Chapter 21

Ride For Me - Daniel Di Angelo

If it weren't for all the tubes and machines hooked up to Sayshen, you'd think he was sleeping. The monitors' constant beeping, which I once found annoying, has become a comfort to me as the hours pass. They tell me he's holding on, that his heart is still beating, fighting.

It's been three days since he was first brought here, and today is the first day we actually received some good news. The doctors say the swelling has gone down, and that they can safely stop the medications keeping him in the induced coma. However, as they've explained, it doesn't mean he'll wake up. That even they can't determine when or if that will happen, but they have done all they can for him. The rest is up to him.

Talon is sitting in the chair across the room. The stubble covering his chin has grown longer in the last few days. It suits him. Despite the concern etched into his face, he looks handsome. Even wearing a simple pair of sweatpants and his Now Or Never hoodie. He's been colder than usual toward everyone, including the team. Shorter too, which is expected, especially with the stress he's feeling.

We've been staying with Sayshen in shifts, which has been helpful. Mr Shaw has been by a few times to check in, but he doesn't stay long. It's clear he's pissed with Sayshen for being so reckless, and while Talon might've forgiven Draygon, I don't think their dad will forgive and forget so easily.

The guys will be here soon to replace us, allowing us time to go home, freshen up, and eat some real food. Not that either of us wants to leave Sayshen, but we know we need to look after ourselves, too. It's what he'd want.

These last few days with Talon have allowed me to learn a lot about him. Even if he's suddenly become a man of few words. I've spent a lot of time watching him. Reading how his body language changes in certain situations, he clearly feels a lot of guilt. For what, I can't be sure, but just being near him, I can feel the weight he carries, and I can't help but feel bad for him.

I have tried to get him to open up more. To let me help. But he's less willing than Sayshen when it comes to letting me in. Just when I think I'm making progress, he shuts down completely, leaving me right back where I started.

The knob on the door twists, and the door slowly opens as Reign, Thorn, and Wolfe make their way into the room. Reign is still in a wheelchair, but he seems to be in better spirits than he has been, considering everything he's going through.

Thorne greets Talon as he tips his chin toward him. "Bex, looking fit as ever. How are you holding up, girl?" he asks in a hushed tone as he leans down to pull me into a hug.

"I'm okay, thanks," I reply, offering a soft smile. The guys have been great. They constantly check up on me, making sure I'm doing okay and that if I need anything at all, I have it. It's clear they all want to be here for Talon too, and support him in any way they can, but he won't let them. So they've turned to me when it comes to asking about how he is doing. Some days, like today, I don't even know what to tell them. It's hard to determine how he's doing when he holds everything in.

"Good. That's good, and our boy?" Wolfe asks as he pulls a chair up next to Sayshen's bed. "Any updates?" His shaggy golden hair is pulled up into a bun on the back of his head today. My eyes are drawn to the beautiful ink that covers his muscular arms—the thick black lines that make up different totem poles and other native symbols that represent his father's heritage.

"They stopped the meds that were keeping him in a coma, but they don't know when he'll wake up," Talon adds with a stern tone from his chair across the room.

"That's good then, right?" Reign asks as he wheels himself up next to Wolfe at Sayshen's bed. "It means whatever they're doing, it's working. He'll be alright, he's got that Shaw blood in his veins."

"Yeah, I mean, they said the swelling has gone down. Which is good, but I won't feel better until he opens his fucking eyes, though," Talon replies.

"Well, if he does, you'll be the first one I call," Wolfe admits. Now, go get some rest—both of you. We'll be here if anything happens."

"Thanks," I whisper, pushing myself to my feet. My legs are numb and shaky from sitting for so long. Slowly making my way toward Sayshen's bed, I brush his thick hair from his face and kiss his forehead softly.

"Here, take my hoodie, girl," Thorne adds, pulling it over his head. "It's chilly out there, and by the looks of it, there's a storm─"

"No." Talon snaps, cutting Thorne off mid-sentence. Pushing himself from the chair by the window, he strides across the room, pulling his Now Or Never hoodie over his head. "She'll wear mine," he adds.

"Okay then, big man," Thorne replies with a smirk.

