All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Wren My hands drop from his hair. He’s so close, pressed up against me. If I spread my thighs a little more…. Something inaudible squeaks past my lips. “Yea?” He rasps, tongue poking out. The ring glistens, teasing me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “What?” “Me pounding into you from behind.” He leans down, breath teasing my ear as he murmurs. “Your legs over my shoulder while I taste you.” “Ezra…” My cheeks heat, nipples hardening. The images that slide through my brain are as filthy as his words, dirty. My core pulses, wetness seeping out until my panties are damp. “God, you’re stunning.” His hand brushes my cheek, thumb tugging on my bottom lip. He licks his lips, biting down at the corner. His hair falls over his face, hiding the eyes that are zoned on my mouth. “Maybe I should take you up on that request.” “W-what request?” He drags his eyes up to mine. “The kiss request.” Goosebumps prickle across my skin. Yes, please. I wet my lips, my tongue

Wren“Oh my god, shush,” I whisper-yell, laughing as I hug my little bag to my chest, running towards the silhouette of the car.Adrenaline surges through my body, my heart racing.Judi giggles with a hand over her mouth. “We look like thieves.”I giggle some more, slipping into the Uber out front, and Judi gets in with me.The laughter tumbles out of our lips loudly as the driver pulls out of the club house.“If Ray finds out, I’m dead.” Even as I say that, I can’t help the thrill that lines my veins.Judi nods. “Yes, you are. Although I’m more worried about your sexy bodyguard.”“Who? Ezra?” I scoff.“He’s yummy, Wren. Can I hook up with him?”My lips part, then close…then part again and close.How do I respond to that? Do I want her to hook up with him? If I say yes, Ezra would definitely hop on board when she throws herself at him. Why do I care though?I shrug. “Do whatever you want. Why are you asking me?”“That’s true,” she laughs, “—why am I asking you? I hope there’s nothin

Wren“Ezra,” I croak, his hands slide up and down my thighs. “I don’t think we should—”“I’m not doing anything to you, Birdie,” he rasps with a chuckle. “I asked you a question.”We both watch his fingers as they trail up my skin in featherlight touches, as if they were only whispering, teasing at the things they could do to me.God, did I want to find out.“You can’t ask me things like that,” I reply, clearing my throat but it doesn’t help.“Mhm,” he hums, tracing the hem of my dress. “This dress…I’m dying to know what’s beneath.”My heart thuds painfully in my chest, toes curling. “Are you drunk?”Ezra smirks, raising his eyes up to my face. “Do I look drunk?”“No, but you sound drunk.”“You smell good.” He rubs his nose against my neck, then he pushes back. “Do you want to go back to Mr. Blonde?”“Oh god, yes,” someone moans, interrupting my response, the source sounding too close.Ezra wraps a hand on my throat. My eyes dilate, arousal floods my panties, and I struggle to keep my

EzraThe warm water beats down on my body, my hair sticking to my forehead.Wren’s underwear peeks at me from the pockets of my jeans. I had come home a few minutes ago and went straight into the shower.Somehow, her scent still clings to my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut.My mind threatens to flesh out the past hour, but I force it to the back of my mind. I won’t go down that memory lane, even though my cock aches.I open my eyes, the tiny lace still sits there…beckoning on me to go down a path I’d never recover from.Ripping my eyes away, I wash my body, scrubbing hard enough to distract me from the thoughts of Wren, and to somehow wash away her lingering scent.My gaze still lands on the underwear, and my jaw tightens. I reach for it with the sole purpose of stuffing it out of sight but her arousal hits my nostrils.My cock twitches, jerking up.“Fucking hell,” I groan, jaw ticking with barely restrained control.I shouldn’t do this. Even as I think that, I fist the panties. A ha

WrenFor a moment we’re both speechless, frozen in time, almost like if we move or even breathe, the moment will be gone from us.And so we stop and stare, eyes locked in each other, lost.Ezra releases my wrist, and I gulp.“You’re hard,” I say stupidly, pulse frantic. He laughs softly. “I am. It’s my default around you.” I glance down at my hand still on his length, his pants straining. I run my fingers over him and squeeze.“Birdie,” he warns, voice raspy. His forehead falls on mine, breath leaving him in barely controlled gasps.My nipples harden painfully, my shorts sticking to the dampness in my core.I lick my lips and give another firm stroke.He wraps his fingers gently around my throat, and gives a little squeeze, dragging my eyes to his. “You’re playing with fire, little bird.”My throat thickens, and he pushes my hand away.“I’m sorry,” he says, peeking briefly at my lips.“F-for what?”His mouth lifts. “For not touching you last night. For not sinking my fingers and ton