Polk 24.
It’s astounding the difference a week makes. Quinn isn’t back to normal, but she’s doing a little better every day. The mandatory meditation that Audrey has forced her to do certainly helps. And Quinn loves it, even if she bitches ad nauseum about how evil her bestie is. The boys are ecstatic to have their mom back. They’ve adjusted to her limitations well, making sure the house is tidy so she doesn’t trip (only took once and a lot of screaming for the boys to ensure they’ve picked up after themselves), Marco has taken to helping with dinner, and Sal helps with laundry. Audrey, Lincoln, or I usually take the boys to school, Joe picks them up, and some combination sit for dinner every evening. We went to the clubhouse twice and I think that alone was immensely helpful for Quinn. She’s become as attached to the Congressionals MC as I am. My parents joined us for a pre-wedding cookout last Sunday and Quinn soaked up their attention.
She’s been slowly starving emotionally for decades, surviving on bits and pieces, and the love of her children. But it isn’t enough, she needs mom hugs and dad jokes from a real dad and nagging about taking her meds and exercising and eating right. Quinn practically tackled my mom with a bear hug at the cookout when mom inquired about her bowel movements and if she should get Quinn some fiber gummies to keep her regular.
I’ve never seen anyone so touched by someone’s curiosity regarding their bodily waste. I held Quinn for a half hour when we got back to her house while she cried big tears, she assured me were happy. Apparently, my mom is “the shit”, which I found endlessly entertaining and have since ordered a shirt for her for Mother’s Day.
After her ocular injections, which were gross by the way, the darkness lightened and by the time we went to bed after a lively dinner out with the boys and Joe, Quinn could make out shadows and shapes. Just about every day Quinn has noticed improvement and today she is determined to walk down the aisle by herself as Tilly’s bridesmaid. I haven’t seen her yet, since she was getting ready with the girls.
I’m sitting next to my parents waiting impatiently for the wedding to begin. I want eyes on Quinn. Our President Madison stands proudly at the end of the aisle at the makeshift altar. Pierce and Lincoln take turns forcing Wilson to stay put. He growled a little bit ago about wanting to find his woman, but Linc put an end to that quickly, whispering something in Wilson’s ear that had the color draining from his face and staring at his best man and best friend as if he’d seen a ghost. Since then, he’s been pacing but keeping to the altar.
It's a beautiful spring day in Independence, Kentucky. And Betty, Stacy, and the other woman have done a bang-up job creating something out of nothing in the field where the multiplex will be built. There’s even a large trailer where Tilly and the girls are getting ready. Everyone understood the significance of the location and worked hard to make it wedding-worthy. Marco, Salvatore, and Enzo are ushers, dutifully guiding everyone to their seats. And Sammy is the impatient ringbearer.
“When I got married,” Adams begins in a low voice on my other side, “it was quick and at the courthouse. I was anxious to finally get Natalia back to the hotel. I only had 36 hours to enjoy her before I had to ship back out.”
I slowly turn my head to stare at Veep. “How. Romantic.”
His smile drops and he scowls at me, “It was.”
I shrug, “Ok. If you say so.”
He leans in, his frown deepening, “I’m lucky I didn’t blow right there in front of the damn judge. 20-year-old virgins with limited time…it was as romantic as I could make it.”
Ok, that catches my attention. “Wait a damn minute. You were both virgins when you got married?” He nods with his chin lifted defiantly. “You have only slept with one woman your entire life and she’s been…gone for 26 years!” The unimpressed stare he levels me with has my insides curdling as I realize what I’ve just said to the Vice President of my club. But…one woman in like 60 years! Jesus.
“Got a problem with that?”
“Uh, no, definitely not. Just…making sure I understood what you said.”
“I’d like to think that now you have Quinn, you’d understand that when you’ve found your soulmate, everyone else is a poor unsatisfying substitute.”
“Amen.” My dad reaches across mom and I and puts his hand up for a high five that Adams quickly slaps.
