Page 103 of Hard Hitter

Raelyn: Switch places with Jett. She can hit on him instead.

Quinn laughed again at her message when he read it and looked up at her, mouthing, “Seriously?”

Raelyn nodded vigorously and made a criss-crossing motion with her hands, gesturing to Quinn and Jett, and said, “Switch.” Quinn chuckled, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. He leaned toward Jett and got his attention again. Raelyn watched as he spoke and made various hand motions between the two of them and pointed to his seat. Jett leaned forward and took a look at the woman on the other side of Quinn, shrugged, then got up so they could swap places.

Once in his new seat he looked back up at Raelyn, “Happy?”

She smiled in response, and he laughed again, shaking his head. Her smile brightened when she saw the woman’s confused and disappointed expression. It was brief, however, as she looked Jett over and realized that he wasn’t too bad either. He wasn’t Quinn, of course, but he did look good tonight.

Dinner was served, toasts were made, and dancing began. Amira and Brody had their first dance, the bridal party had the dance floor after the parents’ dances, and then it was open for everyone. Raelyn felt like she could have run into Quinn’s arms once she no longer needed to be in any particular place.

At his table, Quinn was turning to get out of his seat and greet her when she grabbed his hands and pulled him up to drag him to the dance floor with her. He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before tilting her head up to him. When he covered her mouth with his it was demanding and hungry. It still amazed Raelyn how exhilarating their kisses were. She could forget all of her surroundings and feel like it was just her and Quinn in the room, and all she could feel were the sensations of his lips, his tongue, his breath, the stubble scratching her as he kissed deeper, his hands behind her head, forcing her to give in to him. Not that she was offering any resistance.

Breathless and a little dizzy when Quinn pulled away, Raelyn smiled up at him, “I missed you.”

Quinn smirked. “I’ve been fifteen feet away.”

“I missed touching you,” Raelyn replied, sliding her hands up his stomach to his chest.

“Well, by all means, touch me all you want.”

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” Raelyn observed, running her hands back up and down his torso. “You look great, but I prefer you in a little…less.”

“Oh yeah?” Quinn cocked an eyebrow. “Usually when I get jealous about someone checking you out I want to cover you up. Make sure no one sees enough to get too creative with their imagination.”

Raelyn looked around Quinn, searching for that woman who’d been feeling up his arm through his suit jacket. “She can look all she wants as long as she quits fondling your biceps.” Finally catching a glimpse of that tight red dress, she saw that the woman was at the bar, no Jett in sight. “Did she ditch Jett already?”

With a chuckle, Quinn replied, “They didn’t really hit it off. I hope he can find someone here tonight. I mean, even just to take home.”

“Yeah, he’ll be thirty this year; it’s about time he loses his virginity,” Raelyn said, still not taking her eyes off the red dress which, she had guessed right, was very short.

“Poor kid…” Quinn shook his head. “Hey, what about Amira’s sister? Is she single? She’s pretty cute.”

“She’s also twenty-one,” said Raelyn. “Although maybe that’s a good thing. She might be just inexperienced enough to handle a thirty-year-old virgin.”

“Were you innocent at twenty-one?” Quinn eyed Raelyn knowingly.

She cringed as a reel of her college sexpeditions flashed through her mind. “Okay, maybe that’s a bad idea.”

As they danced, they pointed out any potential girl for Jett to take home when they saw one, but mostly they enjoyed each other’s company, the feel of being close and in each other’s arms. After several songs, Raelyn expressed her need to give her feet a break and Quinn offered to head up to the bar and get them each something to drink.Almost as soon as Raelyn sat in Quinn’s seat, she saw the blur of red moving toward the bar.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Raelyn watched Miss Skimpy Pants casually act as though she just happened to be in line at the bar at the same time as Quinn. Eyes narrowed, she witnessed yet another graceful touch on his arm. This time Quinn glanced at the hand on his bicep then lifted his gaze slowly back up to the woman talking to him.

What the hell did she have to say to him anyway? She doesn’t even know him. How can she just go on and on like they’re old friends?

“That’s quite the look.” Jett had taken his seat in the chair next to her and was loosening his tie.

“Who the hell is that chick anyway?” Raelyn snapped, still glaring toward the bar.

“Her name is Regina,” Jett replied. “She’s Brody’s dad’s...best friend’s...daughter? Or something like that?”

“Well, I hate her,” Raelyn stated. “Don’t you think you could try a little harder with her? I mean, she’s super hot, so it’s not like I’m asking you to take one for the team. It’s a win-win.”

“I tried talking to her already,” Jett replied. “We really have nothing in common.”

“I disagree. You both want to get laid tonight. That’s plenty,” said Raelyn. “Seriously, she will not stop touching him.”

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