Quinn 9.
“Why did you become a veterinarian? I’m not saying I’m an expert on motorcycle clubs or anything, but I imagine there aren’t many veterinarians joining up.” Polk grins boyishly with a shrug. He’s so damn handsome. Like the handsomest. And I’ve been happily staring at him for going on three hours now. My stomach flips knowing this is going to end soon. We’ll say our goodbyes and I’ll go home to an empty house alone and wish he was with me.
“Ok, so before I tell you, you have to promise to remember that I was a child, barely out of my toddler years, so you can’t judge me.”
I shake my head. “Well, now I’m definitely going to judge you. Toddler or not.”
He sits back in the booth, tips his glass of ice-cold beer into his mouth, and sets it down, all while maintaining eye contact. He has the prettiest blue eyes. “Fine. When I was a kid, we always had pets. Cats, dogs, a snake, fish, a murderous hermit crab, birds…not at the same time, but enough that it was constant chaos.”
“It sounds awesome, though. Every kid’s dream.”
“Cleaning up shit constantly was irritating, but yeah, I had a lot of furry friends. So, one time, just once, when I was about 4, I was sitting on the couch watching television. Our cat Percy jumped up on the couch, rubbed against me, then hopped to the top of it, tail waving.”
“Ok.” I motion for him to continue. I smush my lips together to keep from laughing when an embarrassed flush spreads up his neck and covers his entire face.
“I was a curious kid. Fuck, I still am. I’ve been hungry my entire life for knowledge. How things work, where things come from, why humans behave the way they do…so, naturally, being a curious 4-year-old, when Percy’s tail waved back and forth, I got curious.” I have three boys, I know where this is going, and I can’t stop the laughter that bubbles up and out of me. “I stuck my finger in Percy’s asshole.”
“Oh, God!” I can’t breathe. I’m gonna expire right here at this table, the image of a precocious 4-year-old Bently violating his cat is going to be my last thought!
“As you can imagine,” Polk continues in a solemn tone, “Percy did not find it nearly as amusing as you do.” Sweet baby Jesus! I can’t stop laughing, people are starting to stare. “My mom had to pry Percy off me, he’d dug his claws in deep. When she bandaged me up, she told me that I owed it to all animal-kind to treat them better. And I took that to heart.”
“You’ve been…my stomach! You’ve been taking care of animals almost all your life because you got fresh with one when you were 4?”
“Now you know my deepest, darkest secret.”
“I feel so close to you.” I squeak out, my hands covering my stomach as if I can soothe the muscles with a simple touch.
“This is an unpleasant experience. However,” his frown smooths into a naughty grin, “the way your tits bounce when you laugh is quite enjoyable.” That sobers me almost instantly.
“You’re really attracted to me?” He stares at me unimpressed. “Like, you want to see me naked and—”
“Do quite a number of things that are not suitable dinner conversation when strangers are near.” His words are a dark promise that dampens my panties and causes my nipples to harden instantly in my bra.
“Hmm,” I murmur, unable to articulate anything else as lust and deep desire swirls through my entire body. Closing my eyes, I inhale, then exhale slowly. When I open my eyes, Polk is staring at me, amusement and his own desire glittering in his pale blue eyes. “You’ve explained why you became a veterinarian. Now, explain where the Congressionals MC comes in.”
“As you wish.” He grabs the glass of ice water on the table and takes a long sip, licking his lips after and threatening my sanity. God, he’s hot. “A bunch of us went to school together with Buchanan. Being Madison’s son and all, we were friends when Madison, Hayes, and Adams started the club with Lincoln and Carver’s dad. A couple years later, McKinley, Clay, and Barkley joined. It was as natural as breathing to prospect. We had grunt work to do, but I got to hang out with my best friends, ride motorcycles, and live it up.”
“And go to college?”
“It usually takes 8 years to become a vet, but I finished in 6. I spent all my breaks and summers taking classes and interning. I knew I’d come back to Independence to open my own practice. I missed Buck, Fillmore, Pierce, Lincoln, even Carver, but my time away was necessary. And they came to visit when they could. Fuck, Lincoln had his own shit to worry about in law school and his parents dying.”
“A vet. Two lawyers. A tech guru. A plumber.”
“Baker and candlestick maker.” I chuckle at the thought of any of his brothers making candles, let alone baking.
“The Congressionals MC are certainly unique.”
“We are.” He grins thinking of his club. “A brotherhood that is as much a part of me as my legs or arms. It is an extension of me. Truthfully, we aren’t as unique as you might think. A few clubs we’re friendly with are made up of some guys with interesting professions. Hell, the Golem Guerillas in Pittsburgh are vigilante biker bankers.”
“I met some of them at the charity gala.” I shake my head thinking of the GGMC, “Zebulun, I think his name is, he was…um…”
“Insane?”
“No, not insane. He assured me he’s been tested.”
“They’re a great group of guys, just starting out, finding their way in the world. But they are doing great things in their community.”
“I always thought bikers were like Hell’s Angels and the Bandidos.”
“Most are. But you’ll find military vets that need a purpose. They served their country, and sometimes their country seems to have forgotten them. They want to belong to something, know that they have brothers to watch their backs, they want to be useful.”
