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She settled into the chaise. The warm ocean winds breezed over us.

“That’s not true. You’ve always been a good king.”

I shook my head. “No. You’ve made me a better king. A better man. And soon I’ll be a father because of you.” I pressed gently at her bikini line. Our future rested beneath my hand. We were a family.

“God, I love you.”

I turned her lips to meet mine. She moaned as my tongue dipped inside her mouth. I pulled her under me. I didn’t want the honeymoon to end. The cabinet could wait. The royal council didn’t need me. This was fucking nirvana, lying with the woman I loved in my arms, baking under the island sun.

“Can we go back to the cabana?” she whispered in my ear.

“Only if you tell me why,” I taunted.

“I need you, Damon.”

“This isn’t enough?” I kissed her again.

“No. All of you. In that honeymoon bed.”

“See why I want the resort to ourselves? I could strip this tiny bikini off your body.”

She inhaled. “You can, inside.” She leaned forward to gather her book and beach bag.

The security guards moved from the palm trees behind us. We were flanked, even on our honeymoon.

Molly started to walk toward the cabana, sashaying her curvy hips, driving me wild. I started to run full speed and whipped her up in my arms.

She yelped with laughter as I began to sprint toward the beach cabana. The officers were trying to keep up.

I darted through the door, slamming it.

My mouth found hers. “Finding you changed my life, Molly.”

She melted into my arms. “And you changed mine.”

And I knew that I meant it. I would do anything

to keep her safe. To hold her. To protect her. I’d do anything to make her happy. I may not have been the man she deserved the night we met, but I had changed. I had won the love of the most incredible woman. The most incredible queen. And I would give her everything she needed for the rest of her life.

Turn Over

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One

Luke

Sometimes people are wrong. They’re wrong about what the score will be at the end of the game. They’re wrong about what route to run. They’re wrong about who they can trust. And fuck it, they’re wrong about people. Wrong about love. I used to be one of those people. Cynical. Egotistical. Selfish. But all it takes is one second. One split second of your life when you think you’ll lose everything. And suddenly it comes into focus. Faster than I take a snap. Faster than I read the defense. I can see all of it. I can see it being ripped away. In a split second all of it can be ruined. There could be a life where she doesn’t exist. Where the mistakes push her away.

They are wrong about me. And the thing about me is I love to prove people wrong.

It was hot as shit on the practice field. The September sun beat down on everyone. It didn’t discriminate between million dollar players or the trainers who took home fifty thousand a year. It was brutal and unrelenting, reminding all of us what it meant to play football in Texas.