Page 40 of Resist

“Never. I would never regret us,” I vow vehemently as I lean into his hand. “I was just thinking about how we should have done this years ago and how much time we wasted.”

He shrugs. “Some things take time. We were best friends, bandmates, and roommates. In some ways, we had a closer relationship than most couples before we even took this step. We know everything about each other, and it’s kind of beautiful that we didn’t complicate it with sex straight away.” His hand caresses my cheek before gripping my chin. “But make no mistake, now that we have, we aren’t going back. I won’t be your best friend, your bandmate, or even just your roommate. I’m going to be your everything.”

“Good,” I retort, and his grin makes it worthwhile. I know I hurt Fox a lot, and I have a lot to make up for, but at this moment, it’s like nothing else matters.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to figure myself out,” I whisper.

“You’re worth waiting for, baby,” he responds. “Now come on before they find us.”

Dropping to his knees, he slowly pulls my pants up for me and pats my hips. He gets to his feet and steps back, grabbing my shirt and helping me into it before sliding into his clothes.

“Come on, superstar, let’s get back before they come looking for you,” he says as he buckles up his pants.

“I’m a rock star, not a superstar,” I mutter, sounding like a petulant child.

His smile only grows as he advances on me, and I wait eagerly for his touch, but he simply reaches up and smooths out my hair for me before sliding his hands down and righting my shirt. “Yes, you are, my boy.”

Holding my hand, he tugs me to the door and out into the hallway. My cheeks heat with happiness, as if everyone here will know what we just did. I curl my hand tighter into his callousedpalm, craving that intimate touch for just one more moment, but as we round the corner into the main hall, he slowly pulls away.

I instantly miss the warmth, but I know why he did it. Our contract says we can’t date, and if we are caught, one of us could be kicked out of the band. I don’t want that, but each brush of our hands as we walk makes me ache to reach for him. I want to wrap mine in his to show them all I don’t care.

That Fox is finally mine.

Instead, our pinkies hook together for one stolen moment before we break apart and head back into the green room, but as he steps into the crowd, his eyes lock on me, and he smirks as I try to sit.

I’m going to feel him all night, even if I can’t physically touch him—a reminder that it’s real.

I fucking love it.

The bus is filled with the sounds of Strike’s and Dash’s snores, but I’m wide awake, watching Fox in his bunk opposite me. His eyes are closed. I remember his reaction when I snuck into his bed the other night. I know it will be different now, and I don’t know if I need to prove it to myself or if I just can’t fucking sleep without his arms around me, but I slip silently from my bed and cross over the short distance to his. Lifting the quilt, I slide in next to him. His head lifts, his eyes opening, as I rest my head onto his bent arm and stare, waiting for his reaction.

“I wondered how long it would take you,” he teases, wrapping his other arm around me before he pulls me against his chest, his legs tangling with mine. He lets out a happy sigh, closing his eyes again.

I run my eyes across his handsome face.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he says softly.

“Like what?” I whisper.

“Like you want me to fuck you.” One of his eyes opens and meets mine. “You’re too loud when I’m inside you. The whole bus would wake up. Sleep.”

I know I’m pouting. My cock has been hard all night at the memory of the way he felt inside me. I want to come again. More than that, I want to touch him. I want to prove to both of us that I can.

Sliding my hand down his chest, I watch as his eyes open, his head turning as he glares at me. “Ry,” he warns.

“What?” I whisper innocently as I slide my hand lower until I feel the waistband of his boxers.

The snores are still loud, so I slip my hand inside and wrap my fist around his hard dick. Satisfaction fills me as I feel the proof of his desire, even if he said no. I jerk him hard, and his teeth sink into his lip as he reaches down to stop me.

I don’t want him to.

“I wanted to do this so many times. I even touched you once, pretending I was asleep,” I admit as I stroke him, feeling him throb in my fist as I lick and nip his chin. He groans, thrusting his hips into my hand. “You say you can’t fuck me here, so then let me play. Let me remember all those nights I lay next to you, imagining this.”

“Ry,” he groans, biting his forearm as his hips roll, thrusting into my fist. I drink down his reactions as I sit up and tug the quilt down so I can see him. My back blocks anyone’s view as his abs constrict, the sight of my hand working him in his boxers making me hard as hell. I slide closer, pressing myself to his leg as I watch him.

I’ve never felt as powerful as I do in this moment. Nothing compares to the sight of the mighty Fox fighting his need whileI touch him. His body is covered in a sheen of sweat as he bites his arm.

It’s a sight I memorize, and I know it will remain with me until the day I die.

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