Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 28

Ezra

The warm water beats down on my body, my hair sticking to my forehead.

Wren's underwear peeks at me from the pockets of my jeans. I had come home a few minutes ago and went straight into the shower.

Somehow, her scent still clings to my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut.

My mind threatens to flesh out the past hour, but I force it to the back of my mind. I won't go down that memory lane, even though my cock aches.

I open my eyes, the tiny lace still sits there...beckoning on me to go down a path I'd never recover from.

Ripping my eyes away, I wash my body, scrubbing hard enough to distract me from the thoughts of Wren, and to somehow wash away her lingering scent.

My gaze still lands on the underwear, and my jaw tightens. I reach for it with the sole purpose of stuffing it out of sight but her arousal hits my nostrils.

My cock twitches, jerking up.

"Fucking hell," I groan, jaw ticking with barely restrained control.

I shouldn't do this.

Even as I think that, I fist the panties. A harsh exhale leaves my lungs.

It's soft. Too soft, like butter. It teases my skin, stirring my nerve endings to life.

And just like that, everything rushes back and all I see is Wren. All I feel is her soft fleshy skin as I dragged the panties down her legs, the pool of wetness between her thighs... But the memory that does me in, is her breathy "yea", her utter compliance to letting me touch her.

She practically melted in my arms, and if I wanted to fuck her right there and then, she would let me.

And fuck did I want to. I want to sink balls deep in her slick warmth, coat my cock in her cum.

"Just this once," I tell myself, running my fingers down my cock.

A shudder works through my body, precum leaking from the head. I lift the panties to my nose and inhale, my lungs expanding greedily.

"Oh fuck, birdie." Her scent is heady, addicting, and it unleashes something in me. Something primal...hungry.

I pump a fistful of the soap and without hesitation, I stroke my cock. My grip is firm, tight as I picture myself fucking Wren.

My legs spread wider, my strokes punishing. "Yeaaaaa...Birdie...ohhh..."

Incomprehensible words spill from my lips, my heart pounding painfully in my chest.

Wren is everywhere. I see her milky thighs spread wide open for me, her nipples taut and aching, and her lips...god, her beautiful, pink lips parted for me.

She has no idea how tempting she is, and how she's got me on my fucking knees.

My hand slams on the wall, and my head tilts forward, damp hair falling over my face.

A familiar tingle nags at my spine, my toes curl as I jerk faster and harder, chasing my orgasm.

My vision goes white, and I explode.

"F-fuucckk..." I groan low in my throat, "oh m-my...shhiittt..."

Thick ropes of cum shoot out of my dick, some landing on my chest, others on the wall. I give myself two more pumps until everything is out.

My pulse thunders, legs trembling violently, threatening to give out. I lean on the wall, staring down at the mess on my chest.

Using the panties still in my hands, I wipe my chest and the sight of both our arousals mixed together has my cock jerking again.

"I'm going to hell," I murmur, running a hand through my damp hair.

I wipe the walls, wash her panties and take another shower before heading out of the bathroom.

As soon as I step out, my phone lights up with a missed call from Ray. I freeze, for only a moment.

Guilt gnaws at me, my stomach twisting unpleasantly.

How do you talk to your best friend after jerking off to his little sister who he has warned everyone to stay away from?

God, I'm such a fool.

With a sigh, I shrug on some clothes and head into the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry for some snacks.

I need something in my stomach before talking with Ray.

Grabbing a bag of chips, I go back to my room and call him back.

He picks up on the first ring.

"You said she was at your bar?" Ray asks.

"Yea," I reply. "She was with Judi."

"She wants to give me a heart attack." Ray lets out an irritated sigh. "What was she doing there? Was she with any man? Did anyone touch her?"

The question takes me back to that moment at the VIP bar...again. I press my lips together.

"No," I lie. "All she did was hang with Judi and kiss some guy."

A guy I wanted to throttle for being lucky enough to have her lips on his.

Ray groans. "God, no. Who was it?"

"A tourist more or less, not from here. And definitely not from any MC's around."

"Okay, at least that's better. You have their location?"

"Yup. I'll go there tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, EJ." Ray breathes. "Thank you for looking out for her as her second big brother."

Big brothers don't have intense orgasms to the thoughts of their 'little sister'.

My throat tightens. "Sure, anytime."

For so long, I've kept my attraction to Wren at bay, pushing her away because she's way too young for me, and she's Ray's sister.

But these days, it's getting harder to. Especially when she looks up at me like she wants me to ruin her in the best possible way.

"By the way, EJ..."

"Yea?" I answer, voice hoarse.

Ray pauses. "You good?"

"Yea, just really exhausted."

Exhausted from the guilt of the things I've thought about Wren, the things I said to her in that bar...and overwhelmed by shame for not regretting it in the slightest.

"Oh, of course. It's late, I'm sorry."

I hum. "It's fine. What's up?"

"I found out something earlier today," he says. "Tristan Fuller...he was part of a biker gang. And so are the men that came around that day."

I sit up, the chips falling. "What's the name of the gang?"

"Smitties MC."

My jaw drops.

No fucking way.