Page 34 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

Sunshine

“Oh, my poor thighs, I don’t think they’ll ever recover.

” Sunny declared dramatically, letting her husband help her down from his Harley.

Her fingers gripped inside his larger hand, so her aching muscles wouldn’t hurt so much.

She saw the smile he was trying not to let free, and she scowled up at his beautiful face, which she loved more than ever. “It’s all your fault.”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Are you, though? You don’t look sorry. You look smug that I’m sore all over, especially… down there.”

Sunny was used to riding long journeys on the back of a bike. She’d practically been raised on a motorcycle. The ride wasn’t her current problem.

It was the screaming soreness between her legs that was the issue. Being straddled on a vibrating machine for hours compounded her agony, though she’d had a good, long soak in the bathtub this morning before they’d set off.

“If I knew sex with a goes-all-night biker would make me walk like I’d endured six back-to-back Pilates classes, I might have bought a plane ticket instead.” She whined, leaning into Sebastian’s frame as he slipped an arm around her waist and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Baby, hearing you talk about my spoiled dick only makes me happy.”

“I think your… dick,” she hesitated using the word, “needs to get its own hotel room so I can recover for the next month.”

“Nope,” he laughed. “We go where my wife is.” His arm nestled her closer, and his lips touched her temple, making Sunny melt like a puddle. She was an affection hoarder, and no one gave affection better than Seb.

“Let’s get checked in,” Seb said. He’d already sent their luggage on ahead so they could ride his bike. “So I can tend to all my wife’s aches.”

Sunny shivered in delight.

As much as she knew her vagina needed the rest, having Seb’s sexual attention for the past twenty-four hours had been better than she’d imagined.

The man wearing the platinum wedding ring was a stallion in bed. And out of it. Especially in the shower. There was no one to compare him to, but screaming orgasms didn’t lie.

As they walked toward the towering hotel, Sunny’s mind raced with a whirlwind of explicit memories from the past day.

The best day of her life.

Her fifteen-year-old self would be break dancing now if she could only know that not six years later, she’d be walking into her honeymoon with their dream man.

At fifteen, love had carried her pining heart and shadowed Sebastian for a decade and a half by then. She’d firmly been in love, as much as a teen girl could be in love.

Fast forward to the present, and the dream came true in abundance.

“I hope this place has eggs Benedict on the menu.” She mused as they approached the door held open by a fancy-dressed doorman.

Just looking at the red brick building with the gold trim made Sunny think it smelled expensive.

They weren’t hurting for money, but she wasn’t the type to throw money at things frivolously.

“It’s a five-star resort. It’ll provide a basket of kittens wearing hats if that’s what you want.”

“Oh,” she said, making Seb grin. “I might have to rethink what I want then.”

His voice was a pure temptation as it dropped lower. “What is it my wife wants?”

His wife . She would never not be giddy hearing that from him.

“You,” she answered.

Seb would always be the answer to what she wanted.

“You have me.”

“Yeah,” she grinned at him. “I do.”

They were checked in, greeted by the friendliest concierge, and then shown to their penthouse room, where their luggage had already been waiting for them. Sunny gaped, impressed.

The view of Wyoming was even better.

Four days away from home sounded amazing. Though she was used to the constant drama and gossip of MC life, Sunny appreciated the upcoming peaceful days with only Seb. No writing assignments or work.

She could just love bomb on her man and enjoy every second.

He emptied his pockets, dropping his money clip, keys, and phone onto a large dining table when she sneaked up behind him and wrapped both arms around Seb’s waist, her face nuzzling his back.

He smelled good. But then, he always did.

“I have so much planned for us,” she shared happily.

“Oh, yeah?” she heard the amusement in his tone as he unlaced her fingers but kept hold of her hands, bringing Sunny across his lap when he parked himself on a dining chair. “Does it involve you being naked and my mouth somewhere on that nakedness?”

“Sebastian.” She laughed, somewhat shy and partly turned on. She loved how openly he expressed his desire for her. And to be truthful, she was on board for his suggestion, too. “We have to leave the suite sometime.”

