Page 66 of Resist

The outpouring of love from fans and even other celebrities has been insane. I’ve finally checked my socials, and the support has been such a major boost for me to keep going. Messages of encouragement fill every inch of my phone, and I’ve even received messages from men who have been through the same or similar events and have either never told anyone or were ignored. Each one breaks my heart, and I spend every night responding to them, offering to help in every way I can.

Their lives are just as important as mine. I have money and support to get justice, but so should they.

Ryker has been by my side the entire time, and the police officially released their statement last week along with Theo’s name. I expected some backlash, and maybe there is some, but I don’t see it. I have no doubt Po and the others are protecting me from it. It’s giving me room to heal, and I’m grateful for that.

We hope it won’t have to go to trial, but if it does, I will be ready to fight for my truth.

I must sound so sure to everyone, but I wake up every night in a cold sweat, unable to move, afraid I’m back there. Ryker is always there to kiss me and hold me through it. We haven’t done more than that. I think he senses I’m not ready for more, and I didn’t think I could love this man more than I already did, but I do. He’s become so protective of me, so possessive, yet he still treats me the same. He doesn’t look at me differently or sugarcoat things.

We are still Fox and Ryker, and while the rest of the world looks at me as a victim now, I’m grateful he just sees me as I am.

“Fox, help me!” Ryker yells as I sit in my chair at the kitchen table and watch as he darts around it, Strike chasing him while Dash cheers them on. Whatever they were cooking is burning, and the music from the radio is cranked up as they yell and run. Ryker almost slips, so I catch him and right him, pulling his socks up. “There, now carry on.” I smack his ass, and he yelps as Strike leaps for him.

“Betrayer!” Ry yells at me.

Smiling, I lift my mug and continue to watch them. They are crazy, but I wouldn’t change them for the world. There was a time when we were lost to each other, and I used to wish we were back in the van, but as I look at our kitchen and listen to their laughter, I know we’re only stronger than we were then. Things change, people change, and lives do as well. I’m grateful for our past, but I’m excited for our future and spending as much time as we can just like this.

Ryker picks up a spatula and turns with an evil smile. Strike yelps and dives over the table and into my lap, wrapping himself around me like a monkey. “I claim sanctuary!”

“Hey, that’s my boyfriend! Get off him!” Ryker yells as he hurries around, hitting him on the back with a spatula. “Bad friend! Off!”

“Fox, help me,” Strike whines. “He was my friend first!”

“Yeah, well, he’s my boyfriend. Off,” Ryker demands.

Rolling my eyes, I stand and lift Strike with me, who yelps and clings on. “Shit, you’re strong. You’ve been working out so you can throw him around—” I drop him on his ass, and he stares up at me in shock. “Not cool.”

Grabbing Ryker’s hand with the spatula, I tilt his wrist and push it back. “Like this, it will hurt more,” I instruct before I kiss him. “Go ahead.”

Ry grins evilly and starts hitting Strike with it as I head upstairs. Once in my room, I pick up my guitar and continue with the new song I have been working on. Their laughter drifts up to me until Ry slams into our room, shutting the door and locking it. “Hey, baby,” he comments casually as someone screams his name downstairs.

“Hey.” I shake my head with a smile as I strum, and he walks over, sitting cross-legged before me on the floor, watching and listening. I stop to scribble new notes and then retry the beginning section again.

“I like it. It’s slower than your normal ones,” he says.

“It’s a love song,” I reply shyly. “I guess it’s our song. We can’t announce that we are officially together, but we can sing this, and we’ll know.”

I look up when he doesn’t respond. He suddenly dives at me. I manage to put my guitar safely away before he tackles me backward, kissing my face. “I love you, you romantic bastard.”

Laughing, I roll us and kiss his cheeks like he did me. “Good, because you’re stuck with me,” I tease as I lift my head. The atmosphere shifts as I stare into his eyes.

I can feel every hard inch of his body against mine, and my cock hardens at his touch. That hasn’t changed, even though we haven’t been intimate. I think he’s worried about how I would react, and honestly, I was too, but as I kiss him, all I feel is Ryker.

It’s just us and the love we have for each other.

Theo and his actions have no room here.

“Fox,” he whimpers when I pull back. “We shouldn’t?—”

“I want you,” I tell him as I nip his lip. “I’m okay. I want to fuck my boyfriend.”

He pulls back, searching my gaze, and I see the moment he relaxes. “Then fuck me,” he dares. “Show me just how much you love me.”

“Oh, I plan to,” I warn as I crush my lips to his and strip him of his clothes with his help. He pants into my mouth as he reaches for my shirt, so I tug it off. The marks Theo left have faded, but as Ry looks up at me, I know he remembers them. He lays gentle kisses along my entire chest where they were. A moan escapes my lips as I hold him, clutching him as his hands slide down my sides to my pants, and he unbuckles them. Pushing him back to the floor, surrounded by pages of my lyrics, I stand and shove my pants down so I’m naked before him.

Any hesitation or worries I have disappear as his gaze drinks in every inch of me. His chest heaves, and his hard dick leaks for me.

Dropping to my knees, I crawl up his body, and our lips meet again as I grab his hips and lift him. He wraps his legs around me, and I rock my hips, dragging my cock over his pretty ass as he gasps, his length trapped between us.

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