That would be a first for the son of the president.
“Who fucking knows with Lily? No one knows what’s going on there. Hero won’t say.”
“Have they been dating?”
“You know as much as I know,” Answered Tanner, “I never caught any vibes from them. I thought she was dating some CEO yuppie.”
He’d ask Sunny later.
And now his wife was in his head. It was time to find her. He ditched the empty bottle into a nearby trash can and told Tanner he’d see him early for their last family breakfast. He strode over and plucked Sunny out of her seat, making her laugh as he strode off with her in his arms and into the clubhouse, where it was quieter.
“Do you want to go home?” he asked, placing her on his lap when he fell onto a couch.
“I enjoy hanging out. But we can head out if you want to.”
“Long as you’re happy.”
“Sebastian Priest,” she said, looping both arms around his neck. She came closer and nuzzled his nose with hers. Her smile lit him up from the inside. “Don’t you know yet? The day I met you, I was the happiest girl alive.”
“Sweet talker,” he gruffed, feeling the same. Seb caressed a hand down her spine and back up to clasp her around the nape, keeping her face close enough to see the flecks of light blue in her eyes. “But what I wanna know is, will my wife become a dirty talker tonight in our bed?”
“Fuck me, not something I wanna overhear.” Alpha was walking by at that precise moment. Seb saw his friend grimacing before striding across the clubhouse floor toward the back door.
Sunny was giggling on his shoulder. “I think we frightened Alpha.”
“He’ll survive. Well?” his fingers danced along her nape, and he watched Sunny’s eyes flare with desire. He loved touching his wife and watching how his hands affected her.
“Do you mean I should tell you to fuck me and never to stop?” she whispered against his lips, and Seb’s body went solid all over. He groaned into her lips, forcing them open for the dirtiest kiss until she was mewling around his tongue and gripping his hair.
Lust burst out of Seb’s gut, and only a shred of sanity made him stop before he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed his throbbing dick into his wife right there on a club couch.
Nothing on earth felt as good as when he joined with her.
His fucking soul outside of his body was his Sunshine.
Every day, she led him around by the heart, the invisible thread keeping them fastened tight together.
In whatever life they were in, if there were others, he knew he’d be chasing that woman like a randy dog, begging her to let him worship her.
“That’s my dirty girl,” he praised, watching how she blushed shyly. “I love you, Sunshine.”
“I love you, my Seb.”
How different things might have been if he’d never come into her world and let a tiny, curly-haired, toothless sprite claim him as her best friend.
They sat there for a while, cuddling and discussing the coming weeks.
Eventually, Sunny fell asleep, cradled in his lap, and he pulled his discarded gray hoodie around her, letting her sleep for a few minutes before he took her home. Then Hawk strode through and stopped in the room, spotting them.
Something like acceptance passed through the VP’s eyes, and Seb jutted his chin at his father-in-law. He knew Sunny was protected and loved beyond measure with him. Hawk nodded back and strode off.
And that’s where Seb stayed for a few minutes.
He had his universe in his arms as she sleep-talked about wanting balloons and a new baby cow.
Fuck him. How was he going to wrap a baby cow for her next birthday?
He smirked, then kissed her forehead.
