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Dinner was served, toasts were made, and dancing began.

Amira and Brody had their first dance, the bridal party had the dance floor after the parents’ dances, and then it was open for everyone.

Raelyn felt like she could have run into Quinn’s arms once she no longer needed to be in any particular place.

At his table, Quinn was turning to get out of his seat and greet her when she grabbed his hands and pulled him up to drag him to the dance floor with her.

He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before tilting her head up to him.

When he covered her mouth with his it was demanding and hungry.

It still amazed Raelyn how exhilarating their kisses were.

She could forget all of her surroundings and feel like it was just her and Quinn in the room, and all she could feel were the sensations of his lips, his tongue, his breath, the stubble scratching her as he kissed deeper, his hands behind her head, forcing her to give in to him.

Not that she was offering any resistance.

Breathless and a little dizzy when Quinn pulled away, Raelyn smiled up at him, “I missed you. ”

Quinn smirked. “I’ve been fifteen feet away.”

“I missed touching you,” Raelyn replied, sliding her hands up his stomach to his chest.

“Well, by all means, touch me all you want.”

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” Raelyn observed, running her hands back up and down his torso. “You look great, but I prefer you in a little…less.”

“Oh yeah?” Quinn cocked an eyebrow. “Usually when I get jealous about someone checking you out I want to cover you up. Make sure no one sees enough to get too creative with their imagination.”

Raelyn looked around Quinn, searching for that woman who’d been feeling up his arm through his suit jacket.

“She can look all she wants as long as she quits fondling your biceps.” Finally catching a glimpse of that tight red dress, she saw that the woman was at the bar, no Jett in sight. “Did she ditch Jett already?”

With a chuckle, Quinn replied, “They didn’t really hit it off. I hope he can find someone here tonight. I mean, even just to take home.”

“Yeah, he’ll be thirty this year; it’s about time he loses his virginity,” Raelyn said, still not taking her eyes off the red dress which, she had guessed right, was very short.

“Poor kid…” Quinn shook his head. “Hey, what about Amira’s sister? Is she single? She’s pretty cute.”

“She’s also twenty-one,” said Raelyn. “Although maybe that’s a good thing. She might be just inexperienced enough to handle a thirty-year-old virgin.”

“Were you innocent at twenty-one?” Quinn eyed Raelyn knowingly.

She cringed as a reel of her college sexpeditions flashed through her mind. “Okay, maybe that’s a bad idea.”

As they danced, they pointed out any potential girl for Jett to take home when they saw one, but mostly they enjoyed each other’s company, the feel of being close and in each other’s arms. After several songs, Raelyn expressed her need to give her feet a break and Quinn offered to head up to the bar and get them each something to drink.

Almost as soon as Raelyn sat in Quinn’s seat, she saw the blur of red moving toward the bar.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Raelyn watched Miss Skimpy Pants casually act as though she just happened to be in line at the bar at the same time as Quinn.

Eyes narrowed, she witnessed yet another graceful touch on his arm.

This time Quinn glanced at the hand on his bicep then lifted his gaze slowly back up to the woman talking to him.

What the hell did she have to say to him anyway? She doesn’t even know him. How can she just go on and on like they’re old friends?

“That’s quite the look.” Jett had taken his seat in the chair next to her and was loosening his tie.

“Who the hell is that chick anyway?” Raelyn snapped, still glaring toward the bar.

“Her name is Regina,” Jett replied. “She’s Brody’s dad’s...best friend’s...daughter? Or something like that?”

“Well, I hate her,” Raelyn stated. “Don’t you think you could try a little harder with her? I mean, she’s super hot, so it’s not like I’m asking you to take one for the team. It’s a win-win.”

“I tried talking to her already,” Jett replied. “We really have nothing in common.”

“I disagree. You both want to get laid tonight. That’s plenty,” said Raelyn. “Seriously, she will not stop touching him.”

Jett laughed. “You sound like Quinn talking about you and any guy who’s ever looked at you since you were sixteen.”

“Come on, Jett,” Raelyn groaned. “Don’t you want to lose your V-card to a hottie like that?”

“I’m not...I’ve had sex, Rae,” Jett snapped, frustration tinging his voice.

“I went to college and got crazy just like you and Quinn.” Raelyn gave him a skeptical glance.