Standing before me, Talon's expression softens as he hands it to me. His piercing blue eyes watch my every move as I slide it over my head. It's huge on me, with the bottom reaching my mid-thigh, and the moment it's on me, I'm comforted by his familiar scent. Oak, sandalwood, and something else I can't quite pin, but it's intoxicating.

Looking over his shoulder at the guys, his eyes slowly find their way back to Sayshen before Talon clears his throat. "Call me the minute anything changes."

"You got it," Reign replies. "Go get some food, man. He'll be alright, and we won't leave his side."

Talon nods before hesitantly leading me out of the room.

When we get outside, the sky is overcast. There's no sign of the familiar Florida sunshine or warmth as the cool wind billows around us. Pulling my hands into the long sleeves of Talon's hoodie, I wrap my arms around myself as we approach where Talon's bike is parked. He scans the sky with his eyes before grabbing my helmet off the back seat of his bike.

"It's going to be a rough ride. I doubt we'll outrun the storm, and if it gets too rough, I'll have to pull off to the side. I'm not risking going down with you on the back," he admits. I lick my lips, and his eyes fall to my mouth as he pulls the helmet over my head. His eyes lock with mine and he holds my stare before he gently tilts my chin up and takes the straps in his hands.

A lump forms in my throat, as his fingers graze the sensitive skin around my neck. My body vibrates before he quickly pulls away and climbs on his bike.

My lungs empty themselves, and my eyes find their way to the gray sky as I sigh. Something about these Shaw brothers drives my body absolutely insane.

I climb on behind him, wrapping my arms firmly around his waist, as I have done multiple times over the last few days. Once his helmet is secure, he starts up the bike and slowly pulls out of the parking lot onto the main road.

In minutes, Talon is turning off the main road and onto the back roads to avoid traffic. Looking behind us, the tall hospital building slowly begins to fade into the background until I can no longer see it.

I hate leaving Sayshen. My heart wants to stay here. To never leave his side until he wakes up, but I know as much as I want that…I can't. I need to take care of myself too, and Talon. If it weren't for me, his stubborn ass would have gone the last few days without food, and most likely a shower. At least now he'll actually leave for a bit. The first day was the roughest, but he's come to see he isn't alone in this. We aren't alone.

We all care about Sayshen and want him to wake up, and together we'll get through this—like a family, like a team.

Thunder booms in the sky above us before rain begins to pour down, making the seat on Talon's bike slippery. My hold on him tightens, and I'm forced to constantly readjust myself to keep from falling off. Talon swerves. Weaving back and forth along the road to keep his tires warm so we don't lose traction on the road, but even I know that it will only work so long. The cold rain increases, and within minutes the two of us are completely drenched. I tighten my grip around his waist and clench my thighs tightly on the bike as the wind whips around us. Pressing my chest firmly against his back. Somehow, his body is still warm when pressed up against me.

What I'd give to have that warmth wrapped around me right now, to feel it against my chilling skin. Taking one hand off the bike, he guides my hand to wrap around his torso tighter before resting it over top of mine for a few seconds. Finding a small tree-covered grassy area off the roadside, Talon pulls off and brings the back to the dry area beneath the trees.

Turning the bike off, he climbs off and lifts his helmet off his head. I flip open my visor as he turns toward me. Gasping, I take in the sight of him. His soaked white tee is glued to his toned chest, and sucked into every dip and curve of his abs. He runs his hand through his hair, as he looks around the area and places his helmet on the seat before turning his eyes on me.

A smile forms on his face, "Are you going to get off the bike or what?" he laughs as he leans against a tall tree, clearly having noticed I was checking him out. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. He offers me a hand, and I take it as I climb off the bike. Pulling the helmet over my head, I place it on the seat next to his, before patting down my damp hair.

"What is this place?" I ask, as my eyes scan the area around us. The scent of wet earth fills my nostrils, and the sound of the heavy rain hitting the trees is loud, yet relaxing. Noticing Talon hasn't answered, I turn my attention back to him, finding his hungry eyes raking across my body and the way his soaked hoodie hugs my curves.

A familiar heat builds between my thighs as I watch him. Feeling brave, I step toward him. The movement causes his eyes to snap to mine, but I don't stop. Holding his gaze, I take another step toward him and another until I'm standing mere inches from him.

