Page 22 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

While Sunny’s thighs quivered under his hands, and her eyes were bright with lust, watching him, he didn’t wait around, not when his tongue was hungry as fuck. Holding her legs open, he pressed his face to the piece of heaven.

Inhaling her, she was sweeter than ever and smelled like she wanted to experience her first fuck. It took a herculean effort not to give in and take her against the kitchen counter, but he wanted to do it right, to fuck Sunny for the first time as his wife.

Forget asking why he needed it—his need was absolute.

But it didn’t stop his tongue piercing through her soaked slit when he pulled her panties to the side.

On that kitchen counter, he ate her like a man on borrowed time.

Before long, he’d have to take her home and share her once more with her family.

Hawk would not let Seb move in, would he?

He’d put a bullet in his chest if Seb suggested it.

But the thought of not being with her around the clock turned his veins cold, and the more desperate he was, he licked her hidden clit from its hood until she came clutching his hair.

Long after Sunny was coming down from her climax, Seb continued to lick, savoring the spiciness of her arousal, already addicted to having his mouth on her.

Like he was a gentleman, he let the material snap back into place, though the crotch was now soaked, and he smirked.

He leaned in and kissed her mound and rose to his fuller height, licking her taste from his lips.

Seb helped Sunny down to stand, then helped her step into the sweatpants.

She snuggled into his chest when he rose again. “When do I get to be that generous, Sebastian?”

“When you’re my wife. Park your little butt. Breakfast is getting cold.”

“Whose fault is that?” she huffed, partly smiling through her blush as she slid onto a chair he held out for her. He noted Sunny was staring at his bulging crotch as he grabbed their plates. Smirking, he loved turning his girl pink and shy.

“You gonna deny me my dessert, huh?” he asked, sitting beside her.

She buried her head in the burrito, but he heard her mumbling. “Nope.”

Another smirk twitched his lips, eyeing her like a snack. She was so fucking gorgeous. He was impatient for everything and more from Sunshine, and he’d had to hold himself back from pushing her too far. “I thought not. Eat your food, Sunny.”

“Is it crazy that I’ll miss this little house?” she sighed at the front door a while later. Seb had already loaded their stuff.

Nah, Seb got it. He was feeling melancholy as fuck at the prospect of having to take Sunny home when he’d die a lucky man having her all to himself for the rest of forever.

“This isn’t a long-stay place, baby.” He told her, a hand on her lower back so he could lock up behind them. Sunny stayed close, holding the corner of his cut absently. “But I’m gonna have you at my place a lot, so it’ll still be like we have a quiet spot.”

“Really?”

Seb drew her close and let his head hang low to look Sunny in the eyes.

“You ready to tell me you’re mine yet?”

She grinned. “I’m considering my options right now.”

All he heard was that he had to make her come much more if she was still in the consideration stage.

Once she was seated on his bike, he clipped the half helmet under her chin.

“I’ll let you into my secret, sunbeam. I’m ready to move you to my place today. You tell me you’re mine, and I’ll make it happen.”

The world seemed to stop spinning on that discreet bumfuck street as they stared at each other, and his heart was clutched in her tiny hand.

Nothing had felt righter than those words he’d just said.

When Sunny stared, she seemed to come out of her shocked trance, and she pursed her lips at him, tutting. “Look at your jokes. Be careful, Mr. Priest, before I take you up on everything you’ve said. Including the wife thing. Then where would you be? Stuck with a clinging wife, that’s where.”

Sign him the fuck up .

He was ready to call Pastor Danny to bring his marriage book.

As soon as he was settled on the seat, Sunny nestled into him, two puzzle pieces perfectly made for each other, and he covered her hands with his palm.

“I wasn’t joking about that either.” The engine roared, and he spoke to her through the two-way helmets.

His girl poked fun and badgered him to go faster the entire way home. She was a menace for speed and was beaming when he stopped outside Hawk’s house, which had a high brick wall around the property and an electronically controlled iron gate. Seb pressed the call button, and the gate opened.

Before Sunny could skip up the front steps, he took hold of her waist, turning her to face him.

“Before life kicks in again,” he started, “You don’t wanna say you’re mine yet, I get it.

But two things you should know. I already know you’re mine.

It’s inevitable. And I’m yours, Sunshine.

That comes with knowing I’ll be a vicious fucker if people don’t understand that. ”

“You’re such a tough talker.” She teased, leaning into him, and Seb was ready to swoop down and take her mouth when he heard.

