Page 99 of Hard Hitter

Quinn’s shuddering breath as he stared back into her eyes told her all she needed to know about how this made him feel. She liked when he took control and knew that he felt like it slipped away at times. Raelyn had racked her brain for a way to let him know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that shewantedhim. Wanted to be with him, and only him. His reaction to her little gift was exactly what she had hoped it would be.

The dark, seductive gleam in his eyes threatened to make Raelyn come undone. “Is it pretty intense?” he asked.

“Haven’t tried it yet,” Raelyn shrugged.

Almost immediately, Quinn pressed the button. Raelyn was grateful that the vibration was almost completely silent but was not prepared for the intensity of the sensation. She gave a surprised “Oh!” and placed a hand on Quinn’s shoulder. He turned it off, smirking. “Oh yeah, I can feel that.”

“This is gonna be fun.”

Raelyn held up a finger, pointing, “With great power comes great responsibility. Do not abuse it.”

On anyone else, the mischievous grin Quinn displayed would have made her nervous, but on him she had to stifle a whimper, biting her lip. He leaned in and hovered his lips over the space between her ear and neck for a beat before whispering, "I wouldn't dare."

The thirty-five minute drive to Chateau Delacroix, also known as Raelyn's family's winery, was spent with sparkling banter and teasingabout the night ahead. Quinn seemed ecstatic that Raelyn had given him, quite literally, the key to her pleasure, and had joked that he was going to put it on high and watch her orgasm at the head table from where he sat in the dining area. However, when Raelyn pointed out that he would then be allowing everyone to know exactly how she looks and sounds in the midst of climax, he quickly changed his mind. Those sights and sounds were for him alone, she knew.

The chateau had a long, twisting drive, and overlooked a large garden, with the vineyard beyond. Finding a parking spot, Quinn gaped at the massive structure before them. It was built to resemble a fifteenth-century French chateau, with a large stone frame, tall, decorative chimneys, enormous arches, steeply pitched roofs with elaborate dormers, and several angled towers. It looked somewhere between a medieval fortress and Sleeping Beauty's castle.

"Okay, Rae," said Quinn, still staring. "Your family owns anactualcastle. I might have to call you Princess just one more time."

"It’s a chateau, not acastle," Raelyn said. "Queens and kings and princes and princesses live in castles. Chateaus are for high-born Lords and Ladies."

"In that case, shall we go,My Lady?" Quinn replied with a sideways glance to Raelyn.

Knowing she could drive him wild with this one, she leaned across, lightly placing a hand on his upper thigh as she put her lips to his jaw, "Yes,My Lord."

His answering growl melted into a groan, "Save that one for later."

The wedding rehearsal was being held in the back garden, and the dinner would be served on the patio beneath the tall, domed stone covering. There was hardly any need for decorations with the flowers in full bloom and the large fountain with its intricately carved architecture. At this time of day, the sun was still bright, but beginning to sink in the sky, and the air was warm.

After mingling and casual introductions between family members, Amira rounded up the bridesmaids and began giving instructions,talking over her wedding planner, about where the girls were to line up, how slow they were to walk, where they would link up with their groomsman, and precisely where to stand. When Brody and the guys finally found their way over, most with drinks in hand, Amira and the wedding planner repeated the instructions.

It was less seeing than sensing Emerson's presence when he stood behind her when they lined up in order. Raelyn could practically feel his steely gaze on her back. And probably her ass. She craned her neck to look around for Quinn who had been intercepted earlier by one of Brody's family members who was eager to ask hundreds of baseball questions. She had barely peered over her shoulder when she felt the gentle pulse of the vibrator against her clit. It was a burst of pleasure, gone as quickly as it came. Her muscles tensed as she gasped, then bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her amusement at this little secret that only she and Quinn were sharing.

In the white garden chairs set up in front of the fountain, she spotted Quinn surrounded by a cluster of mostly red-haired and black-haired guests. There was a boy with red hair as flaming bright as Brody's who looked to be about eighteen, and another Indian boy near the same age, who seemed absolutely awe-struck to be sitting next to the Major League All-Star. She made eye contact with Quinn and couldn't help reflecting his own wicked grin back to him.

Emerson's deep voice felt too close to her ear as he said, "Lookin' good, Rae."

She didn't bother to turn around, keeping her eyes on Quinn when she gave a confident, "I know” in response.

Another shot of quick pleasure shivered through her.

She smiled and shook her head at him.I know, I know, I'm yours.

The wedding planner called out over the lined-up bridal party, "Okay, we're getting ready to head down the aisle!"

Raelyn looped her arm through Brody's older brother, James's arm. He looked very similar to Brody, except while Brody was lanky, clean-shaven, and a little bit nerdy, James was more broad and had a short red beard. He gave off a vibe that he knew how to do more with his handsthan type, sign, and fill out legal documents. James pulled Raelyn's arm toward him slightly, anchoring and stabilizing their connection more than anything else.

Two short buzzes.

She involuntarily squeezed James's arm with her elbow as the vibrations rippled into her and let out the smallest whimper.

James glanced down at her curiously. "You okay?"

Keeping her mouth pressed shut, she gave a nod. "Mhmm." She was certain that if she opened her mouth she would laugh. This feeling was increased when she chanced a glance up at Quinn who was now attempting to hide his own laugh. He was having too much fun already and the evening had barely even started.

Music began to play, and the first pair started their way down the aisle, through the chairs and separated at the end near the fountain. The rest followed suit, and once Raelyn and James were passing the row where Quinn was seated, she braced herself for it, and...there it is.

A longer, steady vibration sent a thrilling shudder down her spine as the familiar warm, needy feeling pulsed between her legs. She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to hide anything that would give her away. James seemed to notice when her grip tightened on his arm again, this time actually grasping his forearm. He was getting suspicious, she could tell. He'd probably have it figured out by the end of the night.

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