Sunshine & Ink

11. Sunni

CHAPTER 11

Sunni

I t was so hot today, and the smell of the raw meat we were prepping for meatloaf later made me feel so nauseated.

I had to tell Raker today

I had to gather up all my courage and do it.

But what would he say?

He’d be happy, wouldn’t he?

My stomach churned with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

He’d never said it, but I knew he loved me. He wouldn’t send me away and he wouldn’t send our baby away.

He wouldn’t .

Despite my nerves, I felt a flutter of excitement in my belly and, even though it was way too early to feel movement, I put a hand on my flat stomach.

Grow, little baby

I hoped our baby would be like Raker. Strong and tough, not uncertain and anxious like me.

I couldn’t even stand up to Angel. Or Elizabeth.

Raker would have to be our baby’s strength.

But as I stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner, Raker broke into my reverie, glaring angrily at me over the counter. He gripped my shirt and dragged me around the counter to stand in front of him.

Carrots and onions and mushrooms all scattered on the floor as his eyes spat fire at me.

I had never seen him look like this.

Of course, I knew he had a temper and I knew he was a dangerous man, but he had never directed it at me.

“Sunni,” he said, and his voice fell like a hard metal bar across my back, and I had to clutch the side of the counter to keep my knees from giving way.

“I was very clear about what your place is here and how to stay in it. And now I find out that you have been talking to my fiancée about having babies! Elizabeth is going to be my wife. You are the whore that warms my bed. What else did you tell her? I’ll give you one chance to come clean.”

“I didn’t—“ I began. “I didn’t say anything to her.”

“Did you or did you not tell her you wanted a baby with me?” Raker demanded.

My stomach plummeted to my feet.

No no no no no no no no no no no

That was not how this was supposed to go. I wasn’t ready, I didn’t have the words yet. . .

I felt frozen with indecision, and Raker’s dark eyes hardened further.

“Answer the question, Sunni.”

“I didn’t—that wasn’t—"

He let go of my shirt instantly. “ You are forbidden from talking to her again. You have lost your privileges and you can take your things and stay in the common room for now.”

As he turned away in contempt, tears prickled at the corner of my eyes and all my words felt so tangled up and confused that I did something very foolish.

“You don’t love her, Raker! I know you don’t!”

A muscle throbbed in his jaw, his face looking impossibly harsh and remote, like he was another person. Not someone who I had foolishly allowed to hope loved me back.

“Don’t get in my fucking face , Sunni, and talk to me about love. You’re running your mouth about things you don’t understand and don’t concern you. You are here to be a wet cunt only . Not presume to tell me who I can and cannot marry.”

I shut my mouth then, feeling the light inside me shrivel up and die. But it was too late.

“Come with me,” he said, stalking out with his long legs into the common room of the clubhouse.

I followed miserably behind.

“Apostle, get over here,” he said. “Angel, you too.”

Nausea roiled inside me and I wanted to throw up.

Oh god no

“Raker, I’m sorry,” I whispered, my throat feeling dry. “Please don’t.”

But he ignored me.

Apostle’s eyes seemed to gleam as they drew closer, his hands clasped in front of him, his face schooled in his usual mild expression.

But I saw something gleam in them as he flicked his eyes over to me.

Angel only flounced over, flipping her long perfect hair over her shoulder.

“Sunni is available as of right now. So if you want a fucking blowjob, get your ass over here.”

“You promised,” I whispered. “You promised I was yours only.”

“You don’t have to do this, Sunni,” Raker said coldly. He took a few quick steps over to the front door and opened it, letting the afternoon sun stream in. “You can leave if you like. It doesn’t matter to me either way. But if you want to stay at the club, you will get down on your knees for Apostle.”

My palms prickled with cold heat, and my eyes desperately scanned Raker’s face for any hint of mercy.

There was none.

The choice was mine.

Leave or stay

Leave meant leaving Raker forever.

My brain felt so jumbled, like I couldn’t process or think straight.

This was what I had come to Saints MC for, what I had signed up to do.

I didn’t have to do it. I could turn away now and leave. No one would stop me. Raker would let me leave. He wouldn’t even let Apostle come after me.

But then what?

I nodded my consent.

“On your knees then,” Apostle said, his voice triumphant.

I fell down obediently. He was so eager he didn’t even wait for me to get settled, unbuckling his belt with a sharp clink of metal that sounded unnaturally loud to me.

“Open up, girl,” he said. “Let me have some of that sweet whorish mouth.”

My heart suddenly flickered with hope that Raker would stop this, but instead he unbuckled his own pants and brought out his cock. It was hard and stiff, and Angel bent forward eagerly, gripping a chair and pulling her skirt up to expose her perfect round ass as she spread wide for him.

