Page 36 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

Sunshine

Discovering they had a stalker had dampened their brief honeymoon.

Once Sunny heard what had happened from Seb, she didn’t want to leave their room for fear that something terrible would happen to him. She couldn’t think why someone would want to mess with him, but she matched his concern.

“I’ll make it up to you, sunbeam,” Sebastian told her, his mouth to her forehead, two days later, once they’d arrived home.

“There’s nothing to make up. I had a great time. You were there,” she teased, nudging him. “You know I did.”

Instead of smiling, her grave man looked her in the eyes and repeated his promise. “We’ll go abroad this summer. Pick anywhere.”

“If you’re there, I don’t mind where.” It was the truth. “But Italy!” she grinned, and that’s when Seb smiled.

“You got it.”

“And because they’re so close, it would be a shame not to slip into France and Germany. Oh, and England. We have to do England, Seb! I want to have high tea.”

“What the fuck is high tea? You’re not getting stoned.”

Sunny dissolved into a fit of snort-giggles.

“Hey! I’m a married woman now. I can get stoned if I want to.

” She poked his ribs as he ushered her into the house in front of him.

It smelled of pine and lemon, like it had been cleaned only recently.

Though she was giddy to be home—her new home, where she would live with Sebastian—she felt a wash of guilt because she should have thought to have the house cleaned and ready for them to return.

And it hadn’t occurred to her like it had to Sebastian.

In the kitchen, he pulled open the fridge, and yep, it was fully stocked with fresh produce, and there was a big bowl of fresh fruit on the island counter.

Sunny lost points on day one of being an adult wife, and her shoulders deflated a little.

“Who stocked the fridge?”

Seb looked over his shoulder as he poured them two glasses of orange juice.

When he only smiled, Sunny narrowed her eyes. Suspicious of her gorgeous hubby.

“Are you gonna get pissed if I say it was the club groupies?”

Sunny shrugged a shoulder. “I know you haven’t fooled around with any of those women, so I’m fine.”

“You are too cute.” He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I hired a local housekeeper to come in twice a week. She stocked the pantry, too.”

“You better be careful the next time you try to make me green with jealousy, Sebastian Priest,” she warned, squinting at his smiling face. “I know stuff, you know.”

“Oh, yeah? What stuff?”

“I can’t tell you that because you’d know it, too.”

“There’s that sweet Sunny logic again,” he smirked. And then she was in his arms because he’d grabbed her and put her there.

“Welcome home, Sunny.” He said, cupping the side of her head.

“It feels like I waited years to get you here.” Seb pressed their foreheads together, inhaling slowly, as if savoring the moment.

She lifted on her tiptoes to compensate for their height difference so she could reach around the back of his neck.

“I was ready years ago to move in. It was you who took your time getting me here.”

“I know.” He agreed. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’re making a lot of things up to me. I foresee many spoiled days ahead. Yay for me,” she said, and Seb laughed.

The following minutes were spent being kissed in the kitchen.

Then he kissed her in the living room, carrying her around the Spanish-style bungalow for an official welcome home tour. They kissed in every bathroom, even the spare room full of boxes. It was all of her stuff from home to unpack at her leisure.

But when Seb carried her into their bedroom, she figured he’d had ulterior motives when he gave her a look so saucy she nearly said a Hail Mary for how scandalized she felt.

And for the next few hours, rolling naked around their bed, Seb welcomed Sunny home in the best way, with aching orgasms and sweaty cuddles.

Sunny’s married days all merged into each other. They didn’t come up for air for nearly four days. However, reality soon intervened, and life had to resume.

Work for Seb and Sunny’s online classes started that same day.

“Have you got everything?” he asked from the home office doorway. He’d set it up, especially for her.

“Yep, I think so.”

He’d been hovering for an hour, bringing her a jug of water and a bowl of snacks and ensuring the room was warm enough to take the first of her two online classes. His attentiveness was addictive.

Instead of heading out to work, she watched Seb frowning as he looked her over, and then he advanced into the office again as she turned on the computer.

“Do you have to have the camera on for the classes?” he asked.

“Maybe? I’m not sure yet. It depends on what the professor says. Why?”

“I don’t want some dirty old man looking at your tits, Sunny. Do you wanna change tops?”

Looking down at her chest, she saw nothing indecent about her plain white T-shirt with a slogan. She was even wearing a non-fancy bra underneath.

“No one is going to be looking at me like that.”

