Page 27 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

Sebastian

The burn of lust started at Seb’s gut and spread out like a forest fire.

“ Oh, fuck .” He groaned, letting his head hit the tiled wall behind him. The same wall held him up as he arched into his stroking hand.

Every day, for months, longer still, he’d dealt with the same problem, but he was sure he hadn’t been this hard in his life.

With another grunt, the scalding water from the square showerhead above him poured hot and strong against his body, giving him tingling sensations in his groin as the stream hit him just right, making his fantasy act out all the stronger.

“That’s it, my Sunny baby. You wrap those virgin lips around my cock.” He groaned, going from tip to balls and back again in quick succession. “Show me how you suck your man and make him fucking feral for you.”

His mind played over the millions of ways he’d fuck his woman, and picturing her on her knees while she struggled to take him into her throat was in his top five.

Fuck, his Sunny was spectacular, and he knew how she liked to be an overachiever.

There was no doubt in Seb’s mind that she’d play with his cock until she burned him alive, until he was her willing master, showing her what her body could experience.

He wanted it all with her.

And like every night since he’d allowed his feelings for Sunshine out of their cage, his self-serving climax came quickly as he imagined her sucking, stroking and fucking it out of him.

He came with her name ringing around his wet room until he groaned and finally let his cock go.

Still semi-hard, he dipped his head under the waterfall and let the spray wash his come-soaked stomach and hands before pressing the electronic button to stop the shower.

Then he sent his eyes to the waterproof shelf; his phone was propped up, and his girl’s face was on the screen.

She was incredible, with her wide eyes drowning in lust and her lips so pink and relaxed as she panted like she had just sucked an orgasm out of him.

Seb smirked and stepped up to the eye-level phone.

“Did my girl see enough, hm?”

“Seb.” she breathed, her hands on her cheeks like she was partly scandalized, yet turned on to the maximum. And he loved seeing it.

Seb’s heart was still racing from the exertion.

His cock still ached for more. Jerking off only ever took the edge off his need for Sunny; he was never fully sated, and knowing she was watching him get himself off had only made the hunger that much worse as he watched her slake her tongue over her lips, staring at him.

A few nights ago, after pleasuring Sunny, she was sprawled across his lap in his truck after another date, and she’d asked how he coped with being so in control about not sleeping with her yet.

Her eyes had gone cartoonishly large, hearing how often he was jerking off, so he could keep a lid on his animalistic urges.

By the end of the night, his sunbeam stunned him when she told him she wanted to watch him jerk off. Then she’d begged so fucking sweetly.

What the hell could he say? He wasn’t in the business of telling her no for anything.

“You okay, baby? Did I frighten you?” he knew he hadn’t.

It had been nine days since the drive-by, and they’d been on nine dates since, and he’d brought her to orgasm more than once every night.

He recognized that look on her beautiful face.

His girl was a mass of hormonal lust, and he wanted to lean in and lick her skin from top to bottom, tasting all that scorched need she was exuding.

“The size of you did. You are scary big.” She told him truthfully, and Seb grinned, grabbing a towel. He rubbed himself dry. She was always honest, was his little sunbeam. “But that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. When can I watch it again?”

Seb’s lids lowered at her eagerness, and his cock renewed like he hadn’t just come his brains out minutes ago.

If he weren’t picking her up in twenty minutes, he’d seriously let her watch him stroke another one out, but wanting to be in Sunshine’s orbit, putting his arms around her, and hearing her laugh directly in his ear was more critical than climaxing.

“If you were my wife,” he told her as he finished with the towel and tossed it in the hamper in the corner. “You could play with my cock as often as you wanted to. And I’d encourage it often, Sunny. Morning, noon, night, and the time between.”

He wanted to be owned by her.

It was a throb in his chest that was getting louder as the days went by.

“Ask me properly.” She pulled a face at him as he slipped into a pair of dress pants. The restaurant he was taking her to was a five-star establishment, and only his Souls connection had gotten his name on the booking for tonight on short notice.

She still thought he was joking about wanting to be her husband. It was cute.

“I’d ask you, but I’m a traditional romantic. The man has to do the asking and the promising.”

He turned and winked to find her eyes all over his ass.

“You are unbelievably handsome. You make my stomach hurt,” she whined.

Enjoying her attention, Seb finished getting dressed and running his fingers through his hair before patting on some cologne. He didn’t bother shaving today. Sunny liked his face scruff; she rubbed her cheeks on it often enough for him to catch that clue.

“Sunbeam, you’re sexually objectifying me,” he rasped.

