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49: You Always Threaten To Kill Everyone
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Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 54: A Crazy Game We’re Playing
EzraThe car ride has been…tense? And it’s all because of me. After the loaded question at the house, I had dismissed it.Shit, I know she has questions, but what am I supposed to say?It just slipped. It felt like the right comparison to make, and I’m just realizing how dumb that is.“Wren,” I try, squeezing her thighs.She gives me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Hey.”Fuck, she’s sad. She looks like I kicked her puppy, the light in her eyes are gone and I want to punch myself.“Is…” I sigh. “Is a relationship something you’re open to?”She shrugs. “Why are you asking, Ezra? To dismiss me again?”“God, no. Listen—”“I’m fine, Ezra. I promise.” A tight-lipped smile grazes her lips, and she pats my hand on her thigh.I breathe, jaw tight. “We will talk about this, Wren.”She doesn’t reply, just stares out the window while her fingers play with mine, tracing the perfect silver wrist watch she gifted me. It’s sweet, but it breaks me too.After more silence, we finally reach the
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 53: Exact Shade Of Blue
Wren“Hey, Birdie.” A low murmur sounds in my sleep, followed by soft, wet pecks on my lips and cheeks. “Darling, get up.”I stretch, eyes fluttering open to see Ezra smiling down at me.I offer a sleepy smile in return, yawning. “Hey, baby.”His eyes light up as he presses his lips against mine in a short, sweet kiss.“Remember that date?” He asks.“Mhm.”“You might want to start getting ready.”I blink slowly. The words filter through my sleep-muddled brain, and then they click.I shoot up from my bed. “Oh shit! What time was it supposed to be?”My limbs knock something down, and it lands with a soft thud. When I move towards it, Ezra slips a knee on the bed and wraps a hand around my throat.His lips come down on me, hard. I moan in his mouth, responding with the same urgency. My stomach clenches, nipples hardening into firm peaks.I grip his arms for some needed balance as he rocks my world with his mouth. When his tongue pistons in and out of my mouth, I taste metal.And I shud
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 52: Ezra—What’s Your Middle Name—Jax
Wren“Bye Wrennie, Ezra.” Quincy waves while Ray heads in with the items from the mall. “I’ll text you about the details for the appointment next week, Wren!”I poke my head out and reply. “Okay.”“Get back inside, darling,” Ezra chuckles. “That’s dangerous.”I comply with a chuckle of my own, and he speeds out of their driveway.Once we’re safely away from Ray’s street, his hand comes down on my thighs. I glance at him, and he gives me a smile.It’s a big, sweet smile that has my heart thumping.“Hi,” I say, playing with his long fingers.He squeezes my thigh. “I missed you today. How was your day? Anything happen?”The memory of Calvin and Mitch at the diner filters into my mind, but I shove it back. I can’t tell Ezra about it, he’ll get worked up, and definitely start trouble when there’s no need for one.Besides, Mitch would forget about the debt. God, I really hope so.“Nah,” I lie. “It was great, except the long wait at the diner. But everything else was fine, Quincy and I h
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 51: You Owe Me
WrenQuincy holds up two similar onesies in different colours. “What do you think?”“Hm.” I squint. “Definitely purple.”“You don’t like pink?” She pouts, brows raised.“I do—you know what? Let’s get both.”Her head bobs on an excited nod, and she stuffs both in the cart. When Quincy called and asked if I’d like to escort her to do some shopping for the baby, I couldn’t say no.Being cooped up at home, occasionally surrounded by Ezra is bad for my mental health. It’s been three weeks of hot sex, fighting practice, deep conversations, and so much fluff and sweetness…my heart is already halfway into the dreaded ‘L’ zone.Quincy and I head down more aisles, and I notice all the pink she’s getting.“Are you having a girl?” I ask.She shrugs. “I have no idea, but I have a feeling.”A laugh bubbles out of me. “You’re getting so much pinks and purples and you don’t know yet?”“Hey!” She scolds playfully. “Ray and I would know by next month, but…I want a baby shower.”“You both want to be
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 50: I’m Not Thinking
Ezra“Oh, fuuuuck,” I groan long and hard, digging into Wren’s scalp as she bobs on my dick. “Just like that, Birdie, yeaaaa…”She nearly swallows me down the back of her throat, gagging, and I release my grip on her hair.“Come here.” I tug her up from the floor. She releases my dick with a pop, and stands to her feet.Her eyes shimmer, tear streaks on her face and her lips look brighter, plumper.“Hi.” She smiles softly.Circling my hand around her throat, I pull her closer. “You have a wicked mouth, jesus, Birdie.”And I kiss her, swallowing her gasp and sigh. She presses closer to me, and I run my hands down her body, pulling her even closer, like there’s any space left.Everything turns heated almost immediately. Lips clashing, hands roaming, squeezing…spanking.“Ezra,” she breathes, sliding my shirt off. “Please…fuck me.”Precum leaks out of me, the words too filthy for lips. I press my mouth to hers again, hard and brief. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.” We tug her clothes off
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 49: You Always Threaten To Kill Everyone
EzraWren and Quincy’s jaw drops. “What the hell happened to both of you?” Wren gasps.Quincy is all over Ray, touching his face but Wren…she stands, stares at me, then sits back down.My lips twitch because I know she wants to come to me. She wants to tilt my face this way and that, and scold me.“We got into a little fight,” I answer Wren’s question.She raises a brow. “With each other?”I give a small shoulder lift and she glares.Now that I think about it, she doesn’t have to speak to scold me. Her eyes alone say all the things she wants to.“I promised I’ll bring Ray to you, Quincy.” I smile at her, and she pouts. “Wren and I need to get going.”At that, Wren steps to her brother and he hugs her.“I’m fine, Chirp. Promise.” He squeezes her a little tighter, and she wheezes playfully.We say our goodbyes to Ray and Quincy before leaving.***“Come here.” I pull her down on my thighs, wincing when she mistakenly presses into the cut on my lip.She gasps, settling down with legs on
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