Page 24 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

Sebastian

Tossing aside the towel he’d used to dry his hair, Seb pulled on his jeans and a fresh gray t-shirt, leaving his club cut hanging on the door handle. He pushed his socked feet into a pair of working boots, grabbing his keys by the door.

He was at Hawk’s house not long later. The VP wouldn’t be happy that Seb had turned up so late, but his heart had led him here. Sure enough, the light was backlit behind Hawk, standing in the open doorway when he parked in the port.

“Gia won the bet.”

Seb raised a brow as he climbed the steps. “What bet?”

“She was sure you’d be back today. I told her you wouldn’t darken my door so soon.”

Smirking, Seb rubbed his hand on his mouth. “What did she win?”

“Five bucks. What are you doing here?”

“Sunny can’t sleep.”

The sigh coming out of Hawk was like a breeze from the Gulf of Mexico, and trying to respect the older brother and his soon-to-be father-in-law, Seb attempted to smother a grin at Hawk’s frustration. His pale blue eyes narrowed like he could picture murdering Seb on his stoop.

“Sunny will be fine.”

Smiling openly, Seb was only a few steps away from Hawk, barring the doorway.

“Are you gonna be this passive-aggressive when I’m your favorite son-in-law, VP?”

“There’s nothing passive, son.” He batted back.

“Will you let me in to see Sunny?”

“If you think you’re spending the night here, I’m about to send you home in pieces.”

“Old man, don’t break a hip trying to take me,” he joked.

Hawk could probably rip Seb’s head off and be sitting on his sofa again before Seb’s head stopped rolling down the porch steps.

His name wasn’t legendary for no fucking reason.

“I’m not staying the night. Just wanna see my girl so she can sleep.

” He took a different approach and then shut his mouth, waiting for Hawk’s stare to conclude.

When he walked back into the house, leaving the door open, Seb took it as an invitation and stepped onto the tiled floor of the foyer. The curved staircase was on the right, leading to the second and third floors. On the left was the lounge. He could hear a TV playing.

“You gonna be around when I leave?”

Hawk gave him a look, and a raised pale eyebrow told Seb he would stand as a centurion in the foyer until he came down the stairs. That was fine; he needed to speak with the VP, anyway.

He’d been in the house many times, but never went to Sunny’s room.

However, she’d told him where it was, and he’d seen it on video calls.

The door was slightly ajar when he strode upstairs and along the hallway.

He pushed open the door and watched her spring up in bed.

There was only the light from the nightstand lamp, illuminating shadows around her room.

Nothing caught Seb’s attention in the bedroom other than the woman in the queen-sized bed.

His heart immediately clattered in his chest.

“Sebastian!” she gasped in a hushed whisper, looking behind him like she expected an army to storm through. Or her over-protective father. Sure enough, she asked. “Did you lock my dad in a closet?”

Chuckling, he shucked off his jacket, tossed it on an armchair, then bent down to unlace his boots, kicking one off, then the other.

“Something like that, baby.”

While taking off his boots, Sunny pushed back the covers and rolled up to her knees.

Rising, he was met by her beaming face and a cute gesture of outstretched arms. Her hair was loose and messy around her shoulders. Her face was bare. One side of the t-shirt she wore slipped off her shoulder, and Seb thought he’d never seen a more beautiful woman.

His gorgeous pest knew how to punch a hole through his heart straight to his soul.

“I didn’t think you’d come over.”

“Yes, you did,” He amended for her, approaching her bed. “You knew what those texts would do, Sunshine. Is this how it’s gonna be, huh? You leading me around by the nose?”

She had the gall to throw him a pretty smile, wiggling her fingers for him to come closer in a grabbing move.

When he was standing at the side of the bed, Sunny threw herself into his arms, wrapping him tightly.

Seb sighed with relief, not realizing how much he’d missed her, though it had only been hours.

His arms banded around her body, holding fast.

“Not quite your nose.” Seb caught her muffled words against his neck, and he chuckled. Pulling back, he held her face. “You’re a bad girl. Now get comfortable so I can send you to sleep.”

She did it quickly, looking up at him with eyes full of lust and want, and it sent heat down to his groin.

He needed to call on the strength of ancestors he didn’t know to help him endure being in Sunny’s bed and not fucking her with everything he had.

She was a temptation he was no longer hiding from.

