Page 41 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

In every way, his well-being and happiness were essential to her, as breathing was to her lungs.

So, soothing him in the way she knew would work wasn’t hard to do as she tugged at the belt of his jeans, hearing him grunting his pleasure into her throat when she fished inside and brought out his already thick cock.

That’s what they did to each other. One look, one touch, and they were on fire.

“Sunny,” he hissed, listing his heavy body closer to hers, cocooning her in his shadow. She felt his need radiating like a state of emergency warning.

Her man needed her, and she was here to provide whatever he needed.

For the next minute, they were a fight of kisses and dragging at clothes until only the necessary ones were moved out of the way.

Sunny was already burning and wet; she didn’t need foreplay, and from the shape of Sebastian grinding into her stomach as he ate another kiss out of her, he didn’t need working up, either.

“Come on, Seb.” She rallied him and taunted his sense of need, which she sensed he was holding back for fear of hurting her. She was made of sterner stuff than that. “Give me all that rage. Hand it over to me, my love.”

It was her, my love, that did it when she heard him hiss, and then he shoved her back against the garage concrete wall. There was a quick pain through her spine, but then it was forgotten when Seb’s hand stole between her thighs, rubbing his full palm on her mound.

“Give it all to me,” she repeated until Sunny met his eyes, almost black. Smoldering eyes. Feverish. All hunger and shimmering with unmasked sin stared back at her.

There was her brown-eyed boy. There was her man.

Her eternal love. Her soul outside of her body.

His voice sounded tortured when he whispered her name, licking into her mouth.

Sunny felt a sudden increase in temperature between her legs, causing her to squirm against his body and yearn for his fullness.

His kiss turned pornographic as he fucked through her lips with his tongue.

She felt the second he notched his cock at her entrance, how she shivered and angled her hips back, keeping her leg around his waist. The other calf burned with the stress of taking all of her weight.

But even as her muscles hurt, the soaring temperature of Seb’s need as he grabbed and kissed, as he pawed at her ass and fit his cock into her with a solid thrust, jarring the breath out of her, the tendrils of lust curled out of control in that garage.

“That’s it,” she gasped, feeling so full it almost hurt.

Sebastian always took his time working his length into her because he was so big, but her wetness meant he’d pushed inside in one go. Now she was fit to burst, and Seb’s exhale puffed over her face, and he cupped her hip tightly. His lids were heavy as he stared into her eyes.

Seriously, she could stare at him all night. He was impossible to resist. Smoking hot. So exceptionally gorgeous, she couldn’t see straight. She was obsessed with being by her husband’s side.

“Sunshine,” he groaned like he was in pain, and that tugged at her heart, needing to make him feel good, even for a moment.

“You need to fuck me,” she told him and watched how her statement and use of dirty words put chaotic fire in her man’s features as he bared his teeth and punched his hips forward, nailing Sunny to the wall.

It wasn’t even about seducing Sebastian.

She was still learning all about her body, his body, and what they could do together, but one thing she knew for definite: her man was ready at a moment’s notice without the slightest provocation from her. She could breathe in his direction, and he’d have a thick outline on his pants.

She loved that about her Seb.

Seduction wasn’t her motive, but it helped.

He was seduced all the same when he went at her with heavy lust, slamming himself into her softer, wetter body as her sex walls gave around the thick intrusion. Pleasure bloomed from the soles of her feet, and she moaned into his seeking mouth.

His ravenous gaze held firm as he moved faster, driving his powerful thrusts into a dizzying swirl of possession. Sunny was overwhelmed by the sheer erotic thrill as her breath held.

“More,” she hushed, biting his lips.

“Fuck, Sunny, baby .”

He looked at her like he’d never seen her before.

She was happy to see those dark shadows had eviscerated, his expression raw and open as he continued drilling in and out of her clasping body. The wet sucking noises were a symphony with their shared pants.

His nostrils flared, and then Seb demolished Sunny’s lips again.

The following few thrusts were rapid and perfect. Her pleasure went out of bounds, coming on a trembling cry muffled by Sebastian’s mouth.

Her belly exploded with pleasure, sending sparkles rushing through her blood. Her breath caught in their next frantic kiss. He sucked the air out of her as his hips pistoned, and then Seb reached his finish with a masculine grunt, burying himself as deep as he could.

