All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

WrenMy eyes light up as I spot a small gift box on my bed. Tentatively, I walk the rest of the way into the room and pick it up.Ribbons fly everywhere, and I gasp at the content of the box. A dainty silver necklace sits in the velvet cushion, with a pair of matching earrings.Tears spring to my eyes, bottom lip jutting out in a pout as I hold the box up to the light.“Ezra!” I call, marching out of my room and knocking on his door. “Open up.”His footsteps pad softly from behind the door, and he opens it. Dressed in a slack tank top, and sweat shorts, he leans on the frame but still manages to tower over me.”Hey,” he murmurs with a lazy smile, gaze dragging down my body in the familiar heated way.I zone in on his dark nipples that peek out from the tank. “Your nipples are showing.”He looks down at it, then snorts. “Is that why you’re here?”“Right, no.” I push the box in front of him. “Another gift?”“Yea. Do you like it?” He smiles.“Why am I getting another gift?”He frowns, sq

Ezra Everything settles. Every noise, chatter, they all go quiet save for the cackling of the bon fire. The air is thick with anticipation, and the newbies reek with faux confidence. Deep down, they’re terrified. But we’re not allowed to be scared, and so we hide that shit up, or better yet, bottle it and toss it somewhere so fucking far away. Sweat trickles down my spine, my jaw tight as pain shoots up my bad leg, but I hide it. The throb fluctuates between intense and dull, and fuck, it’s getting harder to stand. When Ray nods, I nearly breathe a sigh of relief, clutching the bottles of whiskey because we’re about to get this over with. “This initiation ritual will teach you some fucking patience,” Ray declares. “Let’s fucking go!” A loud shot echoes in the sky, and the newbies at the beginning of the gauntlet path begin moving slowly between the bikers. The first crack of metal on skin cuts through the air, followed by a loud howl from the first man. Whips, belts, cha

Wren The request zings through my body, my core pulsing, aching. I nod. “You words, baby girl.” His voice is hoarse, deeper than normal. Even though the garage is darkened, some lights illuminate him enough to see his face clearly, and even the bulge in his jeans. I nod again. “Y-yes.” He smiles, and pushes his hands into my gown, dragging my panties down my legs. He stares at it. “This one’s red,” he says, pocketing the lace. Heat burns my cheeks, cool air brushing against me. He taps my knee. “Raise this leg, Birdie.” And I do. My dress bunches up on my waist and Ezra quickly shrugs off his jacket, tossing it over my thighs. “Fuck,” he groans, giving his length a small squeeze. “I could come just from looking at you like this. Do you have any idea how sexy this is? You’re naked, and dripping…on my bike.” My cheeks redden some more. “You’re filthy.” “You’re sexy,” he whispers, raising the jacket, and leaning closer. His breath brushes against me. “I’m defini

WrenI stiffen. Ezra crouches low and spreads his arms as both kids race into them.He smothers them with kisses, their happy giggles ringing out while Elizabeth stares with a content smile.Ezra’s a dad. What the actual hell?My throat tightens, and I press farther into the car as if it’ll protect me from the foolishness I feel.With an overly dramatic grunt, Ezra rises with both kids in his arms, and he spins around to me.“Wren, this is Noah, my nephew.” He jerks his chin to the boy. “And this is Hannah, my daughter.”Hannah. His daughter. I don’t know what blows my mind more. The fact that I was upset about the ‘Hannah’ he’s always talking to. Or the fact that Hannah is a child, and his daughter. The thick lump in my throat rolls down slowly. And I force a smile. “Hi guys.”Noah’s wave is as excited as his smile, while Hannah’s is a little on the shy side. She tucks her head in his neck.When Ezra looks at me, my stare is blank. Unimpressed. He can see the confusion, and hurt

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