Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 70

Wren

"Yes. God, yes," I squeal with an eager nod.

My answer comes quick. I don't even have to think about it.

I fling myself into his arms before he can clasp the necklace around my neck.

Cupping my face, our lips press together.

What started out as slow quickly heats up, and when he grabs my thighs over his laps, it only turns hungrier.

"My girl," he rasps through kisses, pushing a hand under my dress to palm my ass.

I moan in his mouth, stomach clenching in pleasure as arousal seeps through my core.

His hard length teases at my covered entrance, and I grind down on it, pulling a pained groan from his lips.

My hands are everywhere. Tugging at his hair, pushed under his shirt. In everything, our lips don't disconnect.

Not when he hooks a finger in the band of my panties, ripping it off. I barely have time to process when he flicks my nub.

Only then, do I throw my head back. "Oh god...mhm.."

His strokes are fast, and then two fingers slip into me without warning.

"Fuck, you're hot," he cusses, darkened gaze pinned on me.

He pushes in and out, deep, long strokes that have stars bursting behind my lids. My nipples harden into two tight peaks, chaffing against the material of my dress.

Goosebumps scatter across my body, my lips in an 'o' as he watches me, and proceeds to shatter me into a twitching mess of pleasure and orgasm.

The soft clank of his belt buckle sounds. Ezra pulls out his dick, thick and engorged. A bead of precum at the fat head.

With one hand on my waist, and the other gripping his length, he guides me down on it.

"Ezraaa...." It's a choked sound when I'm fully seated.

I feel him everywhere. Every hard inch of him settles inside me, and when I start bouncing on his cock, I lose my mind.

"That's it baby," he croaks. "Take it all, fucking ride me."

And I do. God, I do.

He yanks down the front of my dress and bra, latching his lips on my breasts, and my toes curl, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh god...oh god...baby...ohhh..." the sounds just fall from my lips unashamedly.

I don't care that we're fucking on his truck bed in the middle of the beach, I don't care that any one within distance will hear us, or see us.

All I care is that this man loves me, and he's currently rocking my world.

My hips roll, buck, and grind on him. And he gives it to me, thrusting over and over again.

When I find his eyes, I nearly come undone. His jaw is tight, pupils blown.

He looks ruined, destroyed in the most beautiful way.

"Say you're mine." He brushes the spot inside of me, I shiver.

"I'm y—"

He thrusts, the words cutting off by a long moan.

"Say it."

He pushes again.

In.

Out.

In.

I'm too lost to be coherent.

"Fucking say it." He smacks my bum and pinches my nipples.

"I'm yours...oh g-goddd..."

I shatter in his arms, trembling all over as I come.

"Good." Thrust. "Girl."

And he tips over the edge of his orgasm, filling me with his release.

I hold him to my chest, coming down from our high.

"Fuck, I love you."

I'm still grinning from ear to ear, fiddling with the necklace and ring around my neck as Ezra drives us home.

Anytime our eyes meet, he gives me this heart-stopping, giddy smile. Like the one he's giving me now.

I'm not alone in this feeling, and it feels good.

"Judi's gonna freak," I laugh already imagining her excitement.

Ezra parks in our driveway.

Our.

Damn.

Subconsciously, I've made Ezra's home, my home.

"Sweetheart." He turns to me. "I know you want to tell Judi, I wish I could claim you in public too. But can we... wait?"

I frown. "To tell Judi."

"To tell anyone, baby." His voice comes out low, almost like it pains him to even suggest it. "Let's just live in this little bubble for a while, figure out a way to tell Ray."

My heart plummets, but I sigh because I get it.

This is a milestone for us, one that would piss Ray off if he hears about it.

"I understand."

"Trust me, I want to talk about you to the guys, I want to hold you and kiss you without being questioned or worse, beaten for it. Give us some time? Please?"

Blowing out a breath, I squeeze my eyes shut. "I was so excited to tell Judi."

"I know, Birdie. I'm sorry for ruining it."

Tilting my head, I stroke the stubble on his chin. "You didn't ruin anything. You're perfect, everything is."

I give him a firm kiss.

"Fuck, that just makes me feel worse." He looks away from me, but I don't let him go very far.

"Hey," I coax. "We'll take our time, okay? I get it, I do."

He stares into my eyes, and then rests his forehead on me, breathing deeply.

"I love you," he murmurs.

"I love you."

And that's enough for me.

"You know how inquisitive Ray is, I'm surprised we've not been caught yet," Ezra mumbles, unlocking the doors.

I'm surprised too. It's unlike Ray.

"I think it's because he's too occupied with Quincy and the baby, and he trusts y—"

I stop my words but Ezra catches it regardless, a bitter smile taking over his face.

"He trusts me," he sighs. "And I've broken it in more ways than one."

"Ezra, baby...don't."

"But it's true."

I don't reply, he's not wrong. It's now I realise just how wrong what we're doing is. God, this will hurt Ray if he finds out.

"We'll tell him," I say. "We'll tell him before he finds out. For now, let's just...be."

He runs a hand through his hair. "Oka—"

A loud ring echoes in the car, Ezra's phone lighting up with a text.

"Speak of the devil," he mutters, swiping across it.

Then he tenses, face quickly hardening.

"What's wrong?" I'm on him immediately. "Is that Ray? Is everything okay? Is Quincy okay? What—"

"Remember Reggie?"

The man that insinuated that he'd use me for prostitution, the man that wanted me as his payment for my dad's debt.

I frown. "Yes. Why?"

"He's in the same MC as those Tristan's men."

"The ones that set the clubhouse on fire?"

He nods. "Yes. After we beat up one and sent them a message, Reggie has responded."

"What did he say?"

"That—" he pauses, jaw ticking, "he's coming for you...and us."

My mouth drops. "You said you didn't kill the man."

"We didn't. But we taught him a lesson."

"Oh god, Ezra."

I can hear the loud thumping of my heart.

"Do you know what this means though?"

I shake my head, stomach rolling.

"It means they're all together, Wren. They're all Tristan's men."

My blood runs cold. "What if...what if they're using this to get revenge for Tristan?"

The look he gives me solidifies the answer to that question.

My throat dries.

No.

No way.