Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 103

Ezra

We both stare at the dress and jewelry on Wren's bed while she cuddles in my lap as I sit on the chair by her dresser.

"You're sure you didn't bring back any of these?" I ask again.

She exhales shakily. "I think so. God, Ezra, I don't know. If I say I'm sure, then how are these things here?"

"Has anything else happened? Anything that's a bit suspicious?"

"No. Just this." She sniffles. "Maybe I'm being paranoid."

"There's no way someone would break into this house without the alarm going off, baby. Yet, I believe that there's something fishy going on."

"I'm not insane."

"You're not," I affirm. "I'm going to make some calls…"

"What would you say?"

I shrug, sifting my hands through her hair. "Honestly? I have no idea. But do me a favour, don't say this to Ray."

"Why not?"

"He could tell other bikers, and right now…I don't think I trust them."

She sits up in my arms. "Are you saying there's a mole?"

"Something like that."

Anyone that can get into this house has the password. Wren, Ray, myself, and the bikers that guarded the house when Reggie was being a threat.

Someone has either spilled the password to the wrong ears, or they are the ones messing with Wren.

Or even both.

"This is crazy, Ezra." Wren nuzzles in the crook of my neck, her breath fanning the skin.

My jaw tightens. "I'll handle it. Let's keep our eyes and ears open, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you for being here."

"Always. But then, baby, you forgot all the fighting I taught you? What would a lamp do?"

When I came home, I didn't expect to have a lamp almost thrown at me. Neither did I expect to see her trembling so badly.

I look at the door, my keys and phone on the floor because I dropped everything the moment she flung herself into my arms.

She heaves. "I was frozen. Terrified."

"I know. But remember what I taught you. Your safety should be the first thing on your mind before any emotions. You have to be prepared, or would you rather we go over our trainings again?"

"My limbs hurt anytime I remember."

I laugh. "It was your idea!"

"A horrible one. Let's hope this doesn't happen again."

It won't. I hope it doesn't.

An idea comes to mind.

"Where's your phone?" I ask.

When she digs it out and hands it me, I work on it. "I've set up all the numbers on your keypad and input my number as your emergency contact," I say. "Anytime you need me, hold down any number and it'll ring me."

I show her how it's done and my phone blares from the floor.

"Okay, I will." She tries a few times, then peers up at me. "Can we have a little nap?"

"I saw the groceries you bought."

"Yea. Thought of cooking to celebrate four months of being together but then, this whole thing shook me to my core."

"After a little nap, we'd cook together, okay?"

She perks up. "Really?"

"Of course."

Her arms go around my neck and I stand with her in my arms. She's no longer trembling, no longer scared…and I'm glad that I could be of help.

I go to drop her on the bed, but she shakes her head. "Your room, please."

Absolutely.

"Yes, ma'am." I pick up my keys and phone—which is a feat since I'm still holding her, but I don't mind.

When I finally kick the door to my room shut and place her on the bed, I slide in beside her, throwing my jacket and shirt off.

Wren snuggles up on my chest and is out like a light.

And just like that, my nightstand catches my eyes.

My brows furrow. Something is missing.

When it clicks, I stiffen.

It only affirms that someone else has been in this house. Because her engagement ring—Tristan's ring—is missing from the top of the nightstand.

A burst of her wetness—salty and tangy—floods my mouth as a breathy sigh leaves her lips.

Her eyes slowly flutter open, lips parting when she sees me buried between her thighs with her dress bunched up around her waist.

"Ezra wha—"

I take a long swipe of her folds. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, skin flushing immediately.

I repeat it.

Again and again.

Longer swipes, faster.

"Oh g-god," she moans.

Her hands sink into my hair, hips lifting from the bed. I place a heavy hand across her stomach, pinning her to the bed and I feast.

My length thickens in my jeans, and I push a frantic hand to release my belt and the zipper.

I never stop licking, nipping…sucking. I lap her up, fast then slow, deep then shallow.

God, I could die right here and not give a damn. I want to suffocate between her thighs, stay here forever while she gives me everything she has to give.

Fuck.

A groan vibrates out of my chest when my dick jerks, precum seeping out at the thoughts in my head.

He likes it. So fucking much.

"M-more," she whispers, writhing. Her thighs tremble, breath heavy.

"Tell me." I tear my lips away. "What do you want, darling?"

"Y-your f-fingers."

I push two digits in, and she gasps, eyes wide.

"What else, love?" I kiss her thighs, hard enough to leave a mark as I push in and out.

In again.

And out.

"I…I…oh baby, ohhhh…."

I watch my fingers. How she sucks me in, greedily. How she opens up for me, pulsing.

Jesus, the sight is obscene. But it makes my cock harder.

My mouth goes dry.

"Tell me what you need," I say, voice hoarse, low. Dark.

She blushes, and squeezes her eyes shut. "I want—"

"Eyes on me, sweetheart."

They pop open. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, making them shine.

Instinctively, I mirror the action.

With new found determination, her blue eyes lock on mine.

"Fuck me, babe. That's what I need."

My jaw slacks, fingers freezing inside her for a moment. Those sexy as sin words take me by utter surprise.

"My innocent, little girlfriend has a potty mouth," I tease, crawling up her body. "You're so fucking sexy. I've never heard any words hotter."

She blushes. "Behave."

"Come here, you filthy girl." I curl my fingers around her throat and pull her up so I can kiss the fuck out of her.

So my lips can ravage her, take her the way she needs me to.

As we kiss I manage to slide out of my jeans and briefs, flinging them somewhere across the room.

Then, I settle between her thighs.

"How do you want me?" I murmur against her lips.

She doesn't reply, instead she takes charge of the kiss. And I let her. Fuck, I do.

How could I not?

Her kiss is fast, rough, and so hot. Her tongue pistons in and out of my mouth. I feel heady, and so damn hard for her.

Jesus.

When she flips us over, it surprises me again.

She straddles my thighs, tosses her dress and bra to the side and then leans down to kiss my neck.

She nips and tugs on my ear lobe, sucking the skin of my chest.

"God, I love you." I groan as I run my hands down her spine, over the curve of her hips and squeeze her ass.

She's so soft, so pliant. And now that she's taking charge, I wonder how long I'd last.

Hell, I'm worried.

"I want you fast," she murmurs against my ear. Goosebumps spread all over my skin, "–hard. Rough… Fuck me, Ezra."

"Shiiiitt."

My toes curl, abs clenching as I fight the sudden wave of pleasure that rushes to my cock.

"Your wish, darling, is my command."

With that, I flip us over again and without any warning...I slam the fuck home.