Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 52

Wren

"Bye Wrennie, Ezra." Quincy waves while Ray heads in with the items from the mall. "I'll text you about the details for the appointment next week, Wren!"

I poke my head out and reply. "Okay."

"Get back inside, darling," Ezra chuckles. "That's dangerous."

I comply with a chuckle of my own, and he speeds out of their driveway.

Once we're safely away from Ray's street, his hand comes down on my thighs.

I glance at him, and he gives me a smile.

It's a big, sweet smile that has my heart thumping.

"Hi," I say, playing with his long fingers.

He squeezes my thigh. "I missed you today. How was your day? Anything happen?"

The memory of Calvin and Mitch at the diner filters into my mind, but I shove it back.

I can't tell Ezra about it, he'll get worked up, and definitely start trouble when there's no need for one.

Besides, Mitch would forget about the debt.

God, I really hope so.

"Nah," I lie. "It was great, except the long wait at the diner. But everything else was fine, Quincy and I had a lot of fun."

A low hum rumbles from his throat. "Aren't you gonna tell me you missed me too?"

I laugh at that. "Of course I missed you. You're such a big baby!"

"Only for you—oh god," he groans. "Don't let anyone hear that."

Then he gives me a sexy wink, my stomach flips, heat spreading across my cheeks.

I don't know what's happening between us, but something is happening. In as much as I'm scared, I love it.

I really, really do.

Never in a million years did I think that Ezra would ever look at me twice, but here we are...somewhere between being friends and fuck buddies, with a slice of flirting.

Ezra pulls his hand from my thighs and for a moment, I catch myself pouting until he places it back.

"Judi sent me a video message today," I inform him, chuckling at the reminder.

He snorts. "She did, huh? Still asking for details?"

"Yup!"

"If you end up telling her, make sure I look good."

"As if you need your ego stroked some more."

"Maybe not my ego, but there's a part of me that definitely needs more stroking."

I blink, a long, loud and exaggerated gasp falling from my lips.

"Ezra—what's your middle name—Jax!" I shriek. "You're a filthy pervert!"

His laughter rings out in the car, and I can't help but join in. My heart soars...all the way to that zone, and at this point, I can't hold it back.

I don't want to.

Slowly our chuckles die out, and we're left with a comfortable silence. I run my fingers along the veins and tattoos on his knuckles and wrists.

And then he turns his palms upwards.

When I glance at him, I find him already looking at me, and I place my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.

He lifts my hand to his lips and places a kiss on the back of my palms.

"Today was hell without you," he sighs. "Didn't realize how much you've invaded my mind, and my space."

The car crawls to a stop in his driveway, but none of us make any move to step out.

"W-what about your heart?"

The questions leaves my lips before I can stop it. But it's out there anyway, I can't take it back even if I want to.

His gaze cuts to me, and the longer he stares, unspeaking, the more jittery I feel.

My heart pounds in my chest anxiously, mind going over every possible response he could give to that question while I brace myself for the worst.

Ezra cups my jaw, and presses his lips to mine softly.

It takes a minute, but I respond to his kiss. It's the softest kiss we've ever had.

When he pulls away slightly, he searches my eyes.

And then he speaks.

"Have dinner with me, tonight."

It's not a question, not really.

Butterflies swim in my tummy, nerves flooding me. Although, excitement quickly overrides it.

"Tonight?"

He nods. "Is it not a good time?"

"It-it is, b-but wow, okay...okay...."

Oh my god.

Where would we go? Isn't it risky? Do I have an outfit?

"Hey," he murmurs, tracing my jaw. "I can see your mind spinning. What is it?"

"How about Ray?" I blurt. "What if someone sees us, what if—"

"Darling," he interrupts softly, lips twitching.

I melt.

The nickname, his gray eyes on me, even that infamous smirk on his face...Jesus, he's gorgeous.

"Yea?" I squeak.

The smile finally breaks out on his face. "Let me handle it. I just need you to say yes, that's all."

"Okay, yes—wait! What will I wear?"

He kisses me again. "I've got you."

"But—"

Kiss.

"I don't—"

Kiss.

"Ezra—"

Kiss.

Giggles burst from my lips, and he laughs too, our lips still planted together. It makes everything more ridiculous, and we only laugh harder.

I never want to leave. I wish I could wrap this moment and save it for myself, opening it up when the bad days creep in.

"Okay, fine!" I say with a wide smile, eyes crinkling at the corners.

He waits, brow raised and a similar smile on his face.

I hold up a finger. "Where would we—"

He rushes in to kiss me again, but I face-palm him before he succeeds. Fresh laughter falls from our lips again.

"Baby!" I shriek.

We freeze, the laughter quickly fizzles out.

Ezra pulls back, and my stomach twists. "I'm...I didn't mean to—"

"Call me that again," he urges.

"What?"

"Call me that again, Birdie."

"Baby?"

He nods.

"Okay...baby."

His eyes flash, nostril flaring slightly. "I'm thirty-three, Wren."

My brows pinch low, a frown on my face. "Okaayy?"

"I'm a grown ass man," he continues, "so tell me, why do I like that you called me 'baby?'"

I snort, unable to help it. "I like it when you call me 'darling'."

"I know you do," he replies. "Whenever I say it when I'm holding you, you just go lax in my arms. Like you're melting."

I flush, skin heating up quickly. "You're not supposed to tell me that."

"Why?" He genuinely looks confused, eyes squinted.

"Because!" I squeal. "Would you like it if I tell you that you melt when I call you 'baby'?"

His lips press together, eyes lighting up with humor. "I see your point. But it does feel good to hear you call me that. I'm not opposed to more nicknames."

"Oh, don't get greedy now."

"Hush!" He laughs, then sighs as he stares at me. "You take my breath away. And if Ray finds out, we're dead...but I'm willing to take those chances."

"Maybe if we see where this leads, we can tell him before he finds out?"

"Maybe." He shrugs. "I'm really exhuasted though, I need some of your cuddles."

At the word 'exhuasted', a yawn spills from my lips and I suddenly feel tired too.

"A cuddle sounds nice," I mumble.

"It does, yea?" He gives my forehead a kiss and steps out of the car, opening my side of the door.

A smile stretches across my face. "Look at you being a gentleman. Chivalry isn't dead after all."

"But you don't like it when I'm a gentleman..."

I roll my eyes. "When have I ever—"

"In the bedroom." He winks.

My jaw drops as my brain brings to the forefront of my mind memories of all the ways Ezra has taken me.

In the bedroom, bathroom, on the kitchen table, against the wall...the memories play on and on and on like an obscene slide show.

His grin widens. "You're picturing it, aren't you? Look how red you've gotten."

I can only get redder.

"Ezra!"