Loving the Legend (Chasing Rings, #1)

by Kit Grey

My gaze flicks down to my growing erection. What the fuck? I rip myself away. Once inside my room, I lean against the door, pull out my cock and stroke it hard. Three strokes in, I’m biting my fist and releasing all over my hand and Sid’s oaken floor. I come to the image of me taking Sid down my throat. What the actual fuck?

“This place doesn’t feel massive with just you in it?” He waits for me as I kneel to remove my shoes. “I have you tonight,” he replies. My gaze snaps up to meet his, searching for a sign that he meant for it to sound as seductive as I heard it. His expression is neutral. Fuck, I can’t read him.

“Come here,” Sid’s gravelly voice commands. Startled, my head whips in his direction. He has the covers lifted, inviting me into his arms. I search his face to see if he’s serious. He tilts his head, gesturing for me to come. I’m sure I’ll overthink it tomorrow, but I scoot over, and he wraps me up in his arms. I take a deep breath to slow the rapid drumming in my chest. His massive chest is warm and, god, he smells amazing. I relax into his embrace, letting the weight of my head rest against his pecs. I scoot back a little, hoping my dick stays soft. The rise and fall of his chest lulls me to sleep.

“And that’s when I knew for sure that I was falling for him,”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I have to go.”

“I didn’t take you for a cock-blocker,” I

“Cock-blocker?”

“Look at you, taking me so well.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says, as tears slip from the corners of my eyes. His eyes hold a storm of emotions too.

“Please, baby.” His soft plea squeezes my chest, and I muster the courage to meet his gaze.

“I want to see you,” he says, slowing his thrusts.

“You know how you like to be woken up with head?”

“I want to wake up with your cock inside of me.”

The second our gazes latch, he drops his bags and envelops me in a hug. Every cell in my body relaxes into him as he dips his head and crushes his lips against mine. I moan as his tongue pierces my lips, demanding entry. He presses the small of my lower back closer to him. I kiss along his lips, jaw, and cheeks.

I reach up and wipe the tears from his face. “I’m sorry…I scared you.”

I know we cannot possess another person, but Sid is mine, and I am his forever. I feel it in the marrow of my bones, the tendons of my heart, the core of my soul.

grieve what Sid and I once were. What keeps me going are memories of happier times and the too-fleeting moments of our souls grazing through an unguarded smile or touch. I’m not sure that’s enough anymore. I sense the specter of a sickness settling into the bones of our relationship. Maybe grief shouldn’t be all there is to life, but I learned early that life is littered with things that shouldn’t have happened but happened anyway. Perhaps my losing Sid is no exception.