LOVE QUAKES: BOXED SET (BOOKS 1-4)

by J. S. Luxor

  “Aren’t you curious about your gift, Tristan?”

  “Of course, Joanna,” he whispers while kissing my neck and cheek. “Let’s wait until we reach my place, though.”

  Tristan’s Junior Suite is about four times the size of my room with views of Times Square, on both sides. He puts my luggage down on the bedroom floor while I drop my purse and jacket on a nearby chair. I’m in his arms and pulling on the lapels on his jacket with passion in a nanosecond. His hands are firmly cupping my rear by now.

  “Three days apart from you constitutes cruel and unusual punishment, baby.”

  “Always so focused on legalities,” I observe in between kisses. My arms and hands rest on his neck and chest.

  “The way you kiss, Joanna, should be illegal.”

  “Do I get a reward or a punishment, then?”

  “A bit of both, I think,” he judges and then swats my ass gently. My hands are now tugging his suit jacket off. It falls to the floor and pools at our feet. Tristan kicks it away.

  “Why did you just spank me?” I ask provocatively and stick my tongue in his ear.

  “You went out alone at night in Manhattan without Hawk or Janelle,” he hisses but then nips my neck with affection.

  “Since you’re paying Hawk so well, I’m just keeping you on your toes, Grant.”

  “I get crazy with jealousy when I see other men chasing you, Joanna. I nearly gagged when I watched the video of you and Michael. I think he was about to move in for a little kiss when I pulled him from you outside.”

  “I certainly wouldn’t have allowed him to kiss me, Tristan. Don’t worry, he couldn’t compete with you on any level, Tristan.”

  He chuckles and then tosses me onto the bed. I look at Tristan’s molten gaze hovering over me and then reach up to pull him toward me by his tie.

  “Why don’t we get these clothes off you?” I ask as his tie slips through the collar of his shirt at my prompt.

  “Sounds delightful, Joanna. By the way, I also brought you a present,” Tristan proclaims while kissing me long and hard. He unbuttons his shirt as he lowers himself onto the bed.

  “Is it something that I can use now?”

  “Most definitely.”

  “Good, by the way, you can’t use your gift now,” I counter.

  We kiss and moan for a few minutes more while his hands explore every inch of my chest. My hands itch to touch his pants but I resist the urge. His dress shirt hangs open as he looks down at my face with reverence. At the moment, Tristan looks so good I could inhale him.

  “You have the most adorable, innocent little face, Joanna. No wonder Michael was after you.”

  “Where’s my gift, then?” I ask to distract him from any thoughts of Michael.

  Tristan reaches up and pulls a package from the top of his nightstand. “Try this on for size.”

  I sit up and pull the ribbon off an item wrapped only in colorful pink tissue paper. A light blue satin negligee from La Perla emerges from the wrapping.

  “Is this what you bought me at Macy’s the other day?” He nods yes and winks.

  “I selected it especially for you, baby. I then ordered four more just like it, in various colors.”

  Then I give Tristan his gift. It’s a tie with all the landmarks of Manhattan printed on it. It’ll have special significance for us from this day on.

  “It’s perfect, angel. Thank you for thinking of me,” he tells me with those grateful aqua eyes now filling with love and passion.

  “I’ll be back in a flash,” I promise him as I take my gift into the bathroom. Once in the privacy of the room, I remove all my clothing, including my underwear. I wash my face and other openings, brush my hair, and rinse with mouthwash. The negligee looks expensive and feels so smooth. I like the way it fits my figure. Tristan already knows my size. I check my reflection in the mirror and like what I see. I put a sexy smile on my face before re-entering the bedroom.

  By the time I reach the bed, Tristan’s removed all his clothing but his undershirt and boxers. He’s reclining against the headboard in a seated position. He stares at me with lust and desire. I twirl a bit as I model the negligee. He holds his arms out to welcome me back while his gaze literally explodes with passion.

  “You look good enough to eat in that number, Joanna. Unfortunately, I’m not quite able to do that yet.”

  I bite my lip as I look into his gorgeous face and heated eyes. Then I scoot up and straddle his lap. He laughs with intense satisfaction as he guides me toward his sensuous lips. I can feel his hardness beneath me. He’s full and firm.

  “Are you ready for the next step in your sexual education, my dear Miss Prime?”

  I nod my approval and flex my hips toward his. “I want an A.”

  “You’ll have to work hard to earn an A in my class,” he warns me. His hands find their way beneath the fabric of my mid-thigh nightie. “I note that you’re not wearing any panties.”

  “As you know, Professor Grant, I like to come prepared.” I stare into his eyes with an eager look on my face. “I’m prepared to show you how hard I can work tonight.”

  “Always a good sign, Miss Prime,” he laughs with a sensual arch to his eyebrows. Then, he begins to explore my core. His gentle touches to my exposed folds send me into a frenzy of desire. We French kiss while his fingers send spasms of pleasure through my body. I’m so moist, in all the right places, that I drip. Tristan sighs and moans as he licks the moisture off his fingers.

  My hands finally begin to massage his large toy. I pull it free of the boxers.

