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“Okay, I don’t know where this bullshit about me being a virgin started, but you guys all know I have sex,” Jett snapped, angling his beer toward them. “As a matter of fact, I hooked up with a woman less than a week ago, thank you.”

“Sure you did, Flower,” Rae said with a wink. She turned and grabbed a bottle of tanning lotion out of her bag and started lathering it all over her arms and chest, working her way down to her- yes, we’ve already established this - notably stunning legs.

Quinn was reminded then of a memory much like this one, only he’d been seventeen, nearly eighteen, and had teenage boy hormones running rampant throughout his body.

It was the first time he’d ever felt like he was actually going to make a move on his best friend before he was swiftly interrupted.

The fact that he was now twenty-nine should have meant that he’d have better control over his impulses, but he just knew if she were to ask for his help rubbing the lotion into her back, he’d likely be even more of a horny, dick-brained mess than he’d been all those years ago.

He barely had time to complete that particular train of thought when Rae passed him the bottle of coconut-scented lotion, “Could you get my back?”

He had no choice but to nod and take the bottle of lotion from her. He spread his legs and patted the space on the towel between them, “Your throne, Princess. I am but a lowly servant.”

Shaking her head with a sigh, “I’m going to have to come up with a new consequence for that game I won forever ago. Clearly you’re never going to stop calling me that.”

“I lost on purpose, Rae. Now that you know that I think I need to call you Princess to make up for lost time,” said Quinn, as Rae settled herself between his legs with her back to him.

He swallowed hard again, taking in the sight of her sleek, toned muscles, the dimples on the small of her back, and the amount of asscheek visible with her cinched bikini bottoms. His cock began to stiffen as Rae lifted her hair up, piling it into a messy bun on top of her head and tying it up with a scrunchie.

Her back bowed slightly with the motion and his pulse kicked up a notch. Yeah...I’m fucked.

With tanning lotion on his left palm, he realized he would have to awkwardly bend his right arm with the splint to be able to feel her with both hands.

It was worth it. If he was reliving this fantasy, he was going to rub her down with both hands.

He wanted to feel her soft, warm skin as much as possible.

He massaged the lotion into her shoulders, then smoothed his way down.

Mischief tugged at his lips when he imagined untying the back of her swimsuit top accidentally-on-purpose.

Maybe if it was just him here he would tease and pretend to do it, but he couldn’t see that going well with the other guys watching.

Now onto her lower back he pressed each thumb on either side of her spine and massaged outward.

Rae’s back arched and he repeated the motion.

A pleasured moan escaped Rae’s mouth and Quinn could have fallen to pieces. Just that one little sound from her and he was done. He had to hear that again.

Rae had gone suddenly still. Quinn could feel the tension in her muscles as she paused, breathing halted. He would’ve given anything to see her face. To try and get an idea of what she was thinking.

“You okay?” Quinn asked, voice low.

A nervous laugh brought on an exhale and her body relaxed slightly under his touch. “Sorry, this is the closest I’ve gotten to sex in a while. I forgot what a man’s hands felt like.”

“I didn’t mind,” Quinn replied, smiling. His heart leapt at the thought that she hadn’t been with another guy recently. Of course, based on what Chris and Jett were saying about her sex life, teasing or not, he was curious, “What’s...a while? ”

She laughed nervously again, “Well, let’s just say that walking in on the man you think you’re going to be with forever while he’s balls deep inside another woman is sort of a headshot to the confidence. And self-esteem. And the will to even have a sex life.”

Quinn’s hands stopped, simply resting on her waist as her words sunk in. “But didn’t that happen like…?”

“About fourteen months ago? Yeah,” Rae said, and he could hear the tightness in her voice that clearly stated her discomfort with the topic.

“Oh…” Quinn was at a loss for words. He suddenly felt even more sleazy having just hooked up with some random woman whose name he couldn’t remember less than a week ago!

He also felt the urge to knock Rae’s ex-fiance in the jaw for making her question herself.

The girl was a twelve out of ten, easily.

For someone to be able to destroy her confidence. ..it didn’t sit well with Quinn.

Sensing the need for a lighter mood Rae joked, “So just keep doing your thing. Just be aware I’m like a land mine. I guess if I go off, that’s just a bonus for both of us.”

