“Yes, yes, more!” she cried. “Seb! Give it to me.”
He would give her everything in two long days.
Arching over her, Seb watched Sunny’s face as he talked her through a fuck simulation, seeing how she reacted to his dirty narration. With one little gasp, her cheeks all lovely and flushed, he felt her nails dig into his waist as she trembled underneath him while he worked his thrusts. His girl came on with a gasp of his name, and nothing had ever sounded sweeter before as he collapsed between her legs, heaving in breath like the cartel had chased him.
Sunny’s arms and legs latched around him; bliss was nothing compared to this, and he drowned in her.
“I can’t wait,” she said, her breath leveling against his neck. When he lifted his desire-heavy head, her eyes were full of love, and he smirked.
“My girl likes dry humping.”
“Sebastian,” she chastised, whacking his shoulder with her little fist.
She was staying the night at his place. It could be dangerous since he could barely keep his hands off her, but the idea of them being apart was agony, so he’d deal. Hauling his ass up, Seb lifted Sunny into his arms, striding for the long hallway that led to the three bedrooms. His roomwas the only one with a bed; the rest were empty spaces waiting for Sunny’s creative expression.
“Shower and bed,” he gruffed as she snuggled her head on his shoulder.
“Just pour me into bed. I’m too tired to stand up. I’ll shower in the morning,” she yawned.
“Fine, but I’m showering. You made me make a mess.”
She tiredly blinked. “What do you mean?”
In his room, he elbowed on a light and scraped his teeth on her exposed neck. “You made me come in my pants, little maniac.”
The sound of Sunny’s giggle had Seb grinning before he left her in bed so he could clean up.
TWENTY-TWO
Sunshine
A wedding on a tight schedule was a great motivator.
Especially when she was hyper, running on coffee and frantic adrenaline.
Sitting in the kitchen with a to-do list in front of her, she looked up through her lashes at her parents standing close together, having one of their often silent conversations. It was like they had their own love language. It was usually cute to see, but not while she was still unsure how they felt about her impending wedding in two days.
She’d arrived home this morning on the back of Seb’s bike, and they’d told her parents and Clover about it together. Her mom had squealed and hugged them both, and they even received congratulations from her father. Even so, she wasn’t sure if he was happy about it. Once Seb leftfor the clubhouse, Sunny grabbed a coffee to organize her list, though Seb had most of it in hand.
“I’m not pregnant,” she blurted, and both her parents’ heads raised to look at her. “If that’s what you’re thinking about our quickie wedding. I’m not.”
Her dad’s face drew down in a scowl.
“Sweetheart,” her mom chuckled. “We know. And we figured you and Seb would never have a long engagement. It’s just a lot to do in such a short time. I’ll call in the girls.” That meant the old ladies. That biker wives’ squad had been together for ages and could accomplish anything. Those ladies were formidable, and she couldn’t wait to be part of them, so Sunny nodded. “That would be great. I only need a dress and shoes.”
“Paige will want to make the cake. Capone’s sandwich place can make those dainty finger sandwiches. They would be cute for the reception. Preacher will do the grilling. Colton, we’ll need the meat and fixings for burgers and steaks.”
By the end of the day, she had a flawless, slim-fitting wedding gown with a long train of beautiful, pale pink lace.
“Will you do my make-up?” she asked Clover, who’d been quiet most of the day. Her sister looked up from her milkshake. “For real?”
“Yeah. You do it so much better than I do.”
“Oh. Okay, yeah, I will.” Clover grinned.
“Thanks, button. I love the dress you chose. You’re going to look killer in it.” She got another grin from her sister, and Sunny quickly hugged her.
By the end of the workday, between logging in to her online classes and collecting extra assignments, she was pooped by the time they arrived at the clubhouse. Her man was nowhere in her eyesight, so she plonked down at a table with Harper, resting her head on her friend’s shoulder with a sigh.
