Page 17 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

He reciprocated with a scrape of teeth, and she whimpered his name. Wanting more. So, so much more of everything. He wanted all of her right now, in the dirt.

He wanted to fuck his ownership on Sunny until she was in no doubt where his head and heart were at.

Not want—need like life-giving air. Like the blood flowing through his veins, she was just as vital to Seb. Each beat of his heart was about Sunshine.

For forever, he couldn’t think of when his heart wasn’t hers in some form.

But now it was more, and it screamed for him to take her, to breach that last divide, to own the woman who had claimed him long ago.

He was in a war with himself, knowing on some level he was going too fast for her to handle, but nothing felt logical about how good their kisses were, how addictive and mind-blowing her mouth was underneath his.

All he could think about was taking . He was drowning in his girl’s moans and breathy pleas.

He had two good palms full of her squeezable ass, bringing her deeper into his erection when the phone in his back pocket shrilled. It startled them both.

“ Fuck .” He cursed, breathing like he’d run from the cops.

But the interruption came at the right time, even if his body hated him for breaking off from her wet mouth.

“Your butt is ringing,” she remarked, her voice huskier than he’d ever heard it, and it sent a zap of pleasure to a cock that had no business being so goddamn hard as it was. With one arm around Sunny, he grabbed his phone and almost groaned, seeing her lick her lips.

“What?” he snapped into the phone.

“What crawled out of your grave?” his brother asked.

“What do you want, Tanner?” he asked impatiently, his eyes tracing Sunny’s face as she stared at him. Their connection sizzled like a live electrical wire.

“I’ve been trying to call Sunny, but she’s not answering.”

A surge of irritation went through his chest. He’d put Tanner out of his thoughts. Now he remembered he’d have to deal with that minor issue.

For a crazy second back then, he thought he’d step aside, be Sunny’s best friend, and let things happen between Tanner and her. It was a momentary glitch, knowing in his gut he would have killed his brother the first time he saw him kiss Sunny.

Sunny was always his girl. There was no denying the truth.

If some slight shift in the universe put Tanner and Sunny together, she could never love Tanner in the same way.

Because Seb was her man. He accepted that now.

“She doesn’t have her phone. What do you want?”

“Is she there? I wanted to check in.”

Seb narrowed his eyes, his fingers finding Sunny’s pulse, a frantic rhythm against his touch; then his thumb traced her wet, swollen lips, pulling down her bottom lip to explore the warmth within, feeling her breath hitch.

“Let me talk to him.” She mouthed.

Seb’s eyes flared, and he couldn’t give a shit what Tanner was saying as he muffled the phone in his chest and dipped down to slam his mouth on Sunny’s, forcing her lips open, and she leaked all his frustration out of his body with one flick of her tongue.

For five seconds, it was just the two of them, and the kiss was unreal.

“Are you even listening to me?” he heard when he put the phone back to his ear.

“Nope. What the fuck do you want?”

“To talk to Sunny.”

Eyes held firm with Sunny’s, he mouthed, “Tell me you’re mine.” She smiled but shook her head, so he shrugged.

“Nope, she’s busy.” He told his brother. Then she wiggled her fingers at him for the phone.

“Are you mine?” he mouthed again.

“You’re acting crazy.” She muttered, but stayed right there in his arms. He smirked and rolled his thumb against her lips again. This time, she captured his thumb and bit down hard. Rather than pain, Seb felt a sharp inhale of lust.

He’d make his girl’s dreams come true if she wanted to play rough.

“What the fuck is going on, Priest?” Questioned Tanner. “You’re supposed to be at the safe house with Sunny.”

“I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” he said directly to Sunny, watching her eyes turn dreamy. “Sunny will talk to you later. We have shit to do.”

“That was rude. Tanner wanted to talk to me!”

“And I didn’t want him talking to you.”

“Why not?” she frowned, watching him push his phone away into his pocket.

“He has a thing for you.”

She scoffed. “Tanner does not have a thing for me. We’re friends.”

“Like you and me are friends? We just ate each other’s tongues.”

Sunny blushed red. “It’s not the same. You’re acting crazy right now, Sebastian.”

“I’m acting like a possessive man over his woman when another man shows interest.”

Without warning, Seb spun her around and placed her butt onto the bike seat, pressing her into the leather until he was folded over her like a greedy motherfucker wanting to tattoo himself on her skin.

His head dropped, and he captured her lip in his teeth, biting the plumpness, sucking it into his mouth, drinking her moans like they were wine.

There was no way he could keep his kiss civil, not when he slipped his tongue inside, taking her open invitation to wrestle with hers. With the knowledge he’d kissed her now and imprinted her taste on his memory, Seb vowed there wouldn’t be a day he didn’t kiss his girl. His Sunny.

Her touch dampened the jealous rage he felt inside until it simmered under her gentle touch. His cock twitched at her nearness as he pushed the way between her legs, driving up against the softness, and he strained further with every swipe of her tongue.

“You’re addictive as fuck, sunbeam.” He rumbled against her mouth, feeling how her ribcage expanded under his hands. “So sweet,” Keeping her lower lip hostage between his teeth while she clawed her hands up his chest, Seb grunted. He loved her needy desperation to touch him.

“Open your mouth, let me in,” he demanded. “Give me more of that sweetness. I need it, Sunny.”

“Kiss me,” she breathed. A jolt of bliss punched through his gut, knowing how she would lead him around by the dick if she asked him for things in that breathy, needy tone. He’d give her the world on a gold platter and do it happily.

They groaned as one, and that’s when Seb found his head again. He wasn’t going to fuck her on a grassy bluff overlooking Utah.

Another time, he would, but not today. Not for the first time, he worked his way into her pussy. He was planning on tangled sheets and four walls for that, so he could make her scream his name off every surface.

Hunger tore through Seb’s heart, a ravenous urge to wrap her legs around his waist and to drive his rigid, starved cock into the softness between her open thighs.

Through that red haze of lust, he forced himself to detangle his body from around Sunny’s and to recall that the world still existed outside of the burning desire.

When he eased back a step, he stroked her flushed face.

Her cheeks pinked up with arousal, but she avoided his eyes like she was embarrassed about eating him alive.

He allowed himself one more taste, rasping against her mouth.

“I’m gonna be kissing you a lot, baby. Your mouth loves my tongue going deep, doesn’t it? ”

“Oh, my god. Who let arrogant Sebastian out?” she half laughed, pushing him aside. She stepped away from the bike. Seb smirked, watching her try to compose herself. He’d make it his mission to keep her in a state of frustration if she blushed like that for him.

He rubbed a hand on her back. “Let’s get back, and we’ll make some food.”

Once she was safely on the back of his bike, her arms latched around his waist, he turned his head. “You mine, Sunny?”

“Just drive, arrogant boy.”

“That means yes,” he smirked, revving the engine.

Patience didn’t come naturally to him, but he figured that the things worth waiting for made a man patient enough.

Sunny had claimed him forever ago.

It was only right that he claimed her back.

Even if she wanted to fight him the entire way.

He knew now she softened for his kisses. And he wasn’t above using whatever weapons he had to get his girl.