Page 105 of Hard Hitter

"I can be persuasive when I need to be," Raelyn shrugged, then paused abruptly, seeing Quinn's eyebrows shoot up in alarm. Behind her, Jett laughed. "That's not what I meant. I didn't mean, like, sexually. I mean, I guess Icanif I need to. I don't know why I said that. I wouldn't with him. Or anyone else. I don't- I didn't-" Raelyn covered her face with her hands, "Oh my God, just make me stop talking."

Still laughing behind her, Jett leaned back to look at Quinn. "I assure you, there was no sexual persuasion. I witnessed the whole thing."

Quinn smiled at her. "I love when you do that. Say the wrong thing and then completely word-vomit to try to excuse it."

"I'm glad you're amused, because it's stressful," Raelyn replied, taking a larger sip of her drink this time.

The three of them sat, talking and drinking for a while before returning to the dance floor. Raelyn pointed out a cousin of Amira's who was clearly checking Jett out. She was petite, and very pretty, with long dark brown hair, matching dark eyes, and perfectly manicured eyebrows, wearing a gold two-piece dress. Jett looked at Quinn and Raelyn as if asking for instructions, and Quinn simply nudged him in her direction. After some time, Amira slid in and stole Raelyn away from Quinn for a few dances together, plus the bouquet toss. She dragged Quinn up for the garter toss and Raelyn was pretty certain she'd asked Brody to aim the garter at Quinn, because it hit him square in the chest.

Their night was full of dancing, selfies, making out in the photo booth, and indulging themselves in the open bar. By the end of the night it was clear neither of them was fit to drive, so they called a cab to take them all the way back to Quinn's hotel. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the first real flash of gnawing jealousy, or maybe it was just the fact that Raelyn found it almost impossible to keep her hands off of him, but as soon as they were in the back seat of the cab, she was on him.

Ignoring the fact that they were obviously not the only ones in the vehicle, and that it was likely a distraction to their poor driver, she sat in Quinn's lap, straddling him, and crashed her mouth into his. Their tongues wrestled, his hands held her steady by the hips, keeping her in his lap, her hands loosening his tie, and unbuttoning his vest. She couldn't wait to get back to his hotel room and rip his clothes off the moment they walked through the door, but they managed to keep it PG-13 in the taxi on the ride there.

The rain from earlier in the week had returned, and it was a complete downpour by the time they got back into the city. At the entrance to the hotel, Quinn kept a hand firmly on Raelyn's lower back as hetossed a wad of cash to the driver. He then rushed her inside, trying to shield her from the rain with his suit jacket.

The excitement and need buzzing between them was palpable as they waited for the elevator doors to close, hoping that no one else would be needing a ride up with them. Alone, Quinn pressed Raelyn's back against the wall and kissed her deeply, letting his hands roam from her neck, down over her breasts, to her hips, and around the curve of her ass. Leaving his hands there, he pulled her into him and she could feel the hard length of him through his dress pants. Raelyn moved her hands up his chest and neck and into his hair, grasping it tight as she refused to let her mouth part from his.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. They stumbled out, still holding onto each other, pulling and grasping at clothes as they made their way down the hall to his door. There were two women in pajamas entering the room next to his with a bucket of ice and a few drinks who stopped to stare at Quinn and Raelyn's tornado of passion breezing toward his door. Again, he pressed her back up to his hotel room door and kissed her hard, with a deep, throaty groan as he pinned her with his hips. He took a moment to fumble around for his room key in his inside jacket pocket. He swiped the key and the door swung open so they could fall into the room, a flurry of fervent heat and desire that would fuel the night ahead.

Chapter 28

Quinn woke up to the sound of his phone going off. The text tone was dinging over and over, and without much thought, he reached to his nightstand, searching blindly for the source and flipped it to silent. Eyes still closed, he rolled himself to face Rae, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her so that she was up against his body. Her back was to him, and he buried his face in her neck, pressing light kisses into her skin.

Images from the previous night took up space in his mind; Stripping clothes off themselves and each other as soon as the door shut, pinning Rae against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he entered her roughly, the rattling picture frame next to them as he worked to give her that first climactic release. Taking her on the couch, the floor, the bedroom wall, turning her around on the mirrored closet doors so he could watch everything.Oh God,Rae dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth.

He was hard again, his cock pressing against Rae’s backside now. His hands slid up to her breasts, caressing and sliding gentle fingers over her nipples. He seemed to have roused her and her hips were now rolling back into him slowly. Matching the motion of her hips, he slid a hand down and between her legs, stroking gently. Her responding groan was groggy and heavy with sleep, but her body was responding how he needed it to.

“Rae, baby, I need you right now,” Quinn whispered into her neck, kissing and sucking at her skin, as he pressed his hard length against her.

She let out another sleepy groan, arching her back when he circled her clit with his finger. She parted her legs, making room for him. Quinn angled himself at her opening and slowly thrusted, first just allowing the head of his cock inside, then further with the second and third thrusts until he was buried deep.

Rae continued rocking into him and he gripped her hips firmly. She reached back, fisting his hair as he made his movements more aggressive, demanding more and more from her half-sleeping body.

The doorbell to the suite sounded through the room. Quinn’s eyes shot open, wondering who the hell would be at his door this early. And why now?

Closing his eyes again, he chose to ignore it, resetting his focus on Rae and pleasure and satisfying their needs.

The doorbell rang again, accompanied by knocking.

Quinn groaned, aggravated, and leaned over Rae to kiss her on the cheek before reluctantly parting himself from her and getting out of bed. Hastily pulling on a pair of boxers, he made his way through the living room to the door. His raging erection was perfectly visible inside his shorts, but he didn’t care. Hell, the person who’d taken him away from his bed should know what they were interrupting.

“This had better be an emergency,” Quinn sighed as he pulled the door open. A short brunette with a ponytail stood next to a tall, thin man with black hair and a natural tan. They both wore professional clothes; the woman in a blazer and a blouse with a pencil skirt and the man wearing a suit. Quinn registered their name tags and realized they must work at the concierge desk. He didn’t miss how both sets of eyes widened and swept him from head to toe, taking in his near-naked and fully erect presence.

“Um, yes, Mr. Casey...” The woman was staring either at his torso or his barely-concealed cock, he couldn’t quite tell. Her eyes snapped up to his face, redness blossoming under her fair cheeks. “We thought we should tell you that there are quite a few cameras out front. It’s a bit of a scene down there.”

“After those articles popped up this morning, it seems like someone must’ve let slip where you’re staying-”

Quinn cut the man off, “What articles?”

“With all the pictures of you and your...girlfriend?” He said hesitantly.

Furrowing his brow, Quinn turned and looked into the room where Rae was now walking out of the bedroom wearing his button-down shirt from the previous night. Her hair was tousled, falling over one shoulder as she looked at him curiously.

“Is everything okay?” Rae asked, glancing from Quinn to the hotel workers at the door. “It’s not your mom, is it?”

“No,” Quinn said quickly, “no, nothing like that. Um, Rae, just stay away from the windows. And maybe get some clothes on.”

“All I have is my bridesmaid's dress,” she replied. “I totally didn’t think to grab my bag out of the changing room last night.”

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