Page 106 of Loving the Legend
“I’ll miss you too, baby. We’ll talk every day?”
“Of course. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. Tell me if you have a panic—”
“Shh. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
“Just tell me. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“No secrets, Ty.”
I nod and go to move, but he wraps his arms around my chest, anchoring me in place, and rocks into me, sending tremors throughout my body. “Not yet,” he whispers, still softening. He kisses my cheek. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” he asks, rubbing the front of my throat.
“You were perfect.” I rest against his chest and close my eyes, relishing these last few moments together.
I groan when he finally slips out of me.
“Bend forward,” he says.
“Why?” I ask, obeying him. “Ohh…ungh,” I moan when his warm tongue drags across my rim. He sucks my hole and laps up his cum. My head drops forward when he grabs my hips and sticks his tongue in deep, feasting on me until I’m dry.
“S’hot,” I pant.
“I taste delicious inside of you.”
The thought makes my dick twitch. If he wasn’t pressed for time, I’d go another round.
After we get dressed and pull out of the lot, he clears his throat. “Hey, I need to, uh, talk to you about something.”
“O-okay,” I say, caught off guard by his serious tone.
“I’ve made up my mind about what I’m about to tell you, and I feel pretty strongly about it, but it affects us both, so I want to hear your thoughts. I value your opinion, and I love you, and since we’re a team, I want to—”
“Unless it's your intention to freak me out, spit it out,” I blurt out, rubbing my sweaty palms on my thighs.
“It’s good news…I hope.” He squeezes my hand. “I’ve been in talks with the Royals about a trade. They made me an epic offer, including a buyout with the Marvels. You know that I’ve dreamt of playing for Los Angeles since I was a kid, and I accomplished what I set out for in Miami.”
My head jerks back. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Sid’s been the face of the Marvels for the last five years. It’s hard to think of Miami and not imagine him here.
But—and it’s a ginormous but—if he moved to Los Angeles, we’d live in the same city. We could come home to each other whenever we have home games. It’s what I’ve dreamt about since we started dating.
“Are you okay? Breathe, baby,” he says, balancing the steering wheel with his left hand and taking my hand with his right.
I grin inwardly. He thinks I’m on the edge of a panic attack. Archie’s wicked sense of humor must have rubbed off on me because I make a split-second decision to fuck with him.
“You want to move to LA to play for the Royals next season because you’ve dreamed about playing for them since you were a kid, and you’re done with Miami?”
“Yeah, and they’re offering me an obscene amount of money,” he adds.
I nod, then shrug. “It’s your decision. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah, I’ll always support you,” I say dryly, patting his shoulder.
“Okay…cool." His shoulders slump as he turns back to the road. "Thanks. I guess.”
I stare out the window and drum my fingers against the door as we fall into an awkward silence for the rest of the drive.