“I’m allowed to! I’m practically your old lady.” Damn straight, she was. She didn’t know how close she was to being his old lady and his wife. “I only need the ring, wedding certificate, and Property of Priest patch.”

She’d done it now.

It was the first time she’d mentioned wanting his Property patch, though it was a given that it was hers. But hearing her say it sent a bolt of lightning through Seb’s sternum, and he strode to his phone, grabbing it to face level. Close enough, he watched Sunny’s pupils enlarge.

“Sweetheart, you have ten minutes to finish getting ready, and then I’m coming for you.” The way he growled made it sound like a threat.

Maybe it was because Sunny saying she was waiting for his Property patch had his guts churned on fire, and the last vestige of control broke in half.

He wanted to own Sunny Hawk so fucking badly, to be with her twenty-four-seven.

“O-okay, my Seb,” she stammered, smiling shyly like the little brat knew how fucked up he was about her.

The call ended, and he prowled through the house, collecting the stuff he needed to meet up with his favorite person.

His phone rang before he reached his F-150. Because the night was brisk, he depressed the lock before he answered the call and climbed in as he heard Alpha’s voice.

“I know you have your big date with little Sunny. It’s all you do lately.”

“What do you want, Alpha?” he cut in.

Alpha chuckled. “I thought you’d wanna know. I just finished a meeting with the Sheriff, and they still have no leads on the drive-by.” It appeared to be a random hit without association with the club.

“That’s nothing we didn’t already know. But diners don’t get shot up for no reason. Has Lawless finished looking into all the customers there that morning? Anyone on a list?”

“Clean as a whistle. It makes no sense. We would be the only reason for a drive-by if we were basing it on who was there. But there’s no connection. Hawk’s problem was plugged up, and there isn’t any blowback off that.”

“Right. Keep me in the loop if you find anything, but as of now, I’m off the clock, so don’t need me for shit, Alpha.” The other guy laughed and told him to enjoy his night.

Sunny was waiting on the stoop when he pulled up, looking stunning in a knee-length striped dress. He held a hand for her to stay right there when it looked like she would dart down the steps. He walked up to them and stooped down to kiss her hello.

She turned sweet in his mouth.

“Hi.” She smiled, and his heart flipped over. He was so fucking crazy about her. It was unreal.

“I come and collect you,” he told her, “don’t run down to me like that.”

She frowned and then jabbed him before slipping her hand into his. “I was excited. Can’t I get excited to see my boyfriend?”

He grunted a reply, and she laughed.

Seb was a biker down to his soul. Some would say tough around the edges, but he was learning she loved chivalrous shit, and he loved doing things that made Sunny happy.

The young kid’s eyes lit up when Seb threw his truck keys over to the valet to park once at the restaurant. But they weren’t so animated a few hours later after eating dinner.

“Sir. I don’t know how it happened. Our parking lot is secure as fuck.

I mean, it’s secure. Oh shit, I’m gonna get fired, aren’t I?

I need this job to get through college. I swear, I parked it carefully.

It’s a sweet as fuck ride, and it was my dream to drive an F-150.

I even put it in a private spot, so no one dinged it when parking the other cars. ”

Seb was crouched next to his hundred-and-twenty grand Raptor, the light on his phone showing him where the tire was slashed. All fucking four tires were slashed, so it was no accident.

Not wanting Sunny to be cold, he removed his dinner jacket and offered it to her.

“Who would do this?” she asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine, baby. I’ll call a prospect to bring the tow truck and take it to the garage.”

“S-sir,” the boy spoke, “I am so sorry. Should I go inside and get the manager?” His face balked, as if he wanted to do anything but get the manager.

Either Seb was targeted, or someone vandalized his car out of envy. It was Souls’ business, and the restaurant manager could do nothing.

“Nah, kid. I’ll handle it.”

“Seriously? For real? Oh, man, you’re a lifesaver. I would for sure lose my job if he found out.”

Seb called the clubhouse, and the prospect was on his way. He also hailed a cab and ushered Sunny in first, so she’d stop shivering. However, he turned to the kid and gave him a hundred bucks.

“I can’t take that, not after what happened.”

“Nah, take it. And if the fucknut inside fires you, come and look for me at the RSMC garage.” He told the kid to watch out for the tow truck and to give them the truck keys.

“Holy fuck, really, man? Thanks! Thanks a lot. You two have a good night, sir.”

“You big softie,” Sunny said, cuddling into his side when he slid in beside her and gave the cabbie his address. “I’m sorry about your truck, Seb.”

Curling an arm around her shoulder, he kissed her forehead. He put the truck shit out of his mind. That was for him to investigate tomorrow.

Tonight was for focusing on Sunny and putting his ring on her finger.