Page 44 of Hard Hitter

Raelyn screamed again, body flushed, tight, wet, and squeezing his cock hard and he came with her.

“Ohfuck, Rae...fuck me, oh God, I’m coming,” Quinn groaned, thrusting in quick, impatient jabs as he came.

Quinn’s breath came out shuddering, his body shaking, muscles rippling and gorgeous. He buried his face in Raelyn’s neck, still groaning, emptying himself in a fervent rush. His mouth pressed soft kisses against her skin, and he tried to catch his breath, collapsing on top of her.

After a few moments of nothing but their breathing filling the room, he pushed himself up to look at her again. His eyes were glazed, chest still slowly heaving. He pressed his forehead to hers and kissed her nose sweetly. "Mother. Of. Fuck…” he panted. “That was worth the wait."

Raelyn smiled as she sighed, "I guess this means you win." Quinn looked at her, curious. "I officially have to call you King Amazeballs."

A breathless laugh emanated from him, and Raelyn briefly saw the joyful, triumphant smile that lit up Quinn's face before he collapsed on top of her again.

Chapter 15

There were absolutely no accurate words that came to mind to describe how gloriously perfect that night was. Quinn was elated that he’d managed to pull off what might go down in history as the best first date ever. No number of one-night stands or meaningless lovers could have prepared him for what had happened in that fort. The high he thought he’d been getting from those countless other women couldn’t begin to touch what he felt with Rae.

After chugging a tall glass of water or three from the kitchen, Quinn and Rae had come back down to the fort to lay in each other’s arms, restarting and actually watchingThe Sandlot. At least until Squints tricked Wendy Peffercorn into giving him mouth to mouth and Rae’s hands started to roam his body again. Their second round of love-making had put Quinn to sleep almost instantly, with his arms wrapped around Rae and holding her all night.

The following morning, they couldn’t seem to keep their hands to themselves. In bed. In the shower. At the breakfast table. Quinn declared there should be a rule against all clothes when they were together.

"Do you have anything to change into?" Rae asked from beneath him on the couch.

"In a bag in the Bronco," Quinn said, trailing his mouth over that birthmark on her hip he'd noticed the other night.

"Seems like a good place for it." Rae ran her fingers through Quinn's hair and massaged his scalp. “You know, I’ve always loved how untamed your hair is.”

“I love how untamed your hair is after I throw you on your back and take you for a ride.” Quinn noted her quick intake of breath and grinned. “I also love how you’re still surprised when I say dirty things to you.”

Rae bit her lip. "I guess I just really like how it sounds coming out of your mouth."

“Don't get me started on how much I like the sounds that come out of your mouth.” Quinn kissed and nibbled at Rae’s hip some more. He raised his voice to imitate hers, "Faster, Quinn...please, Quinn."

The fingers in his hair tightened their grip and pulled as Rae giggled, "Stop, you're making me blush."

He laughed into her stomach and continued his exploration of her body with his mouth. Silence stretched out for a few beats as they lay together like this. Then suddenly Rae said, “When are you going to see your mother again?”

Quinn paused, mouth hovering over soft skin. He looked up. “Why?”

A look of apprehension flitted across her face, but she regained her composure. “You wanted me to go with you...it’s Sunday, and I can’t go during the work week.”

The thought that he'd have to go back eventually was constantly at the back of his mind, but this last week he'd been so consumed with seeing Rae again and his chance to finally get it right this time around. Now that he'd at least had last night, he supposed it was time to try visiting his mom again.

For the first time in several hours he felt tense. Quinn’s jaw clenched at the memory of the scene that had unfolded at his old house almost a week ago. How was he supposed to just show up after that? Then again, how had his mom expected him to react? She hadn’t seemed surprised in the least. She hadn’t argued with him or tried to defend herself. She simply let him rant until there was nothing left for him to say. This time he would have Rae with him and he knew that would make a world of difference.

“Yeah, we can go today,” Quinn sighed. “But since you’re the one who’s making us put clothes on, I get to decide what we do later when we take them back off.”

"Ready?" Rae asked as she parked her Jeep on the street in front of the blue bungalow.

Quinn peered through the car window at the old house that would now look inviting to anyone else who passed it on the street. To him, however, it still held all those nightmarish memories. The soft warmth of Rae's hand over his made him take a deep breath and look away. He looked down at their hands and back at her and gave her a nod. She held his hand on the way up the walkway and as they stood on the porch. Quinn glanced down at Rae while he stood in front of the door and she gave him an encouraging smile. It was all he needed. With a deep breath in and out, he knocked on the door.

After a few heartbeats the door opened, and Quinn's mom stood in the doorway. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her son, only briefly flitting to Rae on his arm before her face broke into a teary smile.

"I came back," Quinn said.

"I thought you probably would," she replied as she gave a half-hearted smile.

Quinn tensed, jaw clenching, squeezing Rae’s hand tight in his own. His mother just assumed he was going to be a good boy and come back for her. How did she have that right? Rae seemed to sense his tension- or had she simply heard the hot breath he let out of his flared nostrils?- and placed her other hand on his forearm, shifting her body toward his.

Molly Casey was a tall, thin woman who had the appearance of someone who was likely very pretty before various forms of abuse. When he was little, Quinn remembered thinking that she looked far younger than his friends’ moms. She had even been mistaken as anolder sister or an aunt on the few occasions that they had actually gone out together, usually for groceries.

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