Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 101

Wren

I can't sleep for two reasons.

One: The situation we're all in plays on a loop in my mind.

Two: Ezra isn't here.

It's been a while since we slept away from each other, and now that I'm mad at him, I told him to leave me alone.

He did.

I've tossed and turned on this bed so many times, with all the thoughts running through my mind.

Slowly, I hear my door creak open. I stiffen, squeezing my eyes shut as I pretend to be asleep.

There's a soft thud and a quiet, "shit."

But I don't stir. Thankfully, I turned off all the lights and so I listen to what he's doing.

A lot of quiet shuffling, soft mutters and eventually everything settles. I frown.

The bed didn't dip so he's not on it. The door didn't open and close again, so he's still in here.

Doing what?

I wait a few more seconds and when I'm not met with any more noise, I turn. Slowly, gently until I reach the other corner of the bed.

He's on the floor.

My throat tightens as I make out his silhouette. Ezra lays on the floor padded with blankets, his back to me.

I don't know how long I watch him before I make up my mind. I grab one of my pillows and scoot down, settling behind him.

He tenses. "Birdie?"

"I'm still mad at you," I say, snuggling into him some more.

"I know. I…I couldn't sleep without you in my arms."

I swallow. "Yea…me too."

It goes silent after that. But none of us are asleep yet.

Until he breaks it. "Can I hold you?"

I reply after a long pause with a cracked, "Y-yea."

Ezra rolls over and scoops me into his arms. My cheek presses on his chest, his heart beat hard and steady compared to mine that's racing a million miles per minute.

I inhale deeply, and close my eyes.

"I'm sor—"

"Not now," I interrupt. "Let's just sleep."

And we do.

Easily, quickly…peacefully.

Ezra places a plate of food in front of me, and one in front of him as he settles in the chair across from me.

It's a quiet morning, tense and unpleasant.

"Thank you," I mutter.

The first words I've spoken to him today. He nods, taking a sip of water before he digs into his food.

Minnesota was beautiful. Sex, outings and more sex. I don't like the situation we've come home to. And I wish we didn't come home.

I take a small bite of my food, chewing slowly and intentionally stalling because I know we're going to have a talk after breakfast.

But Ezra, he rushes through his food. Although that might be because he's heading to the clubhouse in a bit, judging by his already-dressed appearance.

He pushes the empty plate away. "I know what you're doing, but I'm not leaving this house until we understand each other and I can get a kiss from you."

I bury my face deeper in my food, stuffing my mouth so I don't have to talk.

"I'm going to talk, Wren. If you don't want to, you're going to have to listen," he says, then breathes. "I'm sorry. So fucking sorry for what I'm putting you through."

His eyes soften. "You've been patient, understanding and I appreciate it all. Yes, I'm a coward when it comes to this. Despite the circumstances that led to meeting you and Ray, he gave me a home. A safe place.

"It's hard to explain the things Ray has done for me. This VP position was never meant to be mine, there were others who were before me, more deserving of the title. But he chose me. He gave me a place to belong."

I swallow the last of my food and lean back in my seat, listening.

"He warned me before anything even happened between us. He warned me not to touch you, Wren. Time and time again, but I didn't listen—"

"It wasn't all your fault," I say. "You resisted."

"Should've resisted some more," he replies bitterly. "I'm not saying I regret anything, but somehow I wish we went about it better and now I fear it's too late."

"That's why we should talk to him. We both betrayed him, you're not the only one with the burden, Ezra."

"I'm scared." His head bows before red-rimmed eyes stare back at me. "Fucking terrified. Not only because of what he'd do to me, but because I broke his trust. Something precious to him. I messed with his sister—"

I shake my head. "We didn't mess around. We're in love, we're seeing each other."

"He's not going to see it that way." A harsh hand runs down his face. "I know I shouldn't ask this again. God, baby–" he holds my hand across the table, "–I know how annoying it is, and I know that you're right. We should tell him. But I don't think now is the right time."

My lips press together, and I blink rapidly, keeping my tears at bay. "Answer me this question."

"Okay."

"This delay, is it because you're still terrified, or because of the timing alone? Or is it both?"

