Page 28 of Hard Hitter

The buzz of a blender came from the kitchen and Raelyn's eyes shot open wide.

Quinn.

She'd let Quinn take her home. And he'd...stayed the night?

Raelyn quickly felt her body over for the absence of clothes. Looking down she saw the scarlet and goldGryffindorlion on her black shirt with the matching red shorts. With a sigh of relief and then a groan she closed her eyes trying to remember what had happened once they'd arrived at her house.

Quinn had practically carried her through her house and to her bedroom and then…

Oh mama.

She'd thrown herself at him. Or...she'd thrown him on herself? Flashes of Quinn's hard, corded muscles rocking over her invaded her mind. She could still hear his primal groans emanating from deep insidehim as he kissed her so fiercely, and his long, full erection pressing into her until she climaxed.

Raelyn let her heartbeat slow before quietly sliding her feet onto the floor, bracing herself for stars as she rolled up out of bed and silently padded across the room to her bathroom, closing the doors behind her. She started at the sight of herself in the mirror. Mascara and eyeliner had smeared under her eyes and her hair was a tangled mess. She sent up a silent prayer that when Quinn had woken up her face had been in the pillow and he'd missed this ungodly sight.

Needing to press refresh on her morning appearance as soon as possible, Raelyn reached into the shower and turned it on, brushing her hair while she waited for the water to heat up. She stripped down and stepped into the shower, standing under the consistent spray of the shower head while trying to remember each and every detail of what had gone on in her bed with the man now apparently making breakfast smoothies in her kitchen.

They'd both been naked. No,hehad been naked. The memory of Quinn's perfectly sculpted, muscular naked body was something she was sure no amount of tequila could make her forget. The sensitive throb between her legs from his hard length grinding into her clit certainly wouldn’t let her forget. She hadn’t had an orgasm like that inmonths. But why hadn't they had sex?

Not able to come up with an explanation after simply standing under the hot water, she proceeded to wash her face, hair, and body, until she felt somewhat alive, though the pounding behind her eyes was still present.

Having dressed and brushed her teeth thoroughly, with her hair still wet but at least combed, she headed out to the kitchen where Quinn had made himself at home. He was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking what looked like a protein shake and reading one of her physical therapy journals. Harry had made himself comfortable at Quinn's feet and it struck Raelyn as funny how perfectly domestic this picture was.

Raelyn took a deep breath before saying, "So...I might need some reminders on what happened last night."

Quinn snapped his attention up to her, a flash of alarm crossing his face, "You don't remember?"

"Oh, I remember some of it...I'm just a little fuzzy on the details," Raelyn said, trying not to feel too embarrassed. "I don't typically drink that much and I’m quickly remembering why that is."

Quinn looked as if he were trying to read her before responding, "Well, you got super horny and insisted on doing anal. It's not usually my thing, but when the princess makes a request, I must oblige." He gave an indifferent shrug.

Raelyn let out a dry laugh and returned his tease, "Um, well, that's a lie, because every time I do anal my breasts swell the next day. It's the weirdest thing." She grabbed her breasts and looked down at them. "They feel normal today, so that can't be true."

Quinn looked as though he were going to say something, but it got lost and instead he just stared with his mouth open.

"I know we didn't have sex, ya dummy," she chortled, walking over to the fridge and opening it to look for some hangover food.

"So...your boobs don't swell when…?" Quinn began, then laughed when Raelyn shot him an incredulous look. "Right, well, I can't put anything past you now, Miss Sexual Liberation- getting liberated two dicks at a time."

Raelyn paused, staring into the fridge as she remembered that topic of conversation. She felt her cheeks color and a slightly embarrassed grin crept across her face, "Right. That."

"I made you a smoothie," said Quinn, getting up from the table and grabbing it off the top shelf of the refrigerator. "It's a miracle cure for hangovers. I didn't know how long you were going to sleep, otherwise I would've made you French toast with sliced strawberries."

"Thank you," Raelyn smiled appreciatively as she took the glass out of his hands. "You remember my favorite breakfast, huh?"

"French toast with butter and a little bit of powdered sugar, topped with sliced strawberries," said Quinn, a slight rose color blossoming in his cheeks. "Your dad made it all the time when I had to...stay over."

Quinn's brown eyes were almost too intense this close, Raelyn found herself having to drop her gaze as she felt the warmth of his words spread through her chest. Those nights he stayed over when they were kids were some of the most fun nights she could remember of her childhood. The blanket forts, movies, and conversations about anything and everything into the early hours. Raelyn's dad loved having Quinn over for family dinners to talk baseball and other "guy stuff" that he didn't typically talk about with his two daughters. Unfortunately the reasons Quinnhadto stay at their house some nights were less than fond pieces of Raelyn's memory.

"Is that why you're back?" Raelyn asked, feeling her brows pull together in concern. "Is it your mom?"

Quinn nodded, looking down at his feet, "Kidney failure."

"She got sober, you know." Raelyn felt like she blurted this out.

"I…How did you know?"

Raelyn bit her lip, not knowing if he'd think she had overstepped, "When you left I stopped and checked on her a few times. I knew you'd be worried she'd overdose or starve or…pass out and drown in her own vomit without you around to take care of her. So I did for a little bit. And continued to every now and then until I met that nurse you'd hired."

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