Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 122

Wren

I scramble off him and hold the phone to my ear, heart pounding.

"Quincy? Is every—"

"Donovan just called," she whispers. "He's coming home. And Ray doesn't look like he'll be sleeping anytime soon. Come home, Wren."

"B-but...I can still sneak back in, right?"

She lets out a breath. "Yes. But if Donovan comes home before you, he's going to be up patrolling. You know how he is."

"He's so annoying, Jesus." I pinch the corners of my eyes. "Alright, I'll be coming home. Thank you."

The line goes quiet for a bit before she speaks. "You sound happier, better. I wish Ray could see how good you both are together."

I smile at Ezra and his brows draw closer, eyes narrowed as he sits up. "What?" He mouths.

But I bite my lip, hiding my wide smile. "I am happier, Quincy."

"I'm happy for you. Come home soon, Ray's asking why I'm still up. You know your brother, always sniffing around."

"I know. I'll be leaving soon."

"Call me when you get here."

She hangs up before I can respond and I throw my phone to the side.

"What did she say?" Ezra asks.

My lips twitch and I drag the heavy duvet from his body, and straddle his thighs, arms around his neck.

I play with the hair at his nape, and lean in. "We have just a few more minutes together." My voice is low, sultry. "What do you have in mind?"

"Depends." His hands slide down my waist and the curve of my hips.

"On what?"

"On if you're going to smack me when I speak."

I laugh. "So you're thinking about something dirty, nasty, huh?"

"When have I ever thought about something—"

The look I give him shuts him up, lips pressed together. "That's what I thought."

He snorts, then sighs. "I don't know when next we're going to see ourselves–" his hand slips under my cardigan, "–and I wish you didn't have to leave. I miss you in my bed, in this house..."

I miss this house too. Miss sleeping in the same bed, miss the cuddles, the teasing...and everything else.

My hands sink into his hair, pulling a groan out of him. "I'll sneak out again. I'll come see you, we can work around it."

"No." He shakes his head and raises his eyes to mine. "Sweetheart, I can't let you keep sneaking out."

"But—"

"Wren."

"No, Ezra. I'm not a child!" I snap. "I'm an adult! Why do I even have to be sneaking around?!"

He grins, eyes crinkling at the corner. "My fire cracker." He kisses my cheek, my nose, my eyes.

And just like that, I melt in his arms.

"I'm not a child though," I mumble.

"You're not, sweetheart." He bites on my neck. "Look at you, you're pregnant with our baby."

My giggle gets cut off on a moan when he sucks harder on my neck. I tug harder on his hair as my lips fall open.

"It only makes you sexier." His hands slips into my leggings. "Absolutely breathtaking." He squeezes. "Nothing childish about that."

He slams his lips against mine, and I shudder when I feel him against me. Hard, thick.

This time, the air cackles between us. Loudly.

Our lips and tongues thrash against each other in a desperate dance. Fast and shallow, needy.

A low growl rips from Ezra's throat and he flips us. "I need you," he begs.

Cupping his jaw, I search his eyes. "You have me."

His pupils dilate as he drags my leggings down my legs, and pushes my cardigan over my head. It hooks around my wrist, and he holds it in place.

"You're still so perfect." He settles between my thighs. "Even more so."

Ezra pushes against me, and my nipples tighten. Wetness pools between my thighs, and I see the mess on his sweat pants.

Heat flares up my cheeks. "I've...I've made a mess."

His head dips and he nips my lips. "The prettiest mess."

With that he slides his sweats off, and crawls up my body. "We're going to be quick, okay?"

I nod.

He hasn't even touched me yet my whole body trembles, fists clenched around my cardigan.

"Take a deep breath for me." He guides the head of his cock to me, and I inhale sharply. "That's my girl."

Ezra slams home in one thrust, and my eyes fly open, back arching.

"Oh m-m-my g-g..." I gasp.

It's been so long. Too long since we've had each other like this. And it shows, in the way we breathe, in the way we move.

We both look down as he slides out—shiny, coated with my arousal—and slams back in. The sight turns my belly into liquid warmth, and a puddle floods out of me.

"Fucking hell," he swears, pinning me with that look.

