Page 84 of Hard Hitter

"Oh God, Rae," Quinn groaned. "I don't think my cock has ever been so hard."

"C'est si bon,Quinn!" She couldn't believe how good he felt. And he was right. He was so hard,oh my God, he was hard.

There was a crack. The bed was shaking like crazy, and then there was a definite sound of wood splintering.

Quinn's pace was wild and frantic. He was about to come. She could hear it in his ragged breath. The sweat of him rolled onto her with each hard thrust.

A sudden gasp, followed by a growl and a groan of release, "Oh...fuck...yes…" He drew out each word. Raelyn felt Quinn come, holding her against him, still pumping as he emptied himself inside her. Just when Raelyn thought he was done, he gave one more strong thrust, sending himself deep inside her, putting her so suddenly over the edge.

She gasped and sputtered and moaned as she came for the sixth time that night. Her legs were Jell-O. She would be shocked if she could walk normally the next day. She shook and shivered and shoved her hips and ass back into him as she came.

Together, they let out a sigh and leaned forward onto the headboard. The bed gave a loud creak and a snap as it tipped to one corner. Quinn grabbed her and held her as the bed frame cracked and lost balance. It may not have been in splinters, but the bed was certainly broken.

Collapsing backwards onto Quinn and the mattress, Raelyn let out a breathy laugh, “You owe me a new bed frame.”

Quinn sighed heavily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. He pressed his lips to hers. “I’ve got a really sturdy one back in L.A.”

Chapter 24

Monday morning after Quinn’s physical therapy session with Rae, where she’d given him a sling to wear as a reminder to not overuse his arm, he drove to his mom’s house. This had been his routine the past few Mondays, and he was surprised to find himself looking forward to these visits.

The nurse, Sandra, was there when he arrived, and his mother was lying down on the couch looking worse than the last time he’d seen her.

“Everything okay?” Quinn asked, brow furrowed in concern as he entered the living room.

“Dialysis was rough yesterday,” Sandra explained. “It takes a lot out of her anyway, but as the disease progresses, her body struggles more and more to recover.”

“What can I do?” Quinn sat on the edge of the couch next to his mom who looked pale and exhausted.

Molly placed a shaky hand on his arm and forced a tight smile, “Just having you here is enough.” Speaking alone seemed to wear her out. She breathed in and out in raspy, heavy breaths. “What have you and…” breath in, breath out, “…Rae been...up to?”

Quinn was focused on how labored her breathing and speaking was. Molly’s eyes fluttered shut, but he could tell she was still listening, so he responded, “Well, there was some excitement over the weekend. I had the displeasure of meeting her ex-fiancé.”

“Ex-fiancé?” Molly asked. “When were...you two not...together?”

“Mom, I’ve told you about this. We were friends growing up, nothing more.” Quinn explained. His mom made a face that showed she didnot believe this one bit. “I wanted to be, but it never happened. Then we were apart while she went to school and started her career, and I started mine. And now we’re together.”

“Hmph.” Molly slumped deeper into the throw pillow. “Did you…hit him?”

Quinn stifled a laugh and peered at his mom through curious, narrowed eyes. “Why would you think I’d hit him?”

She let out a harsh breath that was likely meant to be a laugh. “Oh, Quinn…Just because...I didn’t go...to all those...meetings...doesn’t mean...I didn’t get my...messages.”

"From the school?" he asked, wondering why she had never said anything to him about them. Molly nodded in response.

"I went to...one meeting. Third grade, I think," Molly wheezed.

Quinn didn't want her over-exerting herself but enjoyed hearing stories of his childhood from her perspective. It had been frustrating at first. He went back and forth between being angry that she hadn’t said anything at the time and being oddly comforted knowing that she had at least paid some attention to the goings-on in his life. The more she spoke about these things, the more he remembered the rare occasions that they had actually spoken and interacted. It was still far from a normal mother-son relationship, but it made him feel like his youth was a little less tragic.

"There were two...boys involved," she continued, "and Raelyn. You two had just...become friends that summer."

"That seems to be the theme," Quinn sighed. "I swear, she hasn't been at the center ofallmy fights."

"From what I...understood, she...had thrown a...punch, too."

Quinn scrunched his brow, searching for the memory. This must have been the first fight he'd gotten in that involved Rae.How many had there been? How many more would there be?

"The boys had picked...on you for your...hair, I think."

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