All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Wren“Okay ma’am,” the mall attendant breathes. “I think I’ve been able to decipher this list of ingredients.”My cheeks flush. “Thank you. So sorry to be a bother.”“You’re not. It’s totally alright, and I’m happy to help.”“Thank you.”After the dress fiasco, I decided that just maybe I brought it back from Seattle, and in some careless unpacking from the Minnesota trip, I flung it on my bed and forgot.Maybe.That would be the better explanation. And before I lost mind over it, I decided to try cooking again for Ezra on our anniversary.So here I was, in the mall…asking for help. My fail attempt to write a list nearly gave the mall attendant a blind eye.But she’s amazing, especially not only with rewriting my list but also walking with me to get the ingredients.“Do you have a particular brand of pasta sauce?” We stop at the pasta sauce aisle and I stare at all the different bottles.I know what you’re thinking. Pasta again. You’re wrong. It’s just part of the ingredient I’m sto

Ezra Ezra “Oh y-yes…yessss…god, baby…” Wren moans, head thrown back as she bounces up and down on my very hard cock. One hand on her waist and the other on the bed, I meet her thrust for thrust. I wrap her hair around my wrists and tug slightly. She whimpers. “Ezraaaa..” “I’m here, sweetheart.” Thrust. “I’m.” Thrust. “Right.” Thrust. “Here.” A shiver works through her body, her hips rolling and grinding down on me. God, she’s so warm, so wet. The slick sound of our intimacy echoes loudly in the room. Sweat rolls down her spine while mine rolls down my temples. My hair is damp and sticking to my forehead. Fuck, we’ve been going at it for almost an hour and then some. I reach behind and squeeze her ass before brushing the spot were joined. She jerks. “Oh god, do that again.” The feel of my cock sinking into her sends shock waves through my body. When I do it again, she clings to my chest, her arms wrapped around my neck. I look up at her. “Fuck, look at you. You’re a fucking

Ezra“You good, Kelsie?” Ray asks.I stare at her through the rear mirror as she bobs her head with a happy smile on her face. Donovan types away on his phone, a permanent scowl on his face.He always looks grumpy. Though, I’ve not really gotten to know him, but he’s…efficient. “For someone who doesn’t know what we’re walking into, you’re not worried at all,” I say to Kelsie, making the turn to the pit.She shrugs. “I trust you guys.”So much faith in us. Faith that I, myself didn’t have enough of. Ray and I glance at each other, matching frowns on our faces.“That’s their car.” Ray points to the black jeep at the distance and my phone beeps.Donovan and Ray step out and I use that opportunity to quickly read the text from AJ.AJ: If you’re with Wren, go back. I’m here, and I’ve been instructed to grab her no matter what.I look back at Kelsie, relief washing over me as I shoot back a text.Me: She’s here. We’ll try to talk to Lydia.AJ: Christ, Ezzy. Fine, do what you want. Don’t re

EzraI shrug on my armless jacket—careful not to jerk my injured arm—and hover over Wren’s sleeping form.“My pretty girl,” I murmur, and plant soft kisses on her cheeks and face.She mumbles something in her sleep, her nose scrunching up adorably before she rolls on her other side.A smile spreads across my face. “Sweetheart?” I try again, this time, tapping her softly.Finally, she rolls on her back and her eyes flutter open. Bright blue, sleepy eyes stare up at me, a pout on her lips.“Hey.” I push her hair away from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Good morning, Birdie.”She smiles softly. “Hi.” Her eyes rake down my body, and a frown replaces her smile. “Where are you going?”“Remember the meeting we have at the clubhouse? The mole?”“Oh!” Her eyes widen and she sits up. “I should come.”“Yea. Tried waking you up earlier, but you didn’t budge.”She yawns loudly. “I feel so exhausted.”“Rest up then. I’ll come home to meet you.”“No, no. I’ll come to the clubhouse.” She

TRIGGER WARNING❗️ PROCEED WITH CAUTION❗️ Wren I stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the center table. “Tristan? W-what? How?” I stammer, hands going cold. His neck tilts eerily, and I gulp. “You sent your boy toy to beat me up, didn’t you?” “No!” I blurt. “I didn’t, I’d never. B-but you’re…alive?” He spreads his arms. “Very much alive.” “He didn’t kill you,” I whisper. “All the accusations, the hands pointing at Ezra, blaming him for your death. But you’re still alive?” “He failed and it’s going to bite him in the ass.” “You’re sick. You’re all sick!” “I thought you loved me, Wren. I thought you actually–” he shakes his head. “You left me Tristan. Made a fool out of me. Why?” My nose burns with unshed tears. “We were engaged!” “Where’s your ring?” “What?” “Where is your fucking ring, Wren?!” I press my lips together, twiddling with my fingers. “You don’t expect me to still keep a ring when there’s no wedding.” He snorts, digs his hands into his pocket