Before my eyes, he ripped a condom out and rolled it impatiently down his big length as she wiggled eagerly in front of him, turning back to meet my eyes with a look of triumph. Then he spanked her ass ( just like he always spanked mine ) and shoved his cock in her pussy, as she eagerly devoured each thick inch.

I was not so eager, but I opened my mouth for Apostle. He tasted sour, or maybe that was just the bile rising in my throat at Raker’s betrayal.

He promised me

He promised I was here for him only

Apostle’s cock was short and wide, feeling unfamiliar and disgusting in my mouth.

I could still stop this, right now.

I could still leave.

Raker’s voice scraped down my spine, all the words he was saying to Angel, low and growly and dominating. Sexy as fuck.

I turned my head and immediately wished I hadn’t.

Raker had a grip in Angel’s long thick blonde hair, and he was taking her from behind.

Each thrust juddered into her.

He seemed oblivious to anything else except the pleasure of her pussy.

I felt rooted to the spot with horror, my skin heated and flushed, my dreams falling around me in broken, horrified shards.

Her beautiful honey-blonde hair fell in long curls down her back and she was moaning loudly, way louder than I ever did, and I suddenly felt inadequate and embarrassing, shamefully square and basic.

I realized I was shaking, shivering from head to toe with the unexpected shock of it.

Had I really been so stupid to think he loved me? That he wanted only me?

He was the Saints Prez. He could have any pussy he wanted and why wouldn’t he take any that was offered?

His hands were on her hips and I felt my own start to burn, because I knew that feeling so well. I could feel him on my hips, the way his big fingers would dig in and make your skin throb pleasurably. The way his cock would glide in and out, feeling each ridge even through the condom.

His fingers snaked around to tweak her nipples roughly, and she tore down her sparkly dress to give him even more access.

“Yes!” she wailed, her beautiful heavy tits shaking with Raker’s sharp, heavy thrusts. “Oh, it feels so good!”

My fingers felt numb now as I forced my head down over Apostle’s dick.

This was what I had signed up for, after all

Nothing more than a club girl

The blurring of my eyes with tears was almost welcome, because it meant their bodies weren’t as visible to me.

I thought Raker had forgotten about me, but then he spoke.

“Your job is to be a mouth to fill and a hole to fuck,” Raker said as Apostle jackhammered his dick in and out of my mouth, making feral grunts.

My head was getting whiplash getting jerked back and forth, but I refused to hold onto Apostle, so I tried to dig my hands into the clubhouse floor to steady myself.

Even now, I pleaded with Raker with my eyes, hoping he’d save me. But when he put a hand on her golden hair, stroking it in the way he had always done to me, I knew it was hopeless.

“Open your mouth wider,” Apostle grunted. “Show me what you’re worth. I’ve seen you deep-throat the Pres. I want some of that, whore.”

My hands curled so tightly I felt my nails pierce the skin.

If Raker wasn’t going to stop this, he wasn’t going to stop anything.

I thought he loved me.

He didn’t.

But what else could I expect? He was the President of the Club. This was how it worked here. He got whatever easy pussy he wanted, whenever he wanted it, and I couldn’t say shit, because that’s what I had signed up for.

I signed up to be the club whore, and that’s all I’d ever be to him.

My eyes burned, and I forced my frozen mouth to move. Apostle’s thick bush of hair poked me in the face, got under my tongue.

This was my job. This was all I was.

My lips felt numb.

I tried not to look at Raker and Angel, but I could hear them both. Her happy little squeaks and moans, and the sound of his heavy balls slapping her in the ass.

Raker never hurried. He fucked as long as he wanted and he came when he wanted, always in perfect control.

“Swallow me,” Apostle ordered.

I still could’ve stopped it, but this was what Raker thought of me. Just a mouth. Just a hole. So I was a good little club whore and opened my mouth wide, swallowing down his cousin.

His cum tasted like bitter gall, sour milk down my throat and I almost gagged, but I forced it down.

He finally stepped away, giving me an unobstructed view of Raker grunting as he came, the strong tendons in his throat moving.

I felt his eyes on me then, angry and heated.

“Best fuck I’ve had in a long time,” he grunted to Angel.

My stomach roiled and I stumbled to my feet.

I had made the wrong choice. There was no future for me here.

I heard Angel giggle as I got to my feet and ran down the hallway and into the room I had shared with him. My stomach heaving, I threw up in the sink as a sickly heat broke out over my face and chest. When I clutched the cool porcelain my eye caught the reflection of one of my tattoos in the mirror.

Raker had written his ownership all over me.

Fuck! I wanted to claw them from my skin.

I could never tell Raker now. He only cared about his status and money. I was totally wrong to think he would accept and love our baby.

Now I had to get as far as I could from him and try to put my life back together.

Trembling, I stuffed clothes and my few belonging into my backpack.

Then I picked up one of his spare phones.

My only priority right now was my baby, and I would need at least some money to find a new apartment.

If Raker didn’t keep his promises, neither would I .