Chapter 15
Staying Up - PLVTINUM Ft. Riley
Driving through the pits with Bex riding as a backpack on my bike felt better than I expected. To be a dick, I drove right past Christian’s trailer and just at the right time. He and his team were outside, and there was no way they missed us as we passed by. It felt fucking good. But not as good as having Bexley’s arms wrapped around me. Nothing competes with having her finally be mine.
Ours.
After seeing the moment Talon and Bexley shared today, I have no doubt there is something between them. My brother seems to be accepting of it, which is a relief, finally. I don’t think anyone could’ve handled any more of our fighting. The team doesn’t need the added tension, especially with us all waiting to see how Christian is going to react to not only Bexley being back here but also being with mine.
It’s early evening, and things around the track are all settling down for the night. On the way here we stopped by Corsa Moto Works and grabbed the supplies we’ll need for the bikes over the weekend, so thankfully we can all just chill for the rest of the night. Talon is laid out on the couch watching TV while Bex is unpacking. She wanted to lay low, and truthfully, I don’t blame her. Talon and I know her being back here is uncomfortable for her, but hopefully in time, she’ll come to realize that as long as she’s with us, it doesn’t matter how close Christian is. She is safe.
Heading over to Cruz’s trailer, which is one over from ours, Lena is in her usual chair under the tent wearing one of Cruz’s Demons hoodies and a pair of leggings, while Reign and Cruz mess around with his bike. Tomorrow’s heat is important, especially now, with everyone wanting to give Christian a little slap to the face both on and off the track.
“Yo, Baby Shaw. Shouldn’t you be working on the R1?” Cruz shouts as I approach.
“Probably, but you know me. I thrive when I leave shit to the last minute,” I reply with a smirk. Reign reaches down into a small blue cooler beside them and pulls out two beers. Handing me one before twisting the cap off his.
Cruz stands, wiping his grease covered hands on a rag, “Well, excuse me for thinking now that your woman is here, you might want to spend the time prepping your bike so you don’t look like a─”
“My god, Van Doren. Do you ever listen to yourself talk? You think now that his woman is here, that he’s magically going to want to spend more time on his bike? When he could be spending it with her? Doing all the dirty things he’s been dreaming about doing since junior year. Come on now, even I know how fucking dumb you sound,” Reign adds with a laugh as he pats Cruz on the back.
“I don’t blame you, Sayshen.” Lena joins in from her chair. “I like Bex. She seems sweet. I can see why you’ve liked her for so long.”
“Thank you, Lena. At least someone gets it,” I reply, twisting the cap off my beer and tossing it at Reign playfully.
“You think you’re slick, don’t you!” Christian yells as he and a couple of his teammates approach us. “Acting like the big shot coming in here with her on your bike. Like you won or some shit.” Cruz stands and nods his head toward Lena to get her to head inside the trailer.
My lips pull into a menacing smile as Reign and Cruz step up behind me, ready to have my back if needed. I’ll admit, I was hoping this would happen. I knew exactly what I was doing, pulling up past his team with Bex on the back of my bike. I wanted it to bother him. Immature, maybe, but I knew it would get this reaction out of him and I want to see what he does when it’s someone his own size that he has a problem with.
When he can’t silence me with his fists like he did Bex, what’s he got left?
Nothing.
Christian isn’t shit.
“Ah, so you saw that did you. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I just had to show her off. I mean, look at her,” I reply cockily. Itching my jaw, my grin grows when I can practically see smoke billowing from Christian’s big ears.
“You didn’t win shit. You think cause you fucked her that she’s yours? Ha, she’ll come back to me. When she realizes only a man’s touch can make her feel as good as I did,” He laughs.
Reign cuts in from behind me. “As good as you did? Well fuck me, if beating a girl senseless is what it takes to feel good, then shit, I’m failing all the ladies I get with.”
“She’ll never come back to you, that I can promise,” I add, stepping forward. “I have seen close up the marks your so-called touch leaves behind, and if it weren’t for Bexley, I’d be leaving the same marks on you, except you wouldn’t live to see them.”
Christian steps toward me, leaving mere inches between us. My fists are clenched tightly at my sides. Every fiber of me wants to beat his face in. To make him feel all the fucking pain I know he put her through. The only thing stopping me is that I know Bexley enough to know it wouldn’t help. If anything, it would only hurt her more.
And that is the last thing that I want.
He laughs. “You think you’re so big, don’t you? Go on then, try it. You’ll be dead before you land your first shot.”
“You best watch who you’re spitting death threats to, Cordova. After all, everyone here knows you’re only tough when you’re hitting women,” Cruz chimes in. Pushing me out of the way, he presses his chest against Christian’s. “A threat to one of us is a threat to all of us, and us Demons, we don’t play nice when threatened,” he adds.