“When you’re done being Don Juan,” Hawk said gruffly.

Sunny reacted by gasping at being caught in a man’s arms. But seeing as that man was Seb, and he’d been the only man destined ever to hold her, he didn’t react and kept a tight grip on her waist as he faced her father.

“We were just headed in,” he told the other man as Hawk gave him the dead stare he was known for.

There was so much Seb had learned from that man.

As a pseudo uncle growing up as a lost boy, and then as his VP when Seb worked his ass off to earn his Souls’ patch.

He’d gone to the man many times over the years for advice.

Aside from his father and the prez, Hawk was the one Seb respected the most, so he knew he had a fine line to walk for Hawk to accept him as Sunny’s man.

Pasting on his confident grin, he walked her up the stoop steps, holding her hand. A move Hawk didn’t let go unnoticed when he scowled at Seb.

“Hi, Dad.” Seb felt the loss when Sunny slipped her hand out of his and flew into her father’s open arms. He stood back and watched, knowing that if there were ever a time when Seb wasn’t in the world, he’d be soothed, knowing Sunny would have people at her back to love and care for her.

It was a bleak thought and not something he’d considered before.

Dying wasn’t high on his thought list, but premature death was sometimes inevitable for bikers.

They’d buried more than a few over the years.

Some were because of natural causes, while others were not.

Watching Sunny smiling up at her father and how attentive Hawk was with her as she fired questions at him, Seb could reckon he’d be the same way when he had a daughter. Overprotective like a bear if any man came sniffing around her, too young or at any age.

With that in mind, he stepped up the last step, close enough he could touch Sunny if he wanted to, and he fucking wanted to. He’d have to play it carefully with Hawk accepting him.

Or spirit Sunny away to a foreign country where no one could find it. She loved the snow, and Canada got lots of fucking snow. He could speak some French, and he liked poutine. He’d keep that in his back pocket if it came up.

As Hawk switched his watchful gaze his way, Seb grinned at the VP’s warning wariness. He was going to make the best father-in-law. Should he call him Pops now?

“Delivered back safe and sound,” he announced. Sunny sent him a bright smile, and he savored every twitch of her lips, wishing he’d kissed them more before they got here.

He already missed those lips.

Maybe Hawk saw the direction of Seb’s stare or could read his deviant thoughts, because Seb wasn’t deaf when he caught the VP growling.

He stifled his grin and hooked a hand around Sunny’s waist.

“Can I say bye to my girl before I take off?”

“Your girl…” Hawk repeated gruffly.

“Dad, it’s brand new.” And then she sent a frown to Seb, and he felt the stab in his chest. “You’re not staying?”

“I should go to the club and do some work. I have commissions stacking up.”

“Oh,” she popped out her bottom lip, and Seb’s teeth tingled to bite the full lip and savor her taste. He figured Hawk wouldn’t appreciate him mauling his daughter right there on his stoop.

Right then, he saw Gia approaching from the doorway; she smiled at him. “Thank you for keeping our girl safe, Seb.”

“It was my pleasure.”

Another glare from Hawk and Seb nearly choked from inhaling his laughter.

“Are you staying for something to eat?” Gia asked him.

“I wish I could. I need to get to the club.”

“Yes, you do.” Hawk scowled.

“Dad!”

“Colton.”

“What? He did his job, and now it’s completed. Does he want a gold star?”

Seb chuckled at Hawk’s sour face as his wife laughed and moved by him to go back into the house.

“I wouldn’t mind one. Will you put it on my chest, sunbeam?” He caught Hawk’s deep exhale before he turned in the doorway.

“Come inside soon, Sunny.” And then he left them alone. Sunny was pulled into his arms a second later, and he felt right again.

“I’m gonna hate being away from you even for a minute, baby.” He shared and felt her inhale against his chest. “You’re gonna miss me?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” She teased and pressed a kiss to his chin.

It wasn’t the goodbye kiss he wanted, but he connected their closed lips for a few seconds.

“Call if you need me,” he said, promising to see her soon.

Sunny remained on the stoop as he climbed onto his bike and started the engine. He half-grinned and lifted his chin to her silly waving.

Lockdown might have ended, but he’d already tied himself to Sunny.

Not even the wrath of his VP could untangle him from her now.

Unless Hawk decided to kill him.

That threat would always linger in the VP’s mind for fucking sure.