Page 24 of The Pursuit of Her Happiness

“Twinkle Cave!” Audrey screeches and then all I can hear is her cackling.

“Pet? Audrey!” The sound of Lincoln’s frantic voice snaps me out of my mental spiral. I sit upright, gripping the phone tight.

“Lincoln!” I yell, not sure if he can hear me. “Sorry! I broke her!”

“I’m fine. Keenan, stop that, I’m not hurt!” The sounds of her smacking him and his grunts make me smile. “Polk crashed Quinn’s date. And he took her to meet his parents.And then…” She’s gonna tell him. Dammit, she’s gonna do it. “He went spelunking in her twinkle cave!”

“I don’t know what that means, but I can guess, and I don’t ever want to hear that phrase again. Quinn?” Lincoln speaks directly into the phone now.

“Yeah?”

“It’s about damn time.”

“What? What do you mean?” I have a feeling. Polk already admitted that he’s wanted me since we met. But to hear one of his brothers, his best friend confirm it for me…goosebumps break out over my entire body and my twinkle—pussy. My pussy tingles when I remember how vigorously he licked my Tootsie Pop.

“He’s been pining for you. Put the man out of his misery, Quinn.”

I suck in a harsh breath, my lips stretching into a satisfied grin. “I like him. Lincoln, I really, really like him.”

“Nothing not to like. One of the best men I know. Wouldn’t be my best friend if he wasn’t.”

“I know.” I admit softly. “He’s attractive, always known that, hard not to notice. But I never considered him a possibility. I had blinders on, and I knew Ford was wrong for me and I think that’s why I clung to him. I knew he wouldn’t reciprocate, and it was safe because I would never have to try. I wouldn’t have to move on and put myself out there, make myself vulnerable because there was never any chance with Ford.” I’m an idiot. My brain is firing on all cylinders, so much falling into place as I admit to myself everything I ignored for so long. “I was oblivious to anything else. Except, all the men of the Congressionals are good with the boys, and Ford had been active with them until a few months ago. But Polk…Polk is a constant. He’s someone I can count on. Rely on. Trust with my whole heart. With my boys. How could I have missed it for so long?”

A moment of silence, then Lincoln chuckles, “Oh, am I allowed to speak now? Is your soliloquy over?”

“No, you’re not. My turn.” They fight over the phone, Lincoln yells out about his pancreas, and then Audrey’s voice is clear again. “Lord of the Tongues aside, are you happy?”

I think about it for a second, then nod, even though she can’t see me. “Ecstatic. Excited. Elated.”

“There are 25 other letters to work with, you know?”

“He said he’s glad I don’t have a belly button because they’re smelly lint traps!”

“Well…uh…that’s great?” Audrey is confused and I’m here for it.

“Audrey, I can leap, right? I’m not going to fall flat on my face? Because…he isn’t Joe. He definitely isn’t Ford.”

“And he ain’t Big Sturgill!”

“Amen! Aud—”

“You can fall, girlie pop. Polk will be there to catch you.”

Lincoln yells in the background, “And so will the rest of the Congressionals.”

Here goes nothing.

Polk 13.

I’m minutes from the clubhouse, the wind whipping past me when Lincoln calls me. I almost don’t want to answer. I want to bask in the afterglow. Quinn’s lips stretched obscenely around my girth, the impossibly tight suction of her mouth, the way it felt to empty down her throat…not to mention what her pleasure tastes like on my tongue. The sounds she makes when she cums. Fuck, hard-ons while riding are not impossible, but certainly uncomfortable. At the red light, I slow to a stop, plant my feet on the ground and adjust my cock as I answer his call.

“What?”

He sucks his teeth, “Is that any way to greet your bro from another ho?”

“If your mother was alive, she’d hit you upside your head for calling her a ho.”

“And I’d deserve it. As it is, I’m happy Audrey didn’t hear me,” he mutters the last part, but I hear, and it cracks me up.

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