Page 15 of Sunshine & Ink

Elders were powerful men dedicated to the water priesthood, easily distinguished by their long white gowns with golden sashes and clear containers of water around their necks. Only Elders were allowed towearwater in our desert lands.

With my marriage, I intended the Saints to consolidate our status as the most powerful MC in the entire Southwest. The power was so close I could taste it. And it tasted like pure, sparkling, undiluted fucking decorative water.

The Elder waved a hand back to the temple attendants as we sat down in our chairs and awaited the arrival of the Righteous MC. The attendants were all beautiful women in their 20s, clad in long white gowns with deep slits up the side.

Teacher pointed to the priestess healwaysgoes for, a curvy auburn-haired woman with tumbled curls and big, creamy tits.

I waited and took my time, eyeing all the women carefully.

“You,” I said, pointing to a tall woman with deep umber skin and Bantu knots, “you’re the most beautiful one.”

Builder pointed at a pretty blonde and the Elder made as if to shoo the rest away before I stopped him.

“Tech too,” I said. “He’s a full patched member now.”

The lanky Black man nodded and sat down. Even though he was only fresh out of college, Tech was still the best IT security guy in Resurrected territory.

I unbuckled my belt with a clink and leaned back to let the priestess do her work, my cock already hard as I saw her clever tongue flick out to lick her full lips.

“And you’re sure you want to ally with Righteous MC?” Teacher asked after the Elder left.

“We’ve been over this,” I said, grunting as the priestess made her way up my cock, her other hand gripping the base of my shaft.

“I don’t trust them,” Teacher replied, but his eyes had drifted down to the busty redhead, and I saw him stroke her hair lightly, then tighter as she took him deeper.

We’ve had this argument dozens of times.

“They’re the second-wealthiest MC,” I reminded him.

“We don’t need more wealth,” Teacher retorted. “We need loyal partners.”

I only grunted as I felt the heat creep up my spine.

Fuck, the priestesses always know how to suck my cock.

“There’s always Souls MC,” Teacher said in his dry voice.

I frowned. Teacher and I have been tight since we were both Saints prospects and he knows goddamn well my family has feuded with the Souls since my granddaddy’s time.

Besides, the Elders wouldn’t like it. Everyone knows the Souls have had to deal with rolling water restrictions ever since their Prez got caught trying to jerry-rig some kind of machine to collect dew and get more water.

Water rights run through the Elders only and, even if I wanted to give up the feud, I would never align with the weakest MC.

Teacher made a low rumble of annoyance, but said nothing else.

He’s always trying to get me to consider the Souls and their crazy MC Prez Seek, but he should know my mind is made up. I’m stubborn as hell, and I’d never do anything to jeopardize my position as highly favored of the Elders and most powerful MC.

He jerked his head at the clock as we finally hear the rumble of the the Righteous MC pulling up.

15 minutes late.

Oh, they thought they’d pull a power move by making me wait?

Well, then.

Command is the Righteous MC Prez, a big man in his 40s with a salt and pepper beard.

“Raker,” he said as he came in. “Good to see you. Let’s get down to negotiating.”

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