Page 67 of Resist

“Fox,” he begs. “Please, I need you so badly.”

All it takes is a few words from him, and all my strength goes out the window. I line my cock up and slowly push into his greedy ass. The tight heat wraps around me, and he groans, relaxing and pushing down to take me deeper. I watch him as his eyes roll back in his head, and his teeth dig into his lip as I pull out and push in until he takes all of me. When I’m fully seated, we are both panting, our foreheads pressed together. My hands shake as I press them to the floor next to his head and start to move.

I take it slow, with long, sure thrusts as we kiss. This isn’t fucking, this is making love, and I show him that as I reclaim my body and what was almost stolen from me.

As our bodies meet, our lips chase each other. Theo can’t ruin this for me. It’s my body, not his. He will never have a claim over it. It belongs to me and Ryker.

He gasps my name as I kiss every inch of his face and skin I can reach as we come together. Pleasure explodes through me, and I groan my release against his neck as I fill his perfect ass, and I feel him spurting across our chests as he cries out my name.

The sound reclaims my aching heart like nothing else could.

THIRTY

It isn’t going to trial, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so relieved—not because I am ashamed, but because I was terrified of Fox having to confront someone he loved and trusted and recall what he did to him. Fox is strong and not afraid to stand his ground regarding what Theo did, but he’s already having nightmares. Theo will face prison time, but our job is done. He will never hurt Fox again, and the outpouring of love and support is incredible.

So many men have written to Fox, asking for his strength and help, and it’s really affected him. We spent days reading letters sent to him as a band, and more than once, we had to take a break to cry and rage in anger.

It’s sparked something in Fox, and we are all glad to help him. He’s taken it upon himself to become the champion for those who have been silenced. He’s been speaking with local charities on how he can help, and we’ve all donated our time, money, and voices. We’re planning a charity show next week to help raise more money and awareness, but I couldn’t be prouder of my boyfriend and friends. Strike and Dash have stepped up big time and have been volunteering, as well as making content online to help those in need. Despite all the good we are doing,it’s heavy and tiring, and Fox is burning out. He’s been through so much recently, and I want to give him a day of happiness with no other thoughts.

Early the next morning, I steal him away. Strike and Dash cover for us, and we wear hats and masks and venture out into the city.

We go undercover, avoiding fans and paparazzi as we wander through a mall before stopping for dinner. Later, we stop at an arcade and play games for hours. It’s nothing major or special, a mundane day, but this slice of normal is heaven and indescribable.

I smile at Fox as he cheers, spinning away from the shooting game he beat me on again. Laughing, I let him whirl me around, and when he puts me back on my feet, he tugs my mask down. My eyes widen as he tilts his head to avoid our hats hitting and presses his lips to mine. He holds my hips, tugging me flush against his body as he deepens the kiss. I begin to lean into him, and only then does he pull away. His eyes are bright with happiness and love, and his lips are tilted in a warm, familiar smile.

“Thank you for today,” he murmurs. “I needed it.”

“I know you did. Admit it, I’m the best boyfriend ever,” I tease.

Laughing, he turns me and drapes his arm around my chest, resting his chin on my shoulder. “You are,” he agrees, sounding serious. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ry.”

“You’ll never find out,” I promise as I interlace our fingers over my chest. “Now, I want a rematch. Loser is bottom tonight.”

That gets him moving as I grin.

“It’s too early,” I whine as my phone starts to ring again. I pick it up and hit answer. “This better be good.”

“Um, Fox?” Po asks, confused.

Pulling the phone away, I realize I picked up Fox’s phone. I roll over and smack him to wake him up. “Fox, phone.” I toss it on his chest as he grumbles and grabs it blindly, shoving it against his ear before putting it on speaker.

“It’s actually good you’re, uh . . . both there. Could you guys come into the label this morning please?” He sounds odd, but it’s probably because it’s barely light out.

“Sure, I’ll let Strike and Dash know,” I grumble.

“No, just you two please. See you soon.” He hangs up, and Fox and I share a confused look before he dives at me, making me laugh.

“No, don’t!” I groan as he pulls the comforter down and presses his lips to my chest. “Fox.”

“We’re awake, so we might as well make the most of it,” he murmurs against my skin.

I grip his hair and tug him up. “My ass is still sore from you last night,” I whine.

“I’ll be gentle this time, I promise.” He smirks, knowing he’ll get his way.

By the time we make it out of the door, the sun is up, my body is covered in bite marks, and every time I glance at Fox, I blush.

The label is pretty empty at this time, which is surprising, but I have an unsettling feeling, especially when we are escorted to a meeting room where Po, some managers, and a few directors sit across from us. I don’t know most of their names other than Mrs. Noel and Miss Wilson, but sitting in the middle is the CEO, Mr.Atlas. Sharing a look with Fox, I take a seat and wait. I’m used to being in trouble, but I’ve been well behaved since Fox and I started dating. I wonder if this has to do with what happened with Fox and Theo. It’s the only thing I can think of.

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