Page 121 of Hard Hitter

After her relaxing spa experience, Raelyn went back up to the room that held only her and Quinn’s bags. She showered and got dressed before meeting the girls back in their room, which was a fog of hairspray and perfume by the time Raelyn got there. The girls all got cute for dinner and dancing. The resort’s restaurant was in a large hall with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked Lake Michigan. That night, the reception hall that was frequently used for weddings was open for dancing with a DJ. It would be like a mini-prom, which Raelyn was looking forward to since they had missed theirs.

Once the girls and guys met up again, Raelyn and Quinn couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Quinn’s arm constantly draped over her shoulders, or his hands found hers. Raelyn let her hands scratch up and down his back lazily as they sat down for dinner, and his handrested on her leg at the hem of her skirt, letting his fingertips trail just under it. Raelyn glanced down at his hand and back up at his face. He grinned, one side of his mouth pulling up farther than the other, displaying that dimple of his. Her heartbeat picked up and she blushed, feeling goosebumps cover her skin.

They ate. They kissed. They danced. They kissed some more. They had quiet, head-to-head conversations about the upcoming summer, their plans to be together every day until Quinn had to leave for school. Their lips came together, over and over, becoming more heated, their breaths coming in heavy and gasping and greedy at the very thought of having to live so far away from each other for so long.

Her arms wrapped around the back of Quinn’s neck as he held her close, and she rested her forehead against his as he bowed his head. She could feel the heat of his breath on her lips. Her words came out breathless as she looked into his golden, honey-brown eyes, “Should we…?”

Quinn’s Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. He licked his lips, and his breath came out shuddering as he nodded, “Sure.” His breath hitched when Raelyn smiled up at him and pressed her lips to his again. His arm curled possessively around her waist as he guided her out of the hall and to the elevator.

On the way up to their room, Quinn kept his arm around her, skating his hand up and down her side, dipping just below her hip bone and back up. Raelyn let her finger slip into the belt loop of his jeans, keeping him closer still. Her heart was pounding, her pulse fluttering with nerves and excitement and anticipation. She felt the butterflies return to her stomach and chest that were always there when he swept his tongue into her mouth and found hers. Attempting to ease her nerves, she let out a long sigh and rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes and breathing in his familiar scent.

This feels right. It’s Quinn. And me. We’re best friends and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. He’s the right person to do this with.

Quinn bent down to press a kiss to the top of her head, resting there for a few moments until the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss before leadingher to their hotel room. Raelyn didn’t miss the tremor in his hands as he dug out and swiped the key card. He pushed the door open and held it for her to walk through.

Looking around, she took in the beautiful, romantic space before them. The room had one wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and the adjacent wall boasted a king-sized bed with a fluffy white down comforter covered in red rose petals. There was a small iPod speaker on the nightstand next to a shallow, silvery glass bowl.

Raelyn chuckled when she saw that the dish was filled with a variety of condoms. She wandered over to the nightstand and picked a few of the packets out of the dish. “Looks like we’re supposed to find out what sensations we like the most.” She smiled back at Quinn who was standing near the foot of the bed. “When did you set this all up?”

“I had help,” he replied. “Brandi, Melanie, and Heather decorated the room. But I,” Quinn walked over to the nightstand next to Raelyn and pushed the button on the iPod that was docked into the speaker, “made the playlist.”

The slow, smooth, familiar tunes played out of the speaker and Raelyn’s face lit up. “Hey, I always said this would be a great song to have sex to.”

“I know,” Quinn nodded, biting his lip shyly. “You mentioned a few, actually. I thought maybe you were hinting at me to take notes. So I did. Literally, I wrote them in a pocket notebook.”

Raelyn’s grin grew wider. “That might be the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” She took both his hands and pulled him close and their lips gravitated toward one another.

They parted for a moment while Quinn glanced toward the large open windows. “Hang on,” he said, and crossed the room to find the remote that controlled the black-out curtains that rolled down from the top of the windows. After a few tries, he found the right buttons to roll the large curtains down, and it suddenly felt as if they were the only two people in the world.

