best vantage point to monitor the entire room. My chin lifts in acknowledgement, when I walk past a couple of guys I know from the neighborhood I grew up in. Once I’m seated on the stool next to Derek’s, I reach behind me and make sure the pullover I’m wearing is camouflaging the gun tucked in the back of my pants.
“How’s it going, man?” he asks, sliding a freshly poured mug of beer my way.
I’m not sure how to answer him, my head is in a fucked-up place right now. I can’t stop thinking about Janny Moore. The way my body physically reacted to seeing her today has me feeling out of sorts. I’m not used to my heart pounding uncontrollably unless I’m in a dangerous situation. Maybe my body knows something I don’t. Maybe Janny Moore is dangerous to me. “It’s all good,” I reply, keeping my thoughts of her to myself. My hand closes around the cold handle of the mug and I drink back a good portion in one long gulp.
Derek looks at me with an eyebrow cocked upwards. “What’s up with you dude?” he asks, gesturing with his chin toward my now almost empty mug.
I typically nurse my beer, preferring hard liquor. “My head’s fucking killing me and it’s been a long ass day,” I answer, not taking my eyes off the nearest television broadcasting ESPN. It’s something for me to focus on to keep my mind off this dull this throbbing pain behind my eyes.
“Did you take your meds?” he asks, referring to the migraine medication my doctor prescribed.
When I glance at him I can see the concern for me showing on his face. “Yeah, I did, but for some reason it’s not working.” I drink down the rest of my beer, set the empty mug down and throw ten-dollars on the bar. “I’m shit company tonight. I’m just gonna go home and crash.” I slide off the stool and turn to clasp his shoulder with my hand. “Sorry dude. I’ll make it up to you this weekend.”
“Don’t worry about it man.”
Once I’m home I head straight for my bedroom, removing my clothes as quickly as possible. I place my gun on the nightstand and set my phone down next to it. When I settle back into the comfort of my pillows my thoughts drift to Janny and I wonder what she’s doing right now. Is she lying in her bed at this moment? My cock twitches as I picture her wrapped up in the king sized, white comforter.
We didn’t put any cameras in the master bedroom or any of the bathrooms, but we did put them in the other three guest bedrooms. When we’d done the installation, we weren’t aware of anyone else living there other than Sharon and Bryan. I could check the live video right now and see what she’s doing. The temptation to see her is so powerful it�
�s all I can do not to succumb to it. Instead, I close my eyes and try to relax. The sooner I fall asleep the sooner I can get some peace from the pounding ache in my skull and in the morning, I’ll be able to see Janny.