  “Oh, angel, that feels so phenomenal,” he huffs and then lets the feeling engulf him. I keep up the action for several minutes while he grows larger and increasingly more firm.

  “Would you like to feel me all around you, Tristan?” I tempt.

  “Of course, Joanna, but I don’t think I’m ready to have intercourse yet.”

  “How about if I do all the work while you lay back and let me move?”

  “Oh, angel, I hope I can control myself. Maybe we should wait,” he advises but his eyes look disappointed.

  “You’ve traveled across the entire country to be with me, Tristan. Besides I deserve a reward,” I argue.

  “OK, let’s try to give you a taste of me, Joanna,” he agrees. I note that it doesn’t take much to convince him. “Are you ready to feel me inside you, angel?”

  I nod with enthusiasm. I can’t wait to see what his gorgeous toy will do inside my most private place.

  Tristan lifts me up eagerly from his lap, my hands drop to my sides and then I’m slowly lowered onto his most wonderful and warm body part ever. I squirm to adjust myself and then help guide his member in with my fingers. I clench and flex my hips in order to fit all of him into my canal. He’s more than ample. He’s really filling me up and it’s amazing.

  Tristan’s eyes are closed as we connect in the most profound manner, at last. “Holy hell, you feel good, Joanna. So tight, so right. Wow.”

  I simply grunt in agreement. I’m stunned at how well we fit together. He eases himself up and down, in and out, slowly by moving me vertically three times. I’m sitting upright while he’s reclining under me.

  “Damn, you’re amazing. It’s better than I could have imagined and what I hoped for seemed more than impressive. Does that feel alright for you, baby?” he whispers with the utmost concern in his voice.

  “It feels great, Tristan. Can I bounce a bit now?” I ask with eagerness and kiss his head.

  “Please, bounce away, Joanna. Move to your vagina’s delight,” he urges me with so much passion that it ignites my core. His eyes have turned black with lust and love at this point. Mine must look the same.

  Then I really start to move. His hands rest on my hips as I gyrate on his member. My hands rest on his shoulders as I squeeze and clench him with as much strength as I can muster. I throw my head back as I move around on Tristan’s toy. He’s chanting my name while holding my hips in just the right way. This feels more t
han wonderful. It’s other worldly.

  I exhale loudly and scream his name when I find my release at last. He enters me one final time as his hips lift both of us and then Tristan finally comes undone. He’s looking at me with absolute joy.

  “I love you, Joanna,” he proclaims as he falls back on the padded headboard in relief. “I’ll never want anyone but you. You’re my soul mate. You make me feel cleansed, freed, complete, and healed,” he says slowly as though it’s a litany.

  I collapse onto his shoulder and chest. “Thank you, Tristan, you’re an amazing lover,” I moan in an incoherent manner.

  I’m ecstatic because I’ve just lost my V-card to the man of my dreams and it was more than I imagined it could be. I’m spent but so relaxed, it’s ridiculous. Perhaps I’ll have to crawl to the toilet to clean up.

  He’s cooing softly in my ear as we spoon goodnight. We both manage to fall fast asleep a short while later. I’ve found my mate for life and I’m thrilled. There’s no turning back. It’s hours later when we’re both awakened by an explosion, from below, that rattles our bed and shatters our dreams.

  Chapter Two – Boom Boom

  Tristan’s POV

  I’m jolted awake by the sound and smell of a fiery explosive. My first instinct is to check on my Joanna. She’s just awakening and seems to be fine. I shake her and then order her to get dressed.

  My second instinct is to call Bailey. He’s been staying at the DoubleTree down the street because the conference hotel was booked. He’s sound asleep when I call.

  “Bailey. Find out what’s going on with the explosion at the Marriott. Call Hawk and see if he’s OK. I’ve got Joanna here with me. Try to find out what’s happened with Janelle. Stay in touch,” I order and click off.

  I gather and then pull on my clothing from yesterday. It’s been tossed all around the bedroom. What a great time we had last night. My cock is still tingling with pleasure from Joanna’s ride on it. I’m so lucky that she let me pop her cherry, at last. Damn, that was great. She’s such a responsive little firecracker. I can’t wait to show her what else she needs to learn. But right now, I have to focus and get us both to safety.

  I run to the bathroom where Joanna is cleaning up. Thank goodness she’s already got her jeans and top on.

  “Joanna, just grab your purse, jacket and shoes…We can worry about the luggage and toiletries later.”

  Joanna turns to me with a sharp intake of breath as we note that smoke is starting to seep under the door of the suite. I pull Joanna with me toward the door. Before we open it, I touch it with the back of my hand to determine whether it’s hot. Luckily the temperature feels fine.

  Bailey calls back just as we’re about to decide whether to stay or leave our hotel suite.

  “There’s been an explosion on the 18th floor, sir, but it’s opposite from where the stairwell happens to be. Smoke is already billowing out from the windows on that floor. If there’s light smoke on your floor, stay low and try to avoid breathing anything toxic. Crawl to the exit for the stairs which is 200 feet to the right of your suite. Make sure the doors don’t lock behind you in case you must return. Your best bet is to head up toward the roof,” he advises.

