“Did Hawk suggest you shoot me?”
“Yes, he’s so sweet, looking out for me.”
“So am I!”
She lifted her eyes, and he wanted to bang his chest like a caveman for his girl to hero-worship him again. She was driving him mad.
“You’re hardly sweet, Sebastian.”
“Come around this table, and I’ll show you how sweet I can be. You won’t think about shooting me.”
She turned pink and then red. Seb willed her to come to him, but she stayed rooted in her seat, nibbling on toast. That lucky piece of bread. He’d give up everything he had worked for to have Sunny nibble on him.
Seb was fortunate to have a front-row seat to witness how authentic relationships were nurtured. It’d be a total guess where he’d be now if his birth parents had raised him.
He saw how Preacher worshipped the ground Ruby walked on and wasn’t afraid to lose his masculinity in front of other men to show that worship.
His feelings for Sunny had always been deep. And when they changed, it took a minute to accept those changes.
But his devotion to her hadn’t waned.
It had become more possessive.
The air felt charged, and he was about to confess everything and lay his feelings bare when Sunny said. “Can we go for a ride? I don’t care where.”
“Sure.” He’d agree to almost anything.
After eating, they cleaned the kitchen and took off on his bike.
Seb didn’t have a destination in mind, but they ended up in Utah anyway, and he finally brought the bike to a stop at a bluff overlooking the entire city.
“Woah, it looks like ants down there,” Sunny remarked, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed down from the bike, the wind ruffling her hair. Seb propped his ass against his motorcycle, ankles crossed, watching Sunny’s enjoyment of the view. “I think I can see Axel’s MC from here.”
“We’re not going to the Diablos compound,” he reminded her, and she turned her bright smile on him, almost like old times when she’d tease him. Realizing she’d almost been friendly with him again, her smile vanished.
“I never asked to go there. I hear Atlas might take over soon as the prez.”
“How did you hear that?”
“I know people.” She shrugged.
Seb felt a surge of jealousy intensifying in his gut. If she were hanging out with anyone from the Diablos, he’d have to keep tabs on them.
“Atlas Tucker is a serious head case. He’s a robot, and he’s not keen on Alpha, so that’s gonna be a shitshow to look forward to when they’re both in charge of their clubs.”
“He seems alright,” Sunny interjected, and Seb growled low.
“Sunny, if you keep singing the praises of other men, I’m gonna lose it.” When she turned with a surprised look, he beckoned her over. “Get away from the edge.”
“The ride here did nothing for your grumpiness.” She remarked, standing beside the bike, but not close enough to him to satisfy Seb’s need.
He burned for this girl, and she’d put up walls around herself.
THIRTEEN
Sebastian
Because she persistently shuffled away whenever he drew near, Seb took a deep breath, the comforting scent of her vanilla and amber shower wash momentarily soothing his frustration. The delicate skin of her neck invited his nose to dip and inhale her scent. He quickly reached out and grabbed her belt loops with two fingers, pulling her close to his chest. Her mouth went slack with surprise, and her eyes unmasked for a second. Seb saw feelings there, and he almost turned feral with the urge to crush her pink lips and kiss his need into her so she’d realize he belonged to her.