“Is that why Madison, Hayes, and Adams started the club?”
He nods, “Yeah. Desert Storm was rough, and they were adrift when they came home. The Congressionals gave them a purpose.”
“I’m not a brother, obviously, but I can’t imagine living without the club now that I’ve been brought into the fold. I didn’t…my sister died when I was 16 and while my parents weren’t great before, they were practically non-existent after. When they were around, they compared me to her and found me lacking. When I met Joe, I thought I’d found a family. The one we made with the boys was everything to me. But his family hasn’t always been supportive, and they are very rigid with the boys. And then Joe left, and it was for the best, but I felt like I lost part of my family again.”
“Quinn—”
I hold my hand up and give him a watery smile. “I want to see where this goes.” I wave between us. “I want to try…with you. Just, please, if you aren’t happy, if I’m not what you want, just be honest with me. And don’t, please, don’t take the Congressionals away from me and the boys.”
“Do you remember when I came over to your house after you punched Ford so spectacularly?” I nod, a little embarrassed that I hit him. “I was there because I couldn’t stay away from you. I had to make sure you were alright. Not just your hand, but your heart.” This time, I grab his hand and twine our fingers together, needing to touch him. “I was also there, because Adams and Madison insisted someone find you and make sure you knew you are always welcome at the Congressionals MC.”
“And to insist I attend the BBQ.”
He grins with a squeeze of my hand, “Yes. Everyone is fond of you, darlin’. None more so than me.”
“I’m fond of you too, Polk.”
“Seems like a great start to me.” He’d paid the bill a while ago. I tap the screen of my phone and am pleasantly surprised to realize it’s after 10 o’clock. “Come on.” He stands, still holding my hand and draws me up from the booth. Then he leans down, grabs my purse, and carries it in his other hand as he leads me from the restaurant. I’m a little giddy and welcome the cool evening breeze when we step outside. I haven’t held hands with anyone other than my kids in years. I watch him out of the corner of my eye and giggle when I catch him doing the same.
At my car, he uses his grip to spin me around until my back is against the driver’s side door. He cages me in, placing my purse on the roof, before cupping my throat, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. He’s so close and he smells so good. I swallow nervously and lick my lips. His eyes dart to my mouth, then back up to my eyes. And then his mouth is on mine, his lips soft, his tongue tracing my lips, gently demanding entry. I open, moaning as his tongue tangles with mine, and press my body closer to his. He’s solid and warm. I lift my arms around his neck. He runs his hands down my sides, lifting my left leg onto his hip. He’s hard and I whimper when he rubs his length between my legs.
I register the sounds of car doors shutting and people talking. With a gasp, I pull back, staring up at him in shock. I can’t believe I just did that. In a parking lot! And I want to do it again and so much more.
Polk runs his nose aside mine, then drags his lips across my cheek to my ear. Goosebumps litter my flesh in his wake. “Did that gym punk Lenny kiss you like that?”
I blink up at him. “Who’s Lenny?”
“Good answer, darlin’.” He gives me a chaste kiss, chuckling when my lips follow. My purse in his hand again, he unlocks my car, and helps me in, even buckles my seatbelt for me. “One more.” He kisses me again, not nearly as chaste, his tongue dancing with mine briefly before he backs away.
“Do you…do you want to come over? The boys are at their dad’s.”
“I do. Which is why I won’t.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” It doesn’t and it hurts a little. Was the kiss bad? Oh, my God, am I a bad kisser?
“Stop that.” He leans down again, his face inches from mine. “I want to come home with you, I want to kiss your body and sink inside you and never leave. However, this was our first date, and we are not in a sprint. I’m in this for the long haul, Quinn. No need to rush.”
“My wet panties would indicate otherwise.” Polk groans, fusing his mouth to mine once more. Snarling, he rips away and glares at me as he backs up far enough to shut my door. I start the car and roll down the window. I snicker at his expression, he does not find it amusing.
“You touch yourself, play with your clit, finger fuck your little cunt, you think of me as you do it. I know I’ll be thinking of you when I fuck my fist later. Just like I’ve done for the last year. Only this time,” arms on the window, he smirks at me, “I’ll know what your mouth tastes like, how your tits feel against me, and how fucking hot your pussy is just begging for my cock.”
“Polk.” It takes me a few seconds to get enough saliva in my mouth to speak. I am surprised by his restraint and shocked at my lack of it. I need to get control of myself. A thought pops into my head, and I grin broadly at him. One eyebrow rises in question. “Tonight was unexpected and amazing. Something just occurred to me, though.” I lick my lips; his eyes track my tongue. “I should mention, given your…proclivities. I have to agree with Percy, I’m not a fan of anal.”
“You little shit,” he barks, laughing. “Text me when you get home. Boys at their dad’s all weekend?” I nod yes. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 11. Dress casual and comfortable, no dresses.”
“Ok.” I don’t even think to argue, because I want to spend more time with him.
“And Quinn?” I’ve put the car in DRIVE, but I wait for him. “You looked fucking beautiful tonight.” My eyes sting with the threat of tears. “I want you to wear this dress again soon, so I can untie it with my teeth.” He pats the roof, turns around, and saunters over to his bike.
Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat. He’s so unfair!