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Keeping one hand in her hair, the other dropped to the base of his cock, holding it steady while she sucked him in and out. “Rae…” Quinn rasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.” He pumped quick strokes down part of his length and pulled himself back and out of her mouth as he came hard. Stroking himself through his release, his hot, white cum squirted on her lips, her neck, her collar bone, her tits. His lips pressed together hard as he tried to keep the animalistic sounds inside as he finished. He rested his head back on the shower wall, his breaths escaping long and shuddering. Now he was the one with shaky legs.
His chest heaved with a heavy sigh and he glanced back down at Rae. Still on her knees, she peered up at him from under long lashes. She swiped her finger across her bottom lip where he’d come and, without breaking eye contact, licked it off.
Fuck, that was hot.
“Teenage me never came on you,” Quinn confessed through heaving breaths, as he watched her clean herself off under the spray of the hot water, “but if you’re not mad, I don’t regret it.”
Rae didn’t say anything, but she raised an eyebrow, then dropped her gaze from his face to where he was still erect and pulsing. Before he could see it coming, she wrapped her mouth back around it and sucked him in one more time. Quinn groaned and dropped to his knees in front of her. Rae slid her hands behind his head and pushed her fingers through his hair, pulling his lips to hers.
“I’m not mad,” Rae said, between kisses. “I liked it. I felt like you were staking your claim.”
“I thought I’d already done that,” said Quinn, touching his forehead to hers, eyes trained on her pink lips.
“Never stop,” Rae breathed. Quinn met her bright blue eyes and smiled. Pressing his lips to hers again as the hot spray from the showerhead came over both of them, he knew he never would.
Chapter 30
The days following the breaking news of Quinn and Raelyn’s relationship had been a crazy whirlwind of phone calls, new privacy arrangements and dodging the press. Raelyn had taken a few days off work so that she could adjust to the new media attention and find a way to do her job without disrupting the practice or the patients. Alexis called her several times over the weekend to warn her about the sudden increase in appointment requests. There were other physical therapists at her office, but all of these new patients seemed to be requesting Dr. DeRose. Alexis had expressed her concern that these were reporters or photographers hoping to get a chance to speak with Quinn’s new girl directly. Grateful that her secretary had seen the ruse these people were trying to pull, she told Alexis to simply let anyone who called know that she would not be seeing any new patients at this time.
They were still staying with her parents. Raelyn was itching to get back into her own house, but Quinn insisted they wait until the excitement over their relationship faded, not wanting too many reporters and paparazzi to be able to bother her at home. He assured her they would find someone new and more scandalous to follow around soon enough, and then they would be able to live more normally again. There would probably still be a few cameras to dodge here and there, but the crowds would eventually diffuse. They would be safe to drive their own vehicles rather than take her parents’ chauffeurs everywhere, and she would be able to go get groceries or go to the gym without a hat and sunglasses.
New articles and photos of them continued to pop up daily. Most recently was a story with several photos from the wedding- photos of Raelyn andEmerson-ugh!They had been photographed in the moments before the bridal party had entered the reception, in that rare occurrence of Emerson being relatively bearable. There was a photograph of them laughing together, another of him with his eyes focused on her while she looked into her champagne glass, and one in which he appeared to have his arm around her, but Raelyn knew he was just setting his own champagne glass on the bar behind her.
Predictably, Quinn was displeased. He knew the photos just looked bad, and the implication that she was using or playing him was complete crap, but Raelyn had caught him studying the photos on more than one occasion. She had taken the iPad away from him and managed to distract him in the best way she knew how- They’d had quiet sex in her walk-in closet- or they’d tried their best to be quiet at least- and he hadn’t mentioned or looked at the photos since.
While she was feeling a little cabin fever-ish, she knew Harry was certainly not complaining about the recent changes. With both Quinn and Raelyn being home all the time, he’d gotten two long runs each day, in the morning and evening. During the day, Harry could be found poolside, beneath an umbrella or shading himself in the many grape vines beyond the backyard.
It was Thursday evening and Raelyn had just gotten out of the shower after a long run with Quinn and Harry. Having to shower separately and keep their clothes on more frequently was an adjustment, and another reason she couldn’t wait to get back into her own home. They had gotten better at having quiet sex, but she was ready to get home and have Quinn throw her on her back and go crazy with it.
Wrapped in a towel, she slipped across the hall and into her bedroom where Quinn was on the phone, head leaning back on the headboard. It appeared he had taken advantage of the fact that there were multiple bathrooms with showers in the large house and was already clean and back in a pair of vintage-wash blue jeans.
“...okay, room four-oh-two?” His eyes flew up to Raelyn as she entered and lowered his voice into the phone, “Okay, yeah I’ll be there. I gotta go.” He quickly pulled the phone from his ear, pressed the red button to end the call and tossed the phone on the bed, face down.
Leaning back against the door as she closed it all the way, she flipped the lock then swept over to the bed. Raelyn climbed onto the mattress and straddled his lap, letting the towel fall. She kissed him deeply. His hands like magnets found her hips and slid their way up to hold her breasts. The groan rumbled through his mouth and into hers, sending a warm and needy sensation between her thighs.
“Who was that on the phone?” Raelyn asked, slipping her hands beneath his light cotton t-shirt, splaying them on his unbelievably hard, broad chest.
Quinn spoke around their kisses, never fully parting his lips from hers, “Jett is picking me up later.” His lips traced her jaw. “People are snooping around my mom’s house.” His tongue slid down her neck and across her collar bone. “Want to make sure everything’s okay there.” Raelyn pressed into his mouth as he sucked at her skin. “Then checking out a new hotel room...We booked a few so they don’t know where to find us...But now we can have somewhere...we don’t have to hold back.” At this, he dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Raelyn’s neck arched back as she muffled her own cry of pleasure and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “But I still can’t go home yet?”
“I know, babe, I know.” Quinn maneuvered her onto her back, holding himself above her now. “I was looking forward to moving in, too.” He started back in, licking and sucking at her nipple while toying with the other between his fingers. “We were going to break that place in. Leave no surface untouched.”
“I think we have a pretty good head start on that.” The last words came out as a small moan, curving her spine away from the mattress when Quinn scraped his teeth gently across her nipple. “Ugh, Quinn, why did you put clothes back on?”
“So I can watch you take them off.” Quinn’s smile pressed into her soft skin and she lifted his shirt up and over his head.
The ding and vibration of a phone sounded from beneath her, and Quinn slipped his hand under her back to retrieve it. Lifting his head up, he glanced at the phone. His brows pulled together and he sat up with an aggravated groan. “Shit…” Quinn sighed. “I have to call my agent.”
“Right now?” Raelyn asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
“I’m sorry,ma chouette,” said Quinn, leaning forward for a quick kiss.
Raelyn’s eyebrows scrunched, confused.“Chouette?Are you sure that’s what you meant?”
“That’s ‘my darling’, right?” Quinn asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, glancing away from his phone.
“Uh, no,” Raelyn giggled. “You’re looking forma chérie.”