  “Any news on Hawk or Janelle?”

  “Nothing yet but I’ll keep checking…In the meantime, go up toward the roof. It’s on the fiftieth floor. You are on the 30th level just now.”

  “Got it.”

  I grab Joanna’s hand and open the door to the hallway cautiously. Some people are already running through the corridor. The smoke from below has just begun to invade our air and it’s rising. There’s no sense in going down. We crawl quickly toward the stairwell and test the door to make sure we don’t lock ourselves out . The stairwell air smells fresh, for now. I literally pull Joanna along behind me but we’re both moving at a fast pace up the stairs. We have twenty flights, until we find the roof, and we need to pace ourselves. Many other people have begun to climb with us. Some of them are running up.

  “I hope Janelle is okay,” Joanna worries.

  “Bailey is searching for her and for Hawk. Hopefully, they’re both alright.”

  “What floor was Hawk staying on?”

  “He found something on the lower level since he likes to avoid taking fire risks.”

  “Does Bailey know what caused the explosion?”

  “I don’t think so. Not yet, Joanna.”

  We’re both a bit winded after just ten flights up so I slow us down but keep moving. More hotel guests join the exodus toward the top of the building. Someone mentions a rotating bar at the top and jokes about breaking into the liquor storage area. I have no intention of taking us where the mob will gather.

  My phone signals as we arrive at that area, however. “Sir, Hawk reached the ground level safely. He’s learned that someone set a bomb off in the hallway of the 18th floor. The fire department won’t let anyone near that area but they’re beginning to get the resultant smoke and fire under control. The bad news is that no one has seen Janelle.”

  “We’re almost on the roof, now, Bailey. Should we venture up there or hang out in the bar area until we’re given the all clear about returning to our rooms?”

  “It will be hours before they’ll let anyone back into their rooms, sir. Your best bet is to wait inside.”

  “Good job, Bailey, and give Hawk our regards.”

  “Sir,” he signs off.

  Once we’re at the top of the building, I turn to Joanna and update her on our current status. “It looks as if Janelle might have been hurt or worse. No one has heard from her and the bomb exploded in the hallway…,” I begin.

  Joanna’s eyes fill with horror and tears. She pulls her phone out and attempts to call Janelle but it goes to Voice Mail. “Oh, Tristan, if anything’s happened to her…”

  “Sshh, baby. We don’t know, but let’s hope she was able to avoid the worst of it. Don’t panic yet.”

  “OK. Just think, if you hadn’t shown up, that could have been me.”

  “Thank goodness you had the good sense to sleep with me last night,” I whisper into her ear with a carnal tone in my voice. She’s got me in her spell.

  She giggles for the first time today. “Yes. My experience last night felt astounding, Tristan. I really loved my lesson. For my very first time, it was fabulous. You were fantastic.”

  Her eyes fill with wonder as she recalls the adventure on my Pogo stick. I’m so proud that I gave her that much satisfaction. The interesting point about our encounter is that I’m really only able to give about fifty percent of an effort to our lovemaking. I can’t wait to show her what I’m capable of when I’m fully able to perform.

  There’s so much more to sex when you care about your partner. She’s such a luscious little peach. I’ve already fallen in love with this gorgeous, delectable young woman. But, Joanna hasn’t declared her love for me yet and I don’t want to feel too vulnerable around her.

  What I say instead, with a laugh, is: “Don’t worry, Joanna, your lesson is far from over.”

  “I’m so excited for the next phase of our relationship.” Joanna looks so young and fresh as she anticipates the future. She most definitely likes me and loves having sex with me.

  “Me, too,” I assure her and pull her into my embrace for a morning kiss. I think I could hold her, kiss her, love her forever. I made a great decision when I flew to Manhattan to see my girl.

  We spend a good chunk of the early morning moving back and forth from the roof to the bar area. There’s no food but most of the group doesn’t seem hungry. Perhaps we’re simply too shocked to focus on anything other than survival. The smoke from the 18th floor doesn’t even reach us on the 49th level. As we mill around at the top of the hotel, Joanna notices Ryan and Nancy Tran.

  Ryan Tran looks pleased and surprised to see us. “Joanna,” he nearly shouts with joy, “how did you escape from the 18th floor? We were so worried.”

  “Easy. I decided to spend the night with my boyfriend, on the 3
0th floor,” she explains with a bit of a blush. I put my arm around Joanna’s shoulder to demonstrate our status in no uncertain terms.

  Ryan and Nancy regard me with curiosity. “You look familiar,” Nancy Hyde chirps. She’s a round, dark haired woman with lovely taupe skin. I’m guessing she’s seen my picture on social media.

  “I’m sorry,” Joanna apologizes, “this is Tristan Grant. And, Tristan, this is Ryan and Nancy Tran.” We shake hands all the way around.

  Ryan’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when my name finally registers. “You’re THE Tristan Grant of… PCC?” Nancy’s jaw drops as she takes me in. I nod in a nonchalant manner.