“Cruz, it’s all good. Just let it go. Christian ain’t going to do shit,” I add, placing my hand on Cruz’s shoulder in an attempt to pull him back. He shrugs my hand off his arm.
“I will piss on your grave before you touch anyone in my family,” Cruz spits aggressively. Cruz has always been a hothead. Guy has been through more than most people could even comprehend. He never takes shit from anyone, and he will protect those who matter to him to death. Literally. The trauma he went through in the system as a kid fucked with him. He’s known nothing but loss, until Lena and the Demons of course, which is why he takes threats to us so seriously.
“Enough!” Andre shouts. His voice booms over the area, and everyone expects Christian and Cruz’s attention to snap to Andre as he approaches. “Van Doren, back the fuck off right now otherwise I’ll bench you tomorrow.”
Lena, knowing she’s the only one who will actually be able to pull Cruz back, slowly emerges from the trailer. She calmly approaches him and takes his hand in hers, pulling slightly to get him to back away. Sensing it’s her, he holds Christian’s stare while he lets her guide him back to the chair she was seated in before.
“Cordova, why the fuck are you in my team’s section of the pits?” Andre steps up to Christian, crossing his arms over his chest in a condescending manner as he eyes him. “You and the Vipers, get back to your posts, and if I catch you over here starting shit with my team again, I’ll have you thrown out.”
Christian laughs, as do the two guys he brought with him. His eyes shift to mine, and he grins. “This ain’t over, Baby Shaw, and you better get a rein on your little pitbull over there before he finds himself on the other end of my fist.”
“I won’t tell you again, Cordova. Get the fuck out of here. Now!” Andre shouts. Christian smiles at him cockily before he and his teammates back off and head back down the pits to where their team is set up.
“That piece of shit needs to be put down. Respectfully,” Cruz says, pulling Lena into his lap as he laughs.
“Yeah, well, whatever the fuck is going on between you guys, handle it on the track. Not off,” Andre commands. “You’re lucky I came over here when I did.”
“For real,” Reign chimes in. “Cruz, I legit thought you were about to lose it for a second there.”
“I almost did. Fucking guy deserves it, though. Especially after what he’s done to Bexley.”
“I can’t believe he thinks she’d ever go back to that,” Lena adds in a soft tone. “I mean, I might not know her that well yet, but even I can see the damage he’s done, and I don’t just mean the marks we’ve all seen on her skin.”
Andre clears his throat. “Does someone want to fill me in on what that was all about?”
“It’s fine, Coach, we have it handled,” I reply, patting my hand on his back.
“Right, well, Shaw, glad to see you’re back and feeling better. Next time, give me a heads up before you decided to fuck off into to the city, sick or not. And do the team a favor, leave your personal shit at home,” he adds, with a commanding tone. “Van Doren, you, Reign, and Wolfe are out for the first heat tomorrow. Cordova is on your line. I don’t know what the fuck is going on but handle it there. Show him what happens when you mess with Demons. Keep your hands free of any blood.”
“You got it, Coach,” Cruz adds, lifting his beer to his lips as he pulls Lena in higher against him.
The gesture makes me miss Bex. Miss the feeling of her warm body pressed up against mine.
“Shaw, you’re out second round with Draygon, and your brother. Make sure you’re ready to go and don’t fuck it up. I expect your dad will be there watching. Seeing as he’s remained here through the week, I’m guessing that has something to do with your absence last weekend,” he adds as his eyes move to me.
“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be up everyone’s asses bright and early,” I laugh, trying to make light of the fact that I know Dad is going to be watching my every move. He knows something is up, and the last thing I need right now is a lecture on him about putting a girl before racing.
“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. Now, everyone get some rest, and don’t drink too many of those, Matthews,” he adds, pointing to Reign’s beer.
“You got it, Coach,” he replies, lifting his bottle in cheers to Andre as he heads back down the pits.
“Your dad doesn’t buy the whole you being sick shit, just do you know,” Cruz explains. “He’s been questioning everyone about you not being here.”
“Yeah well, I’ll worry about him and his bullshit tomorrow,” I reply, lifting the beer to my lips. “Tonight, there’s someone else I’d rather handle.”
Reign laughs, “Aw, shit.”
“Well, what are you standing here for, Baby Shaw? Go find your girl,” Cruz smirks.
“I think I just might.” Tossing back the last of my beer, Lena sticks her hand out to take the empty from me. “Thanks, Lena. Night dipshits, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Oh I’m going to do everything you’re going to do, and then some. Just to my own girl,” Cruz adds with a flirty grin as he grips Lena’s hips firmly and pulls her against him. She laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck before pressing her lips against his.
