Page 100 of Hard Hitter

It didn't take too long to walk through the ceremony and the exit, but of course, Amira wanted to go again. It took four more runs before she was completely satisfied and felt that even if the men had something to drink before the ceremony, they'd be able to figure it out.

They were dismissed for dinner, and Raelyn was thankful to discover the head table had yet to be set up, which meant she could sit with Quinn. When she went to tell him the good news, a few of the guests seemed disappointed that she was taking away their shiny new toy. He wrapped his arm around her, and they headed off to find a table when they were quickly flagged down by Amira.

"Come sit with us!" Amira squealed. "I can't believe it's actually happening!" She grabbed Raelyn's arm and pulled her into the seat next to her.

The dining tables were round, with eight chairs per table. Brody sat on the other side of Amira, Raelyn and Quinn sat to Amira's left, James and his girlfriend, Bethany, sat on the other side of Quinn, and Ethan sat between James and the empty chair next to Brody. Letting out a long sigh, knowing exactly who would be sitting in that empty seat, her eyes swept from it to Quinn, who seemed to be on the same page.

It wasn't long before Emerson strolled over, a rocks glass in one hand and a shot in the other. He slid the shot glass across the table to Quinn. With the table set up as it was, Quinn and Emerson were seated directly across from each other. This was certainly going to be entertaining.

Quinn eyed the shot glass and looked back up at Emerson without saying a word. His face was calm and unfazed- for the most part. Raelyn figured she was the only one who saw his jaw twitch just the slightest bit.

"Got that for you, All-Star," said Emerson, taking the final seat at the table. "Thought maybe we could get dinner and a show." He let out a satisfied sigh, "I just love to watch couples fight."

Clearly, Quinn had no intention of taking the shot of what was most likely Jameson. He put his arm around the back of Raelyn's chair and continued to stare Emerson down. Silent and stoic. At least that's how he appeared on the outside. Raelyn was sure his insides were beginning to boil.

An awkward silence fell over the table as the two men waited for the other to cave. Raelyn's eyes must have flitted back and forth between them a dozen times before she decided to make a clean cut through the tension. Her arm reached out and snatched up the shot glass. She tossed the shot back-yep, that was Jameson, all right-with a severe wince.

"Ugh, I donotmiss drinking that," Raelyn said with a shudder, setting the glass back down and sliding it back across toward Emerson.

Buzz buzz.

Another, completely different kind of shudder ripped through her, and she put a hand to her mouth as a giggle threatened to slip out.

"No?" Emerson questioned. "It seemed like you enjoyed it that night there was a power outage. You remember that, right?”

Of course Raelyn remembered it. It had been one of the first times Emerson had let his guard down with her. About his family, about his dad. So, naturally, they had fucked like rabbits for hours.

“We sat on your couch and played drinking games." His malevolent gaze drifted from Raelyn to Quinn. "She always used to keep Jameson on hand for me; you should check her cupboards and see if it's still there."

It wasn't. She had dumped it out less than a week after she'd caught him cheating.

"Emerson, dude," Brody said cautiously, shaking his head.

"What?" Emerson lifted his hands, playing innocent. "It's all in the past, right? Besides, I doubt anyone who's gotten as much tail as All-Star over here is going to care that his girlfriend used to get drunk and have wild animal sex with her formerfiancé."

Raelyn opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by an intense, drawn out vibration on her clit. She gasped and grabbed Quinn's thigh. He didn't let up. She tried hard not to squirm too much in her seat as she looked up to read his face. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were set across the table on the yammering jack-wagon trying to get a rise out of him.

Finally, after digging her nails into his leg through his dress pants, he clicked the remote and gave her relief. Well, sort of. She was now wet and wanted to drag Quinn off to a quiet corner and ride him until she truly felt relieved.

"Can't you at least switch to beer?" Amira suggested to Emerson, sounding annoyed after taking a sip from her wine glass. "You're at least kinda-sorta-somewhat tolerable when you're not drinking liquor."

"Me?" Emerson retorted. "Shit, I don't remember ever getting so drunk that I accused Rae of being with me for my money." The gleamin his eyes proved what satisfaction he was getting from all this. His stormy blue eyes met Raelyn's again. "I might've accused her of being with me for mycock."

There were uncomfortable groans and winces, Ethan even let out a quiet'whoa', but Quinn's hollow laugh was all Raelyn paid attention to. She'd never heard himlaughwhen he got mad. Not even a completely humorless one like that. And she had seen him angry on plenty of occasions. She was often witness to his fist fights and knew exactly which steps his anger came in before throwing a punch. This was new- and that made her nervous.

Quinn shook his head and an amused- angry, for sure, but still amused- smirk slanted up the corner of his mouth.

Mmm, that dimple. Please don't push that button now, or I will come undone just looking at you.

"Listen, Emerson," Quinn began, his voice low and shockingly casual. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is. Maybe you just hate to lose. Maybe you feel like you made the biggest mistake of your life letting her go- I know I would.”

He chose this moment to click on the vibrator. Raelyn again tried not to wiggle around too much. She shifted in her seat and the little vibrating device rested itself on just the right spot.Oh yes, that feels...so good…

“I’ve been in love with her since I was fourteen. Thirteen? Maybe even before that. I know how much it sucks when you feel like you’ve blown your last shot with her.”

The intensity of the vibrations was gradually increasing. Raelyn angled her head down, eyes shut tight, and did her best to hold in any pleasured, porn-star sounds that threatened to escape her lips. One hand was gripping her seat and the other had a tight hold on Quinn’s thigh. His legs were sprawled in a wide man-spread, inviting her to take hold of him. The hard length pressing against the inside of his dress pants made Raelyn slick with need between her legs.

“And you know what else? When I first met you, I thought you were all right. I didn’t know who you were, of course, but we talked. We had a good time. And I guess, yeah, Rae must’ve seen something in you to want to marry you at one point in time. So, instead of doing my usual shit and punching your ass to the ground, I’m going to say thank you.”

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