Legend (Arizona Vengeance #3)(50)

Legend doesn’t play around. He licks and sucks at me, wiggling his tongue against my clit and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m brought back to awareness when he lifts his hips, a silent plea for me to get my mouth back to work.

I blink the haze of passion out of my eyes and lower my mouth back onto his shaft. He groans his approval and it vibrates through my pussy.

I’m not sure if I should be ashamed or not, but I spread my legs even wider and give my weight to him. I ride Legend’s tongue while I suck his cock, and it’s the most beautifully dirty thing we’ve done so far.

Squirming and writhing on top of Legend, I give him back everything I have with my lips, tongue, mouth, and hand. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet sucking and when our bodies just can’t take another moment of this level of pleasure, we both erupt together with strangled cries of ecstasy.

    I’m boneless and fuzzy headed, but I’m aware enough to feel Legend pull me back up the bed and settle me into his arms. He presses my face into his neck and I think he says, “Good night, Pep” but I’m not sure.

I fall into a deep sleep with the taste of him in my mouth and a smile on my face.





Chapter 22


    Legend


The bus ride from the hotel to the Phantoms arena in Uniondale, New York, is usually only about fifteen minutes long but traffic is at a dead stop.

We’ve got back-to-back games in New York this week. We played the Vipers night before last and tonight we’ll take on the Phantoms.

If traffic ever moves.

“My pregame warm-up is getting shorter and shorter for every minute we sit here,” Dax says from my right. He took the window seat but he’s not looking out at the long line of stalled cars in front of us. He’s instead playing a game on his phone.

I regard him for a moment. He’s been a little quiet since Lance’s funeral week before last, but his game play has been spot on. Dax is our first-line left winger and he’s in the top ten point scorers in the league.

“How are you doing?” I ask him a question I’ve asked him since the funeral but figure I’d ask him again. Like I said…he’s been a little quiet.

His head comes up and he shoots me a glance. “I’m doing good, man.”

“You’ve just been a little reserved since Lance’s funeral,” I tell him. “Want to talk about anything?”

I know he still has to be feeling the emotional effects of losing his best friend. Hell, stepping out onto the ice at the Viper’s arena night before last got me choked up. It was my home for a year, and Lance was my brother on ice. Playing there without seeing him on the opponent’s bench was surreal. Seeing his teammates wearing black striped patches on their jerseys in recognition of their fallen teammate was a punch to the gut.

    “I’m worried about Regan,” Dax says and it takes me a minute to follow. I was so focused on Lance and what his loss means to Dax, that I forgot about Regan. Dax would regard her as a little sister that he has a duty to now.

“She not doing well?” I ask him.

Dax shrugs. “I can’t tell. She’s not telling me much. She seemed like she was holding her shit together the week I was there after he died. She handled everything with such grace. I mean…she’s all grown-up now and I wasn’t expecting that. In my mind, she was still a little girl.”

“When was the last time you saw her before Lance died?” I ask.

“It was when she graduated high school, I guess. She went to college in California after that.”

“And how old is she now?”

“Twenty-two,” he tells me with a grimace. “It makes me feel old as hell since I can remember her chasing me and Lance around the iced-over pond while we were trying to play hockey.”

I laugh, smiling at the memory he just shared. “Yes. At twenty-eight , you’re so old,” I tell him sarcastically. “But seriously…what’s your worry?”

Dax shakes his head with a perplexed expression. “I can’t put my finger on it. On the outside, she looks strong. She acts strong. Like I said, she handled everything with grace. She even gave an amazing eulogy. But I just get the impression that she’s not as okay as she’s trying to portray. Just a gut feeling, I guess.”

    “Have you seen her this trip?” I ask him.

“I’m going to meet up with her tonight for some drinks. I think she’s planning to head back to California soon.”

“Here’s my advice.” I turn in my seat to face him. “If you think there’s something there, push her to tell you what’s going on. Otherwise it’s going to eat at you.”

“Yeah, I know,” he says with resignation. He looks back down to his phone, but then his head pops back up. “By the way, been meaning to ask…anything going on with Lida?”

I’ve kept my tight circle—Bishop, Dax, and Erik—they’re pretty up to speed on my impending legal woes with Lida. I’ve also kept Christian Rutherford apprised, because I know this team doesn’t need any negative media attention if this turns out to be a bunch of drama. So far, the media hasn’t even picked up on the fact that I’ve become an overnight father and I want to keep it that way.