Page 80 of Resist

“Ryker is correct,” Fox offers. “We would not be here without our fans. You were the reason we were noticed, and now you are the reason we get to stay together. We owe you everything, and we’ll make sure to give back all the love and support you have shown us.”

“Fox, Ryker!” We blink as people scream for us, and I nod, picking someone at random.

“Are you two staying together?”

“Yes.” I smile without hesitation. “Fox is my boyfriend, and that won’t change.” Looking up at him, I can’t help but soften. “He’s the love of my life.”

Dash and Strike fake gag, making the crowd laugh, and Fox leans in and kisses my cheek. “My beautiful boy,” he whispers. “You did so well.”

“Yeah?” I lower my voice so the crowd doesn’t hear. “Then you can show me when we’re home.”

Chuckling, he takes my hand behind the mic stand as we answer more questions, and for the first time since those pictures were taken, I feel the sun rising with hope.

I see our future, and it’s fucking bright.

THIRTY-SEVEN

We are celebrating.

A feast is spread across the table, and drinks flow in our private room in the restaurant Po took us to. He’s chatting away with Dash and Strike, who grow increasingly more drunk. When I lay my hand on Ry’s thigh under the table, I feel him jump. His eyes swing to me as he spills beer over his arm. I lick it clean, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Chuckling into his skin, I slide my hand higher on his thigh until I cover his cock and squeeze.

“I need the bathroom.” I stand and head out, hoping he gets the idea.

After all, I have a promise to keep.

Leaning into the stall door in the empty bathroom, I check my watch when the door bangs open, a wide-eyed Ry standing on the threshold. His gaze clashes with mine. “Fox.” It’s all he gets out before I’m on him, shoving him back into the door as I lock it before turning him and pressing him to the wall. Our kiss is sloppy as he gasps into my mouth.

“We don’t have long.” I undo his pants and tug them down before lifting him. His legs wrap around my hips as I press him back into the wall. “Be good and scream for me.”

I’m inside him in one thrust. He gasps, and I kiss him until he relaxes and rolls his hips, urging me to move. Our kiss turns messy as I grunt, pull out of his tight ass, then slam back in. The force presses him back as I move fast and hard, knowing they’ll eventually come looking. His leaking cock is trapped between us, and I shift so I can hold his length in my fist. He thrusts into it as I take his ass, my name on his lips.

His head falls back into the wall as he holds onto my shoulders, his groans filling the air as he arches his back, taking me deeper.

“God, look at you, baby, so goddamn perfect,” I praise as I bite his neck. He jerks in my fist, and I hammer into his ass, wanting to come when he does. “My baby, aren’t you? Mine forever, and now the world knows.”

“Yours,” he promises, swelling in my fist. “Fox, I’m going to come.”

“I know. Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.” I squeeze my fist around his cock. He cries out, squirting on my hand as he comes, and I keep up my rough pace, fucking his ass. I’m unable to look away from him, and when his eyes open, it sends me over the edge.

Groaning his name, I fill his tight ass with my release and slump into him. He drapes his arms over my shoulders, still breathing heavily.

“I wonder if they heard,” he teases.

“If they didn’t, I didn’t fuck you well enough,” I retort, then I kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he murmurs, kissing me deeper before I pull away. Dropping him to his feet, I lift my fist and lick his release from my fingers.

“Fox,” he murmurs, sounding scandalized as I laugh.

“Baby, I’ve tasted every inch of you, and every single drop is perfect,” I purr.

“Idiot,” he mutters, but he’s smiling. I help him back into his pants, and we clean up before looking at each other in the mirror. For a moment, I remember every time we would sneak away and hide in the bathrooms at clubs and bars we were playing in just for five minutes of peace with each other. He must remember, too, because his smile is wide.

“Even back then, they were my favorite five minutes of the day,” he says.

“Mine too,” I agree as I circle my arms around him and rest my chin on his shoulder. “You were and always will be my favorite part of any day, Ry.”

“Even when I’m being a pain in the ass?” he teases.

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