Page 43 of Resist

Dash lifts his head, still half asleep, his hair stuck up all over, and I’m pretty sure there’s a candy wrapper stuck to his shoulder. “Wait, these two were fucking and I missed it?” he asks, confused.

“You’re a perv,” Strike scoffs as I shake my head at them. As they speak, Ry’s face turns redder and redder. It’s so adorable.

“Hey, the Wi-Fi here is shit. No good porn options,” Dash grumbles.

“You watch men on men porn?” Strike asks curiously.

“Sometimes. I like to change it up every now and again, and it’s hot. I’ll show you this one video.”

“Please stop,” Ryker demands.

“Sorry, I’ll show you later,” Dash whispers to Strike. “Anyway, congrats you two. It’s about time you banged it out. You have more sexual tension than me and food, and that’s saying a lot since I would fuck a slice of cheese.”

“Remind me never to eat the cheese here,” Ry mutters as he looks between them. “You aren’t bothered by this?”

“Ryker, in the nicest possible way, you’re a moron. This has been a long time coming.” He smiles at us. “Just don’t hurt Fox again, okay? I want you both to be happy.”

“I won’t,” Ry replies instantly as he looks at me. “Not ever again.”

I can’t hide my smile this time, so I steal a kiss, and his eyes widen.

“Do it again,” Dash calls, but Strike just hits him.

“Then we’re good. Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone. I remember the contract,” Strike says. Ry looks surprised again, and Strike smiles knowingly. “We are family, Ry. I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks or says as long as you two are happy. Just, um, maybe close your curtains so Dash can’t watch you.”

“Aww, you just said we are family. Sharing is caring,” Dash says, making us laugh, but he winks at us. “Your secret’s safe with us, don’t worry. We’ll keep you two safe. Just no fucking in my bed, okay? It’s a man’s sacred space.”

“Trust me, we know what goes on in your bunk. It’s the last place we will fuck,” I promise.

Ry just sighs and slides down, leaning his head on my shoulder. “I guess we don’t need to hide it then.”

“We don’t hide anything from family,” I tell him as I kiss his head, unable to resist. “But out there, we are back to normal.”

“I don’t know if I like that,” he admits, “but you’re right.”

“It won’t be forever. Now let’s get ready for the sound check. We’re going to have an amazing performance tonight,” I say.

Strike nods. “Too right.”

“And then you two will have an epic night fucking!” Dash calls, making us laugh.

Ry lowers his head in embarrassment, but he’s smiling as well.

After all, isn’t it a family’s job to embarrass you at all times?

He’s being a brat, and he knows it, teasing me relentlessly as we perform our sound check.

Licking my lips, I lift my gaze from my guitar as I track him around the stage, knowing he’s heading for me again. He’s in a crop top that shows off his abs every time he moves, and his loose jeans display his boxers. He looks so fucking good, and he knows it. His taunting eyes pin me in his sights once more as he heads over. He doesn’t need to do this at sound check since no one is watching.

He just wants to wind me up. He dances closer, his lips pressed to the mic as he sings, and when he stops in front of me, he looks at me through his lashes as he turns and rolls his hips, grinding against me to the song. His hand slides across my skin as he moves around my back, and he sneaks his fingers under my guitar then caresses my cock before he dances away again.

I glare at him, warning him that he is going to pay for this, but he doesn’t seem to care as they change the track. We wait for the count in as he gears up and starts singing the next song. This one doesn’t require me to come in just yet, so I walk over and grab a bottle of water to take a drink, but it’s suddenly snatched from my hand. I look to the side as Ry grabs my bottle and downs half of it, spilling it on his white shirt, turning it see-through, before he moves back to the middle of the stage. Downing the rest of the water, I crush the bottle and put it back into the box with the others, then I stride over to Ry because two can play this game.

Leaving my guitar behind me, I stop at his back and slide my hands over his hips, then I drag his damp shirt up, caressing his abs as I blow on his neck. He shivers and spins, his eyes wide, and I smirk as I step back as my cue hits.

Spinning my guitar around, I play the first note as I move over to Strike and lean into him as we perform.

By the time the sound check is over, we are both wound up, and I’m ready to tan his ass red for taunting me like that on stage. He was bad before, but now he’s on a whole other level.

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