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Honeymoon Heat — This scene takes place three days after the wedding.

The villa was perfect—white stone walls, blue shutters, a private infinity pool that seemed to spill directly into the Aegean Sea. They’d chosen Greece for their honeymoon specifically because it was far enough from North America that the hockey media wouldn’t bother them, and private enough that they could just… exist.

For two weeks, they weren’t athletes or role models or public figures.

They were just Remy and Jaxson. Husbands. Finally alone.

Remy stood on the terrace, watching the sunset paint the water in impossible shades of orange and pink, wearing nothing but the complimentary robe the resort had provided. His wedding ring caught the light—platinum, simple, perfect. He still wasn’t used to it, kept finding excuses to look at his hand just to confirm it was real.

He was married. To Jaxson Graves. His husband.

The word still sent a thrill through him.

“You’re thinking too loud again,” Jaxson’s voice came from behind him, warm and amused.

Remy turned to find his husband—husband, god, he’d never get tired of that word—leaning against the doorframe, shirtless, wearing only linen pants that hung low on his hips. Three days into the honeymoon and Jaxson had already developed a tan that made his eyes look impossibly blue.

“I was thinking about how lucky I am,” Remy said, moving into Jaxson’s space. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Pretty sure I’m the lucky one.” Jaxson’s hands settled on Remy’s hips, pulling him close. “I married the most beautiful, talented, infuriating man in the world.”

“Infuriating?”

“You woke me up at six AM this morning to go jogging. On our honeymoon. That’s the definition of infuriating.”

“You love my dedication to fitness.”

“I love you despite your dedication to fitness.” But Jaxson was smiling, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Have I mentioned how much I love seeing you in my ring?”

“Only about forty times today.”

“Not nearly enough, then.” Jaxson’s thumb traced over the band on Remy’s finger. “You’re mine now. Officially. Legally. Forever.”

“I was always yours,” Remy corrected. “The ring just makes it official.”

“Mmm. Say that again.”

“Which part?”

“The part where you’re mine.”

Heat flooded through Remy’s body at the possessive tone. Even after a year together, Jaxson’s claim on him still made his knees weak. “I’m yours, Jax. Always have been. Always will be.”

Jaxson made a low sound in his throat and kissed him harder—deeper, more demanding, the kind of kiss that promised things. His hands slid under Remy’s robe, finding warm skin, and Remy gasped into his mouth.

“Bed,” Jaxson said against his lips. “Now.”

“We haven’t even had dinner—”

“I’ll order room service later. Right now, I need my husband naked and underneath me.”

The casual use of husband sent another thrill through Remy. He let Jaxson pull him inside, through the living area, into the master bedroom with its enormous bed and gauzy curtains that billowed in the sea breeze.

Jaxson untied Remy’s robe with deliberate slowness, pushing it off his shoulders, letting it pool on the floor. For a moment, he just looked—his gaze tracking over Remy’s body with an intensity that made Remy feel seen, wanted, worshipped.

“Beautiful,” Jaxson murmured. “Every time I see you like this, I can’t believe you’re real. That you’re mine.”

“Prove it,” Remy challenged, his voice already going breathless. “Prove I’m yours.”

Something dark and possessive flashed in Jaxson’s eyes. “Careful what you ask for, husband.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

Jaxson’s smile was predatory. He backed Remy toward the bed, hands on his hips, guiding him until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. “Lie down. Center of the bed.”

Remy obeyed, his heart already racing, arousal pooling hot and urgent in his stomach.

Jaxson stripped off his linen pants—no underwear, the tease—and climbed onto the bed, settling between Remy’s legs. But instead of touching him where he desperately wanted to be touched, Jaxson started at his ankle.

Kissing. Licking. Teeth scraping over sensitive skin.

“Jax—” Remy’s hips lifted involuntarily.

“Shh. I’m worshipping my husband. Let me work.”

Jaxson’s mouth moved up Remy’s calf, pausing to bite gently at the inside of his knee. Then higher, kissing along his inner thigh, getting so close to where Remy needed him before moving to the other leg and starting the process all over again.

It was torture. Beautiful, deliberate torture.

By the time Jaxson finally—finally—wrapped his hand around Remy’s cock, Remy was shaking, desperate, already so close to the edge it was embarrassing.

