Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 58

Wren

My smile is coy.

"Something to make you come home on time," I say breathily, biting my lip.

Popping the button of his jeans, I slide my hands into them. His dick springs up immediately, and he throws his head back.

"Birdie, fuck, your–we're in front of Ray's ho—" I pump him. "Fuuucckk..."

His thighs spread wider, giving me more room. I lick a strip up my palm, and take him out, stroking him.

He gradually swells in my palm, pulsing.

A bead of pre-cum leaks out from the tip, and I swirl it around the cushiony head.

The car's too dark to see clearly, but it makes everything more exciting, forbidden.

Saliva pools in my mouth at the sounds that spills out of his lips, wetness trickling between my thighs.

God, he's so sexy. I wish I could see him some more, but I make use of my imagination.

I pump him from root to tip. Again, again...and again.

His thighs shake slightly, and he wraps a large hand around mine, helping me. The grip is firmer, tighter...rougher.

His calloused hand is a sharp contrast to mine, sending a thrill up my spine.

"Oh g-goddd, Birdie. This is s-so fucking crazy." He shudders, lips falling open.

His other hand reaches over to touch me, but I swat it away.

"This is just for you," I rasp.

The point is to keep him on edge, to make him want to come home to me....in good time.

It's supposed to be a subtle promise of more to come.

"Oh yea? Ohhh...b-but tell me," he licks his lips. "Are you wet for me, Birdie?"

My stomach clenches, and I shift in the seat, nodding slowly. "I'm drenched. Soaked...god, you're so sexy."

His snort gets interrupted by a groan halfway. "Look at you talking dirty to me."

I manage a small smile, our hands moving quicker, harder.

Ezra shivers, hips thrusting up, and just when I know he's about to come, Ray's front door flies open.

"Fucking hell!"

"Oh my god!"

My hand flies off him, and he struggles to tuck his very hard cock into his denim.

The windows roll down to filter the musky scent of sex, and I push my door open, nearly falling out of the car.

Quincy grins, arms crossed as she stands at Ezra's window.

No sign of Ray anywhere, and I breathe out.

"I knew something weird was going on," she laughs. "You both know this was very risky right?"

I stand beside her, looking down at Ezra, whose eyes are still pinched shut, muscles tensed and jaw tight as he leans in his seat.

His leather kutte is thrown over his thighs, and a hand rests over his eyes.

Quincy sighs. "I saw when the car was parked down the road. And I saw the exact moment you guys arrived here. Except you want Ray finding out...I suggest you stick to EJ's house."

My pulse slows gently, throat tight. "Where's he?"

"In the shower. I'll leave you two to it, but make it quick."

Ezra's dark gaze meets mine the moment Quincy leaves.

"That was so fucking reckless, Wren. What the fuck?" He snaps, running a hand down his face.

I frown. "I'm sor—"

"Just go inside."

"I didn't mean—"

His glare cuts me off. "I said go inside, Wren."

A thick lump settles in my throat, eyes stinging and I turn around and run into the house.

Quincy frowns when she sees me. "Are you okay?"

But I don't reply, pushing past her—and Ray in the hallway—into the spare room.

A knock follows immediately after. "Chirp? What the fuck did the EJ do?"

"Baby, let her be," Quincy mutters. "Thought you're both heading to the pit by nine. It's twenty minutes to nine."

"Do you know what happened?"

"Nope. But I'm guessing they probably had their usual fight, it's not a big deal."

"But she's crying," Ray replies. "He made her cry."

"Well, I don't know but go talk it out with EJ. If she's crying behind this door, then she needs to be left alone."

I say a silent thank you to Quincy because if Ray shoves this door open, I don't think I'm mentally prepared to lie about Ezra and I.

Slowly, their footsteps drag away from the door and I crawl over to the bed, heart in my throat.

I know it was reckless of me. I know how badly he's trying to hide this from Ray, and how hurt he feels about all of this.

But I meant no harm. I wasn't setting him up to be caught. I would never.

A tear finally slips free from my eyes, and I hug a pillow to my chest, curling up on the bed.

Just then, my phone vibrates but I don't pick up. The door twists open, and Quincy walks.

"Hey, Wrennie." She sits on the bed, rubbing my back. "He's calling."

"Isn't he supposed to be with Ray?" I ask, sniffling.

She shrugs. "Talk to him."

"I'm not in the mood. He snapped at me."

"I'm sorry. He's a big-headed tool."

I wipe at my eyes, and stare up at the ceiling. "I know it was risky, careless even."

"It was." She nods solemnly.

"But I'd never put him in such a situation on purpose."

"He was terrified, Wren. Being with you in itself is a risk, and then almost getting caught by Ray...I'm sure he's probably thinking what if Ray was the one that came out instead."

I exhale shakily. "I'm terrified too."

"You know Ray wouldn't hurt you. But he'd hurt Ezra."

God, she's right. I've been selfish, haven't I? Too occupied instead with my wants and needs, my own desires.

"You love him, don't you?" She says softly, pushing her red hair out of her face.

I throw a pillow over my face and just...scream.

It's muffled, but it's so relieving. I heave out a long, deep sigh.

"I think so," I reply. "But he's not ready for that."

She squeezes my arm softly, rubbing her bump. "I think you both should tell Ray if things are getting serious."

My breath hitches, and my stomach dips.

"Oh no. No. No. No way, Quincy." I shake my head from side to side. "Please, don't tell Ray."

"I'd never. But trust me when I say it's better Ray finds out from either of you, before someone else tells him."

"Quincy..."

She raises her hands in surrender. "I'll drop it, I swear. It's good advice, but I'll drop it."

Before I can reply, my phone rings again.

"Still him?" I ask.

"Nah." She hands the phone to me. "It's an unsaved number."

I frown, eyes squinting at my screen trying to piece together whose numbers it might be.

"Maybe he's calling you with another number, probably assumes you won't talk to him if he calls with his."

"Hm," I say. "Sounds like what he could do."

"Let me get us a snack, talk to him."

She pats me and leaves, and I tap the green button, holding the phone up to my ear.

"Ezra?"

A low chuckle responds. "Hello, Wren."

My heart thumps, the voice familiar yet unfamiliar. It's eerie, and uncomfortable.

"Do-do I know you?"

"Of course," the male voice responds. "It's Mitch. Remember?"

The man from the diner. The man that saved me when I didn't ask to be saved, and the man that I now owe.

I go quiet, sitting up on the bed as goosebumps flood my skin, a chill settling in my bones.

My voice is an inaudible squeak when I reply. "Y-yes."

"Good. You owe me, and I'm here to collect."

I gulp, not responding.

A beat passes without any words being said and I realise quickly he's waiting for me to speak.

"W-what do you want?"

The line cackles between us, his breathing heavier, deeper.

"I want...Ezra Jax."

The line goes dead, and my phone drops from head the exact moment Quincy walks in.