“I love watching you splinter apart for me.” His fingers drilled into her deeper, so sopping wet, he could hear as he entered her pussy. “You come, and I know your whole body is feeling it. I wanna lock you in that moment so you don’t have peace ever again, just that spine-breaking pleasure I’m giving you.”
She whined his name, and just like that, his girl fisted his shirt and came all over his hand while he breathed against her lips and felt every delicious shudder.
“There we go,” he eased, slowly stroking her down. “Just a little something to relax, my sweet girl.” He roamed his lips over Sunny’s forehead.
“I’m addicted to you. And I don’t mean that in a throwaway sentiment. I’m addicted to being near you, your voice, heart, and the way your gaze follows me. Being away from you is unbearable.” She shared, holding each side of his jaw. “I don’t want to put too much pressure on you too soon or give you a case of a clingy, neurotic girlfriend, but I would die without you.”
His world spun as he stood in place. Her words were paradise.
With his hand trapped between Sunny’s legs, the moment became perfect. Perfect anyway for a dirty biker who was enthusiastically obsessed with his old lady.
“Sunny, you’ve always been neurotic. I’m used to it,” he flashed her a grin. “And I’m no less fucking addicted to you. You’re gonna be my wife, aren’t you?”
“Seb…” she hummed.
“Be my wife,” he repeated, pressing kisses over her face. “Let me be your husband. Wear my ring, sleep in our bed, make a life with me. I wanna go through every experience by your side. I wanna hold my wife’s hand every day and know I’m the reason for your smile. I’m yours until I’m dust. It’s always been you and me, Sunny, in every way that means something.”
“It has,” she replied, her voice sounding warm as she wrapped both arms around his shoulders. Seb used the momentum to lift her in his arms. She latched her legs around him, and he stalked to the front to switch off the house alarm.
Motion lights came on as he set her down on the kitchen island, keeping his body pressed tight to hers.
“I still need an answer.”
“You know my answer is yes. It’s always and will always be yes to being your wife.”
The ring came from his pants pocket, and Seb slipped it on Sunny’s finger. He loved seeing that surprised look cross over her flushed face as she stared down at her hand holding the diamond.
“Seb.” She got out, and then she was sobbing into his chest.
“These better be happy tears, Sunny, or you’re about to be engaged and spanked all in the same night.”
Her smile clearly showed they were happy tears when she raised her head. Seb brushed them away with his thumbs.
“Do you think everyone will be surprised?”
“I think no one will be surprised,” he replied. He made Sunny giggle as she stared at her ring again. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”
“Something else, Sunny…”
“Yeah?”
“We’re getting married in forty-eight hours. I’m not negotiating,” he growled against her warm cheek. “I’ve waited a lifetime to claim you.”
“I waited a lifetime,” she reminded him boldly, and his chest warmed. “I don’t want a big wedding. Everything I need is right here in my arms. Two days is fine with me.” Her ready agreement surprised him. Seb imagined forcibly waking Pastor Danny to officiate his wedding with Sunny while she was restrained in his arms.
But this was better.
He’d save those lunatic times for other days in their marriage. He was sure they’d have plenty.
“What are you thinking?” he asked sometime later.
“This place is very sparse. You’ve lived here for ages.”
“It’s got the basics.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t have personality.” Coming up behind her, he curved both arms around Sunny’s chest, pressing his lips to her throat.
“It wasn’t mine to decorate.”
