Sunshine & Ink

17. Raker

CHAPTER 17

Raker

I rode fast and hard back to the Saints clubhouse, the wind screaming in my ears as I outran the Souls MC.

As soon as I arrived back, girls were there, but I waved them away impatiently.

All I could think about was Sunni.

Anger pulsed through my body, and I tried to force myself to calm down and figure out how to get her back. My jaw was so tight and angry that it ached, my fists clenched so tightly the muscles in my arms felt wound like a drum.

Sweat poured down my back and sides. My cock had never been so goddamn uncomfortable. It was like I’d had a hard-on for hours, the fucking thing leaking precum down my leg.

I needed to get into my room and jerk off like five times in a row, even though it wouldn’t do shit to relieve my need for Sunni.

Most of the brothers were sitting around in the garage and working on their bikes, but I just needed a moment of cooler air.

Angel intercepted me before I got my cigarettes out.

“Want to go into your bedroom?” she asked, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulders.

She was wearing a low-cut tight white top and skirt, her tits smashed together, spilling over the bodice, the fabric clinging to all her curves.

“No,” I said shortly.

She ran her hands down her waist, and before I could say anything she turned and ground her ass directly into my hard and throbbing cock.

Her shirt had ridden up and I saw the thin satiny line of her white thong, riding on her tanned, toned skin, and I knew from long experience fucking her that she’d be a great fuck.

And it would be so easy, too. It wouldn’t mean shit.

Just a way of relieving this ache in my cock, emptying my balls so I could think straight for the first time in weeks.

It wouldn’t have to mean anything, because it never had meant anything.

Except with Sunni.

But she had made it very clear about what she wanted.

Was I going to give her what she wanted?

To have a chance of getting her back, I couldn’t fuck other women, so whatever the fuck I did, it wasn’t going to be sticking my dick in a club whore.

“Get away from me,” I said harshly. “I won’t be fucking you, or any other club whore, anymore.”

I turned away from Angel’s shocked face.

Sunni might as well have been asking for the goddamn moon.

What she wanted was a regular fucking husband and a family.

This was not in the plan, this was some fucked-up shit.

What I was contemplating was going to screw me over completely.

Was I going to give up power, prestige, and the chance to expand past even Resurrected territory borders?

“What the fuck happened to you?” Teacher asked when I grabbed one of the tools I had been cleaning and headed out to the garage.

“It’s Sunni,” I bit out.

He looked apprehensive, his dark eyes flicking down to where blood was congealing on my arm.

“Raker, what the fuck has gotten into you with that woman?”

I didn’t answer right away. After all, the Saints were supposed to come first. They were my family.

“Sunni is pregnant.”

Teacher’s hands stilled, then reached down for his cigarettes.

“Shit. Not yours, then?”

“She says it’s this guy she’s with now. A Leo. Get Tech to run some background on him, would you?”

“You still want her?”

“Fuck, yes, I still want her.”

My stomach clenched with the knowledge.

“We’ve got new girls.”

“Fuck the new girls. I don’t give a shit about them. I want Sunni.”

“OK, what are you going to do about the baby? Let her bring the baby here? What’s Elizabeth going to say when she finds out? You know that shit isn’t done.”

“I’ll figure it out,” I said. “Do you trust me?”

Teacher sucked harshly in on his cigarette. “Fuck, I don’t like the sound of that.”

“I want surveillance on her,” I bit out. “On him. On her friends. Hell, on that whole fucking neighborhood. I don’t want her to move a toe out of her apartment without me knowing where she’s at at all times.”

Teacher’s mouth curved up, almost reluctantly. “All right. Shit. I don’t know what you’re up to, Raker, but I’ll go give the orders. I wonder if Seek makes his VP do shit like this.”

“Shut up, motherfucker,” I said. “You owe me.”

“You saved my life one goddamn time,” Teacher said. “How long are you going to hold that over my head?”

“As long as you hold me trying to take on a group of Venerated by myself when we were only prospects over my head,” I retorted.

He grinned. “You were fucking lucky I never told the old Prez that or you’d never have been patched in. And clean your arm, dipshit, I don’t want to be hauling you to the ER.”

He left and I washed and cleaned my wound in one of the garage sinks.

Then I sat down again with a wrench and an old bike that wasn’t running.

I thought that I’d find her just as adoring as she had always been, and finding a cold-eyed, contemptuous Sunni irritated and pissed me off more than I had ever expected.

She had made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with me.

But I couldn’t accept it, couldn’t accept that things were over between us.

I laid out the tools that had always relaxed me as the regret gnawed at me.

Going to jail was one thing.

But losing Sunni? Seeing the light of love in her eyes vanished, replaced with nothing but scorn and hatred? I couldn’t accept that.

How had it gone so wrong with her?

She knew what she was getting into, I reminded myself angrily, working on an old-ass bike that was just a hunk of scrap metal, just to work out my anger, have something solid under my fingers.

She knew what was expected of her.

Service all of the brothers.

Obey me unquestioningly.

And she hadn’t done any of that. She had been afraid of the brothers. Obeyed me only reluctantly.

So why did I need her so badly? Why was I fucked up inside because of one disobedient whore?

I simmered in my rage, the other brothers leaving me alone. Even Teacher and Builder knew to stay away when I worked like this, on some crumped shitass piece of metal.

But as my grease-stained fingers twisted the wrench, I knew.

I’d also told Sunni she was my angel, my heart, the only woman I loved.

And I’d promised her she wouldn’t have to fuck anyone else.

Disgusted, I threw the wrench down in the corner with a loud clang.

Fuck

And goddamn Apostle for pushing.

It wasn’t a memory I cared to recall, but I remembered how Sunni had looked. Knees on the ground, mouth open wide.

Your job is to be a mouth to fill and a hole to fuck

Well, goddamn, she hadn’t believed that, had she?

She knew I had a terrible temper, didn’t she?

I hadn’t meant those words.

I raked a hand through my hair.

Fuck me for being a jackass.

How could I fix this?

I tried to identify the feeling under my tongue. It wasn’t familiar to me.

Desperation