The music begins halting any retort I might have had. And honestly, I don’t think I have one. What do you say to something like that? I shake it off and swivel in my seat to watch. My jaw drops and my breathing quickens. Quinn is fucking breathtaking in a pale cream gauzy fabric with subtle yellow and orange flowers. A sliver of her pale midsection peeks out from under the banded top that matches the long skirt. Another piece of fabric comes up from the side of her waist, across her chest and over the opposite shoulder. It looks like traditional Indian attire and similar to Tilly’s dress for the charity gala months ago.
“Did KellyAnne make the dresses?” Mom asks.
“Yeah. And the groomsmen’s tuxedos.”
“She’s really fucking good.” I laugh at my mom’s remark, but I’m unable to take my eyes off my woman. She walks down the aisle slowly but steadily. My body braces in case she needs help, but she’s got it. Her ass looks phenomenal under the skirt, and I can’t wait to lift it up later and fuck her in it.
Chastity is next wearing the same get up, but it doesn’t do anything for me. However, a few rows back, Langley whistles appreciatively, causing Chastity to blush. She’s a conundrum, to be sure. Sweet, with a pure soul, respectful of members and ol’ ladies, and the nicest of all the lobbyists. She and Langley have been circling around one another since she first showed up at the clubhouse a few years ago. I don’t know what’s keeping that boy from claiming her, but I hope it's a damn good reason. That girl deserves happiness, I just don’t know if Langley is the man to deliver it.
Audrey begins her walk down the aisle, and Lincoln stands up straight at the altar, an expression that can only be described as animalistic appreciation changing his face in an instant. Her dress is the same style, but a pale yellow with orange and white accents instead.
We all stand when the wedding march starts. Tilly is beautiful in her dress, pale aqua with yellow and orange flowers, and an elaborate headdress that covers her forehead in jewels and trails down her back. KellyAnne is uber talented. It’s ridiculous she isn’t in some fashion house in Europe. She and the rest of the Dicks and the Boobs love their small Ohio town though. I’m quite fond of Independence, so I guess I can relate.
Tybalt looks every bit like a proud father, escorting his sister to her intended. A few tears escape, trailing down Wilson’s cheeks as he watches her intently. It’s a happy moment for the Congressionals family and I’m grateful I’m here to witness it. I glance back for a second to find Ford in the crowd. He’s in the back with a few of the Golem Guerillas from Pittsburgh. A commotion at the front has everyone laughing, and I turn back in time to see Tybalt high-stepping like a movie villain to his front row seat while Wilson rubs his chest.
“Purple nurple,” Adams relays to catch me up. “A brother’s duty,” he says it so solemnly; I lean forward on my elbows and laugh.
The rest of the ceremony is purple-nurple free. Tilly and Wilson exchange traditional vows, however at the end, Adams stands up and walks around the couple to join Madison. Pres nods at Veep, and Adams takes a deep breath before shocking most of us.
“As Betty to Hayden, as Stacy to Cooper, as Audrey to Keenan, as Laura to Samuel, and as Natalia to me, may you be to your husband.” He kisses a shocked Tilly on the cheek, nods to Wilson and resumes his seat beside me. I can’t imagine how hard that was for him. Fuck, I can’t imagine losing Quinn, not now, not after 13 years like Adams, not even when we’re 90. I hit Adams hard on the back a couple of times, both of us grunting like cavemen.
Wilson carries a laughing Tilly back down the aisle, the bridal party walking two by two after them. I reach out as Quinn passes and grab her hand. She squeezes with a wink and keeps going. The bridal party is led to another spot on the property for pictures, and the rest of us roam around, slowly finding our way to the tent set up for the reception.
“Polk.” Gritting my teeth, I turn around. Ford is making a beeline for me, Judah, Ephraim, and Reuben from the Golem Guerillas behind him. “Hey, man.” He throws an arm around me and gives me a half-hug, thumping me on the back in greeting. “Good to see you.”
What the fuck have they done to him out there in Pittsburgh? Judah breaks the awkward silence, laughing, as he points at my face.
“Dude, your face. I know, it’s shocking, but I gotta tell you your brother has been making the best of his time at Maimonides Mitzvot.”
