Seb’s skull heated. “The fuck, Hawk!”
“Relax, the shit didn’t work. Not that I would have let some shriveled-dick teen put his grubby attention on my daughter; I just wanted her to see there were options. But you came back from college, you patched with the club, and I saw the shit clearly, because she came alive again. Her spark was back, as if she could breathe again. There were no other options for Sunshine; she’d chosen her partner too fucking long ago ever to see anyone else. Fuck, I wanted to shoot you in the face after that. It’s hard for a father to accept.”
The cold air puffed out of their mouths.
And then Hawk came down to the step Seb was rooted on, and he palmed his shoulder. “I’d like to think my Gia’s intelligence has rubbed off on me some over the years, but who the fuck knows? But what I know is, I can’t hold Sunshine back from her choices when I would have stolen Gia right off the streets when she was seventeen if I’d had the self-worth to do it. Fortunately, Sunshine isn’t like me; she knows what she wants. If that’s you, Priest, you have my blessing.”
The air left Seb, and he almost felt himself become weightless with relief.
“Fuck, VP. You said all that and still wanted to shoot me in the face at least three times!”
Hawk smirked and clapped him on the shoulder again, turning to walk up the steps. “Remember that my arthritic knees and I will only be a step behind if you go back on any of those promises you assured me of, son. Now get the fuck home. It’s late, and I don’t want you hanging around like a creep.” He said lightly.
Seb chuckled as Hawk closed the door and turned off the porch light, leaving him in the dark. He was still smiling like a fucking idiot as he straddled his bike and rode home.
NINETEEN
Sunshine
It was currently eight twenty-two in the a.m., and Sunny was sitting at a corner table in the local diner on Main Street while she watched Seb stride across the room after giving their breakfast order to the hostess.
That man had a walk on him that ought to be used as a weapon of sexy annihilation. It was all hips and masculine energy that exuded out of him in hot, sticky waves, and she was left a little breathless from watching him.
Sebastian Priest had always been the most devastatingly beautiful man in her eyes, but knowing now he washerspushed that beauty over the edge. She could hardly stand to look at him for how he affected her breathing, but there was no way to draw her eyes back when he was near.
That man was hers.
And she was still reeling from the fact days later.
He’d left her in bed last night with a wicked orgasm and his arms around her until she’d fallen asleep. And he was back at her house this morning when she stumbled down the stairs, looking shocked with her electrocuted hair and bed-worn cheeks, to find him sitting in her kitchen.
He’d arrived earlier to take her to breakfast, and Sunny’s heart swooned.
Not only because he’d taken hold of her hand as they were outside the front door, but he’d captured it in his again as soon as she climbed off his bike and unclipped the helmet for her.
Holding a boy’s hand was such a little, non-consequential thing. But the boy in question was Sebastian, and her heart was stuttering with giddiness. She smiled when he pulled his chair closer to hers.
The server had followed him, so Sunny couldn’t react to the fact that Seb placed his hand high on her thigh and squeezed her gently. After pouring their coffee, Sunny reached for the jug of fresh cream and poured in a load, adding sugar.
“Add some coffee to your sugar pile, baby,” Seb smirked.
“We don’t disparage my get-up-and-go juice, Seb. It’s punishable by Hawk law.” She warned with her finger in his face. He laughed, giving her thigh another squeeze, and while they drank coffee and waited for their order to come out of the kitchen, he left his hand right there, warming through her leggings.
She was deliriously happy that Seb was tactile. It would be a fate worse than death to have a non-affectionate boyfriend. She would have had to train him like she trained her guinea pig to run up her arm when she was eight. Thankfully, Seb came already affectionate in his factory setting.
“What’s the smile for?” he asked.
“I was thinking about training you like I did with Piggy Stardust.”
Seb’s eyebrows jumped up. “To do what? All that little prick did was bite me.”
She’d forgotten that, and it made her laugh, remembering how Piggy Stardust always charged over to Seb and would nibble on his hands.
“He was my protector.”
“He was a jealous little shit. He could sense I was the number one man in your life, and he didn’t accept it.”
Aww. She melted inside and covered Seb’s hand with hers.
