The Complete Quake Series

by Chance, Jacob

  “Even now?”

  “Yeah. Why would now be any different than any other time?”

  “Because you want to see me naked.” He smirks.

  “I’ve already seen you naked,” I boast, smiling.

  “Okay, well I want to see you naked.”

  “What does this have to do with me being biased about your art?”

  “Absolutely nothing. I’m just putting it out there.” He smiles and my heart lurches inside my chest.

  “If I remember correctly, I offered to get naked the other night.”

  “Yes, you did and I’m kicking myself for not taking you up on the offer too. I’m getting tired of pretending my left hand is yours.”

  “I thought you were a righty?”

  “I am, but my right hand is too strong.” He chuckles when he notices my surprised expression. “What? Didn’t expect me to tell you?”

  “Uh, no. I didn’t, but I like knowing you do. It’s hot. Can I watch, sometime?”

  “Elle, you can do whatever you want. There’s not much I wouldn’t do to you or let you do to me.”

  “Hmm, that statement opens you up for a lot of questions.” I tap my nails on the table. “How do you feel about anal play?”

  “I’m all for fucking your ass.”

  “Uh, uh, not so fast. I’m talking about your ass.”

  “No one’s fucking my ass.”

  “I’m not talking about strapping one on. I’m talking about a finger in your ass. Yes or no?”

  “Hell no.”

  “How do you feel about a ménage scenario? Have you ever had one?”

  “Yes, I have.”

  Wait. What? “You’ve had a three way? With who?” My voice sounds shrill to my ears. Why does the thought of him being with two girls at the same time bother me?

  “It was freshman year of college with two of the girls who lived on the same floor as me. We were all drinking one night and things got a little crazy.” He studies me for a moment. “Does this surprise you that much?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

  “Yeah, I’m a little shocked. I didn’t expect this from you.” More like a lot shocked.

  “What about you?” He points his fork at me.

  “What about me?” I don’t like where this is going.

  “Have you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “When and with whom?” he questions with a frown, placing his fork on his plate.

  Raking my teeth over my bottom lip, I’m unsure of what I should say. Do I answer with the bare minimum or do I tell him the full extent of my experiences in this instance? “Daryl and Rick, junior year of college.”

  “Daryl and Rick from the football team?”

  “Yep.”

  “Who else?”

  “What do you mean who else?” I question, nervously.

  “Who else did you have one with?”

  “What makes you think I had more than one?

  “Elle, do we really need to play this game? Just tell me. Rip the band aid off, for Christ’s sake.”

  “Fine, but don’t get mad when I tell you,” I warn. I take a sip of water to soothe my dry throat. “Greg and Mitch, senior year of college.”

  “Greg and Mitch? Really?” he growls.

  “Yes.”

  “My fucking roommates. I can’t believe you slept with my friends. I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

  “Well, you were in love with my best friend and fucked her more than once so I guess you don’t really have much to complain about.”

  He looks contrite. “I guess I didn’t think about it that way.”

  “Nope, you didn’t. You were too busy judging me. I’ve never lied about my past or tried to hide it from you or anyone else, Josh.” I pull my hand out from under his and tuck my hair behind my ear. “What you see is what you get. If you can’t handle my past you should probably walk away now because I can’t erase or change it. I wouldn’t want to even if I could. I’m not ashamed of who I am.”

  “Why do you assume I want out so easily? I want you, Elle. Your past doesn’t matter to me. It’s where we go from here that’s important and I think we’re headed for great things.” He reaches across the table capturing my hand once more. “You’re not getting rid of me so easily. I’ll never be upset with you for telling me the truth. It’s lies I have a problem with.”

  “You say this now, but there’s a lot you still don’t know about me.”

  “And there’s a lot I already love about you. Have some faith, Elle.”

  Easier said than done.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Josh

  “So, what do you think?” I question, throwing my arms wide. “Not too shabby, huh?” I can’t help the proud grin, sweeping across my face.

  “I love it,” Elle says, her sparkling eyes slowly trek around the room.

  “I used to dream I’d have my own art studio, but I never imagined a room like this.” I gesture at the floor to ceiling shelves lining one wall, the large windows allowing in the perfect amount of natural light and the three easels lined up along one wall.

  “There’s so much space. It’s a great room for you to create your masterpieces in.” She walks over to peer out one of the windows next to me. “Great view,” she murmurs, her head against the glass.

  My arms wrap around her waist and I turn her to face me. “My masterpieces, huh?”

  “Yep, that’s what you paint.”

  “I love how you’re so supportive of my art and it doesn’t hurt that you’re adorable.”

  “Adorable?” she questions, with a raised eyebrow.

  “You heard me.” My hands slide down to cup her ass. “Adorably sexy.”

  “Hmm, I’m not sure I want to be adorable. Sexy on the other hand…” She winks at me.

  I squeeze her ass. “Well, you’re both.”

  “I’m also hungry. Is that an attractive quality in a girlfriend?”

  “When you say hungry are you referring to the fact that you haven’t had dinner yet or are you hungry for my cock?”

  She snorts and slaps my chest. “You know what I mean.”

