Page 53 of The Pursuit of Her Happiness

Madison crosses his arms over his chest and raises a gray eyebrow. “Why?”

“Family, sir.”

“You want to keep an eye on Quinn and the boys?”

Joe shakes his head, “I want to be a part of their family, yes. But I…I want, I need the brotherhood. What you have with your men, that’s life goals, sir.”

Madison stares at him stoically, giving nothing away. “It has to be voted on by the club.” Joe nods in understanding. Madison’s lips twitch. “JP!” Two sets of feet come running toward us. Enzo and Sammy grind to a halt a foot away from Madison.

“Yes, Pres?” they ask in unison.

“This pissant here wants to prospect,” he indicates Joe. “You think he has what it takes to be a Congressional?”

Enzo steps toe to toe with his father. He somehow manages to look down his nose while having to arch his neck to meet Joe’s eyes. “I think we can whip him into shape, sir.”

Quinn barks a laugh and the rest of us join in, even Joe. He’s asked me question after question, and at first, I thought he was checking to make sure his ex-wife and kids were safe with us. But after a while, I noticed the longing in his stare whenever he was around the club members. He wants to be a part of something.

I raise my hand and meet Madison’s eyes. “I’ll sponsor him.”

Madison doesn’t react, “You’re responsible for him. His successes and his fuckups. You prepared for that?”

“Yes, Pres.” I wink at Quinn, whose jaw is hanging open in surprise, “Besides, if he fucks up, Quinn will punish him worse than any of us ever could.” My girl shrugs and nods in agreement.

Madison chuckles, then gestures to the side, “Let’s talk.” Joe eagerly follows Pres.

“You two staying out of trouble?” Quinn asks the boys. They shake their heads, laugh, and run off before she can catch them.

I pull her into my arms, smiling down at her as she looks up. “You ok with Joe prospecting?”

“He needs it, Polk. He’s a good guy, just lost. I think the club, the brotherhood will give him direction.”

I am always amazed by her. “I love you.”

“Of course you do, I’m pretty awesome.” Her eyes soften, drawing me closer. My lips caress hers and she opens for mewith a sigh that has my cock twitching. Her arms wind around my neck and she rests her body against mine. My hands travel down to her ass, and I squeeze, rocking her pelvis. “You know what makes me so awesome?” I smile against her lips and make an inquisitive noise. “I’m yours.”

Quinn 28.

4 Months Later

“What are you doing?” I hiss, my question not deterring either of us in the least. Polk pushes my front against the brick wall, working my jeans down my legs. I lift my right and shake it to help him free me. Balanced on one leg, he pushes my right leg up and out, resting my knee on the wall and opening me wide to his hungry cock.

“You know what I’m doing? I’m fucking my wife.” I make a wistful sound before putting a stop to that. I love hearing him call me his wife. I’ve proudly boasted that title for almost 6 weeks and I pray the thrill of it never gets old. Being Mrs. Bently Walker is the best, right after being mom to my boys.

“This is not as sexy a scene as you think it is.” He snorts near my ear, his hips adjusting behind me as he noses around my snatch with his dick. I may or may not tilt my own hips to accommodate.

“You’re fucking soaked, darlin’, so I think it’s sexy enough.”

“It’s a kennel. That smells like dog shit.”

“Mmm. Keep talking like that and I’ll bust before I get inside you.” My forehead drops to the rough brick of the open outdoorkennel as laughter bubbles up and out of me. The dogs he’s housing are mostly asleep, though a couple continue to whine for attention. They’re gonna have to wait.

“Polk— Fuck!” His hard thrust cuts me off, pleasure bursting between my legs. His hands move mine to the wall, his fingers entwining with mine as he mercilessly pounds into me.

“It’s gonna be quick, baby.” He licks up the side of my neck and bites my ear. “Too worked up. And the boys will be looking for us.”

“Oh, yeah. Talk about our children some more.” I sass breathily. I manage to deadpan, “Between that and the smell of shit, I’m surprised I haven’t cum three times by now.”

He growls, releases one of my hands and quickly slaps my pussy right over my clit. “Bad girl.” Polk grips my hips tight, abruptly pulls me from the wall, and bends me over until I’m forced to plant my hands on the floor so I don’t tip over. Maybe I should piss him off more often. He’s like some kind of maniac, slapping my ass and fucking me hard and fast.

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