Page 46 of Priest’s Sunbeam (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #2)

Sebastian

EIGHT YEARS LATER

One thing Seb knew: his wife should never become an actress.

She was so bad at it.

But his mouth twitched at the edges as his eyes tracked her around their bedroom.

On went the skimpiest pair of panties, but no bra.

Sunny wore a white jumpsuit and gold belt when she emerged from their shared walk-in closet.

It shaped against Sunny’s tits and ass like it was his hands holding those sweet parts of her.

Her arms were bare and tanned a light olive from their recent trip to the beach.

A pair of strappy heels was hanging from two fingers. Without prompting, Seb pushed to his feet and took them from her, hunkering down to fasten them around Sunny’s delicate ankles. He stroked up inside the flared pants leg, enjoying the softness of her skin.

Helping her to dress might be a kink, a fetish, or just a courteous gesture from a husband to his wife. Whatever the title, Seb treated it as something precious. But because his girl had a game going, he rose and retook his seat on their bed.

He knew what was coming next when her bottom lip popped out comically, and she slinked her way over to him, eating him up. Once sitting on his lap sideways, her arms looped over his shoulders, her little act began, and Seb suppressed his amusement.

“Sebastian, please! You know, I have separation anxiety when you’re not close. You know we’re dysfunctional and need to be together always.” She whined cutely, nuzzling the side of his face.

He knew this about them and didn’t give a fuck if anyone outside of their relationship thought it was weird. They enjoyed being around each other a lot. It was just how it was.

She gently used her little fist to thump his shoulder when he didn’t relent to her sweet begging. “Seb! Come on! It’ll be fun.”

“About as fun as a flamethrower shoved up my ass, baby.”

She chuckled and then brought her face closer to his. She smelled incredible, and his gut clenched with want. Wanting his wife wasn’t new. Thinking about Sunny put him in a horny mood. He didn’t even have to be around her, but the want was worse when he was.

“I promise I won’t ask for anything else for the rest of forever!” she offered.

“You asked me to build a new fire pit in the backyard last night. Last week, you decided we needed to gut out the basement.” He told her, eyebrow arched. His wife was spoiled rotten, and he loved every second of being the man to spoil her.

“I mean from now! This is a new day of not asking for anything else if you just give me this little thing. Please, my Seb. Please, with sex on top. I’ll do any dirty tricks you want me to.” She nuzzled her lips all over his face, knowing how easy he was to manipulate.

“We’ve done everything. Are there any new dirty things?”

“I’ll invent them!”

He’d only rejected her once and still felt regret over that day. Telling Sunny no wasn’t in his vocabulary. But he loved her sweet begging.

“We won’t be there long, I swear! I have to be there, Seb! You know I do.”

“Tell me again why.”

She huffed, acting princess-like, and he smiled, toying with a lock of her hair.

“You remember how they’d tease me when I told them you were my boyfriend?”

“But I wasn’t your boyfriend, so you were lying.” He said and got thumped for it. “Sunny, you were a teenager. I was a full-grown adult then. And you’d tell all your school friends that I was your boyfriend when I picked you up. They probably thought I was a pervert.”

“Well, it wasn’t my fault I was ahead of time because you became my boyfriend, didn’t you? And now you’re my gorgeous hubby, and I want them all to see you at the ten-year reunion.”

“You want to parade me around like a show pony?”

“Yes.” She laughed and twisted her fingers in his hair, giving Seb more face kisses. “Please say you’ll come with me.”

He faked exasperation. “You lied about it being date night tonight, Sunshine, only to spring this shit on me.”

“I know,” she dared to bat her lashes saucily. “I’m a bad girl and will take my punishment later, but we have to go tonight!”

He sighed and imagined the torture of being stuck in a hotel banquet room with a bunch of people he didn’t give a shit about, and were not from his biker lifestyle.

Of course, he was gonna go with her.

He attended teacher-related parties for Sunny and suffered through those stuffy conversations. Last summer, he and Cain escorted Sunny and Harper to an author convention in New York. Being one of the few men amongst so many determined women was a whole new level of torture.

He’d go to the opening of an asylum if his wife had a fancy for it.

So, not an hour later, he had her hand clasped in his as they walked into a Denver hotel. Sunny was almost vibrating with excitement, and he found her adorable. Seb wasn’t the mingling type, and he parked himself against a wall where he could survey the entire room. He took her purse to hold.

