Page 52 of The Pursuit of Her Happiness

“I know.” I didn’t question it for a moment. I haven’t questioned Polk and our relationship since that last time on the side of the road before my eyes were stabbed. “I trust you to have my back.”

“Always.”

“And my front.” I wiggle my eyebrows causing him to laugh. He slaps my other tit and dammit, I really enjoy that. My back arches again, my legs wrap around his waist, and my pelvis rocks up to meet him on it’s own. “Now, cum inside me like a good biker boy.”

“Dammit, Quinn!” His body tenses and jolts like he’s been struck by a taser. His cock swells and jerks inside me. “Quit with the mommy kink!” He bends forward, gasping for breath but smiling at me from under his lashes.

“You tell me to stop, but your orgasm just now indicates otherwise.” I run my hand between us, gathering some of his release that’s leaked out and drag my fingers up my belly and around my left nipple. When I suck on my fingers and moan, his cock twitches and I giggle at the sensation.

“You’re evil.”

“I know. And you love it.”

“I love everything about you, darlin’.”

Polk 27.

Arms wrapped around Quinn from behind, we sway slightly as we people watch. The turnout for today…humbling. Word spread through the MC world and there are so many clubs represented here today. Quinn hasn’t stopped crying most of the day, grateful and overwhelmed and fucking happy.

We’ve raised a shit ton of money to get QFW started and there are representatives from the area hospitals here at Quinn’s urging. She’s worked in the medical field for years and has amassed a lot of contacts. A buddy of mine that trains service dogs has a booth set up and has been talking with Quinn’s neurologist for quite a while now. Networking at it’s finest.

Nibbling on her neck, she squeezes my arm over her stomach, exhaling a contented sigh. “You did good, darlin’.”

“We did.” She’s never one to take credit, always deflecting and sharing it amongst others. Quinn is an extraordinary woman, and she’s mine.

“Spastic, I’d like you to meet a couple of Time Served Nomads.”

“Nomads are club brothers who travel around rather than remain stationary at a specific club location,” Quinn recites proudly, having listened to Betty and Stacy give her a crash course in motorcycle club terminology and etiquette. “Quinn Fucking Palomeni—”

“Walker,” I interrupt her, earning a teasing glare over her shoulder before she focuses back on the men with Madison.

“Soon. Pleasure to meet you, thank you for traveling out this way and supporting such a worthy cause.”

“Pleasure’s mine, little lady. Name’s Soup.” His southern accent is thick. He’s laying on the charm, bringing Quinn’s hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

Forest and Pepper each smack my back as they laugh at whatever expression is on my face. Murderous. It’s probably a murderous expression.

“Miss Quinn, you’ve done an amazing job orchestratin’ all this today.” Pepper gives her a wink with her praise and my patience is being tested. Forest shakes her hand as well and it’s like I blink and suddenly the three of them and Quinn are cutting up. Like they’ve known each other for years. And she’s no longer in my arms, but gesticulating wildly a few feet away, attracting the attention of the Satan’s Stokers and Chutzpah Hooligans from near Cleveland, Ohio.

Madison grins, circling the quartet to stand at my side. “You think she knows they’ve spent time in prison?”

“You think she cares?”

Madison shakes his head, “Nah.” He stares at her for a moment, an uncharacteristically soft smile on his face. “She’s something else.”

“Yeah, she is.”

He pats my shoulder, “You did good, brother.” A shrieking comes from across the parking lot we’ve commandeered for today’s festivities. “Ugh. Remind me to kick Lincoln in the balls for bringing them damn dicks and boobs into my life.” He turns his head side to side, then cups his hands around his mouth,“ADAMS!” Veep’s head pops up amongst the crowd. “Manage the dicks and boobs!” The scowl on Adams’ face tickles me. Madison and I stand back, giving Quinn some space as she does her thing. I wave at Cosimo and Gaetano Pipilini, a few brothers from the Stokers, and Konstantin and Gus of the dicks and boobs.

I grin as Joe approaches our group. He gives me a chin lift. Quinn sees him and steps away from her new admirers to greet him. Only he bypasses her and stops in front of Madison. I lift my arm and Quinn slides underneath. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I listen to Joe and Madison’s conversation.

“Madison, I want to prospect for the Congressionals MC. What do I need to do?”

“Holy shit.” Quinn mutters. I look down at her and relax when I see her smiling. I should have known she wouldn’t mind Joe joining the club.

“You wanna prospect?”

Joe nods, “Yes, sir.”

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