Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 38

Wren

[A Week Later]

"...I know, Hannah, of course, I remember." Ezra's low chuckle reaches my ears as I hover behind the kitchen door.

Peeking, I see him seated while he plays with a bottle of water. He's shirtless, hair damp from our fighting lessons, and body angled slightly away from the door.

Yes, after much debate, he had finally agreed to the fighting lessons but completely dunked the gun lessons.

He snorts into the phone. "I've got you. I'll definitely be there, okay?" Then, his eyes soften, a wistful smile on his lips, "I love you, baby. So much."

It's not the first time eavesdropping on his conversation. And I wish I could say it's the first time he's speaking to this 'Hannah' but I'd be wrong.

With a frown on my face, I walk in, heading straight to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.

"Hey, Beth, I'll call you later, okay?" He says, and raises a brow at me as he hangs up. "Birdie, how're you doing?"

Chugging the water, I shrug. "Still getting used to it."

"Ready to call it quits?" He taunts, crossing his large tattooed arms, skin glistening from the sweat.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I reply dryly. "Unfortunately, we made a bet, and I don't lose. Two weeks, no quitting and you'll be my fighting coach for as long as I need. The first week is already done."

He hums, impressed. "I've got to say, I didn't think you'd last this long. I was pretty hard on you today, are you sore?"

"It's expected, isn't it?"

Maybe I am a bit salty from overhearing his conversation for the fourth time this week.

"You can't just reply with a yes or no?"

I roll my eyes. "I can."

He narrows his eyes at me. "Are you pissed at me?"

"Nope."

His eyes narrow further, lips pulled into a frown. "Do you need me to give you a massage for the soreness?"

I drag my gaze down his torso, stopping at his large hands. Hands that touched me almost everywhere during our practice scuffle.

Heat burns my cheek as I recall how close we were, tumbling all over the mat in the gym downstairs.

"No, thanks," I snap. "Hannah wouldn't like that."

Neck tilted, his brows pinch together. "Han—oh!" He snorts. "You were eavesdropping?"

"Oh, please." I roll my eyes. "Your voice was loud enough."

Humour settles in his eyes, lips twitching. "You're right. She wouldn't like that, how dare I?"

The sarcasm is thick, mocking me. But I don't give in, even though I want to smack the smile off his face.

"Yea..." I drawl.

A soft creak sounds as he gets up, revealing more of his body, large thighs in those dark shorts that complement his skin.

It's annoying how sexy this man is, and it's also unfortunate that nothing would happen between us despite the thick tension that almost suffocates both of us in this house.

"I'll be heading to the clubhouse, would you come with?"

I shake my head. "No."

"You're saying no to everything today, is it 'No' day today?"

"Ha ha, very funny."

He chuckles, rounding the island. "I'm about to make a little breakfast. What do you think of eggs and bacon?"

"It's fine. Thanks, I'll be heading up now, holler when it's ready."

"You're not gonna help?"

Tapping my cheek, I pretend to think. "Nah. I have a call to make, actually."

He pauses, jaw tightening. "Sean?"

"Yup."

"You talk to Sean almost everyday," he grits out. "Are you hooking up with him?"

I scoff. "If I was, I wouldn't shut up about it."

"I'm still surprised Ray let Quincy hook you up with this guy. And why is it always blondes?"

"Wait." I blink, his words slowly processing. "How do you know he's blonde? The only way you found out his name was because you saw it on my phone. I've never shown you a picture."

"Birdie, surely, you must know me by now."

"What the hell does that mean?"

He grabs a bowl, and shrugs. "It means I did my research. Wouldn't want you ending up with another Tristan."

"Y-you stalked him?!" I screech, jaw dropping.

Ezra isn't fazed, not at my tone and definitely not at his confession. He looks as cool as a cucumber, except for the irritation on his face.

"Is that rhetorical?"

"Wow," I say with a scoff. "You're insane."

"And you're lucky he isn't in New Orleans. Then, you'd see insane. Ray might be on board with this little arrangement, but I'm not."

Speechless, that's what I am. I stand there gaping like a fish while he whisks eggs like it's just another Monday and he did not just insinuate violence to a stranger.

"Honestly, I don't get you, Ezra," I begin, teeth clenched. "You don't want me, yet you don't want others to have me."

His head raises, and he gives me a heated look. "Who says I don't want you?"

My mouth falls open, breath hitching for a brief moment.

"Don't," I warn. "Don't even say that. I have given you multiple chances..."

"Because I want you doesn't mean I can have you."

"Then let others have me."

He rolls his lip between his teeth, and inhales. "I physically cannot, Birdie."

"Why? Give me one good reason."

"Because one of these days, I'm going to let myself have you...at least, just once."

And just like that, those words suck the air out of the room. My throat closes, and he stares, intensely, heatedly, pricking my skin.

I don't know if I should be turned on, or annoyed. Or both.

Forcing the lump down my throat, I glare. "Don't make promises you can't keep. And Ezra?"

"Yea?"

"Stay away from my friends," I hiss. "I mean it."

Whirling around, I stomp up the stairs and to my room, not surprised to see a missed call from my new, and very platonic, friend...Sean.

It's evening by the time Ezra walks through the patio in blue swim shorts.

He pauses when he sees me sitting at the edge of the pool, feet swinging in the water.

The light catches the glint in his eyes, and I see the mischief in them. He grins, and begins running.

"Don't you dare, Ezra!" I scream, but it's too late.

He dives in with a big splash. Pool water drenches me immediately, from my hair to my whole body.

When he breaks the surface, I glare so hard my eyes hurt. "Seriously? I was dry!"

"And now, you're wet." He chuckles, treading lightly toward me, before settling between my thighs.

Droplets drip from his hair and to my thighs, and he shakes his head, splashing me some more.

I huff when he stops. "You're awfully excited. Did something happen at the clubhouse?"

"Nah, nothing happened except that Ray and I paid that Reggie guy." His lips lift, eyes shining as he just stares.

"Is that what's got you smiling?"

He slides further between my thighs, forcing my legs to spread wider to accommodate his large body.

Surprisingly warm hands, rest on my thighs, fingers playfully matching the water droplets on my skin.

"No," he says, raising his eyes to mine. "I'm happy to see you."

My heart stops for a moment, the words settling in the organ. "What?"

He smiles softly. "It's the first time I've been out all day, and I was thinking of you. I missed you."

"Oh." My cheeks heat, pulse thumping. I avert my gaze. "Th-that's...wow. I don't know what to say."

Dark eyes slowly trail down my body, heat licking up every skin his eyes touch—my face, the swells of my breasts, my tummy, my thighs...and even the space between them.

"Say you missed me, too." His breath whispers across my skin, goosebumps pebble.

Of course I did.

It pains me to admit, but Ezra's been growing on me. Not only do I want to jump his bones, but somehow, we're well on our way to being friends.

My smile is coy, lashes batting playfully. "I didn't."

"Something tells me that's a lie."

I bite down on my lip, hiding my chuckle.

"You have a three second headstart to say you missed me," he says, sliding his palm up my thighs.

"One!"

I laugh. "Or what?"

"Two!"

"But I didn't."

His hand settles on my waist, a sly smile on his face. "One!"

Before I can blink, Ezra picks me up.

"Ezra, no!" I shriek.

But the words fall on deaf ears as he throws me into the water, his playful chuckle is cut off by the water in my ears.

I take it back...we're definitely not friends!