“You’re saying you might have an orgasm from just this?” Quinn asked, kneading his hands into her lower back again. Her back bowed again and she groaned softly, making his cock harden even more.

“I’m saying put your hands to work, Case, and we’ll see what happens.” The smirk was audible in her voice, and when she turned her head to peak over her shoulder, he had to bite his lip to keep his own groans caged in.

“Yes, your highness,” Quinn replied smoothly, and he continued working his hands across her back, her shoulders, her arms. He wanted so badly to reach around and feel the small mounds of her breasts and run his thumbs over her top where he knew her nipples were.

What he really wanted was to clear the beach of anyone but the two of them, strip her down, and give her a full, sensual body massage from head to toe.

He’d make it a challenge to make her come with his touch alone.

His hands, his lips and tongue brushing over her skin.

She deserved it. She deserved more, and he was determined to give it to her.

Fuck , he wanted to give her everything.

Pressing his hands into the small of her back, lowering.

..lower... lower... he dipped his fingers into the waistband of her bottoms and teased, though he wasn’t sure if it was working more on him or her.

His cock was hard, aching to feel more, touch more.

Rae let out another sigh that mingled with a moan, and her body relaxed even more beneath his palms. He leaned forward, eyes closed, chest to her back getting lost in her.

His lips just barely brushed over her shoulder near her neck as he slowly moved the tips of his fingers from her back dimples and down into her bikini bottoms again. ..and again...and…

A cough and the clearing of throats made Quinn snap his eyes open, squinting against the bright reflection of the sun off the water.

Reluctantly he backed away from Rae and turned to see Chris and Jett looking at them with amused interest. Chris took a drink from his beer, cocking an eyebrow, and Jett was trying not to grin as he scratched the side of his head.

“Do you two...need us to leave?” Jett asked, tilting his head, still failing to suppress a smirk.

Yes.

Quinn cleared his throat and ruffled his hair, looking down into his lap where his hard-on was evident. “Uh...no,” he cleared his throat again. “Sorry, I…” His apology was more directed to Rae; he’d been a fraction of a centimeter away from kissing her neck, tasting her hot skin.

Peering at Rae over her shoulder he saw her chest rising and falling steadily, as though she’d been getting lost in him, too. Her skin was flushed, her pulse thrummed, betraying her forced slow and steady breaths and the calm demeanor she was at least trying to give off.

“It’s fine,” Rae said, her voice breathless. She grabbed the scrunchie wrapped around her messy bun and pulled, letting her hair fall down her back with a swoosh.

Standing up, Rae brushed a few grains of sand off her legs and stretched. She dropped her empty bottle back in the cooler and picked up the discarded football. She ruffled Jett’s curly hair, “Come on, Jett. Let’s see if I can still kick your ass. ”

Jett heaved himself up, finished his drink, and tossed the can into the cooler, “If you can I’m blaming it on having a head start on drinking.”

Quinn and Chris watched from their beach towels as the other two walked toward the shore where the water just covered their feet.

“You look like you could use a dip in that water right now,” said Chris, tipping his beer to take a drink.

Quinn let out a heavy exhale, attention still focused on Rae. Harry was now following at her side, jumping at the football when it was thrown and chasing it down the beach. “Yeah...I kind of lost myself for a minute there.”

“A minute?” Chris chuckled. “We weren’t sure if we should stay or just leave you to it.”

New heat crept into Quinn’s cheeks and he grinned into a swig of beer. He wanted to feel bad for putting his friends in the awkward position of witnessing his and Rae’s...expression of passion, but he was too pleased with himself.

“I’m sure it’ll be slow and sensual when it finally happens. A celestial experience, when all the stars align,” Chris said, gesturing grandly with his hands and arms.

“You’re that confident in us, huh?” Quinn’s smile was wide and he didn’t even try to hide it this time.

“Just don’t fuck it up this time, man.”

Quinn watched as Rae ran at Jett, shoving him with her shoulder and sending him off balance, toppling into the incoming waves.

It had always amazed him how someone so slender and feminine had so much force.

She was still his Rae that he’d known and loved for half his life.

Tough, feisty, and fucking gorgeous. He wanted her, and he was willing to wait if it meant he could show her just how much she meant to him.

If showing her that meant she finally could be his, and not just in his own head.

She needed to see that he wasn’t some playboy who was just looking to score.

This was it. She was the one. He wasn’t striking out this time.