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 hipagainst 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.
THIRTY
Sunshine
The weekend rolled around, and Sunny was glad to have some time off from schoolwork. Her eyes were burning from writing so many essays. Seeing another textbook before Monday would be too soon for her.
She smiled as she climbed out of bed, knowing there were two full days to spend with her husband doing whatever they wanted. And Seb had promised to take some time off, too.
Her weekend mission was distracting Seb.
After a hot shower, she slipped into a lingerie set to burn the eyeballs out of his skull. In high spirits, she danced towards the kitchen, expecting to find a tall drink of water in front of the stove.
However, the kitchen was empty, and worse still, there were no coffee or food smells.
Frowning, Sunny searched each room, out into the backyard and garage, and found his motorcycle gone. It wasn’t unknown for him to go to work early, especially if he had commissions to catch up on. His skill was highly sought after. Every biker across the country wanted Seb’s designs on their motorcycles. But he never went out without letting her know first.
Starting the coffee machine, she pulled out her favorite yellow mug Seb had bought her one birthday years ago, then scrolled to her recently called thread to call him and counted the rings until the voicemail kicked in.
A frown pulled at her forehead. Not altogether worried because he could just be busy. It got noisy in the auto shop, and he wouldn’t hear the phone.
Sunny spent the next few hours doing chores and sorting through her coursework for the upcoming month. As lunchtime approached, a nervous feeling started to grow in her chest. Deciding not to wait for Seb to come home, she’d meet him at the club compound, so she grabbed the car fob and locked up the house. Only to realize she’d forgotten her purse with her cell phone and wallet when she was on the corner of their street. Heading back to the house, she picked up her things and noticed a missed call and a voicemail. No one ever left voicemails these days, and she nearly swiped to clear it without listening, assuming it was a telemarketer, but some instinct told her to press play as she walked to the front door.
She smiled when she heard her hubby’s sexy voice.
Okay, now she couldn’t be angry with him when she caught up with him in a few minutes.
