Page 74 of Resist

We used the company credit card and bought a shit ton of food, and it covers the dining table.

“Fuck them all!” Strike yells as he thrusts his glass into the air, spilling liquor over the edge and onto his arm. His grin is lopsided, and he’s already buzzed, but I can’t help laughing.

I don’t usually drink much, but tonight is the exception.

“Our last hurrah!” Dash nods, clinking his glass with Ryker’s where they play some sort of drinking game on the coffee table. “Let’s spend all their money and fuck up their house.”

They look at me as I sip my beer. Rolling my eyes, I slide from my chair and head over, hitting mine against their outstretched glasses. “If you can’t beat them, fuck them!”

Their cheer is so loud, it can be heard over the music. Strike shakes his ass in time with the beat, and Dash quickly joins in, spanking him as they grind and twerk, singing loudly off-key along with the song.

Ryker leans into me as he downs his drink, our eyes on them as they bump into the sofa and knock bottles everywhere. It’s getting messy, but honestly, I don’t even care. I came so close to losing this.

They are loud, stupid, and rude, but they are mine, and I’m so glad they stuck with me.

“To think you were going to miss all this,” Ry teases as he climbs to his feet. “You aren’t nearly drunk enough. Let go tonight, baby. One night won’t hurt.” Gulping down the rest of his liquor, he grabs my chin, tilts my head back, and arches his eyebrow. I open my mouth, and he presses his lips to mine then spits the drink inside. After swallowing it, I grab his neck as he goes to pull away, and I kiss him hard and fast. His gasp fills my mouth as I break away, licking my lips.

“Delicious,” I murmur as I climb to my feet. “Let’s dance, baby.”

I tug him to me and grind along to the music, gripping his hips until he sways with me, and then I grip his ass, dragging him closer, his thigh pressed against my cock as we dance.

His smile is wide and wicked as he leans into me. He slides his hands all over me as we move, but I grab them and swing him out and back in. His laughter erupts, filling the air, and then Dash and Strike dance around us. Strike grinds into me while Dash twirls Ryker. I laugh, and another drink is shoved into my mouth as the music keeps changing.

My inhibitions lower with each drink, and I let go like Ryker said. I don’t worry about prying eyes or what tomorrow will bring, I just let the buzz flow through me and give into it as I climb onto the table with Strike. Ryker pulls out his wallet andstarts throwing money at us as we dance. Grinning, I shake my ass for them as Strike slides his hand down my chest and slut drops, and when the song ends, we pose. Dash and Ry toss more money at us, and Strike throws himself off the table. Dash and Ry try to catch him, but they tumble back to the floor, giggling as the next song starts. I lower to my ass on the table, grabbing another drink and tossing it back.

The rest of the night is a blur of laughter, games, and more drinks. At some point, more bottles appear, and by the time I’m too exhausted to continue, it must be early morning. The music is still pounding, but I can’t take it anymore.

Grabbing Ry, I leave Dash and Strike confessing how much they love each other and head into the hallway.

“No, I want to party!” Ry cries as he hangs onto my neck. He moves so much, I struggle to walk, or maybe it’s the walls that are moving. I’m not sure since we fall into them. Blinking, I try to get us back to our feet, but I fall again, and this time we sprawl across the stairs and descend into laughter.

“Let’s fuck here.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I barely raise my head.

“Baby, you couldn’t even get it up,” I scoff, and that makes him laugh again as he flops and lies across me.

“Fine, sleep.” Within seconds, he’s snoring.

I stare at the spinning ceiling before wrapping my arms around him and giving in.

“Seriously?” The loud voice makes me open my eyes, and I groan at the bright light. My head is pounding, my skin feels way too hot and sticky, and my stomach is churning something fierce. Po stands above me, looking unimpressed.

“Why are you in my room?” I grumble.

“I’m not. This is the hallway,” he scoffs, and I glance around to see I’m lying across the stairs. No wonder my back and ass hurt. Ryker is still snoring, clinging to me like a teddy.

“Up now,” Po demands as he rolls his eyes and stalks into the living room. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

I slide Ry off me, watching as he turns and hugs the stair post as I stumble to my feet and lean into the wall to see him gaping at Dash and Strike.

Strike is completely naked and sprawled out on the table, surrounded by food and empty drinks. Dash is half on, half off the sofa, his head on the floor and his legs tossed over the back.

“Where are his clothes? Never mind.” Po points up, and I see his boxers hanging from the light. “Kitchen, now. Wake them up. I told you I was coming to plan today.”

“Can I shower first . . . or maybe vomit?” I mutter.

“No. Kitchen. Now,” Po snaps and turns on his heel as I scrub my face, wondering how the hell I’m going to wake them all up.

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