Seb cupped the side of her face. “I love you,” he rasped. “I fucking love you so much.”

It wasn’t the first time they’d shared those words.

They’d been saying them for years, but now it meant something different, and emotion locked up her throat as she touched fingertips to Sebastian’s chin, her lower lip wobbling as she smiled up at him, her insides turned to butter. “I love you, too, Seb.”

“You are my harmony. My sanity, my anarchy, my everything.” He breathed against her forehead.

He braced his arms above her, then dipped his head, their lips naturally touching and breaths coming in spurts, sharing air as one.

“Goddamn, you feel good.” He licked and kissed his way back to her mouth like an erotic wave of bliss.

The unhinged moments she craved like an unquenched thirst, but for weeks, he’d been so gentle with her, like he thought she might break if he fucked her as wildly as he needed to.

He grunted beyond discernible words, beyond reason. So she gave him the time he needed. And then Sunny angled her head back, offering Seb her open mouth and every piece of love she’d forever hold for him.

She didn’t have the details yet about what had happened today. That would come, but he was here, safe, and no longer shaking with anger.

Her fingertips walked down his relaxed jaw when she told him. “I’ve got you, my Seb. I’ve got you.”

“Always,” he replied, meaning he’d have her, too. Always . It was a promise.

Exhaling, Seb dropped his forehead to Sunny’s shoulder, recharging himself.

“I love you in ways that terrify me, Sunny, because I know there isn’t anything I won’t do for you.

You might as well call me your dedicated fucking foot soldier, willing to slay bodies at your feet, if that’s the only thing that will make you happy. ”

“You make me happy. You always have, you sweet boy. Now kiss me like you mean it.”

He grabbed her by the back of the neck as he drew her nearer and crushed her lips underneath his, licking with a force that sent her knees shaking with lust. He was such a good kisser.

She hated any other woman who’d had his lips before her.

But in the end, that didn’t matter, she decided, because she’d be the last woman to kiss Sebastian.

He wasn’t the only devoted one.

She’d be downright sadistic if other women were flirting with her Seb.

He was such a jarringly beautiful man.

All hers.

They’d waited eons for each other.

And now she had his last name and his love.

Some women had far less, which made Sunny the luckiest of her species.

She had the love of a man who would fight to protect her, be with her, and always be on her side, even if she was flat-out wrong. The very thing she felt for him, too.

“I want to stay inside of you,” he groaned, bumping her with his pelvis.

“When we go to bed later, you can stay inside me all night. How does that sound?”

“Fucking perfect, wife.” He smirked at that, and she smiled bashfully in return.

When Seb detached them, she felt a loss she hated, and when he tucked himself back into his jeans, her eyes widened. He seemed to catch what her eyes were saying as he smirked again. “I’m keeping your pleasure all over my cock, baby.”

God, he was filthy and romantic.

Her cheeks burned with love as he helped her into her panties and jeans. He rose to his feet and patted between her legs. “And I want you soaked with me.”

She nearly swooned with renewed lust.

They’d physically sated what was inside Seb, but were far from done. But the rest would have to be bookmarked until they were alone.

When Seb pulled out a foldable chair, he tugged her across his lap and pressed his lips to her throat.

“My wife fucked me right.” He told her, and she smiled. She angled his head back with a hand under his chin. “I needed you close all day, Sunny.”

“You looked fierce when you came through the door. I had to work fast. Are you feeling better now?”

“Yeah,” he rasped, knocking his nose against hers. “You recharged me.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“We found little. We were about an hour late to catch him at his motel; he’d already left.”

“I’m sorry, Seb. It means he’s still in Colorado, though, right? You’ll catch him.”

They stayed in the garage for twenty minutes, talking and reconnecting with grounding touches before joining the guys, who’d moved out onto the decking and were happily drinking.

Holding Seb’s hand, he kept her close. She caught Tanner looking their way, appearing uncomfortable, as he held a beer and rested a hip against the railing.

Sunny didn’t smile at her brother-in-law as she once would have, and she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to forgive him.

But he was Seb’s brother, and he’d supported Seb well, so she tolerated his presence.

They spent the next few hours with their friends, drinking and washing away the day’s frustration.

That night, as promised, Seb fucked her senseless and slept buried inside her. Their bodies clung around each other like they wanted to fuse as one soul.

And as tension-filled as the day had been, it was a great way to finish it.