All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EzraThe plane touches down in Minnesota and when Wren smiles wide at me, I know I did the right thing.“We’re really here,” she gushes.I nod. “We are.”She’s giddy with excitement and when we alight, my phone floods in with texts.Two from Beth.Beth: Call me when you land.Beth: Now, why the fuck will you send that picture to me? I also have a text from AJ.AJ: You can’t send things like this without a warning, Ezra. The picture of mom, Wren and I is what’s got their panties in a twist.Sighing, I type out a single message to both of them.Me: Visit your mother. She’s doing better and she misses you.Wren looks up from the baggage claim. “Everything okay?”“Yes love. They’re raging over the picture.”She smiles softly. “It’s good you decided to send it when you’re far from both of them. Don’t worry, give them some time, they’ll come around.”When she moves to grab our suitcase, I raise a brow. “Kindly move out of the way, ma’am.”She laughs and obeys and I grab our single luggage

WrenMy head bobs up and down on his length, his thighs shaking beneath me.“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans. The vibration shoots through my center, up my stomach. “You’re taking me so g-good.”He pushes me farther down on his face, and feasts. It’s my turn to rip my lips from him, moaning long and deep as his tongue pistons in and out of me.My whole body is on fire, nerve-endings over-stimulated. I take him into my mouth again, reeling at his answering hum.We take each other to the edge and back, his mouth on me and mine on him. It’s sloppy, messy, and it only shoots pleasure down my spine. His tempo increases, toes curling. “I’m going to cum, fuuucckk…faster…p-please…”God, I love it when he begs.I add my hands, twisting, jerking and sucking him deep into my throat while I rock my hips on his face, chasing my own pleasure.Heat flushes my body, I’ve never done anything like this but he makes me comfortable in my skin. To be spread on his face like I am, to have him in my mouth in thi

Wren“Chirp, hey!” Ray’s voice comes in through the phone.“Hi, Ray. How’re you? How’s Quincy?”“I am exhausted with this baby,” she complains. “I need her out ASAP.”“Four more weeks, you’re doing great.”“That’s what I tell her everyday,” Ray mumbles, and I hear a small kissing sound before he concentrates on the call again. “When are you both returning?”I raise my brows to Ezra across the room. “The day after tomorrow,” he mouths, and I repeat the words to Ray.“That’s good,” he hums. “We’ve not heard anything from Reggie and his men but we’re still being cautious. I need to talk to you when you get back Wren.”“Talk about what?”“Mom.”My lips fall open. “Mom? Has she…has she reached out? Why now?”“She hasn’t. We can’t talk over the phone, so when you get back, okay?”“O-okay,” I breathe, then let out a nervous chuckle. You’ve got me worried, though.”“There’s nothing to worry about. EJ will take care of you.”Ezra crosses his arms, and nods firmly as if to say ‘hell yes’.A sm

EzraMy phone vibrates in my pocket, but I don’t take it out.Instead, I smile at the interaction between Wren, Beth and the kids.“Mommy, aunt’s Wren arm is all better. Look!” Noah pokes at Wren's injury site.Wren winces. “It is better, Noah darling. But we don’t go around poking people, okay?” Beth scolds softly.“Oops.” He gives Wren a toothy grin. “Sorry, aunt Wren.”She ruffles his hair. “That’s okay. But uncle EJ and I have to go now.”As she moves to get up from between all three of them, Hannah clutches onto her arm.“Can I come live with you and daddy?”Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, big blue eyes staring up at Wren. The more I stare at both of them, I realize that Hannah could pass for Wren’s daughter.And when Wren picks her up, something in my chest squeezes. It looks to me like family.My brain pictures Wren pregnant, a baby. Hannah would love to be a big sister—except Mitch wants her to be with their gang.Christ.Dread chills me to the bones when I realize I ha

WrenA loud burp leaves Quincy’s mouth as she pats her tummy. “Good?” I laugh.“Perfect. Thank you,” she says. “It was just what the baby needed.”She relaxes in her seat, breathing through her lips. Her red hair is up in a bun, her skin is glowing but you can’t mistake the mom look.“You look beautiful,” I tell her.She snorts. “I don’t feel very beautiful. I feel like a watermelon, all swollen. Everything hurts, and Ray’s been so busy with what’s happening that I can’t even tell him that I’m so tired…” her voice cracks.I scoot closer. “Hey, you’re doing so good, momma.”“I don’t feel that way.”“How do you feel? Tell me.”“Like I’m not myself. My body feels different–” a tear falls from her eyes, “–I feel like I’m just existing for this baby, I’m not happy. I mean, I love my baby, and Ray is doing his best and now…I feel like I’m not being appreciative. This is so hard.”The tears fall down in rapid waves, a sad smile on her face and I pull her into a hug. It’s awkward because we’