All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EzraIt’s been ten days since Ray almost caught Wren and I. We were lucky enough that he was immediately concerned when he noticed me on the floor.Safe to say, I didn’t make it about me. And when everyone tried to fuss over me, I warned them. Seriously.The baby shower went well, but Wren and I…we’re not talking—well, she’s not talking to me, at least not properly. I have refused to tell her what happened between Mitch and I, and so she’s kept her distance.And it is infuriating as fuck.I haven’t kissed her in ten days. Haven’t touched her, haven’t even had a proper conversation and it’s getting on my nerves.That four letter word still burns at the back of my mind, it’s engraved itself into my brain. I can’t sleep without thinking of it, I can’t do anything without thinking of it.But what of me? Where do my feelings lie? Fuck, I already know the answer to that question. And it scares me.Love is a luxury in my world—one I can hardly afford, not when she barely knows who I am. No

Wren“Hannah is Gwen’s daughter,” Ezra continues, voice hoarse. “Pete doesn’t know, and neither does Mitch.”Then, he knocks back the seventh glass of whiskey, eyes red-rimmed, and jaw tight enough to hurt.“Mitch wants me dead, Wren. And he won’t stop,” he concludes, pouring another glass.No one speaks again. The only sound is the slushing of whiskey, and the hard thump of my heart in my chest.Tears roll down my cheeks, chest squeezing. “Ezra…”He looks away from me, knuckles white against the glass. God, this man. This man was hurt, this man was broken by a supposed family. I stare helplessly at him, watching the tension in his muscles through blurry vision.The images that form in my mind are gruesome, horrible. I picture Ezra on that floor, I picture Mitch ruining his legs…god.“I believe you,” I blurt, sniffling.He stiffens, slowly turning to me.I’m on my feet immediately, standing in front of him as I cup his jaw. His eyes swim with so much guilt, so much pain.“It w-was

WrenThe house is empty when I wake up. Ezra didn’t come to bed, the evidence is in the coolness of his side.My heart sinks to my stomach, a frown pulling on my lips. With a sigh, I do my daily clean up, and take a shower, settling in front of the TV a few hours later.And then, I call Judi.She answers after the fourth ring. “Hey, honey.”Her breathy voice reaches my ears. My brows pinch.“Are you okay?”“Um–” a small smack comes in through the phone, followed by hushed whispers. “Y-yes, Wren. C-can I call you b-back…ohh, yeaa...” she moans.My jaw drops. “You’ve got be kidding me, Judi! Call me where you’re done.”I jam the red button, a blush coating my cheeks. Of course she’s getting laid. Ugh! This girl.My thumbs hover on Ezra’s name when I eventually find it. What would I say? I’m sorry? What for?I just need him back.It’s almost three p.m and not one call, not one glimpse of him.Before I can push down to call him, my phone blares. I nearly jump out of my skin, heart skyrock

WrenIt’s been two days since that incident and I’m yet to have Ezra to myself. Everyone has been staying at the house, fussing over him.While I sit here, waiting my turn.“This house is stunning though,” Brittany murmurs to me, sliding her hand across the kitchen island.I don’t reply, instead I take a spoon of the food Lizzy and Torch cooked.Not everyone sleeps over, just Ray, Quincy, Torch and Lizzy. So even at night, I can’t even be with him.And as the hours tick, it pisses me of some more.I glance at Ezra in the dining, surrounded by the men. He looks better, not good…but better.His face is full of bandaids, knuckles wrapped up and thankfully, he can walk. Although, he’s been limping but it’s not so bad.As if he can feel my gaze, he looks up at me. My heart does that gallop it usually does around him, and it’s hard to look away.“I know there’s something going on between you two,” Brittany says.I whirl around. “Excuse me?”“Anyone with eyes can see the way you’re looking a

Wren“Yes. God, yes,” I squeal with an eager nod.My answer comes quick. I don’t even have to think about it.I fling myself into his arms before he can clasp the necklace around my neck.Cupping my face, our lips press together. What started out as slow quickly heats up, and when he grabs my thighs over his laps, it only turns hungrier.“My girl,” he rasps through kisses, pushing a hand under my dress to palm my ass.I moan in his mouth, stomach clenching in pleasure as arousal seeps through my core.His hard length teases at my covered entrance, and I grind down on it, pulling a pained groan from his lips.My hands are everywhere. Tugging at his hair, pushed under his shirt. In everything, our lips don’t disconnect.Not when he hooks a finger in the band of my panties, ripping it off. I barely have time to process when he flicks my nub.Only then, do I throw my head back. “Oh god…mhm..”His strokes are fast, and then two fingers slip into me without warning.“Fuck, you’re hot,” he