Chapter 20
TWENTY
I wake up before Ry and find myself watching him. He’s facing away from me, his hand trapping my arm against his chest, and there isn’t an inch of room between us. Usually, he would sneak out of my bed before dawn, but he’s still here, and it’s in this moment that I realize he meant what he said.
It doesn’t make up for the past, but I wouldn’t change anything if I get this. I don’t know how long I watch him before I hear the others start to wake up. The moment Ry stirs, he stiffens slightly before relaxing, his eyes still closed.
I expect him to be embarrassed when Strike and Dash swing their legs over and catch us at the same time. Their hair is in disarray, but it’s their eyes that make me smile—they bug from their heads as they freeze. They’ve seen us cuddle before, but this is different, and we all know it.
As usual, Ryker surprises me. He wraps my arm tighter around him with a yawn. “Morning,” he says to them before turning and nuzzling my shoulder.
Dash and Strike both raise an eyebrow in question, and I shrug before kissing Ryker’s head. Strike lets out a squeal before coughing and covering it, and they both throw me thumbs-up before they go to the bathroom, giving us privacy.
“It’s time to get up, baby boy,” I say as softly as I can, scanning him lovingly.
“Five more minutes,” he whines as he buries his head in my chest, gripping me tightly.
How can I deny him anything?
“Okay, five more minutes,” I promise as I kiss the top of his head and hold him tighter.
We lounge while the others get ready, and then I force Ry to get up.
He’s half asleep as I help him shuffle to the bathroom, his hair stuck up at all angles.
He’s so fucking cute. Turning him to the mirror, I grab his toothbrush and load it up for him.
“Here.” I offer it to him, but he doesn’t take it.
Rolling my eyes, I turn him, open his mouth, and brush his teeth for him.
He wakes up as I do and blushes, making me grin.
“Can you wash your own face, or do you need me to do that too?” I tease.
“I can do it,” he grumbles as he turns to the sink. I shove my boxers down and crank up the shower. It’s not the hottest, but it does the trick, and when I climb into the glass cubicle, he gasps.
“Fox!” he yells.
“What?” I turn in confusion.
He rushes to the bathroom door and slams it shut, and I raise a brow as I slick my hair back. “The door was open,” he snaps.
“Baby, every single person on this bus has seen my dick a million times. We lived in a van,” I scoff.
“Yes, but that was before,” he mutters, his bottom lip protruding out in this adorable little pout that makes me want to fill them with something else.
“Before?” I lean out of the shower and wait for his answer.
Sighing, he shuts off the sink and crosses his arms. “Before you became my boyfriend. Now they shouldn’t see it, okay? So shut doors.”
“Possessive little thing, aren’t you?” I smile, though, loving how protective he is. “Want to shower with me?”
“No, you just want to feel me up.” He grabs his skincare products and starts on that. Shutting the shower door, I meet his eyes in the mirror as I soap up my body, slowly going over my abs, knowing how much he likes them, then I grip my cock.
His eyes widen in the mirror as he freezes, watching me intently as I work my dick. “Are you sure you don’t want to?”
He slams his skincare on the side of the sink, turns, and points at me. “My ass still hurts. Leave me alone, you animal.” He flees the bathroom, slamming the door as my laughter chases him.
My smile doesn’t disappear the whole time I shower and dress, and when I head out, they are all sitting at the small square table, with cereal and toast spread across the black surface.
Sliding into the booth next to my boy, I sling my arm over the back of his seat, massaging his shoulder as I grab a bowl and start to eat.
I notice he doesn’t have any juice, so I get up and pour his apple juice before he can ask, knowing he needs it in the morning. His fingers touch mine as he takes it, and his eyes meet mine and then drop to my lips before he looks away. This blush staining his cheeks might be my new favorite thing.
Ryker is always beautiful, but knowing that tint is for me alone? Yeah, he’s fucking stunning.
“Give me a bite,” I tease as I lean in. His gaze returns to me as he bites down on his toast. “Ry,” I whine.
Sighing, he offers me the other end, but I turn his hand and purposely take a bite of the same bit he did, and when I lean back, I wink. “Delicious.”
A scoff makes me turn, and I arch a brow as Strike props his head on his fist, still holding his spoon as he looks between us. “You know, I’m glad you two finally gave in.”
A satisfied smile curves my lips as I lean back and sip the coffee Ry must have poured for me. “Gave in?” Ry asks, glancing at me and then Strike.
“And fucked?” Strike says. “Wait, sorry, made love.”
I hide my smile behind my mug as Ry gapes, and when his voice comes, it’s almost a squeak. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I’m a deep sleeper, not dead.” Strike laughs as he scoops up more cereal and takes a bite. I hold back my laugh since Ry looks so red, he might explode.
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.