Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 53

Wren

"Hey, Birdie." A low murmur sounds in my sleep, followed by soft, wet pecks on my lips and cheeks. "Darling, get up."

I stretch, eyes fluttering open to see Ezra smiling down at me.

I offer a sleepy smile in return, yawning. "Hey, baby."

His eyes light up as he presses his lips against mine in a short, sweet kiss.

"Remember that date?" He asks.

"Mhm."

"You might want to start getting ready."

I blink slowly. The words filter through my sleep-muddled brain, and then they click.

I shoot up from my bed. "Oh shit! What time was it supposed to be?"

My limbs knock something down, and it lands with a soft thud.

When I move towards it, Ezra slips a knee on the bed and wraps a hand around my throat.

His lips come down on me, hard. I moan in his mouth, responding with the same urgency.

My stomach clenches, nipples hardening into firm peaks.

I grip his arms for some needed balance as he rocks my world with his mouth. When his tongue pistons in and out of my mouth, I taste metal.

And I shudder.

He's wearing his tongue ring. It's the first time I'm kissing him with it, and he's yet to go down on me with it too.

The heat of the kiss slowly dwindles, it turns slow until it eventually stops.

I blink up at him slowly, dazed.

"You good?" He raises a brow.

I nod.

He pecks my lips, and stares at me. "You're not late, hell I haven't even dressed up either. I woke you up so you'd have time to do your hair and makeup."

Oh.

My cheeks heat up, and my heart slows to its normal rate. "I d-didn't realize."

His lips twitch. "I know. So take your time, we won't be late."

"Okay."

Ezra grabs the large fallen box from the floor, and hands it to me.

"So that you don't go through the hassle of looking for an outfit," he says.

And with one last kiss, he leaves me to it.

Opening the box, I gasp, my eyes going wide.

You guessed right. Another gift.

God, this man spoils me silly.

Tristan never gave me gifts, unless it was my birthday or our anniversary.

Speaking of gifts, I got something for Ezra at the mall earlier. My eyes find my purse on the vanity, and I bite my lip.

I'll give it to him later.

Shrugging Ezra's shirt over my naked frame, I touch the dress, tentatively.

Blue.

That's the colour. Almost the same shade as my eyes.

It's a long silk dress with thin straps, and from the look of it, a very open back.

"This is pretty," I murmur to myself, enjoying the softness of the material.

Snapping out of the sweet gesture, I hop into the shower with a silly smile on my face.

Ezra's taking me on a date! A date!

The mirror stares back at me, and a proud grin stretches across my face.

My hair is in a low bun with tendrils framing my face, my make-up is flawlessly done.

And the dress. God, it's even more beautiful on me.

It hugs my skin softly, a thigh-length slit adds some sass including the very open, and very low back that covers just from my waist down.

The silver heels go well with the dress, and my smile only spreads wider.

Ezra's gift sits on the table, and as if my thoughts summoned him, I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

"Birdie, can I come in?" His voice follows after.

My breath hitches, and I tug on the dress, feeling a little self-conscious.

"Yea," I reply, voice small and shy.

The door opens to reveal Ezra, and god, I'm mesmerized, blown away.

He's in an all black tux, the dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to look sexy, exposing a sliver of skin and a peek of his tattoos. A silver chain glimmers from his neck.

Some of his hair falls over his eyes in a messy style. Then his eyes, they stand out.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, dazed. "I tried to get the exact shade of blue that matches your eyes, but I couldn't find it because your eyes are as rare as they come."

A thick red flush floods my skin, and I stare at him through my lashes. "You look nice too. Didn't think you owned a suit."

He snorts. "I don't. At least not a three-piece. Just got this for our date."

"What if I had said no?"

His hand splays across my waist from behind, my bare back brushing across his smooth tux, and my ass settles snuggly on him.

"If you said no..." he drawls. "I'd just have to fuck you until you say yes."

A startled laugh falls from my lips, and I roll my eyes. "What did I expect, you caveman?"

"Only for you."

He tilts my chin up and leans in for a kiss.

"Ezra no, you'll ruin my lipstick."

"Why would you apply lipstick knowing very well that when I see you in this dress, I'll want to kiss you?"

I giggle. "I'm sorry."

"Well, I've got to get a kiss somehow, Birdie."

Gently, I press my lips to the corner of his mouth and when I pull back, he blinks at me.

"That's it?"

I nod. "Mhm."

He huffs, our eyes locked on each other through the mirror.

We're perfect.

We fit against each other. Almost like a perfect match. I wonder if he's thinking the same thing as he stares at us.

Large muscled arm around my waist, and my dainty fingers that rest on them.

Slowly, he sways us from side to side.

And I just breathe. Content, sated...satisfied.

When he begins kissing my neck, I melt in his arms, tilting my head to give him more access while I watch him through the mirror.

There's something about watching him that warms my stomach, tightening it at the same time.

His suction on my skin increases.

"Ezra..." I moan, eyes rolling to the back of my head while I grip his arm.

A hand palms my breast, and I shudder, nipples hardening painfully, they're obvious through the thin dress.

His length swells, and my ass pushes back on it.

He hisses, squeezing my waist. "If you don't stop moving, we're definitely going to be late."

At this point, will I really care?

The back of his knuckles skim along my breast, sliding down to my stomach and to my exposed thigh.

"You're n-not helping." My chest heaves, heart pounding.

Suddenly, he spins me around.

I gasp, hands flying around his neck.

His lips curve, eyes heated as he cups my jaw with one hand, while the other slides down the curve of my ass.

"You have no idea, Birdie," he croaks, "no idea, what you do to me."

My heart flutters. "T-tell me."

He pinches my chin slightly, lifting my eyes to his.

It's a long moment of silence while his pupils ping pong between my eyes.

"Whatever is happening between us... is more than just an attraction."

I stiffen, stomach clenching. "I-I know. We've passed the point of no return."

"We have—Fuck, birdie. This is new for me."

Butterflies swarm my tummy, not nervous ones, excited ones. My eyes light up because this can only mean one thing...

There's a chance Ezra is falling in love with me.

God, yes.

I brush his brows, and beards. "We can take it slow. No pressure."

His forehead falls on mine, and he inhales deeply. "You smell so good."

I guess that conversation is over...just like that.

It guts me, but I swallow it down. We're going on a date, and he's probably feeling a lot.

The gift box glints at me, and I breathe. "I..I got you something."

He stiffens, brows raised and lips tugged down. The surprise is evident in the way his eyes light up.

I hand the box to him.

He squints at me, glances at the box and back at me. "You really got me a gift?"

"It's just something little." I shrug. "Open it."

"Now? You want to watch me open it?"

"Yes."

He chuckles. "Privacy? Pfft, who needs it when you have a girlfriend?"

I freeze... We both freeze.