Page 21 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

Sebastian

Seb wondered if his married and taken club brothers got off by watching their old ladies getting dressed each morning. Or if it was only Seb’s kink.

For the past three days, he’d followed Sunny out of their shared showers, where he then parked himself somewhere comfortable to watch her go through the same routine she seemed to have about drying, slicking up her skin with lotions, dressing, doing skin care, and then her hair.

He was over-the-top feral for that woman in a way that made him unhinged for her.

Even now, as she effortlessly went about rubbing a coconut-scented lotion into her skin, all Seb was thinking about was ramming all of his aroused inches into her tight throat.

He wanted to put Sunny on the floor, her back to the bed, head lying against it so her neck was exposed, and to fuck into her throat until her eyes were red with tears and she was obsessively sucking out his soul.

He’d never been so one-track-minded about sex before.

Not until he’d started seeing Sunny in a new, dirtier light.

And now everything he thought about her was indecent. Shit that would probably scare his beautiful virgin into running away. That would mean he’d chase her, catch her, and then put her on her knees to say sorry with her mouth latched onto his willing dick.

Watching her as she moved onto the next step, Seb swallowed his groan and heeled a hand over his half-hard dick. He had to calm down with his thoughts, or he’d rut her into the bed, spilling his come in his shorts like a pubescent teen.

Call him mad, but he wanted his ring on her skinny finger before he covered her in his come. He was a romantic at heart.

When he’d told her that the other night, she’d laughed, assuming he was joking. He hadn’t denied it, just held Sunny’s eyes while she’d turned pink, longing on her face. She might not have answered, but he also knew what his girl wanted.

She could wind him around her little finger as easily as breathing.

She hadn’t wielded her power yet. But Seb anticipated it.

She was still shy with their new dynamic, still finding her feet with the new position in his life, but once she was steady, she’d rule over him, and he couldn’t fucking wait for that day to happen.

He’d wanted it for so long. It had been an unquenched thirst in the back of his throat.

A hunger for a woman he’d waited for, a woman he’d grown up with, looked after, and protected like a vicious rottweiler.

Marking his territory long before he’d wanted to admit it.

There was a surge of want through his torso as he lounged in the doorframe, stroking his greedy eyes over Sunny’s petite frame, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, dressed only in a matching pair of panties and bra.

If he could, he’d have her naked 24/7. But though they’d shared showers where he washed her all over and then made her come, she was still shy about shedding her clothes around him.

There was no pressure; it would eventually fade away.

He’d been going at Sunny’s pace for a while now, but was dying to put his foot on the accelerator.

To make her his in every way possible. Seb didn’t feel an urgency for it, and nothing was pushing him other than the deep-seated need a man had for his soulmate.

Yeah, he believed in all that shit.

He had to.

How else could he explain Sunshine if she wasn’t his soulmate?

He felt like he’d been put in her life to love, protect her, and make it his life’s mission to make her happy.

When Seb thought about it, too many variables could have gone a different way, taking his life elsewhere if he hadn’t ended up being Ruby and Preacher’s kid. And then he would have never been put in Sunny’s path to become hers—to make her his.

Inside his chest beat a biker’s heart.

But that biker’s heart belonged only to one woman and always had.

He’d never wanted a relationship, nor had he tried to have one.

Even before his brain let him admit it, the rest of Seb knew tying himself to another woman would have been wrong on so many levels.

And the dark truth was, had he done that, had he not waited for his girl to grow up into the woman she was today, and he’d committed himself to someone else, the day it all fell into place, he would have been a scumbag by walking out on that woman so he could steal Sunny away.

His truth was dark and simple.

He grunted low again as her breasts jiggled when she leaned into the mirror she had propped up against the dresser. Not only did he see the beauties spilling over her lacy bra, but he also got a glimpse of her juicy ass, and his arousal spiked into his bloodstream, burning him from the inside.

She puckered her lips, painting them in something transparent and glossy before she smiled temptingly at him through the mirror.

She knew he enjoyed watching her, so she put on a show for his benefit.

Damn, his Sunny was a good girl.

Seb pushed himself off the doorframe when she started clipping up her hair, ready to put the hot iron through it. Standing behind her, he kissed her bare shoulder.

