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Quinn grasped a handful of her hair as she took him deep again touching the back of her mouth into her throat, and back up to lick around the tip before taking him fully again. Groaning, muscles in his stomach and thighs flexing, his breath became louder, more ragged.

“Fuck, baby that mouth feels so good.” He leaned back, chest heaving slowly as he tried to keep control. “Dammit, Rae, what are you trying to do to me?Fuck…”

Just when he thought he was going to lose control, Rae sat up, still holding the base of his throbbing cock in her hand. He was aching so badly for release but needed to see her let loose on top of him, go wild and take what she needed from him first.

Quinn reached for his pants on the floor and hastily pulled a condom out of the pocket. Preparing to open it and roll it on himself, Rae snatched it out of his hands and slowly tore the package open with her teeth, keeping intense, heated eye contact with him. He watched as she slowly rolled it down his length, then leaned over him, kissing between his jaw and his ear.

“You taste so good, Quinn,” she whispered, pressing another kiss to his now sweaty skin. He groaned at her words, and outright growled as she slid herself down onto him.

“You can taste me any time,” he groaned, grasping her hips and helping her move up and down on his dick. “I fucking promise there’s never a wrong time to have your mouth on me.”

She grinned playfully. “What if you’re up to bat and I want to taste you then?”

“I’ll fake an injury...the team can manage without me.”

Her mouth came over his again, her body moved with his, their skin sliding against each other, so in tune, such a perfect fit, and he was already close. He watched as her pace quickened, her eyes closed, head lulled back, mouth open with silent pleas and cries of pleasure.

“Yes, baby...fuck,” Quinn gritted out, thrusting up and into her. “Use this cock, baby...take what you need from me.” He slid his hands intoher hair and guided her to him, needing her mouth, her lips. He wanted to feel her cries and moans vibrate into him, take them as his own.

“Oh God,”she moaned. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and felt instantly when she got there. Rae gasped and rode him harder, riding out the pleasure, letting her pussy squeeze tight around him, daring him to stay together.

Quinn gripped her hips tight, turning needy and selfish as he finally took his release from her. Fewer than ten strokes into her wet, squeezing sex and he was shaking, sputtering out a guttural groan of sounds and curses and praises to some deity. Rae collapsed on top of him, her hot breath blowing against his neck, and he wrapped both arms around her, wanting to hold her like this all night. Chest-to-chest, her lips on his neck, sleepy and satisfied.

Fingers tangling into her hair, Quinn closed his eyes and let his breathing come down. Things were so perfect. Everything was perfect. Was it too soon for the types of feelings welling up inside him? They’d been there to some degree for ages, but having her, holding her...they were so much more concrete. Clear and startling and true.

I love her.

I am absolutely, irrefutably hers, and I love her.

Chapter 18

2007

The night of homecoming had been a complete disaster. It turned out that Britney hadnotforgotten that she'd come with a date andhadin fact noticed that he'd ditched her at some point in the evening. Even though she ended the night hooking up with a sophomore in the back of his F-150 in the parking lot, she had still taken it upon herself to spread rumors about Quinn throughout the school. He wondered how it did anything to benefit her reputation for everyone to know that she'd given him a blow job and then been ditched, but apparently Quinn's treatment of girls was a far more interesting topic to Traverse City West's gossip network.

As if the colorfully evolving rumors about Quinn being an ungrateful oral sex recipient and womanizer weren't enough, he also had to deal with the second-most talked about topic: TC West's newest power couple, Raelyn DeRose and Liam Hamilton. The buzz of their budding relationship had reached Quinn's ears just in time to see the two of them making out at Rae's locker that Monday morning after the homecoming dance. There wasn't much he could do to avoid it, as their lockers were assigned alphabetically andDeRosewas only nine lockers down fromCasey.

Football practices had also been hell, having to put up with Liam as a teammate and listen to him talk about spending the weekends with Rae. Chris and Jett had the habit of looking up at Quinn every timeLiam mentioned her. He wasn't sure if they were simply showing their support or if they were trying to gauge how long until Quinn snapped and punched the guy in the face. The practices themselves and the locker room talk weren't nearly as bad as walking out after practice where he had to witness Liam and Rae locking lips up against her Beamer or his Audi. Quinn had been catching rides with Chris and Jett after practices instead and avoiding Rae as much as possible during the days. Liam wasalwayswith her and couldn't possibly keep his hands or face to himself.

It took about two weeks for the rumors to die down, and the judgmental stare-downs he'd been receiving from several of his female classmates had somehow turned into looks of curious interest or flirtation. This made no sense to Quinn, of course, but he'd take it over the glares and scoffs he'd been getting every time he dared to look at a girl.

It was Friday afternoon and Quinn was aggressively shoving his books in his locker after sixth period, mentally preparing himself for their home game that evening when a smooth, silvery voice met his ears.

"Is it true that you fucked Britney Garrett from behind, only turning her around in time to blow your load in her face?" Alaina Costello was leaning up against the locker next to him with a playful expression that showed she clearly did not believe the rumor.

"Is that what people are saying now?" Quinn asked. He wondered where his classmates came up with this shit.

"Well, I heard it in the locker room after gym class," Alaina replied with a shrug.

Surprised to feel a smirk tug up the corner of his mouth, he returned the flirtatious banter, "Well, then itmustbe true. Everyone knows locker room talk is practically gospel, kinda like anything you read on the internet."

"Etched in stone," Alaina nodded, biting back her smile slightly.

Quinn grabbed his backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and shut his locker. Alaina fell into step beside him as he walked down the hall. "So, you're approaching me because you're into that kind of thing and wondering how much I charge?"

Alaina laughed, "Ew, no! And don't go saying that so loud. The way rumors circulate around this place, who knows what kind of freaks I'll be dealing with next week."

"I know what you mean," Quinn chuckled. "I swear, the weirder these rumors get, the more girls I have giving me attention. As a girl, can you offer any possible explanation for that?"

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