Page 135 of Hard Hitter

“Red Room?” Quinn repeated, brow furrowed.

“You know, Christian Grey, Fifty Shades...secret sex dungeon?”

The furrow in Quinn’s brow deepened as he stared back with utmost confusion. “If I had a secret sex dungeon, wouldn’t it be in the basement?”

Raelyn shook her head.TheOChe understood, but this reference was clearly lost on him. “Never mind. Dungeon or not, I assume this is the place you plan on giving me back-to-back orgasms until I pass out.”

Pulling her into the room which was obviously his bedroom, his eyebrow twitched up and a mischievous grin crossed his lips. “Is that what you think?” Quinn released her hands, slipped behind her, and she heard the quiet latch of the door closing.

“Been thinking about it a lot, actually,” Raelyn admitted, eyes sweeping the room. His California King bed ran parallel to a wall that was entirely made up of a large window. The beach and ocean view beyond were stunning, and she found herself mesmerized by the flashes of moonlight reflected in the restless waves.

There had barely been any time for intimacy or affection throughout the day, but Raelyn had begun to wonder at the game if it wasintentional. If he was holding back on purpose. Perhaps he was still hurt. Or perhaps he was working on keeping himself composed in front of everyone- his coach, his team, and nowhernew employers.

Hands, warm and large and familiar, found her waist as Quinn pressed himself against her from behind. Sliding them down to her hips, he tightened his grip and pulled her toward him, her ass to his crotch, and she could feel him again through the fabric of their clothes just as she had on the baseball field that morning. He’d kissed her then, but it hadn’t been the full, deep kiss she’d been anticipating that would leave her breathless. Her heart rate had picked up at the feel of his lips on hers, but...then he stopped. And that was it. Quinn had never left herwantinglike that. Feeling like she didn’t get everything she’d asked for and then some.

His lips trailed along her neck as he held her hips in place so that she felt the full length of him.God, he was fucking solid.Her heart was racing with anticipation and her head lulled back, leaning into him. She had no idea what to expect from him tonight, but the tension and energy between them was suddenly a physical presence in the room.

“Know what I’ve been thinking about a lot?” Quinn murmured into her skin. Her nipples went taut at the low, gravelly tone of his voice, and he continued before giving her a chance to respond, “I’ve been thinking...about how hard and ready I was for you Thursday night. How much we needed to get a little loud...a little wild…” he bit just behind her ear, his teeth stinging just enough to make Raelyn gasp, “maybe a little rough.”

Quinn slid his hands back up her body, pushing her arms up so that he could peel her shirt off in one quick motion. He felt his way back down slowly, grasping and massaging her breasts through her bra before continuing downward. Fingers catching on the waistband of her skort, he stripped it off her legs and came around to stand in front of her. She was on display, and he was still fully clothed. She would have felt exposed, but she yearned for the hungry look on his face as he swept his gaze across her body.

His eyes were afire with something far deeper than lust, but when Raelyn tried to pull his shirt up and over him, he grabbed her hands and held them back at her sides. She looked up into his face, searching.

“You left me needing you so bad the other night, baby,” he said, brushing a hand back through her hair and holding it, “and then I find out it’s because you doubted me.”

The swell of Raelyn’s chest rising and falling was noticeable as she realized how hard she was breathing already. Anticipation and need coursed through her entire body. She was hanging on his every word, wanting his thoughts, and needing to make his lingering hurt vanish. When he looked like this,soundedlike this,damn,he was intoxicating.

“I told you I love you, Rae. And I meant it,” said Quinn. “I thought you knew that.”

“I do,” her voice was barely a whisper. She licked her lips.

He paused, his gaze sliding from her mouth to her eyes. “Do you?”

“Yes,” Raelyn breathed. Quinn tightened his grip in her hair and dipped his head so that his lips were nearly touching hers. She just wanted to feel his mouth on hers, taste him, get lost in him. The warmth of his breath covered her lips, but he wouldn’t close the gap. He was teasing. Withholding what he knew she wanted. She swallowed, eyes fixed on his mouth. “Yes, Quinn.”

The satisfied smirk tugged up the corner of his lips again as he rasped, “That’s my girl.” His mouth came over hers, hard and demanding as he kept his possessive hold of her head through her hair.

Raelyn tangled her fingers in his shirt, pulling him close, but it still wasn’t close enough. She wanted his body on hers, his skin against her skin, andGod, she wanted to feel him moving inside her. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she let out a needy groan, moving her hips into his. The feel of her thin cotton panties against the fabric of his athletic pants made her crave more. She craved the feel of him, his skin, his cock, hard and ready to plunge into her.

Without thought, her hands moved to the waistband of his pants to move them down, but again, he stopped her. Quinn held her hands in his and Raelyn let out a whimper. “Quinn, please… I need you.”

“Not yet,” he replied in a thick whisper. “Do you trust me?”

Raelyn blinked up to Quinn’s eyes. “Yes. More than anything.” It occurred to her then when he grinned in response that this was the fantasy he’d been referring to earlier. The one he wouldn’t go into detail about at the stadium. And she wondered if his careful, calculated distance all day was part of it.

“Lie back on the bed,” Quinn said, nodding behind him toward the large, perfectly made platform bed.

Raelyn obeyed, lying back into the pillows at the head of the bed, and waited for more instructions. Every nerve in her body was hovering on the edge, waiting for what was coming. She found that she was still in awe of how easily Quinn could go from calm, easy-going lover to Alpha-dog Sex God and never skip a beat. She watched as he stepped closer toward the bed, his eyes surveying her nearly-naked body, making goosebumps appear all over her skin. He pulled out the drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a silky black rope.

Her heart jumped into action at the sight of the rope, and she let out a gasp before her eyes narrowed at him.

Holding up a hand as he read her expression, he explained, “I’ve actually never done this before. It always sounded like a good idea, but...I wouldn’t ask someone to trust me with it if I knew I couldn’t do the same.” Quinn then climbed onto the bed, straddling Raelyn. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. “Arms up, baby.”

Heart pounding in her chest, she let her arms float up over her head so that she could grasp the spindles of the headboard. Quinn proceeded to wrap the rope around her wrists, through the spindles, and back around several times before securing it with an intricate knot.

“That okay?” he asked. “Does it...does it feel okay?”

Raelyn couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her chest at his look of genuine concern but prepared herself for the drastic transformation back into alpha-dog once she assured him the rope wasn’t too tight. And then the warmth was spreading elsewhere. The yearning, pleasant ache between her thighs was like a reflex when Quinnlooked at her with his cocky one-dimpled grin, as was the involuntary thrust of her hips.

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