The look that never fails to take my breath away.

Absolute adoration.

His jaw is tight, face wrecked.

I did that to him. I ruined him in the best way.

Tears sting the back of my eyes as he moves. "I love you.".

He pushes my knees up to my chest. "I love you, my pretty girl."

And. He. Pounds. Into me.

God, he fucking wrecks me. I feel him in the pits of my belly. I don't know where he ends and where I begin.

"Oh...oh y-yeaa..."

"You're so tight, so warm...so wet."

The squelching sound of our intimacy echoes in the room as if to confirm his words.

His jaw slacks, eyes fixed where we're joined.

Watching.

Every thrust. Every suction.

Sweat trickles down his tight abs, and then a hair falls over his eyes.

And it undoes me.

My orgasm slams into me without warning, taking me by surprise, and I moan. Long, and loud.

"Babyyy....goddddd..." my eyes roll to the back of my head as I tremble, shaking violently as he fucks me through it.

I can't stop shivering, every nerve-ending standing on their ends. His skin on mine, his thrusts...they send a jolt up my body.

Everything feels sensitive.

"Goddamn, Wren, you're fucking squeezing me like a v-vice." He pushes in. "Fuuuucckk..." And out. "I'm not going to—"

He tenses, eyes pinched shut as he spills into me. His neck strains, hands holding me tightly.

And when he's totally spent, his eyes flutter open and he shoves the cardigan from my wrists as he collapses on me.

"Holy fucking hell!"

Ezra spreads his arms wide open and I walk into them.

It's time to go. Unfortunately.

After he'd cleaned me up and given me some water, we had to get moving. Or rather, I had to get moving.

My thighs hurt, my knees...I'm sore in the only acceptable way.

And I don't want to go.

I inhale his scent, squeezing my arms tight around him as he breathes me in too.

"I'll work this out, okay? A few more days," he says. "I'll come for you."

My eyes lift to his. "Promise?"

"With my life, sweetheart. Ray will just have to accept us because I'm not giving up. Give me a little time."

"I miss you already," I sigh.

"Me too." He kisses my forehead. "Text me or call me when you get home."

"Will you pick up?"

He nods. "Definitely. No more ignoring your calls."

You know what? That's better. If that's all I get out of this visit, I'm happy.

It means we're one step closer to doing this. To being together.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me." I grin. "I'll call you."

The hug breaks and he opens the door for me. "I'll be expecting your call."

With one last look, I blow him a kiss and wave goodbye. He catches it, placing it on his heart and he waves.

It hurts to leave, but I'm not leaving the same. There's a lightness in my chest, a prep in my steps, and a silly grin on my face.

I pass the gates and head out to the road where my ride should be waiting.

My feet keep moving, past a lot of houses until a black van barrels down the road, the headlights bright enough to blind.

I hold my bag to my chest, and keep walking.

My speed picks up when the van slows beside me.

It picks up when I hear the door open.

And when I hear hurried footsteps behind me, I start running. My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle to get my phone out of the bag.

Before I can, I'm yanked by the waist.

And I scream, thrashing. "Put me down!"

"Shut up, Wren."

I still.

That voice.

That condescending tone.

"Donovan?" My voice breaks, all the fight leaves my body. "Th-that's not Ray's car."

He pushes me into the van and gets in behind me. "Obviously."

There are three other men in the van. Two in front and one at the other side of car. I'm caged between Donovan and...The man turns.

"Reggie." The breath leaves me in a whoosh.

That's when everything clicks.

"Hello, Wren Carlisle." He grins, eyes twinkling. "Take her phone and send a message to her stupid boyfriend, Ezra."

I struggle against Donovan as he fights for my bag. I claw at his hand, hitting him over and over until I feel the press of cold metal on my temple.

"Move another inch, make another sound, and I'll put a bullet through your fucking skull."

Everything goes cold.

I swallow thickly as tears quickly fill my eyes.

Donovan takes my bag, and my phone. It's then I realize that I left the pregnancy reports with Ezra.

He shoots a quick text, and tosses my phone out of the car.

"Let's go, Will."

The engine purrs and I know without a doubt, that I am doomed.