“Please,” he gasped. “Jax, please—”

“Please what?” Jaxson’s grip was firm, perfect, his thumb swiping over the head. “Tell me what you need.”

“You. Inside me. I need you inside me.”

“I love it when you beg.” Jaxson reached for the lube they’d left on the nightstand—they’d been here three days and had already christened every surface in the villa. “I love knowing I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Desperate. Needy. Mine.”

“Only yours,” Remy agreed, spreading his legs wider in invitation. “No one else. Ever.”

Jaxson’s expression went soft for a moment, love mixing with desire. “I know, baby. I know.”

The first finger slid in easily—they’d made love this morning, and Remy was still loose, still open. But Jaxson took his time anyway, adding a second finger, then a third, working him carefully, hitting that spot inside that made Remy see stars.

“Ready?” Jaxson asked, his own voice strained with restraint.

“God, yes. Please. Now.”

Jaxson positioned himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against Remy’s entrance, and pushed in slowly. The stretch was perfect, familiar, exactly what Remy needed.

“Fuck,” Jaxson breathed, bottoming out. “You feel incredible. Always feel incredible.”

“Move,” Remy demanded, wrapping his legs around Jaxson’s waist. “Show me I’m yours.”

Jaxson didn’t need to be told twice. He set a rhythm—deep, powerful, exactly the intensity Remy craved. His hands gripped Remy’s hips hard enough to leave marks, and Remy loved it, loved being claimed like this, loved the evidence that would linger tomorrow.

“Mine,” Jaxson said with each thrust. “My husband. My partner. Mine.”

“Yours,” Remy gasped, his hands scrabbling at Jaxson’s back, nails digging in. “All yours. Forever.”

Jaxson shifted the angle slightly, hitting Remy’s prostate dead-on, and Remy cried out, pleasure crashing through him.

“That’s it,” Jaxson encouraged, his rhythm getting faster, more desperate. “Let me hear you. No one can hear us out here. Let go.”

Remy did. Stopped holding back the sounds, the gasps and moans and breathless pleas. They were alone, isolated, free to be as loud as they wanted.

“Touch yourself,” Jaxson commanded. “I want to watch you come on my cock.”

Remy wrapped his hand around himself, stroking in time with Jaxson’s thrusts, the dual stimulation overwhelming.

“That’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Jaxson’s voice was wrecked now, his control slipping. “I love you. Love you so much. My beautiful husband.”

The words combined with the perfect angle and the building pleasure—it was too much. Remy came with a shout, spilling over his fist, his body clamping down on Jaxson.

The sensation triggered Jaxson’s own release. He buried himself deep, groaning Remy’s name, and collapsed forward, catching himself at the last second so he didn’t crush Remy under his weight.

They lay there, panting, Jaxson still inside him, both of them trembling with aftershocks.

“I love you,” Jaxson said eventually, pressing kisses to Remy’s neck. “I love being married to you. I love that we have two weeks of this.”

“Two weeks of incredible sex?”

“Two weeks of just being us. No cameras, no expectations, no pressure. Just you and me.”

Remy’s chest felt too full. “Best honeymoon ever.”

“We’re only three days in.”

“Still stands.” Remy pulled Jaxson down for a kiss. “Though I might need food soon. You’ve worn me out.”

“Room service?”

“Definitely room service. I’m not putting on clothes.”

“Good plan.” Jaxson carefully pulled out and collapsed beside him, immediately pulling Remy against his chest. “We should probably shower first though.”

“Too comfortable. Shower later.”

“You’re going to fall asleep if we don’t move.”

“Your point?” But Remy was already drifting, exhausted and satisfied and perfectly content.

Jaxson laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his hair. “I love you, Remy Graves-St. Clair.”

“Love you too, Jaxson Graves-St. Clair,” Remy mumbled, already half-asleep.

They did eventually shower—and that turned into another round against the tile wall, which led to ordering room service at midnight and eating it naked on the terrace under the stars.

Two weeks of this, Remy thought, watching his husband laugh at something ridiculous, his wedding ring catching the moonlight.

Two weeks of just being themselves.

And then a lifetime after that.

Perfect.

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