Sunshine & Ink

7. Sunni

CHAPTER 7

Sunni

A lone, I walked back the short distance to the Saints Clubhouse, my thigh aching but an uneasy, sick feeling in my stomach.

I shouldn’t be jealous. But I was .

I was so abstracted that I didn’t notice where I was going as I opened the door and went into the common room.

Then I felt a finger on my bare shoulder, moist and gentle, and with a slick sheen of sweat dripping down the palms.

“An idle whore is a naughty whore. She always needs to be at her work, lest she fall victim to disobedience and sinfulness.”

Apostle

I had tried to persuade myself I was being paranoid.

But it sure felt like Apostle watched when I wasn’t looking, felt aggrieved that he couldn’t fuck me.

Every party or gathering, I always felt his eyes on me.

Why, I didn’t know. There were so many other women there.

“I—“ I began without thinking, but I caught Bridget’s warning eye from across the room.

I was not hired to fall in love with Raker.

I was hired to service all the men. Of course I could refuse at any time and leave.

But how could I ever leave Raker?

Would he come after me if I refused and left?

Fear clutched my heart.

I did not want Apostle to touch me.

Not now, not ever.

But I swallowed the words down my throat.

I could leave right now. Raker never forced anyone to stay on. Why would he ever have to? Saints Club whore was a dream job.

But I couldn’t stop my body from cringing away from Apostle.

Shit, I needed to get a hold of myself.

He’s creepy, but he’ll just move on to the next girl soon , I reminded myself.

He’s only fixating on me because I’m new.

Apostle moved closer behind me, drawing a damp hand through my long hair.

“Don’t you want to be a good little whore? Why don’t you take off your top for me? Do a little dance on my lap so I can rub one out first before I take this tight little cunny? Open your legs and give me that sweet honey. I want to see why my cousin wants to keep you.”

Why did Raker want to keep me?

After all, if he was getting married surely he’d want to spend time with his new wife?

Obediently, I started to draw my tank top over my head.

Apostle had both hands on my waist now, his fingers making two damp patches on my shorts, moving my hips in a jerky figure 8 motion.

“Move like this.”

He had begun to rub his cock on my ass, almost feverishly pumping up and down on me even though he still had his pants on.

Then he was fumbling for his zipper, yanking it down so I felt the moist flick of his dick on my flesh, pulling at my shorts so he could insert it between my ass cheeks.

I realized most of the brothers were drinking on this Sunday afternoon, Tech handing Bridget his mug of beer as she raised her head from his cock.

Apostle went up my crack, to where precum was already beading the tip of his dick, then down to the tight ring of my asshole he was pressing against.

I forced my fists to unclench, to relax so it wouldn’t be so painful.

“ Stop .”

Raker’s voice came down like an iron bar, falling harshly into the big room as my heart leapt inside me.

“Get away from her now.”

For a moment, I felt Apostle’s rebellion in the clamminess of his fingers, leaving a wet trail in the goosebumps running down my naked back.

“She was idle—” he began.

I didn’t dare turn around.

“I give her plenty to do,” Raker said harshly. “What kind of pissing match are you trying to start? Get your cock out of her asscrack.”

I tried not to sigh with relief as Apostle dragged his member away.

“Wasn’t I clear, cousin, when I said she was in my bedroom? Was that not clear enough for you?”

“Of course, Prez,” Apostle said after a moment, his voice deliberately mild and obedient. “My apologies.”

My heart was still thrumming in my chest, but it was from joy now.

He had stopped it!

Raker had stopped Apostle and saved me.