Loving the Legend (Chasing Rings, #1)

by Kit Grey

I stare into his eyes, and hidden doors not meant to be uncovered rattle as he peers back with a trembling intensity—almost like he could love what he sees.

“I definitely want to live buried inside of you.” His deep, soothing voice makes my stomach flutter. “Me aside, I know you’re like the best balla on the planet, but living inside of me might be your true calling.” He chuckles. “I think you’re right.”

“Love, the two of you could light up the Empire State Building with the electricity coursing between you. Also,

Lifting my arm, his tongue swipes across my pit. I jolt from the intensity of the sensation, and prickles of heat shoot all over my body. He sniffs, licks, and sucks on my pit as his hand strokes me fast and rough. I bite my bottom lip and grunt as my orgasm crests.

More books should have pit play (idk if that’s actually a thing or I made it up 😂)

Pits, nipples, wrists, bottoming…fuck. Who am I?

“You know how you like to be woken up with head?” I ask, releasing his tongue. He grunts. “I want to wake up with your cock inside of me.” His eyes dim to dark orbs as his thrusts become jerky. “When?” “Whenever you want.” Every cell in my body lights up at the idea of being woken up on Sid’s cock.

I know I’ll need a few days to get my head right. Or a lifetime. Who am I kidding? I have it bad for Sid.

“Damn, you’re stubborn…I’m saying I want you to myself.”

“I want to see all of you, remember?” I reach up and wipe the tears from his face. “I’m sorry…I scared you.” He shakes his head. “I scared you first by saying I wanted you for myself. I’m sorry.” “I want you too.”

“You’re gonna spoil me.” “Duh,” he replies.

“When I woke up hard yesterday, I was dreaming about you. I fucked myself with a dildo, wishing you were inside of me. When I’m alone in my hotel room on the road, I imagine myself down on my knees, taking you down my throat. And when I stroke myself—” His eyes darken as he squeezes my ass, grinding me against him. “I imagine my dick sinking into you. When I come all over my chest, it’s your name that I gasp into the pillow.”

“My hard cock—ungh”—I bite my bottom lip hard to stop myself from coming—“was made for your tight hole. You feel fucking unbelievable. We fit perfectly, baby. Hold on for me a little longer.”

“Don’t come.” He sucks his thumb into his mouth. “That load is mine.” I whimper as he releases my dick, and I slowly stroke myself until I reach the edge. Then I pull off, preferring to come down his throat.

“Even though I try every day, I’ll never know all of your depths. And because of that, I’ll always know humility with you. Sometimes, I fear I’ve met you too late, and we’ll never have enough time.”

“You know one of the things I love about The Three Musketeers?” I dig into the food. “The adventure and camaraderie?” “The honor duels,” he answers before accepting my bite. “That’s rando—oh, you’d duel a guy for me?” He feeds me a bite. “Damn straight!”

He offers it so faithfully—together. An answer to an unspoken prayer. How could a solitary word promise such companionship?

I close my eyes and wish that we spend the rest of our days together and no matter the storms, each year finds us closer, happier, and more in love than the last.

Sid wipes my eyes, and I recall a memory created only moments ago—his beautiful face illuminated by the candlelight. Hand outstretched, offering a grace I’ll never forget as long as I live. He gave me the strength to do what I couldn’t for years—visit the past and come away with a sense of peace.

fall asleep wondering if birthday wishes are like prayers in that sometimes they come true.

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.

ride him slowly, shuddering every time he fills me to the hilt. “Fuck, baby," I mutter. "Who’s gonna wake me up on their big dick if⁠—” His hand clasps around my throat, and I’m pulled back against his broad chest. He licks into my ear. “What do you mean ‘who’? This is my hole.” He grabs my hip with his free hand and drives into me hard. “No one fucking touches it but me. You hear me?” “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck, Sid.”

When I get back from Spain, I’m gonna bend you over and fuck my tight hole until you pass out, and even then⁠—” “Ngh,” my balls draw up as I turn my face and moan into his neck. “—I won’t stop.”

