All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Wren“What happened?” Ray asks.They give Brittany and Ezra a look, so Ray taps him.“Go on,” Ezra says, finally pulling away from Brittany.She giggles, then smiles at me. It’s a taunting smile, lips wide but eyes narrowed. I roll my eyes, turning to Torch and Lizzy.Ezra glances at me, but I ignore him. “What is it?” He questions them, brow raised.“We had a visitor,” Lizzy says.“And he asked for Wren,” Torch adds, and Ezra tenses.I frown. “Me?”“Yes.” Lizzy nods. “Something about a debt owed. We tried to call, but you all weren’t picking up.”Ray’s brows pull low. “What was his name?” “Reggie. He said Tony, your dad, borrowed some money, and he promised Wren as collateral.”My jaw drops.Ray swears, pinching the bridge of his nose while Ezra’s face hardens. “What the fuck?””We said she wasn’t in town, which is why we tried to call,” Torch says.Before anyone can speak again, the front door bursts open. A tall man with salt and pepper hair walks in. He’s alone, a walking stick

Wren “Welcome home, Birdie,” Ezra announces the moment we step out of his car. My jaw drops at the mansion in front of us, greenery lines the house. The sight in front of me dissolves every hurt, and irritation. “This is your house?” I gawk, eyes wide while Ezra grabs my suitcase from the trunk. He stands beside me, staring at the gorgeous building looming over us. “It is.” “Just how much money do you have?” “Honestly?” He tsks. “More than I know what to do with.” He leads me into the house, and if my jaw could drop any lower, it would fall to the floor. The interior is just as beautiful. A coded door with fingerprint setting, sleek black leather sofas, white tiles and gray marbles. Flower pots sit at different corners. A liquor cabinet hangs by the dining. It’s just as stunning as his bar, meticulously decorated. ”When did you even get a place?” I ask, taking everything in. The low temperature cools my skin, the air smells like flowers and luxury. We head furt

WrenMy heart is in my throat, blood rushing through my body. I can’t think, I can’t speak. My skin feels on fire, every nerve ending fired up.I adjust myself on the pillows, and watch Ezra stalk towards me. His sweats ride low on his hips, peeking at the deep ‘V’ that leads to the part of him that I’ve only touched.His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. His heated stare burns a trail up my body, leaving licks of flame in their wake.The air cackles with tension and desire so thick I can taste it on my tongue.“Are you sure, Birdie?” Ezra places his hand on the bed, his weight sinking it slightly. I shudder. “Yes, please.”A low chuckle leaves his lips, and settles in my tummy like liquid warmth. “So polite.” He crawls up the bed, and my legs raise and spread on their own.Gently, he settles between my legs, and my eyes flutter shut as he invades my whole being. His scent, his weight, his closeness…everything feels consuming, magnetic, and suffocatin

Ezra “Sit, Ezra.” She huffs, patting the back of the chair.When she moves to leave, I grab her by the arms, squinting into her orbs that swirl with a little bit of mischief and excitement.“You expect me to sit and eat when you’ve been mad at me for three days now?” I ask. “Did you bash your head and suddenly forget all the snide comments and dirty looks you sent my way?”She presses her lips together, eyes dancing with humor. “Oh come on, can’t a girl have a change of heart? What happened to forgiveness?”“Forgiveness?” I snort, lips twitching at the pout on her face. Fuck, she’s adorable. “Just this morning you threatened to stab me in the eye if I even looked at you.”Since that night the house has been tense, her anger palpable, and sinking into every corner of the house.Before I leave the house, she’d make a snide comment either calling me a coward, or a barbarian. She swore that if I ever looked at or said a word to her, she’d tell Ray I came after her, which she wouldn’t of

Ezra“Don’t be scared to throw a punch, birdie. Come on!” I encourage as she hits a little harder. “That’s better!” The chill in the basement does nothing to help the sweat that trails down my spine. Wren pants in front of me, bouncing on the heels of her feet.Her skin glistens with sweat, and somehow I can’t forget the image of her last night in the pool. The red bikini clinging to her breasts and ass, hair wet and sticking to her face, water droplets adorning her body.Fuck, she was a vision. Ethereal…like a dream come to life.I spent all my time in the pool to hide my hard on, didn’t want her thinking I’m trying to string her along…again. The craziest part is, I don’t want to string her along. I want her. Period.“Are you ready for a little self-defense?” I ask, shaking my head to rid myself of the thoughts.She nods. “Yea, I guess.”“This time, I need you to try to tackle me to the ground the way I taught you.”Her eyes widen momentarily. “All the way?”“Yup.” I pop the ‘p’.