5. Raker
CHAPTER 5
Raker
I kicked the stand down on my motorcycle and left my keys with some of the prospects as Teacher, Tech, and I went into the temple to meet with the Elders about a possible marriage alliance with the Righteous.
“Can I offer you something while you wait?” the Elder asked.
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 to wear water 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 he always goes 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.”
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.
God, I don’t want to ruin the uncomplicated easy time with her. I should pull back. I should go fuck someone else.
But I don’t stop.
Her hot little breath is panting in my ear, her tiny hands digging into my shoulders, and with each thrust she’s getting dragged closer to the edge.
“I missed you too,” I lie, just for the pleasure of watching her come undone under me, fall apart with total, gasping cries, her belly pulsating and her cunt tightening around my cock as she milks a release out of me.
I’m riding too high on this fucking deal. I’m going to look back on this day that I arranged my marriage as the start of a new day of power and prestige for me and the Saints MC.
I can’t wait