Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 23

Wren

[Three Days Later]

"Ezra please," I beg, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

He raises a brow. "You're begging. This is serious."

"It is. Come on, she'll land soon."

"I thought Ray disapproved of this little visitation?"

I roll my eyes. "Ray can suck it. She's only here for a couple of days. Besides, I need to talk with normal people, have normal conversations."

"So what, I'm not normal? Lizzy isn't normal?"

My eyes rake down his body. "You're definitely not normal, Ezra. You're absolutely crazy. Look," I sigh. "Are you going to take me to the airport, or should I order a ride?"

He grabs his phone, typing away and then clicks it shut.

"Alright, let's go."

I grin. "Really?"

His lips twitch, and he nods.

We step out of his room, Ezra behind me and we make our way towards his car at the garage.

The bikers are already ready, their engines revving.

Seconds after I get in, my phone rings.

"Is she already here?" I squint at the screen, making out the letter "R" after some struggle.

"Ray?" I answer the phone.

"Wren, what did I tell you?" His voice comes in, tone annoyed.

With a hand over the mouthpiece, I glare at Ezra. "You told him?"

"He's my president, Birdie. Plus, I only convinced him." He shrugs, gripping the steering wheel.

I huff, going back to the call. "She's already on her way here, Ray. It's too late to tell her to go back. You know I need this."

"You don't understand how this poses a risk to both you and her!" He snaps.

"It's only three days, jesus. Relax."

"Relax? Wren—" he pauses, the line crackling. "This is very reckless. With everything that's going on, I thought you'd have a bit of sense."

The silence that follows is loud, his words biting.

I breathe out. "It's not my fault they're after me. It's you and Ezra's fault, so it's not my problem. Both of you should deal with it."

My thumb punches the red button, hanging up.

I turn to Ezra, jaw tight. "You just beat up a poor guy weeks ago because he snitched, yet you turn around and do the same thing."

"Everything we do is to pro—"

"If you say it's to protect me one more time, Ezra...god help me, I'll jump out of this car."

He snorts. "Birdie, look, I understand how this all looks. And I know Ray and I are to blame for all the targets on your back, but you have to understand that we both want you to safe, even if it means saying no to visitations."

"So, I should send Judi back?"

"That's not what I'm saying," he sighs, eyes dipping briefly to my exposed thighs. "My point is, after Judi visits, any other visit would have to wait until everything settles."

"Would everything actually settle?"

"Hopefully."

I sigh.

Ezra glances at my thighs again, fists clenched on the wheel. "Can you tug your dress a little lower?"

I frown. "Why?"

His jaw ticks, and he pins with a stare. "Those milky thighs are distracting, so please, tug it down."

"Oh." My breath hitches, and I swallow thickly, tugging the hem of the dress as low as it can go.

The gown stretches and tumbles back up, higher than it was. I grab it.

Ezra looks over, jaw set, and then swerves quickly into the parking lot of the airport.

"Leave the car, Birdie," he grunts, turning off the engine but his hands still remain on the wheel, knuckles white.

"Huh? Aren't you coming in?"

He turns to me, dark eyes piercing. "Do you want me to take you over my lap, and drag that little dress up to your waist?"

"What?" I blanch, heart racing.

"Leave the car, Wren," he repeats. "I'll come in when I have my dick under control."

Without meaning to, my eyes drop to his lap. Sure enough, there's a bulge that tents his jeans.

I swipe my tongue across my lips, and bolt out of the car with my heart in my throat.

My phone rings that instant, and when Judi's name comes into view, everything else fades away.

"Are you here?" I ask into the phone.

"Just landed," she replies. "I'm grabbing my suitcase. Where are you?"

"I'm at the lobby, I'll see you when I get out." I walk into the airport lobby.

"Okay, can't wait!"

The call drops. I keep my eyes fixed at the arrival gate, waiting for my short-haired friend.

"Have you seen her?" Ezra siddles up to me, his cologne fills my lungs. The perfect mix of spice, and man.

I shake my head. "She'll soon be out. Have you taken care of your...you know what."

He chuckles, throaty, and low. "Yup. I told it to behave, and it did."

That pulls a small smile from my lips.

Since that day in his bed, things have changed. The hostility isn't as intense. Heck, our conversations are more playful than hateful.

Frankly, it's a breath of fresh air.

It doesn't take long to spot Judi with her little suitcase, her eyes darting around the faces waiting.

"That's her," I say to Ezra, bouncing on my heels. "Judi!" I wave.

She spots me immediately and we run up to each other. We collide in a tangly mess of arms, and airy giggles.

"Wren," she gushes, jumping in my wrms. "I've missed you so much."

I laugh. "I've missed you too."

Her arms squeeze me tighter, our chuckles ringing out.

"Damn," she murmurs in my ears. "Tell me that hottie with the leather jacket and death glare is with you."

I turn around to see Ezra with his signature scowl, and dark eyes glaring at everyone. He catches my eyes, and the scowl fades into a smug smirk.

"Yup. That's Ezra Jax."

Judi's eyes widen. "THE Ezra Jax?"

Ezra strides up to as at that moment, brows raised.

"The one and only," he answers, hands stretched out. "Nice to meet you, Wren's friend."

"I'm Judi," she blushes, placing her hand in his.

Ezra raises her knuckles to his lips, and places a kiss on it.

Judi turns red, nearly melting into a puddle.

I press my lips together, eye twitching to prevent the eyeroll that threatens to come through.

He grabs her suitcase, and we walk Judi out of the airport. I lean closer to Ezra, pressing up against his side.

He gives me a look.

"Stay away from my friend, Ezra," I hiss. "You already took Brittany. Leave Judi alone."

His lips twitch. "I don't 'take' women, Wren. They come to me."