“Baby…I love you.” The thought of going through this without him feels impossible. “I love you too. I’d do anything for you. I’ll try to help in ways I think would be useful, but don’t hesitate to tell me what you need.”

Sid is so perfect 💕

He reaches his arm out and cups the back of my neck. Not wanting the tubes in his hand to detach, I tilt my head down toward him. He applies light pressure until my forehead is pressed against his. My vision turns blurry as he rubs my neck like he usually does to calm me down…like my dad used to.

I really would have been bawling if he lost Adam too 😭😭

“I’m so sorry, baby…for you…for Adam. I’m sorry that you’re depressed. I missed you so fucking much. I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he whispers against my ear.

“Baby, your mouth…” He shudders. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again just thinking about it.” He clenches his eyes shut. My face warms. I’m such a slut for his praise.

Sometimes, being seen isn’t the worst thing.

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.

Sid breaks the silence. “I’m convinced the Creator used a miniature paintbrush and centuries of painstaking detail to create you.” “W-what?” “How else to make sense of your beauty?”

I never understood the laws of gravity until I experienced Sid’s laughter. Its cavernous rumble knocked me into a new orbit, where I’d gladly circle eternity, bathing in its sound and gazing into his sun-glinted eyes.

I’ve missed you too. I’m ready to come home. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry it took me so long to get help. I was wrong for thinking I didn’t need help. I miss my best friend. I’ve had tough days. Healing sucks sometimes. I met our kids. They visit me sometimes when I sleep. I’ve spent hours wondering what it means. I think it’s a sign. I need to make peace with the past. Our future is our family. I miss your laughter. I love you. I’ve never loved you more.

ear. “I thought I told you—this dick is yours and yours only.” He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes it. “You forgot?” I whimper and shake my head. “Liar.” He clasps the back of my neck and shoves me toward the pillow. “I’ll fucking remind you.”

“He’s everything to me—my best friend and my family. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect him and what we have.”

I’ve never spent so much on a piece of jewelry. Good thing I only plan to get married one time.

“The first time I saw Ty, I was at home packing for a game. The TV was on in the background. His team was playing against Pittsburgh, I think. I happened to look at the screen just as he tore through their defense to post a lethal leftie underhand layup. His finesse was staggering to watch. When the camera zoomed in on his face, I didn’t see the gloating or smugness I’d expected. Instead, I saw a fire in his eyes. Well, fire and a heart-wrenching amount of sadness. To say that I was captivated is an understatement. Every cell in my body lit up watching him. He was familiar, but I knew for sure that we’d never met.

“Here’s the thing—I started falling for you the first time I saw you, and I’ve been utterly in love with you ever since. Even though that day on TV was the first time my eyes laid upon you, my soul recognized you. Its grace and wisdom led me straight to you.”

“Tyler, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He clears the emotion out of his throat. “You, whose beautiful soul is cast from love. I will strive every day to ensure that our family knows true joy, protection, and peace. Ours is an everlasting love forged through life’s fires. Whatever storms may come to pass, we’ll bear them together and come out stronger. Our family will find refuge in our union. Because of you, I know that love is the greatest of mysteries, and true humility is accepting its breathtaking and unfailing path. I am already yours, but would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

I should be the one down on a knee asking for his hand. It’s him who would do me the honor of being his husband. His unfaltering love has held me together on days when I could barely muster the strength to get out of bed or feed myself. He’s loved me despite my fears and insecurities. He’s given me more joyful memories than I have any right to in a lifetime.

He pulls back and bites his lower lip. “Fuck. I love how well you take it.”

There’s one thing I am certain of—I love deeply. At times, it’s felt like a curse and the root of my pain. Yet, it’s the one thing that’s been unfailing through everything. Although I haven’t always felt worthy, I’ve mustered the courage to accept love in return. I believe in Sid and our love and will spend the rest of my days appreciating the time that we have.

There are some beliefs that turn to dust under a new sun and some that fall away with life’s seasons. There are some that break your heart or lead you down a woeful path of destruction. Yet, there’s one more powerful than them all—love. When it comes to love, it’s a sure shot for me.

“You know, it’s interesting how you insult in public but apologize in private. Next time, man up in front of everyone or save it.”