Page 110 of Hard Hitter

Sitting at the kitchen island, having downed his second cup of coffee, Quinn answered more texts and checked more links and updates. The pictures from only an hour ago would likely show up soon, and he couldn’t help the nervous excitement about seeing those photos. He was actually finding himself loving this attention. Not being in the media, necessarily, but loving that he was getting recognized for being with Rae. That she was being referred to as “Quinn’s girl” all over the internet.

He wasn’t exaggerating about feeling like his L.A. life was completely different from the one he’d been living in Traverse City over the past several weeks. Seeing this dream life come together with his other was confirmation that he wasn’t just experiencing some sort of long-term hallucination. He wasn’t going to wake up in the hospital, just coming out of surgery to discover he’d dreamt it all. This life with Rae was real, the love was real, and she was going to be part of his life even once thisvacationwas over and reality set back in.

A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind and lips pressed behind his ear. Quinn let out a groan at her touch and she nibbled his ear. “Anything new?” she asked, resting her chin on his shoulder and peering at his phone.

“Same stories and pictures so far,” he replied. “I was just reading some of the comments. People really don’t want to believe I can be in a serious relationship.”

“Well, we were photographed together for one night,” said Rae. “I’m actually a little surprised people assume it’s a relationship based off of that. They’re really just going off of whatever you and anyone else told that one reporter.”

“Does it bother you?” Quinn was reading the comment section of one article, where one reader had expressed his opinion that this was just Quinn’s way of getting media attention while he was benched for the season.

“Not really, no,” she sighed. “I know it’s real. The opinions of thousands of strangers is their business, not mine.”

“Good,” said Quinn. “Just try to remember that when they start attacking you.”

Rae took the phone out of his hand and set it face down on the counter. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure this will all sink in for me at some point, but can we just pretend for the moment that my life isn’t about to get flipped upside down?”

He spun on his stool to face Rae and smiled. She kept her arms around his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her between his legs. His voice was low as he splayed his hands on her phenomenal ass, “I think that’s a great idea.” She lowered her lips to his, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. Quinn pulled her closer as he moved to the edge of his seat, wanting to press his now semi-erect cock against her.

Damn, her kiss woke me up quick.

A deep groan emitted from his throat as he rubbed against her thigh. Rae leaned into it and his heart rate picked up speed. Slipping a hand beneath her shirt, his palm felt the warmth of her skin and he nearly forgot they were in the middle of Rae’s parents’ kitchen.

“Hey, hey-” Charlie’s voice cut through the quiet of the room. “Tongue out of my daughter’s throat! I’m happy for you guys, but I don’t need to see that.”

Quinn put his hands up, but Rae didn’t remove her arms from his shoulders or step back from him. “Technically, Dad, it was my tongue in his throat.”

“Gross,” Charlie stated flatly. He opened the pantry and began rummaging through the shelves.

Rae giggled and planted a kiss on Quinn’s cheek. “Why don’t you take a break from the tabloids and go take a shower.”

“Better make it a cold one!” Charlie shouted from inside the pantry.

Color filled his face as Quinn glanced down at his pants where his cock was pressing hard against the denim along his thigh. Telling himself Charlie had seen nothing and was simply guessing, Quinn nodded, smirking at Rae before he stood. Her eyes swept down to the bulge in his jeans and back up to his face, grinning mischievously.

God dammit, how much longer do I have to wait?

Upstairs in the guest bathroom, Quinn stripped down and stepped into the hot shower. The bathroom had been updated since he last used it, and rather than the bathtub alcove with a curtain, the shower was now fully tiled with frosted glass doors. There’s no way he would’ve taken the risk of relieving himself back when he was a teenager with how exposed he was in this shower. There had been times when Rae would come into the bathroom while he was still showering because she needed her hair dryer or she’d come in to brush her teeth. He would have absolutely died of embarrassment if Rae had actually caught him in the act.

Eyes closed as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, he contemplated turning the water to cold, as his erection would absolutely not go away. It was either that or risk being caught jerking himself off. Would that be better or worse now that Rae knew he’d done it before? Would she be offended he wasn’t saving it for her?

Images from last night crept into his mind again. Rae’s mouth wrapped around his cock as he held her hair back in his fist. Looking up at her as she rode him hard, her body leaning over him, bracing herself on the headboard as he thrusted into her from beneath her. The wayher back arched when she threw her head back as she climaxed. The way her muscles squeezed and contracted around him as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her.

Before he could make a conscious decision about it, he was grasping his cock, slowly stroking himself to the memory of their love making. Watching himself enter her over and over, harder, and faster. Leaning his forearm against the shower wall, bracing himself as he worked toward finally getting some kind of release, his old fantasy of Rae joining him in the shower came back to him.

He imagined being eighteen again after making that pact with Rae. He would tell her no to the pact. That if she’d let him have her, they could do it now. He didn’t want to wait anymore.

How the hell did I ever wait to take her?

Too far into his fantasy, he didn’t hear the bathroom door open, and he didn’t hear the shower door swing open or closed. His eyes were shut, still bracing himself with his arm against the wall, his head bent down, getting closer and closer to his release.

“Need some help with that?”

Quinn’s eyes snapped open, and he grinned at the sight in front of him. With his fist wrapped around his cock, he eyed Rae hungrily. She still had that sexy blue bathing suit from his eighteenth birthday party and it still fit. Actually, it might fit even better now.

“I’ll take it if you’re offering.”

Rae stepped closer to him, taking his cock in her soft, gentle hand. The water was coming down hard on Quinn’s back as he watched her stroke him, top to bottom, giving his balls a light squeeze. He groaned, drinking in her appearance. How many times had he imagined this? And she was making it come to life for him.

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