“Later, Baby Shaw.”
I roll my eyes, turning my back as I wave them off and head back to my trailer.
Fucking jokesters.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that, babe,” I groan as my head falls back against the couch. Bex grinds her hips, taking my cock deeper and deeper as she rides me. Her hands grip the thick gray fabric of the couch behind my head. When I got back from Cruz’s trailer and found out Talon had passed out, I wasted no time. Like an addict itching for their next fix. I needed her in my arms and against my skin.
Especially after Christian’s little fit.
Fuck I needed to be inside her. To remind her just how good I feel.
The strap from her sundress falls down her shoulder, exposing one of her sexy goddamn tits. It’s tiny barbell glints in the dim trailer lights. Pulling my hand from her hip, I cup it with my hand before bringing it to my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the metal bar. Soft moans slip from her pouty lips as she rides me. Slowly and deeply. Taking every inch of my hard cock inside her. Her tightness clenches down around me when I take the hardened peak of her nipple between my teeth, gentley pinching it.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans. I smile, looking up at her as I nip and suck at her tit some more.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful, Bex. Look at you, riding my cock like a fucking goddess. You take it so fucking good, baby,” I add with a praising tone. “You’re in control. Take what you need from me. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you make yourself come on my cock.”
“Sayshen,” she moans as her pace increases. I free her tit, placing both my hands on her hips as I guide her motions, pulling her in deeper and harder. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling my head against her sweat-covered chest. I lick and lap at her exposed skin.
The wet sound of our bodies coming together fills the small space. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me. Does my cock make you feel good, Bex? Yeah? Ride my cock till your cum is dripping down my balls.”
“Oh fuck. I can’t,” she cries out with panted breath. I smile, knowing she can and she fucking will. Gripping her ass in my hand, I hold her up while I stand and quickly flip her onto her back on the couch. “Sayshen!” she shouts, but I ignore her and slam my cock into her. Her back arches and her nails dig into the back of my neck. “Oh, god. Sayshen, I’m going to─”
“That’s it, Bex. Come for me. Come all over my fucking cock,” I reply as I pound into her. Hard and fast. Relentlessly pumping myself in and out of her while her body begins to convulse and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her pussy clenches down around my throbbing cock. Squeezing and milking it as my own orgasm hits me, and we come together. We lay like that for a few minutes. With cool sweat coating our skin as exchanging panted breaths.
“I’m kind of surprised we didn’t wake up your brother,” she whispers with a giggle.
Slowly I pull myself out of her, and slide my shirt over my head before using it to clean Bex up. She watches me. Biting down on her bottom lip, before sitting up and fixing her dress. After I clean myself up, I toss my shirt into the laundry bin, and tuck my dick back into my pants before plopping down on the couch next to her.
“I’m not. That guy could sleep through a fucking hurricane,” I reply, pulling her into my arms.
“Oh,” she adds, fiddling shyly with her dress. The moment she and Talon shared earlier today at the beach house flashes back to my memory, and I decide to use this opportunity to see how Bex feels about Talon.
“Besides, he would’ve just joined in if we had woken him up,” I reply semi-sarcastically.
“Yeah, right,” she laughs as her eyes meet mine.
“What? He’s into you.”
Hearing my admission, her eyes widen with shock, and her jaw drops. “Don’t pretend to be shocked. You think I don’t see what’s happening between you two?”
She smirks, “If you mean him hating me, then I think everyone sees that.”
“Nah. He’d never have stepped in with Christian that day if he hated you. I saw you guys today, back at the beach house. Something is happening between you guys.”
“I don’t know what that was,” she replies. Her tone is quiet and guilt-ridden.
“Bex,” I add, gripping her chin and forcing her eyes to mine, ensuring she knows how true my words are. “You don’t have to hide your feelings for Talon from me. We’ve shared girls before, and if you guys feel something for each other, then I am more than happy to do it again.”
“You’ve what? Shared girls before?” she asks with a shocked expression. Her hazel doe eyes lock with mine, searching for the truth behind my words.
“Yes, we have, but none of them meant anything. It won’t be the same with you because, though Talon may not want to admit it yet, you mean everything to both of us.”
“Okay… as shocking as all of this, well, as interesting this information is, I think you’re getting your brother confused with someone else.”
A laugh erupts through me. “Well, I guess we’ll see then, won’t we,” I add, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. I don’t blame her for not believing it, just like I don’t blame Talon for working so hard to hide his feelings.
It’s only a matter of time till they both accept that there is something between them.
Something they both need.