Lowering my eyes, I raise my hands, placing them flat against the ridged curves of his chest before slowly trailing my fingers down it.

His breathing slows under my touch, and his body stiffens.

Within seconds, he pushes me away and brushes past me as he heads back to the bike.

Fuck this.

"Seriously!" I shout. My voice echoing around the rural area.

Talon stops a few steps away from his bike, keeping his back to me.

"Whatever game you think we're playing, I'm done. You think I don't see how you look at me? How your body reacts when I'm near?" I spit, stepping toward him. "You think I don't know you want me, Talon?"

"Game? I don't know what you think is happening here, but I can assure you, you're wrong," he replies.

"Bullshit." I snap, taking another step toward him. Everyone who pays attention to us knows there is something between Talon and I. You'd have to be blind to fucking miss it. Sure, I understand being cautious and unsure of how to approach this, but to lie to me about it… and to tell me I'm imagining it? Fuck that. "I'm over this hot and cold shit. You feel something for me. Admit it. I've fucking seen it. I've felt it. So stop being a fucking coward and own up to it, Talon."

Talon steps toward the front of his bike before turning to face me. His darkened eyes lift to mine as he slowly runs his hand across the bodywork.

"Look at you. Typical princess behavior. Having a little fit about not getting what you want," his tone is husky and cold as he trails his fingers across the bike.

"You don't know what I want," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest as my eyes follow the path his hand takes along the curved plastic bodywork of his bike.

"No?" he asks, "so you don't want me to touch you like this?" I clench my thighs. Unwilling to show him just how fucking badly I do want everything he's saying.

"Or like this…" he adds, trailing his fingers along the seat on his way to the back of the bike. "You don't crave my fingers. Wishing they'd touch your pretty little cunt, just like this?" His words send a shiver up my spine, and I shake my head to say no, as I watch his hands travel along the bike until they're circling the tail end of his bike. "Such a fucking little liar you are, Princess."

The hunger building between my thighs is nearly unbearable. My body is desperate for release. He's right about everything he's saying, and the longer I watch him, the more my body aches for him and his touch. But I won't give in. Not now. Not after all the bullshit he's put me through. Confusing me and making me feel like my feelings are completely one-sided.

"Fuck you," I snap as I stomp toward him. My still-wet hair sticks to my face, and the long sleeves of Talon's hoodie dangle at my sides as I cross the small space between us until I'm standing directly before him. Tilting my chin, I lift my eyes to his, "You think because you're taunting me about things you think I want, that I'll just bend over and let you have it? Ha!" I smirk, "Think again," I add, before pushing past him.

His hand wraps around my forearm, while his other hand is on my back roughly slamming me down on the bike so I'm bent over the seat. The helmets are knocked off in the process, falling to the grassy floor beneath the trees. Talon pins one of my arms behind my back before lifting his hoodie up my waist. I squirm under the weight of him. Unsure of how I feel about being pinned down and unable to free myself. My heart begins to race, panic slowly setting in as my eyes scan the area around us, and I realize just how alone we really are.

"Talon," I whisper.

"Relax, Bexley. I'm not him. I'm rough, but I'd never touch you the same way he did," he explains before gently sliding a finger into the waistband of my biker shorts, pulling them down until they pool around my ankles, giving him a clear view of my ass.

His admission settles my nerves. Though I know he and Sayshen would never hurt me, some situations seem to trigger memories. Scars on my soul that have yet to heal despite having spent so much time with both brothers.

Before I know it, Talon is on his knees behind me, and his hot tongue is running through my folds. It catches me off guard.

"Oh my god," I cry out. My toes curl, and my back arches as his tongue's warmth licks and laps across my sensitive flesh.

"Fuck. I knew you'd taste good, but goddamn," he groans. His hand slowly releases its hold on the arm pinned behind me as he grips my hips firmly and lowers his mouth to my pussy again. Bent over the seat of his bike, I tilt my hips and grind against his face in a desperate search for more. His tongue circles my clit, before he runs it from my pussy to my ass one last time.

He rises and leans over me to brush the hair from my face before lowering his mouth to my ear. His erection presses against my ass, and I instinctively grind my ass against its hardness.