“Okay, maybe not just like you guys, but I had sex. I had a few girlfriends. But I’m not going to have sex with Regina just so she stays away from Quinn. That’s ridiculous. ”

Scrunching her face up in disappointment, she let her gaze drift around the room for a better solution than Jett Miller.

In any other circumstance, Raelyn wouldn’t say that Jett was exactly out of this Regina chick’s league, but she needed someone with the charisma and charm to get her away from Quinn Casey.

Surely part of the appeal was that he was famous.

Not only was he a professional athlete, but he also had that whole ‘sex icon’ reputation going for him.

Raelyn was about to give up the task and resort to handling it how she knew Quinn would- a punch to that pretty face of hers, perhaps?

- when the tall, broad, blonde, and bearded solution she didn’t know she was looking for strutted right by her and Jett.

Gasping, she reached out and grabbed Emerson’s arm and pulled him around as she stood up to face him.

“Hey!” Raelyn beamed brightly.

Emerson glanced at Jett, who was laughing with a hand to his brow as though embarrassed for her, then back to Raelyn. “Hi?”

“So, I was just thinking,” Raelyn began, now realizing she had no idea how to ask him for a favor.

Surely if she posed it as a favor, he would refuse.

Especially if it meant helping her and Quinn.

She took a deep breath and continued, “You like hot girls, right? Big boobs, small waist, that kind of thing?”

“Okay?” Emerson looked, if possible, even more confused now.

“See the girl in the short red dress, legs for days, and cleavage that should only be on an airbrushed Cosmo magazine cover model?” Raelyn turned Emerson to face the bar where it would be impossible not to see her.

Oh no, she did not just brush her hand down his chest like that!

“You mean the one putting moves on your man over there?” Emerson asked.

“Yes,” she said, exasperated. “She won’t leave him alone. And I don’t want to cause a scene by punching her, so I thought that maybe…possibly...you’d take her off my hands. ”

“Why would I do that?” Emerson got that competitive gleam in his eye that was so familiar. “She’s hitting on him pretty hard. If he gives in-”

“He’s not going to give in,” Raelyn stated firmly. “Besides, you owe me.”

“Do I?”

“Yes , because you cheated on me twice!” Raelyn glared. She turned her focus back to the bar and added offhand, “Actually, I caught you twice. For all I know, you could’ve cheated on me way more than that.”

Emerson smirked. “Look at you, beauty and brains.”

Raelyn snapped her head back and glared at Emerson for a few silent moments, comprehending this admission. She heard Jett’s “seriously, man?” from where he was still seated. She was overcome with the urge to smack him, but finally blinked and focused on the issue at hand.

“Whatever…” She shook her head. “The point is, Quinn isn’t going to cheat on me, unlike some people, but that bitch won’t leave him alone and you might be the right person to distract her so we can enjoy our night.

And so can you. Because you’ll have her.

And you can find out how the hell she gets her boobs to look like that. ”

“I don’t know,” Emerson sighed. “She does have a nice rack, but I don’t know how I feel about helping my ex have a good time with her new guy. Especially after he tried to fight me.”

“Consider it a competition,” Raelyn suggested. “If you can get her away from Quinn, who is extremely hot and rich and famous, then that’s a big win for you.”

Emerson’s expression told Raelyn she’d hit the right note with that one. That competitive gleam shined a little brighter as he smirked. “Fine. But I’m not helping you. I’m helping myself. To a delicious slice of cake, by the looks of it.”

Raelyn made a face, then shook off any weirdness she felt at having just set up her cheating ex-fiancé with a complete ten. “Just go! And send Quinn back. ”

She sat back down and watched as Emerson made his way to the bar.

Quinn and Regina were at the front of the line and ordering drinks when Emerson slid past the line and leaned against the bar next to Regina.

He placed a hand on the small of her back and she turned to face him.

For a split second, the woman looked annoyed that her attention was being brought away from Quinn, but when she registered the undeniably handsome second option that was being presented, her demeanor changed quickly.

Her eyes swept Emerson from head to toe and back up to his charming grin, or at least it would have been charming if Raelyn didn't know the truth behind that look.

If Regina hadn't just had her hands all over Quinn, Raelyn may have felt bad for inflicting Emerson on her.

Guess you should keep your hands to yourself, bitch.