Page 48 of The Pursuit of Her Happiness

I scratch the side of my head, my mind whirling as I figure out the physics of everything. “Do you get sick if you’re upside down?”

“I don’t know. Why would you ask me that?”

Flabbergasted and now wildly turned on, I lead her to the back of the trailer. I push her against the side, squat down and shove up her skirt. Her leg on my shoulder, I dive into her sweet pussy, her flavor bursting across my tongue.

Her hands grip my shoulders for stability, as she mutters, “I don’t know what’s happening, but I like it. Bite me…fuck yeah…suck on it…harder…fuck me with your fingers…make me cum…drink me down…oh God, oh God, oh God!” She’s vocal and I’m here for it. I want to know I’m driving her mad with pleasure and if I’m not, what to change to get her there. She cums hard, her body convulsing. I stand up, tugging on the fastenings of my pants, when I pull out my hard cock and start jacking it over her pussy, she smacks my hand away.

“Uh-uh. Your orgasm is mine, and I want it inside me.” She lifts her leg high, hooks it around my hip and draws me into the v of her thighs. My cock at her soaked entrance, she moans and rolls her hips, sucking me inside her pussy. One hand on the trailer above her head, the other at her hip, I rock in and out and kiss her until we’re panting into each other’s mouths, and I can feel her second orgasm flutter around the tip of my cock.

“Cum, baby.” She moans, gyrating her hips and fucking herself using my dick like a toy. It’s one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen. Quinn chasing, demanding, finding her own pleasure is what my wet dreams are made of. Her pussy snaps around the base of my cock and locks me in place while she cums. I slam my other hand on the trailer and beat my fists as cum explodes up my shaft, filling her up.

“Good God,” she breathes out. I drop my hands to her ass and hold us together for a few seconds. We’ve been gone for a while now and should get moving. Quinn grabs the collar of my button-down shirt and fuses her mouth to mine.

“Quinny!” We freeze; Audrey’s voice dangerously close.

“Shit,” Quinn mumbles against my lips, peering around my body and offering an awkward smile to her best friend. “Hey, girl.”

“I’m over here, you blind bat.” Quinn chuckles at the insult, but I turn my head to the side and smirk at Audrey, and I ignore Lincoln glaring at me.

“Surprised you’re upright, Aud, figured you’d be dizzy from hanging upside down for so long.” Audrey squeaks, and even in the dimming light I watch the flush of embarrassment flood her face.

“She was hanging?”

“No, Lincoln had her flipped upside down and she was sucking his cock while he ate her pussy.”

“Don’t talk about her pussy!” Lincoln puffs up with anger, Audrey’s hold likely the only reason he isn’t charging me.

Quinn sighs loud and dramatically, “Of all the times to be blind!” Dropping my head to the curve of her neck, I laugh.

“Well, this is the most awkward I’ve ever been. We heard you two and I figured you could use some paper towels to clean up. No one wants to slip in your boyfriend’s splooge on the dance floor when it drips down your legs.”

“Jesus,” Lincoln groans, hoisting Audrey into the air and stomping back around the trailer. The door slams shut. Quinn and I lock eyes and then start laughing. When I’m calm enough, I kiss her again and withdraw completely from her body. She grins up at me, but it quickly morphs into a grimace.

“Where are those damn paper towels?”

Quinn 25.

I’m laughing so hard, my side hurts. I’m leaning against Polk’s side unable to even make out shapes and muted colors thanks to the tears filling my eyes.

“I’m so happy…” I begin, giggle, and try again, “as a boy mom that others know my pain!” Betty and Stacy pretend they aren’t amused, but I can hear it in their voices as they ping pong their way through a story of Buchanan and Fields as children.

“Fucker didn’t even hesitate to throw me under the damn bus!” Buchanan roars, throwing a dinner roll at Fields. He’s too busy laughing to notice and it smacks him right in the face causing all of us to lose it more.

I absolutely fucking love these people. Sunday club dinner, and the only ones missing are Wilson and his new bride Tilly, since they left for their honeymoon this morning. My boys and Sammy are running around after shoveling the delicious food into their greedy mouths. I’m sandwiched between my man and Adams and comfortably full.

An expectant hush falls over the table and not for the first time I curse how slowly my eyesight is returning. I tilt toward Adams and whisper, “What’s going on?”

“You’ll see.” He pauses and snorts, “Or maybe not.”

“Asshole,” I mutter to his enjoyment.

Polk shifts next to me to stand. My head jerks up when he starts speaking instead of heading to the bathroom like I expected. “Fell in love with a girl, I fell in love once and almost completely.” He sings the first lyrics of the famous White Stripes song to boos and thrown food. I smile up at him, clapping my hands. “I fell in love with an incredible woman, and she fell in love with me completely. I hope.” His breath hitches and his voice trembles slightly with nerves. Why is he nervous? And why is he publicly declaring his love and devotion for me—SHITSHITSHITHESPROPOSING!

“And now she’s caught up,” Adams teases from my other side. I smack him and reach out to Polk with my other hand, twisting the fabric of his tee to hold on to something. I’m so pissed I can’t see him properly. It’s still blurry, but miles from complete darkness.

“Quinn…you wanna ride on the back of my motorcycle for the rest of our lives?”

I smirk at him, and twist back to ask Adams, “Are my children in the room?”

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