  “So, you’re saying you want my cock?”

  “Josh,” she growls, staring up at me.

  Chuckling, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. “I’ve got the dinner situation already taken care of. Stay right here.” Walking across the room, I grab a brand-new drop cloth from a shelf. Unfolding it, I spread it out in the middle of the floor, like a blanket. “Come here,” I say, holding my hand out for her.

  Moving toward me with the grace of a model or a dancer, she’s stunning.

  “Have a seat,” I say. She catches my extended hand and I assist her to the floor. “I’ll be right back.”

  Hurrying from the room, I head to my kitchen and grab the large pizza box, two wine glasses, a corkscrew and a brand-new bottle of red wine. When I return to my studio she’s still seated on the floor, but she’s removed her heels and the button-down shirt she had on. Leaning back on her palms, her bare calves are exposed in the black skirt she wore to the office. The relaxed position pushes her tits forward, calling attention to her taut nipples that are poking through the silky material of the black tank top that hugs her torso flatteringly.

  My mouth waters and it’s not the bacon pizza that’s causing it. Swallowing over the lump in my throat, I place the box in the middle of the drop cloth and sit down next to her. I hand her the glasses to hold, while I open the bottle of wine.

  “You like wine, right?” I ask, as the cork slides out.

  “Yes, I like it a little too much sometimes.”

  Pouring some into each glass, I set the bottle aside, before opening the pizza box. I hand her some napkins, before saying, “dig in.”

  “Oh my. This looks amazing. Look at all that bacon.”

  “It’s beautiful. Speaking of masterpieces,” I say, before handing her a slice. Grabbing one of my own, I take a large bite and then moan as the combined flavors hit my taste buds. />
  “Mm, this is so good. How did you know I was craving pizza?” she questions.

  “Pizza’s a safe bet with you. You’re always craving it.”

  “This is true.” She sips from her wine glass, then licks the moisture from her lower lip. Everything she does is alluring.

  We continue dinner while she fills me in on what her day was like. It’s hard for me to imagine the business side of Elle. Sure, she looks the part in her skirt and heels, but thinking of her spouting off financial jargon is extremely hot. Maybe I should let her explain the advantages of a Roth IRA. She can fill me in on which stocks are fixing to go up or anything else she thinks I should know.

  Between the two of us we manage to polish off the whole large pizza and bottle of wine. Elle sinks to her back, laying on the drop cloth, moaning. “I ate too much, but it was so good.”

  Leaning on my elbow next to her, I smile as I take in her flushed cheeks and smiling mouth. I think she’s a little buzzed from the wine. I trail my fingertips down her cheek and over the seam of her lips. She bites the tip of my index finger then soothes it with her tongue.

  “Elle,” I warn, my voice a husky whisper.

  “Don’t Elle me. Get down here and kiss me.” Her eyes flash with desire and I can’t remember a single reason why we shouldn’t be together in every sense of the word.

  What am I waiting for?

  She’s finally mine and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

  I crush her lips with mine and groan when our tongues twist together. She raises her hips, brushing against my hard cock and my fingers move to undo the button and zipper on her skirt. Peeling the black material and her red panties down her legs at the same time, I throw them to the side and immediately tug my Fleetwood Mac t-shirt off. She raises up to pull her tank top over her head, leaving her in a red satin bra. Her hands raise to the clasp.

  “Let me,” I order, my fingers grip the two sides, snapping it open. My breath halts as the cups part, falling to either side, revealing the utter perfection of her rose tipped tits. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Elle. I can’t believe you’re mine.” My eyes hungrily roam over every sleek inch of her body until I can’t wait any longer to touch her. My hands cup her tits, thumbs brushing over her pebbled nipples. She moans and rocks her hips against me.

  Springing to my feet, I remove the rest of my clothes and throw them down with hers. She removes her bra while watching as I move across the room. Grabbing a few tubes of paint, I return to kneel beside her. Uncapping the tube of blue paint, I watch her face for any negative reaction. She shivers when I squeeze out a spiral of blue on her chest. I place the cap back on before picking up another tube. I repeat the process with a lighter blue and finish up with a dollop of sea green. Laying my hands over the paint, I meticulously spread it over her chest and shoulders, slicking it down her upper arms. Using my fingers to create varying patterns on her skin, I mix the colors together, working diligently. The silence in the room is punctuated by her soft gasps and sighs of pleasure. I’ve dreamed of this moment more times than I can recall. She’s my favorite subject to paint and has been for a long time. Her naked body is the ultimate canvas to work with. Her captivating curves are enough to bring me to my knees, but seeing her lying here compliant and covered in my art has me completely on edge. My blood is racing through my veins, heartbeat thundering in my ears. My control is tenuously tethered at this point and I have to remind myself to breathe.

  I circle her nipples with my paint covered fingers until she moans, “yes,” and then pinch the rigid tips between them. Adding more paint, I watch it drip temptingly over the tips of her tits and down the golden canvas of her stomach.

  My hands move to her inner thighs, pushing them open as I climb in between. Sliding my cock along her dripping wet slit, my teeth clench with the need to be inside her. “Elle, are you on birth control?” I ask.