“Who the fuck said that?” both of his eyebrows rose into his hairline, giving him the cutest boyish look.

“Me. I said it, your darling, adored wife.”

“Mmhm?” he smirked, his lips tapping hers as Sunny looped both arms around Seb’s shoulders. A memory of holding those broad shoulders last night while he railed her into the shower wall, bringing her to a fabulous release, bombarded Sunny’s mind, and the breath whooshed out of her lips.

Man, that was a good time.

The best.

But all the times they’d had sex so far were the best.

While Seb brushed his mouth against her thumping pulse, she fingered the back of his hair and enjoyed the attention. A God among men. A titan of sexuality. His claim of having only two female partners in nearly a decade—far fewer than she had assumed—left her feeling elated.

Her man had been celibate this entire time. And most of that time had been because of her. What a head rush that was.

No wonder he could keep going and going last night.

It explained how every muscle ached today.

Sunny knew, with only a day’s worth of experience, she was going to become a sexaholic. A proper, whorish wife. And she couldn’t wait.

“You’re deep in thought.” His husky voice rumbled against her neck. Using his hair as an anchor, Sunny brought Seb’s head up to look him in the eye.

“I was thinking about last night.”

Seb tapped a kiss to her lips.

“Did I do you right, Sunshine?”

There went her heated cheeks again, and this time, Sebastian snickered. So Sunny had to poke him.

“You know you did, you terrible boy. It was worth the wait, wasn’t it?”

“It had to be because I couldn’t fuck you when you were eighteen when I wanted to.”

Her heart swooped like it was flying on a kite.

Sunny took hold of Sebastian’s face, admiring every masculine edge. He should be on the cover of Men’s Health magazine, wearing tight black briefs and showcasing his glistening six-pack. She’d buy every copy so no other female eyes could admire her man.

“But did I do you right?” she asked, needing a little assurance for her first go around with sex.

She’d get better, she vowed. She was terrific about studying.

But hey, he’d been celibate, so Sunny reckoned even if she’d been bad, it would still be good sex compared to getting himself off.

“I know I wasn’t doing the instigating.”

She’d thought about that on the drive earlier, about how she should have taken part more, and wondered if Seb had minded taking the lead.

The kiss crushed on her lips, forcing them open like a bossy dominant, all but corralling her tongue until she mewled, and then he pulled back.

“You could lie there like a fucking corpse, and I’d still be having the best sex of my life because it’s with my woman, my fucking perfect wife, my Sunny . ”

Oh, he was waging a war on her heart, and Sunny fell deeper in love with Seb by the second.

“I wanna fuck you morning, noon and night, Sunny, as many times as I can. Being connected to you that way is a matchless feeling. You get me?”

She did. She felt the same way and couldn’t articulate the feeling until Seb had put it into words.

“Marrying you yesterday was the best day of my life. You know that, yeah? Watching you walk toward me in that beautiful dress and seeing you smiling made the waiting so worth it. And even without the best sex of my life, I’m happy, Sunshine.

Being near you makes me happy. You make my world spin. And now you’re all mine.”

“Best sex of your life?” she bit her lip, smiling, and Seb burst out laughing.

“I pour my guts out telling you how happy you make me, and all my virgin wife hears is about sex? I’ve created a pervert in twenty-four hours.”

Once they stopped laughing, the atmosphere swirled with soft emotions. No truth was more accurate than how crazy in love Sunny was with Sebastian.

So, she took the initiative and kissed his face.

“We’re on our honeymoon, so honeymoon me, husband.”

Seb growled, grabbed Sunny’s waist, and gently threw her on a soft-cushioned white couch. He followed her down on top of her.

And that’s where they stayed for most of the afternoon. Making out, talking, eating snacks, and fooling around without going all the way for sore reasons.

That night, she dressed in a floaty knee-length dress, her hair clipped on top of her head, and her wedding ring sparkling under the chandelier in the hotel restaurant.

