Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 10

Ezra

I'm such a fucking liar.

I looked Wren and Ray in the eye and lied through my teeth, with no remorse.

Brittany's teeth sinks down gently on my lips, pulling me away from my thoughts.

Pain mixes with pleasure, a low groan rips from my throat.

The sound encourages her, and the kiss turns deeper. Tongues clashing, teeth bitting...sucking.

Blood surges down my cock. Her hand slips into my unbuttoned shirt, flicking my nipples.

"Fuck yeah," I murmur inaudibly, wrapping her hair round my wrist and tugging it.

She pants, skin flushing under the dim lights. My thighs spread wider to accommodate my heavy cock.

What started out as another way to taunt Wren quickly turns into something more, and my body craves it.

Brittany rocks on my lap, gasping and shivering from the bulge in my jeans. I won't be surprised to find a wet spot there after this.

One thing about her is that she's quiet and compliant, doesn't talk much... unlike Wren.

I peek over at the bar to find she's still there, laughing with Lizzy and Torch who looks like he can barely hold himself up.

"VP..." Brittany whines, sucking on my neck.

It takes a moment to realize I've been distracted.

Thoughts filled with a woman different from the one in my lap, I'm distracted by the woman I'm most definitely attracted to.

Yes, I lied about my attraction to Wren, but if I had to do it again, I would.

Raymond is ruthless, and there are many things he doesn't play about. Topping that list is his little sister.

I very much still love my balls intact.

A hand palms me through my jeans and I tear my eyes away from Wren, gripping Brittany's hands with a glare.

The lustful moment slowly dissipates.

"What are you doing?" I hiss.

She pouts. "You weren't paying attention anymore."

"How many times have I warned you not to touch me like that in public?"

"Come on, EJ, you know..."

I glare harder, jaw tight. "How. Many. Times. Brittany?"

The desire in her eyes quickly dies off when she sees the storm in mine, the hardness of my face.

"I'm sorry." She dips her head, scrambling to her feet.

Letting go of her hand, I stand too. "Leave."

"Will we..." she bites her lip nervously. "Will we meet tonight?"

"If I need you, I'll find you."

I push past her, making my way to the bar for one reason only...to tease Wren.

Lizzy sees me first, lips twitching as she playfully shakes her head. Torch is passed out on the counter.

"Birdie," I whisper to Wren when I'm close enough.

She stiffens immediately, hands freezing on the shot glass but she recovers.

"You're already done with Brittany?" She gives an exaggerated gasp, eyes twinkling. "I had a feeling you're a one minute man."

I chuckle darkly, pressing up behind her. "There's nothing one minute about me, birdie."

A shiver works through her body, but in true Wren fashion...she turns and glares at me.

"What do you want, Ezra?"

I grin. "What do you mean? I've been entrusted to look after you." I turn to Lizzy. "Please, can I have whiskey...neat?"

She slides the glass to me.

"What part of hell is this?" Wren groans, holding her head in her hands. "I'm fine, Ezra. No need to hover."

Ray was right, pissing Wren off has quickly become a hobby, and a guilty pleasure.

"You call this hovering? Wait till we actually step out of the confines of this clubhouse, you might have to find a new word for 'hovering'" I take a sip of my drink, enjoying the irritation and displeasure on her face.

"Help me here, Lizzy. Tell him to find another face hole to stuff his tongue."

Lizzy raises her hand in surrender. "I'm sorry, Wren, but you're on your own."

Good choice, Lizzy.

Wren groans.

"You saw that, didn't you?" I ask her.

"Saw what?"

"Me, stuffing my tongue down Brittany's face hole."

Her face crumples into a grimace. "You're crass, Ezra. But yes, unfortunately I saw that."

So when I repeat her exact words, I'm the one whose crass?

I shake my head.

The fact that she admitted to watching me stuns me. Honestly, I expected her to deny it.

"Did you like it?" I murmur, knowing the answer already. "You imagined it was you, not Brittany right? That it was your mouth my tongue was stuffed into."

Her eyes flick to my mouth, and I lick my lips instinctively. She watches me, eyes dragging down my exposed torso and back to my face...but there's no desire in them.

"I'd rather stuff my mouth with nails, Ezra."

I'd have believed her poker face and her words, if not for the two tight buds peeking through her thin blouse.

A naked image of Wren spread on my bed pops into my brain, my cock loves it. It swells, pushing against the zipper of my jean.

I chuckle, and she shudders. "Tell that to your nipples that are begging to be sucked."

Her jaw drops in shock, but her eyes...the desire she tried to hide shines through.

Fuck.

This went too far.

I'm so fucking hard, and we're not even touching.

The sexual tension between both of us is thick.

The atmosphere feels charged, especially surrounded by the smell of whiskey and smoke, the sound of music.

If Ray finds out the thoughts I have about his little sister...I'm so dead.

Fucking hell, I'd actually need Brittany tonight.

"Since you're not going to let me enjoy my drink and have a nice night," Wren clears her throat. Even her voice is laced with desire. "I'll be going to bed."

She doesn't wait for a response or a comeback, she just leaves.

I'm left to stare after her long milky legs in that short skirt.

I didn't even notice the skirt all this while. If she bends over even a little, all her lady bits will be exposed.

But hell, my dick only grows harder.

Knocking back my drink, I scan the room for Brittany.

She meets my eyes immediately, and that's all she needs to saunter over to me, a sultry smile on her lips.

"Come here," I hiss, grabbing her by her waist until she's standing between my spread thighs.

Brittany giggles but it's quickly cut off by my mouth.

I kiss her hard, smashing our lips together. My hands roam her body, squeezing, punishing.

And for the second ttime tonight, it's Wren that occupies every thought.

Tearing my lips away from Brittany, I speak. "I need you tonight."

"I'm all yours," she whispers, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.