Page 92 of Loving the Legend
“I’m out,” I yell, gaze lasered to the dance floor. Except for Kaleb, the rest of the guys hang back to rack up lap dances. Ten feet on the dance floor, I’m sandwiched between some of the most absurdly beautiful women I’ve ever seen. One woman strings her arms around my neck as she moves in close for a dance. Her hand starts to roam my pecs and trails further and further down south. I extricate myself, but when I turn, I crash right into another woman. My hands bracket her hips as I stumble back from the force of her ass rotating in slow circles against my crotch. I close my eyes and ride the beat, imagining giving Sid a naked lap dance later.
I lose myself to the music, dancing with every woman that pushes in. I peer over at Kaleb, and he’s dancing low with a woman damn near straddling his lap. I spot Malik, Tevin, and Idris dancing close by. I scan the floor for the hundredth time, hoping to see Sid. I texted him when we arrived, but he didn’thit me back. He planned to roll up, pretend it was a coincidence, and we turn up together.
I cringe at the drag of long nails snaking over my crotch, and I’m peeling myself away when I overhear Kaleb yell, “Yo, s’that Wonder Kid?”
I follow his gaze to the second floor and beam when I spot Sid leaning over the balcony, gazing right at me. He raises his glass to us. My whole body lights up as I wave for him to join us.
“Y’all friends?” Kaleb asks, more yells over the music.
Shit. I subdue my smile. “We did that interview thing once, remember? I wonder what he’s doing here,” I yell, rubbing my sweaty neck.
The crowd parts for Sid as he approaches. A sea of camera phones point in his direction. He’s a wet dream. Iron abs and Adonis belt on full display as he rocks an unbuttoned crisp linen shirt and dark gray trouser shorts that hug his muscular thighs to perfection. The watch I gifted him glimmers against his wrist. I glimpse his nipple barbell and avert my gaze to stop myself from drooling. Except when I turn to my teammates, they’re awe-struck too. Sid daps Idris and Tevin, the vets first. Tevin yells to Sid that we’re in town celebrating my birthday. Sid’s eyes widen with surprise as his gaze shifts to me. His acting is award-worthy.
“Happy Birthday, Pretty Boy,” he says, offering me a dap. I zero in on his sumptuous lips and chestnut eyes.
“Thanks,” I reply, biting back a grin.
“I’d offer to buy you a drink, but you look a few steps ahead.” His gaze sweeps over my face, and I catch a flicker of desire.
“Yeah, we had shots of—” For the life of me, I can’t remember what we drank.
“Vodka,” Malik says.
“Lookie, lookie, at what we have here, Knights in our town,” Justin says as he pulls up next to Sid and leans his elbow on his shoulder. “Y’all wanted to party with the champs?”
“Nah, it’s Pretty Boy’s birthday here. We should give them a proper Miami welcome,” Sid says, gaze glued to me.
“How about we take them to Ivy’s?” Justin replies.
“What’s that?” Tevin asks.
“It’s next level, bro. Trust me. The ladies are—” he kisses the tips of his fingers—“thicc and wild as fuck. We’ll send Pretty Boy here straight to the balla’s room.”
I swallow a groan. The idea of being gyrated on by anyone other than the smokeshow in front of me isn’t how I want to spend the night.
“That sounds perfect! Let’s roll. Birthday boy rides with me,” Sid commands. “I brought out the Porsche, or else I’d take more of you.”
“The 911 Turbo S?” Harry asks, wide-eyed.
Sid raises his eyebrows. “How’d you kno–?”
“Saw your car collection on YouTube.”
“Ah.” Sid nods.
“Aight, so the rest of y’all roll with me.” Justin turns and leads the way out. He signals to a few other Marvels players that it’s time to bounce.
The valet brings the car around, and I climb in.
“Yo,” Malik says, “our birthday boy must be far gone climbing into that sexy whip like he owns it.”
I wince. The first time I saw it, I whistled and told Sid that if the Porsche was a man, he’d have competition. I begged him to drive it, and he tossed me the keys. That was a more appropriate reaction than the unfazed way that I just climbed in.
I turn to Sid for help. He snickers, leans past me, and shouts, “I might have to feed the birthday boy to sober him up a little.”
With that, he revs up and takes off. The minute we’re out of sight, I take in my fill of him.
“Fuck, you look hot. Tell me we’re going home,” I plead, massaging his pierced nipple, then trailing my fingers over his abs to his crotch. My mouth waters as his cock thickens.