“I’ll get breakfast ready,” he told her.

“You don’t have to. I should take a turn cooking food.”

“You’re making yourself pretty for me,” he smirked at her reflection, and she pulled a face.

“That’s sexist, Sebastian.”

“Did I lie?”

The little huff said he wasn’t, and he kept his smirk in place.

Sunny’s lips were a drug-craving torment, and he was constantly starving for them.

Not to be poetic, but he could die a happy man if he only had one more of her shy kisses.

He dove, seeing her eyes glisten with anticipation and her mouth slightly open before their lips met.

Right there.

That sweetness pulsed feelings throughout his body like he’d been injected with a grand’s worth of heroin.

Her body was perfection itself, made to torment him when it brushed against his in her innocent way.

His hands curled around the front of her throat as she leaned her back to his chest, humming from her lips.

She was all soft and curvy, with so many tempting crevices he wanted to explore with his tongue.

But for now, he settled on pressing his lips to the side of her face.

For a minute, Seb rolled his hand around the front of Sunny’s throat, feeling each time she swallowed. She was content to watch him in the mirror while she ran the hot iron down the lengths of her hair.

He loved the stillness of the moment.

And when he went downstairs to make the breakfast burritos she loved, a dish he’d learned to cook for her in his spare time, the outside world pressed into his slice of heaven when his phone vibrated.

It was Hawk calling.

The conversation lasted less than a minute. The VP never once had in-depth talks with anyone, but the last thing he told Seb was, “Bring my daughter home.”

The call ended, and Seb frowned, staring at the frying pan with scrambled eggs cooking.

It wasn’t like he’d wanted Hawk’s trouble to continue, but he enjoyed having Sunshine to himself.

She came through the door as he was browning off the last burrito. He’d made two for himself and one for her, knowing she’d probably only eat half because they were huge. Instantly, she came forward and plastered herself against his bare back.

Bliss drained every inch of tension from Seb’s body as she locked her fingers over his stomach.

“Something smells good.” She said, nuzzling his spine back and forth, kissing his skin, causing him to groan, liking it too much.

His Sunny was tactile, always had been. She gave out hugs to everyone like a gift. He’d not always been happy to see her wrapped in someone else’s arms, as innocent as it was.

“Loaded burritos.” He told her, plating up.

Once he’d switched off the stove, he turned and grabbed Sunny around the waist, plonking her little butt on the counter.

She grinned impishly with her unblemished face turned up to his.

She was barefoot and looked like a snack in a tight-fitting shirt over her chest.

“I have good news and bad news,” he started, and some of her sparkle dimmed as Seb stroked gentle fingers around her beating pulse in her neck.

“Okay. What’s the bad news?”

That was his brilliantly brave girl, always willing to face any bad thing first. Seb gave her a good morning kiss on the forehead.

“Your dad called. I gotta take you home.” Knowing Hawk, he’d be timing the journey, expecting Seb within the hour.

“What? Why? Is everything okay? Has trouble escalated?”

He loved how she got down to the center of a conversation and didn’t throw hysterics around first, though she was probably anxious. He stroked her cheek and stepped closer between her open legs.

“They caught the guy. It’s been neutralized.”

She didn’t need to know the gory details of how the guy from Hawk’s past was now eliminated. He wouldn’t put those details in her head.

Sunny visibly exhaled, and her face lost any sense of worry. “Thank god that’s done. Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah.”

“So, what’s the good news?”

He was glad she remembered to ask, and Seb smiled, which made Sunny flirtily arch an eyebrow while waiting. A shriek left her open lips when he edged her closer, and she grabbed Seb’s shoulders like she expected to fall to the floor. That would never happen, not while he was around to catch her.

“Breakfast will have to wait a few minutes, sunbeam. I need my dessert first.”

She caught his meaning when he ran his mouth along her hammering pulse. Then she moaned, and it was game over for how slowly he could go.

With swift movements, Seb removed her sweatpants.

Because he felt like being a dirty bastard and eating her through the lacy material, he didn’t take Sunny’s panties off.

A few strokes along her pussy lips and the material turned darker with her wet arousal.

He loved how quickly she reacted to his touch and could hardly stand not exploring her arousal further.