Ephraim snorts, “Yeah, he’s down to only 3 maybe 4 inappropriate comments a day now.”
I shake their hands, then stare at Ford. “You…look…good, brother. You alright?”
“Yup.” Ford nods excitedly, if he had a tail, it would be wagging. “Listen, I gotta talk to you about something. Quinn—”
“Is mine!” I fist my hands at my side, but the urge is strong to punch him again.
“Duh. That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. The Golems and I had an idea. Charity Poker Run for Quinn. I know she won’t take a dime raised, but I thought, ya know, we could show her she’s got people on her side.” You could knock me over with a fucking feather right now. Of all things I expected him to say…that wouldn’t have made the top 500. Reuben nudges Ford with his elbow. “Oh, right, and not really for research, cuz I’m sure plenty of people are already doing that, but we could use the money raised to help the patients and their families, travel, medication and treatment costs, ambulatory services, anything they would need. Kinda like the Ronald McDonald house but without the freaky clown guy.”
“I don’t know,” Simeon, another of the Golem Guerillas, joins us with a shit-eating grin, “wouldn’t take much for you to pass as a clown.”
“Fuck you,” Ford replies without heat, chuckling at the other guy.
“That’s…incredible. Ford, truly, it’s a great idea. You back for good?”
Ford bites his bottom lip, looks at the golems, and shakes his head when his eyes meet mine. “Nah, I’m good in the burgh right now.”
“Alright.” I can respect that. I grin at their president Judah. “He ain’t too much trouble?”
“We’re used to it, you’ve met Zebulun.” I have and that fucker is crazy and a hell of a man to have your back in the wild.
“I’ll present this at the next Church.”
“Cool. Cool. Any chance I could steal a dance from Quinn at some point?” I think about it and decide that there isn’t any reason to keep them apart. Quinn is a grown ass woman, and he is her friend…and mine.
“Gotta ask her. But I’m first.”
“Of course.” Ford walks off with the others to find Madison, leaving Ephraim and I behind.
“He’s good?” I check once again. My concern for my club brother overriding my residual anger at his actions.
“He truly is. I think having him volunteer at the shelter was the best thing for him. He’s gained perspective. And between you and me, a bit of a crush on one of the residents.”
“Well, how about that.”
About an hour and a half later, pics and toasts and the couple’s first dance are over. Quinn squints at me through the crowd from the head table, a smile lighting up her face when she recognizes enough of me to know who she’s looking at. She crooks her finger and then points to the dance floor.
Standing, I stalk over and meet her at the end of the raised platform. Hand in mine, I assist her down and across the dance floor. Zach Bryan’s The Good I’ll Do plays as I gently swing her around and into my arms. Hers wind around my neck, pulling us flush, her tits pressed against me. I run my hands down the curves of her body and across the soft skin exposed at her middle. “Fucking edible.” I murmur in her ear, trailing my lips down her neck and nibbling where her shoulder meets her neck.
“Thank you. I obviously don’t know for sure, but I feel pretty today.”
“Oh, baby, you are far more than just pretty. Exquisite. Radiant. Fucking hot.” She giggles and it’s such a wonderful sound. “I can’t wait to get you home and under me.”
She smiles, leans up on her toes, her breath caressing the shell of my ear. “I’m not wearing any panties, so why don’t we make that happen a little sooner than later.”
“Let’s go.” I take her hand and rush off the dance floor. She laughs but follows. I search the grounds for somewhere to take her, and my cock jerks as the trailer comes into view.
“Polk, I don’t think—” Her words are cut off at the top of the stairs when I open the door to the trailer.
“Holy shit.” I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
“What? What is it? Damn this blindness!”
“Oh my God!”
“Audrey?”
“Put me down, Keenan!”
“No.” Lincoln’s head turns to me, and he growls, “Get the fuck out.” I dip an imaginary hat to him and step back, shutting the door once Quinn and I are outside.
“Polk? Bently? What’s happening? Is Audrey ok?”
“She is…uh…do you get motion sickness?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
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?”