"I'm still terrified, but that's not why I'm asking us to postpone the announcement. Hell, I'd never not be terrified but this delay…it's only because of the timing, sweetheart. I promise you."

"And when will the plan with the President of Smitties MC hold? How long would it take for everything to settle?"

A shoulder lifts in a half shrug. "Honestly? I don't know. But give me one week. Whatever happens in that one week, we will tell Ray at the end of it. No matter what."

"You've made a lot of promises…"

"On my life, Sweetheart. I swear it." He leans forward, eyes determined. "After a week, we're marching straight to Ray's home to tell him everything. And we're not leaving until he accepts us…even if I have drop to my fucking knees and beg."

One more chance. One more benefit of doubt.

I nod slowly. "Okay. If after a week you decide to push it farther, I will tell Ray with or without you. Do we have a deal?"

"Deal. Fuck, yes."

A deep exhale leaves my lips, my shoulders feel lighter. And when he gives me that heart-stopping smile, every residual anger evaporates.

Poof!

Just like that.

Like as if it was never there.

"Can I kiss you now?" He asks. "I'll be heading out soon."

I shrug, packing up the plates and loading them in the dishwasher.

He crowds me from behind, caging me in his arms.

His breath fans my ears and neck when he speaks.

"I'm sorry." He kisses my neck.

"So sorry."

Kiss.

"It'll never happen again."

Kiss.

"My darling."

Kiss.

"My love."

Kiss.

"My girl." He nuzzles my neck, and tickles me.

The giggle bursts out of my lips in uncontrollable fits, taking me by surprise.

I spin around in his arms, wrapping my hands around his neck as my laughter dies out.

His eyes crinkle at the corners, the grays look so much lighter and god, he smells so delicious.

"You're annoying, you know that right?" I huff.

He bumps my nose. "I know. And you're amazing, you know that right? My perfect, pretty girl."

"Oh please."

"I got you something," he says, letting me go for just a second as he pulls out a dainty rose gold charm bracelet from his kutte pocket.

My jaw drops. "This is beautiful."

"It's one of the things I got for you in Minnesota."

"Really? When?"

"I had it customized so Andre had to pick it up for me before we left. Look." He clasps it gently on my wrist and I see the charms.

A small bird, a wren, to be specific. An EJ charm. And a date. The date we became official.

He pulls me to him. "It's been four months today, darling."

I blink. And everything clicks.

"Oh my god!" My eyes widen. "I didn't remember."

"I know, love. I remembered for the both of us."

"Four months…"

"Amazing ones."

I throw my hands around him and hug him, lips quivering. "I'm sorry that I forgot."

"Nothing to be sorry for." He rubs my back soothingly, then kisses my cheek.

"Thank you for this bracelet. It's so thoughtful."

"You're welcome."

When we pull away, I don't waste any time lifting on my tiptoes. "I love you so much." And I kiss him.

He sighs in my mouth, hands tightening on my waist as our lips move together. Deep, ragged breaths mingling together.

It alternates between slow and fast. Deep and shallow. It feels like forever since we last kissed, since I had his hands on me.

His hand curves around my hips and squeezes. I moan, melting in his arms as goosebumps scatter across my skin.

I trace his chest, his hair, his arms. His length is hard, poking my belly. I shudder.

When he slips a hand under my shirt and up to my naked breast, his phone rings—a shrill tone that has us jumping away from each other.

"Fuck, Jesus!" He swears, pulling it from his pocket. "It's your brother."

He picks up. "Ray, good morning…on my way already…got it, no problem, man."

The call ends and he sighs looking down at his length. "I'd suggest a quickie, but I want to take my time with you."

My skin flushes. "I'll be here when you get home."

"I hope so." He gives me another sweet kiss. "Call me when you need me. I love you."

"I will."

I stare at the door longingly as he leaves, and when the door shuts, I smile to myself, giggling happily.

I practically skip up the stairs to my room and the moment I take off my clothes to have my shower, I freeze.

My blood runs cold.

On my bed is a dress.

A dress I haven't seen in months. A dress I did not bring back from Seattle.

The very dress I wore on my first date with Tristan.

How?