“Oh, my poor thighs, I don’t think they’ll ever recover.” Sunny declared dramatically, letting her husband help her down from his Harley. Her fingers gripped inside his larger hand, so her aching muscles wouldn’t hurt so much. She saw the smile he was trying not to let free, and she scowled up at his beautiful face, which she loved more than ever. “It’s all your fault.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Are you, though? You don’t look sorry. You look smug that I’m sore all over, especially… down there.”
Sunny was used to riding long journeys on the back of a bike. She’d practically been raised on a motorcycle. The ride wasn’t her currentproblem.
It was the screaming soreness between her legs that was the issue. Being straddled on a vibrating machine for hours compounded her agony, though she’d had a good, long soak in the bathtub this morning before they’d set off.
“If I knew sex with a goes-all-night biker would make me walk like I’d endured six back-to-back Pilates classes, I might have bought a plane ticket instead.” She whined, leaning into Sebastian’s frame as he slipped an arm around her waist and pressed his lips to the top of her head.
“Baby, hearing you talk about my spoiled dick only makes me happy.”
“I think your… dick,” she hesitated using the word, “needs to get its own hotel room so I can recover for the next month.”
“Nope,” he laughed. “We go where my wife is.” His arm nestled her closer, and his lips touched her temple, making Sunny melt like a puddle. She was an affection hoarder, and no one gave affection better than Seb.
“Let’s get checked in,” Seb said. He’d already sent their luggage on ahead so they could ride his bike. “So I can tend to all my wife’s aches.”
Sunny shivered in delight.
As much as she knew her vagina needed the rest, having Seb’s sexual attention for the past twenty-four hours had been better than she’d imagined.
The man wearing the platinum wedding ring was a stallion in bed. And out of it. Especially in the shower. There was no one to compare him to, but screaming orgasms didn’t lie.
As they walked toward the towering hotel, Sunny’s mind raced with a whirlwind of explicit memories from the past day.
The best day of her life.
Her fifteen-year-old self would be break dancing now if she could only know that not six years later, she’d be walking into her honeymoon with their dream man.
At fifteen, love had carried her pining heart and shadowed Sebastian for a decade and a half by then. She’d firmly been in love, as much as a teen girl could be in love.
Fast forward to the present, and the dream came true in abundance.
“I hope this place has eggs Benedict on the menu.” She mused as they approached the door held open by a fancy-dressed doorman. Just looking at the red brick building with the gold trim made Sunny think it smelled expensive. They weren’t hurting for money, but she wasn’t the type to throw money at things frivolously.
“It’s a five-star resort. It’ll provide a basket of kittens wearing hats if that’s what you want.”
“Oh,” she said, making Seb grin. “I might have to rethink what I want then.”
His voice was a pure temptation as it dropped lower. “What is it my wife wants?”
His wife. She would never not be giddy hearing that from him.
“You,” she answered.
Seb would always be the answer to what she wanted.
“You have me.”
“Yeah,” she grinned at him. “I do.”
They were checked in, greeted by the friendliest concierge, and then shown to their penthouse room, where their luggage had already been waiting for them. Sunny gaped, impressed.
The view of Wyoming was even better.
Four days away from home sounded amazing. Though she was used to the constant drama and gossip of MC life, Sunny appreciated the upcoming peaceful days with only Seb. No writing assignments or work.
