“Seb was a big help here, Sheriff. If not for him, everyone would have scattered. He kept everyone in place, calmed them down, and checked on the injured.” Sunny spoke up, pissed that he was pointing the finger, albeit subtly, at Seb and the Souls.
It didn’t matter how much good the club did for the town or how much revenue it generated for every business, thereby enriching the city. They were also the most significant protection. The town had the lowest crime rate, and drug dealing rapidly became extinct. That was down to the Souls and had been that way for decades. But as soon as there was any hint of trouble, it was their MC door that the cops came to first.
She felt Seb’s hand on her neck, soothingly squeezing her.
“We’ll give that statement, Stewart, then I’m getting my old lady home. You know where I am if you have any more questions.”
So that’s what they did.
For a while, they spoke with the cops, and then they walked hand in hand to his bike, heading directly to the clubhouse. Sebastian had already informed them what had happened and told the prez he didn’t need backup. But Sunny knew if they had required backup, every biker would have been riding to them in moments.
That’s how the MC worked.
That’s how their family operated.
But now she was left wondering why a random drive-by shooting happened just after nine a.m. in a family-oriented diner.
And did it somehow have connections with the Souls?
TWENTY
Sebastian
The burn of lust started at Seb’s gut and spread out like a forest fire.
“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, letting his head hit the tiled wall behind him. The same wall held him up as he arched into his stroking hand.
Every day, for months, longer still, he’d dealt with the same problem, but he was sure he hadn’t been this hard in his life.
With another grunt, the scalding water from the square showerhead above him poured hot and strong against his body, giving him tingling sensations in his groin as the stream hit him just right, making his fantasy act out all the stronger.
“That’s it, my Sunny baby. You wrap those virgin lips around my cock.” He groaned, going from tip to balls and back again in quicksuccession. “Show me how you suck your man and make him fucking feral for you.”
His mind played over the millions of ways he’d fuck his woman, and picturing her on her knees while she struggled to take him into her throat was in his top five. Fuck, his Sunny was spectacular, and he knew how she liked to be an overachiever. There was no doubt in Seb’s mind that she’d play with his cock until she burned him alive, until he was her willing master, showing her what her body could experience.
He wanted it all with her.
And like every night since he’d allowed his feelings for Sunshine out of their cage, his self-serving climax came quickly as he imagined her sucking, stroking and fucking it out of him. He came with her name ringing around his wet room until he groaned and finally let his cock go. Still semi-hard, he dipped his head under the waterfall and let the spray wash his come-soaked stomach and hands before pressing the electronic button to stop the shower.
Then he sent his eyes to the waterproof shelf; his phone was propped up, and his girl’s face was on the screen.
She was incredible, with her wide eyes drowning in lust and her lips so pink and relaxed as she panted like she had just sucked an orgasm out of him.
Seb smirked and stepped up to the eye-level phone.
“Did my girl see enough, hm?”
“Seb.” she breathed, her hands on her cheeks like she was partly scandalized, yet turned on to the maximum. And he loved seeing it.
Seb’s heart was still racing from the exertion. His cock still ached for more. Jerking off only ever took the edge off his need for Sunny; he was never fully sated, and knowing she was watching him get himself off had only made the hunger that much worse as he watched her slake her tongue over her lips, staring at him.
A few nights ago, after pleasuring Sunny, she was sprawled across his lap in his truck after another date, and she’d asked how he coped with being so in control about not sleeping with her yet. Her eyes had gone cartoonishly large, hearing how often he was jerking off, so he could keep a lid on his animalistic urges. By the end of the night, his sunbeam stunned him when she told him she wanted to watch him jerk off. Then she’d begged so fucking sweetly.
What the hell could he say? He wasn’t in the business of telling her no for anything.
“You okay, baby? Did I frighten you?” he knew he hadn’t. It had been nine days since the drive-by, and they’d been on nine dates since, and he’d brought her to orgasm more than once every night. He recognized that look on her beautiful face. His girl was a mass of hormonal lust, and he wanted to lean in and lick her skin from top to bottom, tasting all that scorched need she was exuding.
“The size of you did. You are scary big.” She told him truthfully, and Seb grinned, grabbing a towel. He rubbed himself dry. She was always honest, was his little sunbeam. “But that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. When can I watch it again?”