“I look at you like that,” he counted, scowling all cute-like.

“And my professor is a straight older lady. Is that better, my jealous hubby baby?”

“Maybe.” He said seriously, then bent over her. “Give me that mouth.” She gave it and was left dizzy when their kiss ended.

“Get out of here, or we’ll end up naked again,” she told him, giving Seb a little shove toward the door. Not that she wanted him to leave. Her attachment issues were a real thing.

As Sunny had assured, no one in her class looked at her chest when the cameras were turned on. Four hours went by fast, and thanks to the bowl of snacks, she got through excellently and was full of sugar.

Once she stretched her stiff back, she printed out her notes to work on later.

After a brief call with her parents, she sent another flood of texts to Clover. Most sat unanswered, like the last few she’d sent while on her honeymoon. Sunny knew her sister was fine because her mom told her Clover was at school.

She’d decided to drive to school and surprise Clover for lunch when she heard the roar of a motorcycle pulling into the garage. Her heart puttered in her chest, and she waited for the familiar footsteps approaching the back door.

And then Seb was there, filling the doorway.

Sunny didn’t recall taking off running until she’d launched herself into his arms, latching on with her limbs and kissing him madly over his face.

“You’re here.” She said between frantically happy kisses.

All it ever took was the sight of him coming through the door or climbing down from his big motorcycle for her heart to trip over itself. Sunny was drunk on the existence of her husband.

“I missed you.” She shared.

Surrounded by solid muscle, his weight, his heat, his hunger—she felt all of him as he lassoed his arms around her, holding fast.

There was never a day she’d not given Seb her heart. It felt like she’d breathed for him since she was born. Her heart had always just been his.

Now he’d taken her body, and they were one in every way possible.

Some joked that she had an unhealthy and dysfunctional attachment to Seb. Were they new around here? Of course, she did.

“I missed my husband.” She extended the last word because she liked how Seb’s eyes darkened when she said it. He growled as he reached up to palm the back of her head, and then he took her mouth for a scorching kiss.

She was set on fire by his lips. When it ended, his gaze devoured Sunny whole.

“Need you,” he told her in a hoarse whisper.

And she was okay with that and helped to rip their clothes off.

They went all directions in the kitchen, and then her bare butt was laid on the cold tiled floor.

She was being fucked so profoundly, so thoroughly, Sunny saw galaxies behind her eyelids as a rushing orgasm tackled her like a linebacker.

While kissing in a hot tangle on the kitchen floor, Sunny mapped over the ridges of Seb’s back as he continued to move languidly inside her, his pleasure groaning out of him.

The aggressive bulge of his cock still stretched her deliciously tight, though their releases were over, leaving only a wicked shudder in its wake.

Her fingers danced across his exposed shoulder blades and around his neck.

Each ragged breath caused his muscular stomach to tense; his broad chest and powerful shoulders, sculpted from years of hard labor, strained with the effort.

Seb was so perfect…and all Sunny’s.

Her husband by law and her heart.

All hers.

Her universe.

The look on his face—flushed, heavy-lidded, and blazing with desire—was one she never wanted to forget for as long as she lived.

With a hum of bliss, she half-curled into Seb’s ribs when he detached their bodies and pulled her nearer again. His hand dropped to her ass.

“This peachy ass drives me crazy.” He shared a hot-as-hell rumble.

A joyous laugh bubbled out of her throat as she stroked a hand over Seb’s forehead, sweeping the hair back. “My butt likes you, too.”

“Does it?” he looked cunning, and her lips rounded open in an O shape as she got his meaning. Seb squeezed, and lust renewed low in her abdomen.

“Hold your maracas there, Eros. I was a sex trainee until recently, and now your dirty mind is thinking about butt sex.”

“That wasn’t a no,” he smirked, then chuckled, biting her bare shoulder.

“Of course, it’s not a no. Just no butt stuff today. I’m shy.” She lied, and Seb laughed now.

She loved this. Lying naked on their kitchen floor, laughing together. It was so domestic.

“But,” she said, biting her lower lip and tipping her head back to look at her husband. “I think if I’m not saying no to it, you shouldn’t say no either. I hear boys like it, too.”

It took her brilliantly bright man a second to grasp her meaning, and his eyelids became heavy as they lowered.

“I’ve never told you no so far. Why would I start now, sunbeam? You wanna try new kinky shit? I’m the man to try shit with, got it?”