Impatient and needy, she met him at the end of the bed where their bodies crashed together and he kissed her again, slipping histongue between her lips with a groan. She let her hands roam over his shoulders, down his chest and stomach, and back up. Within a minute, their desperate gasps and heavy breaths had returned as they got lost in each other’s touch and scent and tastes and sounds. Still standing, they were grinding against each other, into one another, needy, craving, and possessive.

Raelyn slid her hands beneath the hem of Quinn’s shirt, grasping desperately as she pulled it over his head. She gazed at his bare chest and stomach, eyes hungry as she slowly ran her hands down his body, feeling each warm, rippled muscle beneath her touch.

When Quinn reached behind her for the zipper of her dress, he suddenly slowed. Their lips parted and the tension and heat still buzzed between them, but he made sure to pull the zipper all the way down her back in a measured, deliberate motion. He pushed the sleeves off her shoulders and down her arms, and Raelyn was mesmerized at the sight of him watching her. Undressing her. His eyes were glazed over with desire as he drank her in. Quinn finished pushing the dress down over her hips, letting it pool on the floor at her feet.

Raelyn stood in front of him in her lavender lace bra with her matching boyshort panties. His chest rose and fell steadily as he stared at her, taking in her body before him. She watched as his eyes swept over her from head to toe and back up. His gaze hovered at her chest for a few beats before sliding back up to her face.

The look on Quinn’s face was so much more than lust. Raelyn could see the same longing in his eyes that she felt throughout her entire body. He took a breath in and let it out, long and steady and slow. “Rae…” his voice was barely a whisper, and there was a low, husky quality that she’d never heard from him in the eleven years they’d known each other.

She wanted him to always speak to her like that, like she was the only girl in the world, his everything, his center. And she felt possessive and covetous and greedy with the knowledge that she was the only one who had heard him like this. The only one he’d ever looked at the way he was right now.

Wanting more of this from him, Raelyn reached behind her back and, with surprisingly steady hands, unclasped her bra. She watched as it fell to the floor, then slowly lifted her gaze back up to Quinn’s face from beneath her lashes. His eyes darkened with desire and he bit his lip, as if he could contain the deep, needy growl that escaped him.

He reached his hand out for her, brushing her forearm with his fingertips, “Come here.” Raelyn let him pull her in and close the gap between them. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close, as one hand slid from her hip to her breast. Gently caressing her soft, light skin, he dipped his head low and she met his lips with a slow, deep kiss.

Raelyn’s hands found Quinn’s belt and worked to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip his jeans, and pushed them to the floor. He fumbled just slightly as he stepped out of his shoes, his socks, his pants, then regained himself as he backed her up to the bed. She lay back and grasped at his hands, urging him to fall over her.

With him on top of her, they fell into the new rhythm that they’d learned over the past week. Sliding up further on the bed so her head was resting against the pillows, she felt Quinn’s body press into hers, the weight of him familiar and reassuring. Comforting. It was the first time they’d had so little between them as his hips rocked into her, feeling his hardness rub against the sensitive ache between her thighs.

Dear God,it felt so good. The thin lace of her panties and the cotton of his boxers was all that separated them now. Nearly self-conscious of the moisture accumulating between her legs, she reminded herself that it was a good thing.

It’s the same as him being hard as a rock right now...I’m turned on, this feels good,fuckdoes it feel good, and it’ll make it better for both of us.

Quinn was propped up by his forearms on either side of her, kissing and sucking the skin of her neck, trailing his mouth to her breasts. He teased and traced one nipple with his tongue before covering it with his hot, wet mouth. Raelyn arched her back and moaned at the sensation.

More, she wanted more. Needed more. More touch, more heat, more wet. More of him and his scent and his sounds.Dear god,she wanted him inside her. She had never had such an intense craving. She wanted him to become a part of her.

She felt as his hand slipped down her body, between her breasts, down her stomach, over her navel, and beneath the lace of her panties. There was a moment’s hesitation before he continued lower, before slowly and gently sliding his finger down her center, feeling her wet crease.

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