Page 56 of Sunshine & Ink

“Your body gives you away. Every gasp you make, every goosebump on your skin, every wet part of your cunt. It’s all mine. I can make your body sing for me, Sunni. Whenever I want.”

“No!” she insisted, a note of panic in her voice. “Do not touch me!”

“I won’t touch you unless you want it,” I promised, raising my mouth from her throat. “I just want to protect you, goddamn it! I know what you’ve been doing. I know what your meetings are about.”

“What? How do you know?”

She trembled in my arms and drool was fucking pooling in my mouth at how I was inches from her skin.

“I won’t let you endanger yourself with this goddess worship group.”

“Are you going to turn me in then?”

“Of course I’m not going to turn you in! What do you take me for?”

“I don’t know who you are anymore,” she almost whispered, and her small voice hit me fucking deeper than anything else she’d thrown at me, anything else she’d shot at me. “I know you’re, like, beloved of the Elders.”

“The Elders keep our land safe. They make sure we have enough water to drink.”

Sunni laughed scornfully. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Raker. There’s plenty of water under the ground. They just want to use it to control.”

“That’s a fairy tale,” I said, one hand brushing down her arm, my fingers sizzling with each inch of her flesh I touched.

How could I have taken this for granted, assumed she would always be there for me?

The covered name on her arm was an unending torment of rebuke.

She said nothing for a moment, then shrugged her slim shoulders.

“I don’t care enough to convince you. You are set in your ways. Now let me up. I’m pregnant and I have to pee. I also have to go to work in the morning.”

Reluctantly, I got out of bed, then took her hand and gently supported her lower back so she could get up.

Her movements were so damn adorable, the way she held her belly with one arm, made these cute little puffing sounds as she hoisted herself from the bed.

I want that with her

I looked again at the art on the walls, the collections of rocks, the tiny, struggling plants she was nursing back to health, probably using drops of her water ration.

This place meant so much to her because she had made it her home. It was a place she felt safe enough to put down roots.

“I fucked up with you, Sunni. I was a damn fool and I’m sorry. But you aren’t one woman in a rotation. If you were, I’d be able to let you go. But I can’t. I can’t and won’t live without you, and I’m going to prove it to you.”

CHAPTER 20

Raker

Sunni was an infuriating little sexy as shit thorn in my flesh. Everything shewantedwas everything she was not allowed to have with me. Marriage. A family. You were either a whore or a wife, and Sunni was a damn Grade A contract-signed whore.

But, on the other hand, I absolutely could not live without her.

I had been ball-deep in whore pussy since I was an 18-year-old recruit. But if getting her back meant giving all that up, I would. What was the point of random pussy if I was going to wish it was Sunni instead?

The day after tomorrow I had another meeting with the Righteous MC to finalize the plans for the wedding.

And I was going to blow it up.

Everything.

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