Page 3 of Sunshine & Ink

Her head fell back, her heavy tits pressed into the air as she let him maneuver her body how he wanted, her hips grinding down on him, like she was eager to have him inside her. The room was as quiet and still as a service with the Elders, so it feltlike I could hear every slick wet movement as she ground her pussy down with lush, sensual motions. She was so noisy too, her hands clutching at his dark leather motorcycle cut as the lines of muscle worked in her beautiful throat.

I felt a clench of despair in my gut.

There was no way he’d choosetwogirls in a row.

It seemed to go onforeveras the blood rushed to my cheeks, his face buried in her breasts, sucking one big nipple into his mouth.

Would he want to do that tome? What would it feel like?

My vision seemed to blur as he came with a grunt, and I felt an uncomfortable twitch in my pussy.

But to my surprise, as she stood there afterwards, adjusting her clingy dress over her full breasts and ass, he only raised a finger to one of the other Saints.

“Done. Bring me a glass of whiskey.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious? After the way I just fucked you?”

Her beautiful face looked suffused with rage, her hands tightened into fists as she breathed shallowly through her nose.

“The way youfuckedme?” Raker repeated.

His voice was low and gravelly, with a hard raspy edge that made me shiver.

“You fucked me like a basic bitch who’s always had men tell her she’s pretty. It was boring. Get out of my sight.”

Her face was pink with fury, but she quickly snapped her mouth shut when Raker looked away contemptuously and two lower-ranking recruits appeared to escort her to the door.

Damn, he was cold as fuck.

I was going to fail, too.

If evenshecouldn’t please him, what chance did an inexperienced virgin like me have?

Builder stood beside me and held up a finger, his eyes on Raker. He was in charge of reading the powerful Prez and letting me go forward only when it was time.

Pure, primal panic began to pump through my veins.

What had I been thinking to come here?

The silence stretched on as Raker sipped his whiskey through narrowed eyes that didn’t seem to look at anyone in particular.

He certainly didn’t seem to be looking atme.

I wanted to turn around and run but I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to. My long strawberry blonde hair fell down past my shoulders and I wanted to play with it nervously, but I also didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

Maybe he’d get bored of the whole thing and call off the trial before even having sex with me.

Was that worse or better than him rejecting me?

I watched his strong fingers wrap around the glass of whiskey, each one thick and tanned, dark words I couldn’t read tattooed across his knuckles. He exuded an aura of cold darkness, but there was something I couldn’t define pulling me closer.

Everyone in Resurrected territory had heard of Raker.

Highly favored of the Elders, had made the Saints the strongest MC, their powerful club fronted by skilled tattoo shops.

“Next,” Raker said suddenly, and I was immediately pushed firmly forward by Builder.

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