Page 130 of Loving the Legend
We sit unmoving, unsure of how to leave things.
Then he stands.
My pulse races when he brushes past me. We can’t leave it like this. “Wait!” I reach for him.
He stiffens but pauses, waiting for me to speak.
“Please,” I croak.
His head drops forward. For a second, I think he’s going to keep walking—it’s what I deserve—but he turns and pulls me into a hug.
“Wait, your suit. I didn’t shower.” I pull my tear-stained face away from his chest.
He presses me back against his body. “I don’t care.”
I cling to him, wishing we had more time and things could be different. I could be different.
The doorbell rings again. I pull up the front door camera mic on my phone and tell our driver Sid’s on his way.
“I’ll see you soon. Call me and try to take care of yourself. Please,” he says.
Our teams face off when he gets back to town, and then I fly out that night for a stretch of road games. At least we’ll see each other, even if it’s just on the court.
I nod. “Maybe I’ll remember how to ball by then.”
“You’ve been through a lot. It’ll come back,” he says before tilting his face down for a kiss. It starts as a brush of our lips. When I pull back, he presses forward. A rush of heat and longing spreads through my body from the small exchange of intimacy. His tongue pushes past the seam of my lips. My soft moan elicits a deep groan from him that goes straight to my cock. Our tongues clash, lick, and glide as I clasp my hands around his neck. He pierces my bottom lip between his teeth, the pain making me rut against him. I suck his tongue into my mouth like it’s his cock, swallowing every one of his moans. How he has the power to deny himself my blowjobs is a testament to his frustration with me. I groan when he pulls his lips away, but hespits into his palm. His hand dips past my waistband, and my knees almost buckle when it wraps around my erection. I moan, pressing my forehead against his chest, shuddering from each firm stroke.
“Sid,” I moan, staring up into his eyes. He holds my gaze with a scorching intensity that burns straight to the raw place only he reaches, leaning in for another kiss. This one is slow and tender. My back arches as I press closer into him. It’s not close enough. If I could shed this body and meld with him, I would. Ever since the first time our gazes locked, my soul’s known its home is with him. I hate being apart so much.
“Come for me,” he whispers against my lips, commanding my body in the way only he can. A shuddered breath, and my eyes clench closed. “God,” I cry against his lips as the friction of his stroke ignites an inferno all over my body, and I erupt hard, grunting against his lips. Chest heaving, floating in bliss, my eyes are heavy as he takes a finger covered in my cum and sucks it into his mouth. He tilts my head back and feeds it to me before greedily drinking it in by sucking on my tongue. I massage his thick erection through his tuxedo pants. I want him so badly.
“May I?”
His gaze falls to my mouth as he bites his bottom lip. I’m certain he’s going to nod, but then he grimaces. “I should go before we’re late.”
I nod through the familiar pang of his rejection and step out of the way so he can pass.
“Mom will want to see you,” he says, walking toward the bathroom.
“Mm. I’ll be right down.” As I grab clean clothes, a low grunt seeps from the other side of the bathroom door. My chest deflates, and my head hangs heavy as I head to a guest bathroom. He’d rather come alone than with me.
He’s climbing into the limo when I reach the front. I nod to Jett, our lead personal driver and bodyguard, as he loads Sid’s bags into the trunk. Ex-military, he came highly recommended by a retired basketball legend and friend of Sid’s. Despite his taciturn nature, he’s super alert and perceptive. He’s gotten us out of sticky situations that could have exposed our relationship numerous times. He has an uncanny ability to spot paparazzi. At seven-feet-two-inches with over 250 pounds of muscle and a ghastly scar starting from his right ear to his nose, jet black hair, and hawk eyes, people tend to steer clear of him. Before Sid left Miami, he set Leslie up with a new job serving as the personal driver for another Marvels player.
“Wow, you’re stunning,” I greet Lily, dipping my head into the car window.
“My love! Come around and kiss me. This bustier has restricted everything short of breathing.”
I jet around to the opposite side of the car, lean in and kiss her cheek.
“Why aren’t you sitting here instead of me?”
“Not up to it.” I steal a glance at Sid. He’s staring out of the opposite window. I wonder if he resents me for turning down his invite to be his plus one. The basketball legend who recommended Jett has a biographical documentary up for nomination. So when Sid received the offer to present the Award for the Best Documentary Feature Film, he agreed without hesitation. While we’re both not ready to go public with our relationship, we attend events together from time to time. His post wishing me a happy birthday worked. The media bought our friendship. Now that we both play for teams in Los Angeles, it isn't odd when we’re seen together in public.
I turn back to Lily and mumble something about Sid getting an upgrade with her as a date.
“Oh, shh! You’d kill in a strapless gown or tux.”
“Pfft! I could never pull this off.”