“Are you staying?” she sounded excited. Her eyes were so gorgeous that he had to swallow before lying down next to her, but with Sunny underneath the covers.

“Until you’re dreaming.”

She pouted, but scooted as close as the covers allowed. He lifted an arm and tucked her into his body. Sunny’s face found the side of his neck.

“It was hard to sleep without you.”

“Move into my place, and you won’t have to sleep alone again.”

“Be serious.” He earned a smack to his stomach. He captured that hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing along her knuckles.

“I am. It’s you who assumes I’m joking.”

Her head reared up. “You’re not joking?”

“No.”

“About anything you’ve said?”

“No.”

“That means…”

“Go on.”

“That means when you said no sex before I married you. You meant it for real.”

“That’s right.” He reassured.

“Oh.”

It was one of the few times Sunny was speechless, and Seb would have to remember that trick for another time.

It was less than a minute before she was struggling out of the covers, elbowing him in the ribs as she climbed out and sprawled half over him. Now there was no barrier between them, and Seb sighed as he palmed her ass when Sunny arched her leg over his thigh, re-situating herself.

“That’s better.” She hummed, wiggling.

For her, maybe. For Seb, it was fucking torture when all he wanted to do was strip her down to the warm skin and fuck screams out of her.

“You’re gonna be a tiny menace, aren’t you?”

She laughed into his chest. “Only if I can’t help it. Will you mind, Seb?”

“No, baby.” He told her the truth.

He’d waited too long to get her right where she was now. She could be the biggest spoiled brat, demanding his attention around the clock, and he’d be a happy jerk.

Some people were made to fit together.

He didn’t need to analyze it to know why, because he felt it all over in the deep places only Sunny owned.

“Are you ready to sleep now?”

“Not yet.”

“I thought not.” He smiled, “Bring that mouth up here,” he told her, and she reared up, almost sitting on his chest in her rush to kiss him. Seb caught a knee in his stomach this time, and he grunted, but gripped her thigh. They fell into an easy kiss.

She tasted like home, and Seb sank his passion into that kiss, knowing he couldn’t take it any further, though his skin and bones were screaming to take her until she was wet and shaking.

And when the kissing went on, Sunny sucked his tongue, accepting every dirty dance around hers while she ground herself against his stomach.

His control snapped, and he slid his hand off her ass and around the front.

He found her panties damp before he slipped his hand inside and cupped her warm mound.

The pleasure was practically a sound ringing the bells through his ears, and the way she mewled into his mouth caused his heart to ricochet like a pinball machine.

He was hard in seconds.

Soaked in Sunny’s arousal, his fingers played with her like he had on those nights they were at the safe house.

She was a dream come true.

The woman he wanted more than he’d wanted anything.

There were so many things he could live without and be okay with. But the thought of being without Sunny, even for a day, was unthinkable. She was as much a part of him as his skin and veins were.

She was soaked in his soul.

She was every thought and dream.

Sunny was on a pedestal constructed by his hands when he thought about the future.

He still couldn’t figure out what she saw in him. Seb was no one special. Except for Sunny, he was special, and for whatever reason, she liked him. And that was good enough for him.

Sunny made a hot, sexual sound. It rumbled down his throat and into his stomach.

He’d only been teasing her pussy, easing out all of her wetness so he had something to take home with him dried on his hand, but now, as Sunny’s mouth turned feral, he angled two fingers and pushed them inside her, using the pad of his thumb to torment her slippery clit.

If he was going to hell, he would go there knowing he’d made her whimper into his mouth and gush all down his fingers.

There was a lot of beauty in the world, but none more so than Sunny Hawk, even better as she panted into his mouth, twisting her fingers in his hair as their kisses changed tempo and became sweeter, eager, and perfect.

He was going to get himself shot for finger-fucking Sunny in her childhood bedroom, but there wasn’t a soul on earth who could stop him from pushing into her tight hole, mimicking what his cock was raging to do.

He hadn’t minded going without sex.

Being celibate was just part of him. Like he was brown-eyed or a coffee drinker.

It wasn’t like he thought about it daily.

Only now, how he felt about Sunny, did he realize why he hadn’t bed hopped in the past decade.

It was because of her he’d known, on some level, that he was already taken.

And that had fucked him up for a long while when he thought his body hadn’t worked or wondered why another woman’s touch revolted him and made him feel guilty, like he was a catholic priest diddling a nun in the confessional.