A hunger laced laugh vibrates through his chest, "Just remember, Princess. You fucking asked for this," he whispers with heated breath. Standing, he shoves his knee between my legs, forcing them apart before he pulls his cock from his pants, and lines it up at my opening. He swirls his swollen head around my opening. Mimicking the way his fingers circled the tail of his bike, before slamming into me fully.

"Oh fuck!" I shout. His sheer size threatens to tear me in half as he holds himself in the deepest parts of me. My pussy clenches around his girth. One of his hands finds its way to my hair, threading its fingers into my thick locks before gripping and pulling my head back.

His cock remains still inside me as his other hand grips my chin tightly, forcing my mouth wide open. He spits in my mouth. His warm saliva coating my tongue.

"You're Shaw property now. Only ours. Only fucking ours. Do you hear me?" I nod in agreement, my pussy quivering around his cock. "Good girl, now swallow and tell me who this pussy belongs to," he adds, slamming my mouth closed.

I do as I'm told. Swallowing down every drop of his spit before slowly trying to grind against him. His hand comes down on my ass. Hard, firm, and fast. The impact stings and my body jolts to life.

"I said, tell me whose fucking pussy this is," he snaps.

"It's yours. Yours and your brothers." I cry out.

Slowly, he begins to move. Sliding his cock in and out of me.

"Such a good fucking girl, Princess. This is my pussy. Fucking Shaw pussy." He groans. He thrusts into me mercilessly as he holds me still. One hand firmly gripping my hair at the root and the other pinning me down by my hip. I am completely at his mercy and I fucking love it.

His balls smack off my clit as he slams into me, and already I can feel my orgasm building. My body begins to tremble beneath him.

"No. Don't you fucking come yet! Not until I tell you to," he grunts.

"Fuck. I can't─" I mumble.

"You can, and you will, Princess. You don't get to fucking come until I tell you," he adds with panted breath. "Fuck you're so goddamn tight." Releasing his hold on my hair, he grips my ass cheeks with both hands, parting them so he can watch his cock as it sinks into me. "Look how fucking good your pussy stretches to take me, baby," he explains.

Each thrust of his cock inside me sends me closer to the edge. Making it nearly impossible to hold off my orgasm.

"Talon, please," I beg. Desperate to finally allow my body the release it so badly craves.

"Not yet. Not fucking yet, Princess," he pants. "Don't you fucking come."

My body is close to betraying me. Each second making it harder to fight off my building orgasm. Specks of stars blur my vision as Talon slams into me again and again

The sound of our wet bodies coming together is drowned out by the pouring rain around us. I grip the frame of his bike as he thrusts into me harder and deeper. The sound of his breathing behind me tells me he's nearing his own release. His cock thickens and throbs deep inside me.

"Now, Princess. Give it to me. I want to feel that pretty cunt of mine squeezing my cock while I bust inside you," he moans. My body crumbles as my long-awaited orgasm finally rocks through my body.

"Oh yes. Fuck." I moan. "Deeper, Talon."

"That's it. Fucking take it all. This is Shaw pussy now," he groans.

Talon's cock slams into me hard one last time before his own orgasm hits him. His cock, filling me with warm cum as my pussy clenches down around him. Milking him of every drop.

When we've both come down from the high of our orgasms, Talon slowly pulls out, scooping up the cum that trails out with his fingers and pushing it back inside me. I flinch at the touch of his rough fingers on my sensitive skin, and he laughs.

"Shaw pussy, Princess. Don't fucking forget it," he adds. He tucks his cock into his pants before helping me back into my shorts and standing me up, and pulling his hoodie back down over my body.

Around us, the rain seems to have calmed. The storm passed.

"Let's get home while we have an opening in the storm," he explains as he circles to the other side of the bike to pick up the helmets from the ground.

"Storm, right," I mutter, still trying to process everything that just happened. My body aches but in a good way. He smirks before pulling his helmet over his head and helping me with mine. Looking in his eyes, I know there"s no going back from this. That now, each of the Shaw brothers holds a special piece of me. A piece I'll never get back.

Not that I'd ever want to.

Within minutes, we're back on the road. My arms wrapped firmly around his torso as he opens the throttle, speeding up as we make our way to the beach house. As the cool wind whips around us, carrying Talon's comforting scent, I find myself feeling like for the first time in a long time, I can breathe.

And it feels fucking great.