In his black jeans and casual shirt, Seb caught more than one female gaze as they walked, hand in hand, to their table.

He kissed her bare shoulder as he seated her and took the opposite chair.

“What’s that look for?” he half-smiled after the server had taken their drinks order.

“Just my stud muffin getting admiring looks from everywhere.”

Bless him, Seb didn’t even look around to see who might be watching him. His eyes burned as he grasped her hand, adorned with his ring, and kissed her inner wrist.

“I only give a shit if you’re looking at me.”

“You know I always am,” she confessed. “I’m what stalking was named for.”

“My little shadow.” He smirked, and Sunny preened under his observant attention throughout dinner.

Once the four courses had been shared and devoured, Sebastian went to the bathroom, leaving Sunny enjoying her end-of-meal coffee in little sips when she sensed a presence approaching their private table.

She thought it was their cute server and turned to smile at the girl around Sunny’s age, but it wasn’t her.

It was a man, maybe in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair, shorter than Seb’s six-foot height. He looked friendly enough as he stayed a distance away, but smiled at her.

“I hope you don’t mind me coming over before I leave.”

“Do you need something?”

“No, I just wanted to say you and your man look like newlyweds and to congratulate you both, if you were.”

“Oh,” Sunny laughed a little at his astuteness. “Thank you. Yes, we got married yesterday.”

“That’s great. Here, this is on me as a gift.

” Then she noticed he was carrying an open bottle of champagne, the expensive kind, and two flute glasses.

He placed them on her table. “It’s good to see young love.

Anyway, I’ve disturbed you enough. Enjoy your night.

” The man, dressed in a sports coat, turned and walked through the restaurant even before Sunny could thank him.

Within a minute, Seb returned and retook his seat. “Did you order champagne? We could have gotten some sent to our room.”

“No, some older man must have been watching us, and he came over with it to congratulate us.”

Seb frowned. “Congratulate us for what?”

“He said we looked like newlyweds. It was cute, Seb.”

He shot his gaze around. “Where is he?”

“He already left.”

About to pour for them, she was stopped by Seb.

“Don’t touch it.”

It was Sunny’s turn to frown. “What do you mean? It’s a gift.”

“That some strange fucker stopped by when I was away from the table to give you.” Suddenly, Seb was on his feet, pulling Sunny to his side. “Come on, we’re going upstairs.” He hooked up the bottle and left the glasses, taking Sunny’s hand, nearly speed-walking to the elevator.

Getting a weird vibe from him, like the air had suddenly turned frigid, she trotted after him down their hallway and into the room, where she watched with amazement and confusion when Seb took the large champagne bottle into the bathroom and poured the lot down the sink before dumping the empty bottle into the trash.

“Seb. What’s going on?”

His face was tight as he kicked off his boots and untucked the shirt from his jeans. “We don’t take gifts from strangers.”

“It was an old man, or at least much older than us.”

“Don’t care if it was Santa Claus. If he was watching us, why not wait until I was back at the table? It’s weird as fuck he came over when it was only you.”

“Okay,” Sunny said slowly, watching how Sebastian no longer looked relaxed. “You’re making me feel a type of way, Seb. Is this something to worry about?”

When he sent her his gaze from a few feet away, she felt the stare down to her stomach and shivered at how deadly her sweet boy looked. But then that look vanished, and Seb smirked, approaching with slow steps.

“What’s worrying is why my wife isn’t out of this dress already.”

Okay, that was nice, and any tension she felt for that weirdness drained out of Sunny as she giggled when he caught her around the waist, crushing them together, making Sunny raise on her tiptoes, though she would never match Seb’s height, only if she had a step stool.

“Maybe you should take the dress off me,” she suggested, hoping he would.

And then the heat returned to the room. Shimmering between them, burning her skin as Seb’s hands moved sensually, mapping her body, cupping both breasts.

“My fucking pleasure.” He growled.

There was only one thing on Sunny’s mind for the next few hours before she slept.

And that one thing was Sebastian.