Page 16 of Sunshine & Ink

He held out his hand but I shook my head.

“Hold on,” I said. “I’m not done yet. You can wait for me to finish.”

I didn’t rush either.

I looked down and watched every slick glide of my cock in and out of her mouth, letting her throaty sexy moans fill the room.

Command shifted in place, but he couldn’t say or do shit about it.

“Yeah, baby, swallow me down.”

I grunted as I came, cum shooting down the priestess’ expert throat as she eagerly sucked me dry.

“Now,” I said to Command as she wiped the last drop of my cum from her lips, “Let’s talk about me marrying your daughter.”

The priestesses left and we began to negotiate.

Elizabeth d’Grace is pious, holy, known for her good deeds and devotion to the Elders. Neat and tidy, very pretty. Comes from good, respectable family who have never displeased the Elders.

She is my ideal wife.

Marrying Elizabeth and allying with the second-most powerful MC in the region will bring even more money and territory to the Saints. This marriage will cement my status as the most powerful MC in Resurrected, if not the entire Southwest, and please the Elders.

My marriage will be about what benefits me and the Saints MC. Nothing else.

The negotiations last for hours, back and forth about what territories we will cover and deal our guns from.

But at the end of the day, we’ve agreed on terms for me to marry Elizabeth.

So I shake Command’s hand and we leave on our bikes.

“He has no loyalty,” Teacher warned as we headed home, the late-afternoon sun warm on my bare arms. “He’s not like you. He’d drop you in a second if it benefited him.”

“Why would it benefit him to drop me?” I called back over the roar of the engines. “The Saints are powerful.”

Teacher is cautious, always a pessimist, and his words can’t bring me down from the satisfaction of my upcoming marriage and alliance with the Righteous.

As we pull our bikes into the Saints Clubhouse, I see Sunni in the front checking out the tiny little plants that grow there with Amira and Bridget.

I hadn’t thought about her all day, but her happy face is nice and uncomplicated after the tense hours of bargaining I just did.

Not too beautiful to cause drama for me and just the right amount of eager.

“Let’s do a BBQ,” I said, and Sunni clapped excitedly, her face immediately lighting up to see me.

What a silly little thing, the way I can see her heartbeat pound in her throat, the way her hands grip her shorts, like she has to hold herself back from leaping into my arms.

And I’ve always been impatient of emotional involvement or anything too sentimental. It just doesn’t have a place in my life.

But somehow I pick her up anyway and take her inside, not even making it to the bedroom before I press her up against the wall, pulling these tight little shorts down with one hand.

My mouth descends on hers, and she’s eager, grasping, her hands wrapped around my neck.

It’s so easy to pull out a condom, sink my cock in that delicious tight channel and start to plunge in and out of her.

“I missed you,” Sunni whispers, so low its almost inaudible.

Hell, I can’t see what there is to get so emotional about. Maybe it’s a bad idea to encourage her, especially since she’s only 25 to my 37. She might be foolish enough to do something like fall in love with me.

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