  She nods, her lower teeth biting into her bottom lip. “I’ve been tested.”

  “Me too,” I groan, thrusting into her tight pussy. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” I pause, relishing the indescribable feeling of my bare cock inside her, before I begin to move.

  Lowering my chest to her embellished one, our mouths connect, tongues tangling fluidly. Slotting our fingers together, my chest slides sensually against her paint laden skin transferring color to me. The two of us are joined in every way possible. We’re a fucking masterpiece in the works.

  Making love to Elle, trumps every other sexual experience I’ve ever had. The way her pussy squeezes my cock is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I think she was made with me specifically in mind. She’s everything I ever dreamed she’d be and so much more.

  Our mouths part as I begin to thrust faster. “Rub your clit for me,” I order, releasing one of her hands. She obeys me, her fingers slick with her juices as they draw lazy circles around the swollen flesh.

  Rising to my knees, pushing her legs to her chest, I catch sight of the painted handprints on her inner thighs. Seeing them strikes a primal chord in me. She’s mine. I place my hands over them, gripping her fair skin and slam my cock inside her repeatedly. I quicken my pace and her fingers do the same. Both of us breathe with quick, shallow pants. Her legs tremble and then she moans when she comes, squeezing my dick so tight I can’t help but follow. Collapsing on her chest, my lips fall to the delicate skin of her neck as I breathe in her fruity scent. I don’t want to move from this position. I want to stay connected to her for as long as possible.

  “Goddamn. You’re perfect.” I raise my head and stare down at her. I want her to know I mean what I’m saying.

  “That was amazing.”

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Elle.”

  She glances down at her paint covered torso and then at my paint smeared chest and she giggles.

  I’m covered in a mix of blue and green paint from the top of my pecs down to my stomach. Rising to my knees, I hold out a hand for her. “Come on. I have a brand new jacuzzi tub I’ve never tried yet.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Josh

  “Elle,” I whisper, my fingers running through her long chocolate brown tresses. Lying in my bed with her cradled in my arms has my chest squeezing with a tightness foreign to me.

  I’m irrevocably in love with Elle Johnson.

  She could run once she finds out the depth of my feelings for her. But I’d rather have her run now than later. By then I’ll be so far gone, there’ll be no recovering.

  “What?” she murmurs.

  “I’m falling in love with you,” I husk, my voice gritty with emotion.

  Her head raises from my chest, her eyes wide in the silver moonlight coming in my windows. “You are?”

  “Can’t you tell?” My fingers continue to comb through her soft hair.

  “I’m not sure. No one’s ever been in love with me before.”

  “I find that hard to believe. You’re easy to love. I can’t believe I’m the only man who’s noticed.”

  “I’m different with you than I’ve been with other guys.”

  “How so?” My heart thuds at her admission. I want her to tell me she’s never felt this way before.

  “We talk about everything and I never feel like you’re judging me, no matter what I might say.” She shifts position, resting both her arms on my chest. “In the past, I’ve never wanted to spend time with a guy outside the bedroom.” She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, raking over it. “And now, I never want to be apart from you.”

  I smile, her words symbolize more to me than she realizes. It’s not an outright declaration of love, but it’s almost as good as one. I have to pay attention to the words Elle says and her actions, not what she doesn’t vocalize or do. “I don’t like to be away from you either. Work keeps us both busy and I realize finding time to be together is going to be a struggle. But we’re worth putting in the effort, Elle. You make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

  “You’re so sweet.”

 
; “You’re the sweet one,” I smack my lips together. “I did have my face buried in your pussy for forty minutes earlier.”

  “You’re really good at that.”

  “Eating pussy?”

  “Yep.”

  “I’ve never been so committed to excelling at it before. You inspire me in every way possible.”

  “Well, I hope I keep inspiring you.”

  “I don’t see that ever changing.”

  “Don’t shave your beard off.”

  “You like it?”

  “I like the way it feels when you…”

  “When I rub it back and forth over your clit?”

  “Yes.” She twirls a strand of her hair around her index finger. “When do you think you could do that again?”

  Gripping her upper arms, I tug her along my chest until she’s straddling my shoulders. “There’s no time like the present.”

  * * *

  I’ve been in an incredible mood all day. I’m ridiculously happy. I can’t keep the smile from my face.

  “Things are good with you and Elle?” Sean asks.

  “Yeah, things are great. Better than I hoped.”

  “Oh shit. Guys, Tell E is on. I missed some of it. Why didn’t you remind me it was on?” Tatum questions in an annoyed tone. “This show makes every Friday night bearable for me.”

  “Maybe you need to set an alarm. I don’t know when it’s on.” I reply.

  “Shh, no more talking. I need to listen. You can’t make this shit up.” She turns the volume up while the three of us sit around, waiting for our next clients.

  “The next caller is Harry from New Hampshire. What’s your question?”

  “A couple of days ago, my girlfriend and I had unprotected sex. We got the morning after pill and I took it immediately. What are the chances she’ll still get pregnant?”

  “Okay,” she sighs. “Let me get this straight. You took the pill instead of your girlfriend?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why did you take it?”

  “Because she told me I had to.”