Page 42 of Resist

I expect him to be embarrassed when Strike and Dash swing their legs over and catch us at the same time. Their hair is in disarray, but it’s their eyes that make me smile—they bug from their heads as they freeze. They’ve seen us cuddle before, but this is different, and we all know it.

As usual, Ryker surprises me. He wraps my arm tighter around him with a yawn. “Morning,” he says to them before turning and nuzzling my shoulder.

Dash and Strike both raise an eyebrow in question, and I shrug before kissing Ryker’s head. Strike lets out a squeal before coughing and covering it, and they both throw me thumbs-up before they go to the bathroom, giving us privacy.

“It’s time to get up, baby boy,” I say as softly as I can, scanning him lovingly.

“Five more minutes,” he whines as he buries his head in my chest, gripping me tightly.

How can I deny him anything?

“Okay, five more minutes,” I promise as I kiss the top of his head and hold him tighter.

We lounge while the others get ready, and then I force Ry to get up. He’s half asleep as I help him shuffle to the bathroom, his hair stuck up at all angles. He’s so fucking cute. Turning him to the mirror, I grab his toothbrush and load it up for him. “Here.” I offer it to him, but he doesn’t take it. Rolling my eyes, I turn him, open his mouth, and brush his teeth for him. He wakes up as I do and blushes, making me grin. “Can you wash your own face, or do you need me to do that too?” I tease.

“I can do it,” he grumbles as he turns to the sink. I shove my boxers down and crank up the shower. It’s not the hottest, but it does the trick, and when I climb into the glass cubicle, he gasps.

“Fox!” he yells.

“What?” I turn in confusion.

He rushes to the bathroom door and slams it shut, and I raise a brow as I slick my hair back. “The door was open,” he snaps.

“Baby, every single person on this bus has seen my dick a million times. We lived in a van,” I scoff.

“Yes, but that was before,” he mutters, his bottom lip protruding out in this adorable little pout that makes me want to fill them with something else.

“Before?” I lean out of the shower and wait for his answer.

Sighing, he shuts off the sink and crosses his arms. “Before you became my boyfriend. Now they shouldn’t see it, okay? So shut doors.”

“Possessive little thing, aren’t you?” I smile, though, loving how protective he is. “Want to shower with me?”

“No, you just want to feel me up.” He grabs his skincare products and starts on that. Shutting the shower door, I meet his eyes in the mirror as I soap up my body, slowly going over my abs, knowing how much he likes them, then I grip my cock.

His eyes widen in the mirror as he freezes, watching me intently as I work my dick. “Are you sure you don’t want to?”

He slams his skincare on the side of the sink, turns, and points at me. “My ass still hurts. Leave me alone, you animal.” He flees the bathroom, slamming the door as my laughter chases him.

My smile doesn’t disappear the whole time I shower and dress, and when I head out, they are all sitting at the small square table, with cereal and toast spread across the black surface. Sliding into the booth next to my boy, I sling my arm over the back of his seat, massaging his shoulder as I grab a bowl and start to eat.

I notice he doesn’t have any juice, so I get up and pour his apple juice before he can ask, knowing he needs it in the morning. His fingers touch mine as he takes it, and his eyes meet mine and then drop to my lips before he looks away. This blush staining his cheeks might be my new favorite thing.

Ryker is always beautiful, but knowing that tint is for me alone? Yeah, he’s fucking stunning.

“Give me a bite,” I tease as I lean in. His gaze returns to me as he bites down on his toast. “Ry,” I whine.

Sighing, he offers me the other end, but I turn his hand and purposely take a bite of the same bit he did, and when I lean back, I wink. “Delicious.”

A scoff makes me turn, and I arch a brow as Strike props his head on his fist, still holding his spoon as he looks between us. “You know, I’m glad you two finally gave in.”

A satisfied smile curves my lips as I lean back and sip the coffee Ry must have poured for me. “Gave in?” Ry asks, glancing at me and then Strike.

“And fucked?” Strike says. “Wait, sorry, made love.”

I hide my smile behind my mug as Ry gapes, and when his voice comes, it’s almost a squeak. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I’m a deep sleeper, not dead.” Strike laughs as he scoops up more cereal and takes a bite. I hold back my laugh since Ry looks so red, he might explode.

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