“Have fun, baby.” He hooked a hand around her neck, bringing her sparkling eyes to his. He tapped a kiss on her lips. “Don’t accept drinks from anyone, got it?”

“Got it.” She grinned.

“I’ll bring them. And when you want to parade me around, just look over. I’ll already be watching you.”

“Seb.” She sighed happily and went up on her toes to kiss him. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you little con artist. Make sure you have fun. You’re gonna be railed so fucking hard later.”

“Yay!” she declared happily, and then his wife sashayed off to a group of girls, who all screamed when they saw her and then did some sort of girl ritual with hugs and more screaming.

As promised, Seb stalked through the crowd to put a drink in Sunny’s hand and then returned to his position across the room.

He wasn’t the only partner decorating around the room’s edges while their other halves enjoyed the graduating class reunion.

Seb was the only guy dressed in biker wear, and people gave him a wide berth.

Not that he noticed, because he had a mission already.

Watching her. She was a light, holding everyone’s attention, and she never stopped smiling.

When she turned, he knew she was talking about him, and everyone looked over.

Sunny was beaming as she wiggled her fingers.

Summoning him. Seb pushed off the wall and kept his eyes on his wife.

“This is my Sebastian.” She announced. His hand went to her lower back when he was there. “I told you he’d be my boyfriend one day.”

Everyone in her group laughed.

He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’m your husband, Sunshine.”

Dreamy sighs and a few curious glances from the fellas were thrown his way. If any of them ever had designs on Sunny back in school and thought they might have rekindled something with her tonight, they were about to take their teeth home in a glass jar.

He thought she was too cute as she trotted him out to show him off to different people. His sunbeam was proud of her rough biker husband.

At one point, he saw a guy handing around red cup drinks and tried to pass one to Sunny. Seb was through the crowd in an instant. He nudged the cup away from her with two fingers.

“Don’t give my wife a drink.” He issued. The guy blinked and looked embarrassed. Sunny only grinned at him like she didn’t care if he was causing a scene. He cupped the back of her neck, kissed her offering lips, and told her he’d bring her a plate of snacks and something to drink.

While he relaxed and watched her, Seb took out his phone to check the in-home cameras to see how the oldies were getting on babysitting Peggy.

His daughter was only four months old and the most doted-on kid in the history of creation.

Both sets of grandparents were at his house.

It was babysitter overkill. He clicked through the cameras and saw the Moms in the backyard drinking wine.

The fathers were in the living room. Preacher had Peggy in his arms, but Hawk was standing over him.

Seb snickered, watching them arguing over whose turn to hold her.

Satisfied that his daughter was okay, he slipped the phone away.

It wasn’t long before Sunny traced a path to him and nestled into his side.

“I miss Peggy. Let’s go home, Seb.”

He slung an arm around her waist, happy to be leaving. “Did you have fun?”

“Yep! Can’t wait for the next one.”

Seb only groaned, knowing he’d be dragged to that, too.

The scene he’d watched on the house cameras was much the same when they got home. Only this time, Hawk was cradling Peggy, and Preacher was hovering.

“You’ve had her long enough, VP. Hand over my favorite girl.”

“She’s my favorite girl. Get lost, Road Captain. You can take Ruby home. I got it handled.”

Still curled into his side, Sunny giggled in the archway separating the rooms.

“I thought I was your favorite girl, Dad?”

Their heads reared around.

Hawk answered with a twinkle in his eyes. “I love you, Sunny girl, but you gave Peggy to me; she’s got me wrapped around her little finger.”

Preacher argued, but Seb scoffed and advanced into the room. “Old man, I made her, too, not just Sunny.”

As Seb thought would happen, his father-in-law scowled while he delicately cradled a baby’s head in his massive hand. “We don’t talk about how my granddaughter was created, or I might change my mind about letting Sunny keep you.”

Seb smirked.

As a result, the Moms came in from the yard and joined in on who loved Peggy the most. Gia stole Peggy from Hawk’s arms to have a cuddle. And then it was Seb’s mom’s turn.

“We can babysit tomorrow if you want to go out for dinner or to the movies.”

“Us, too,” Gia added. “The night after, you could go to the club and hang out.”

Sunny sent Seb a smile from her perched position on the arm of the couch, and he winked back. Their joined families were crazy; they were making one spoiled baby because no one ever put Peggy down. But it didn’t bother Seb.

He’d spoil his girls every day of his life.