She frowned and then jabbed him before slipping her hand into his. “I was excited. Can’t I get excited to see my boyfriend?”
He grunted a reply, and she laughed.
Seb was a biker down to his soul. Some would say tough around the edges, but he was learning she loved chivalrous shit, and he loved doing things that made Sunny happy.
The young kid’s eyes lit up when Seb threw his truck keys over to the valet to park once at the restaurant. But they weren’t so animated a few hours later after eating dinner.
“Sir. I don’t know how it happened. Our parking lot is secure as fuck. I mean, it’s secure. Oh shit, I’m gonna get fired, aren’t I? I need this job to get through college. I swear, I parked it carefully. It’s a sweet as fuck ride, and it was my dream to drive an F-150. I even put it in a private spot, so no one dinged it when parking the other cars.”
Seb was crouched next to his hundred-and-twenty grand Raptor, the light on his phone showing him where the tire was slashed. All fucking four tires were slashed, so it was no accident.
Not wanting Sunny to be cold, he removed his dinner jacket and offered it to her.
“Who would do this?” she asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine, baby. I’ll call a prospect to bring the tow truck and take it to the garage.”
“S-sir,” the boy spoke, “I am so sorry. Should I go inside and get the manager?” His face balked, as if he wanted to do anything but get the manager.
Either Seb was targeted, or someone vandalized his car out of envy. It was Souls’ business, and the restaurant manager could do nothing.
“Nah, kid. I’ll handle it.”
“Seriously? For real? Oh, man, you’re a lifesaver. I would for sure lose my job if he found out.”
Seb called the clubhouse, and the prospect was on his way. He also hailed a cab and ushered Sunny in first, so she’d stop shivering. However, he turned to the kid and gave him a hundred bucks.
“I can’t take that, not after what happened.”
“Nah, take it. And if the fucknut inside fires you, come and look for me at the RSMC garage.” He told the kid to watch out for the tow truck and to give them the truck keys.
“Holy fuck, really, man? Thanks! Thanks a lot. You two have a good night, sir.”
“You big softie,” Sunny said, cuddling into his side when he slid in beside her and gave the cabbie his address. “I’m sorry about your truck, Seb.”
Curling an arm around her shoulder, he kissed her forehead. He put the truck shit out of his mind. That was for him to investigate tomorrow.
Tonight was for focusing on Sunny and putting his ring on her finger.
TWENTY-ONE
Sebastian
The cab dropped them at his place, and he didn’t even think about unlocking the front door. He just tagged Sunny’s hand and walked her around the side of the house, which afforded him some privacy.
Her tongue latched around his, and she moaned instantly when he pinned her to the brick wall.
It was cold out, but going inside the house was too far away, and he didn’t want his girl to get sick, so he moved quickly, rucking her dress up to her waist, and he slipped his hand down into her panties.
Nibbling on Sunny’s lips, he told her. “You watched me come earlier, baby. Now it’s my turn. Are you wet for me?”
“I’m always wet for you.” She breathed. Though she was wearing fuck-me heels, she still had to reach up on her tiptoes to find his mouth again.
“Ah, fuck, you are,” He said, discovering it for himself when he moved her underwear to the side and pushed two knuckles into her dripping center. It fastened around his fingers so fucking tight he grunted into her mouth.
“Do you know what my favorite thing to do is?”
“Tell me,” she said, moving her hips to his hand, but she didn’t have to work for her orgasm, not tonight. He wanted to fuck it into her as fast as he could. But one night soon, he’d make his sweet girl work and beg and cry for her orgasms while he held them out of sight.
