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Authors: Alexa Kaye

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BOOK: Mine to Take






Confession time.

I lied.

Again. This time, you'd call it a lie by omission.

You're probably thinking by now that I'm a compulsive liar. But honestly I have my reasons.

I have big news for Jace. And I lied because I want him to be surprised.

He is going to flip out when he finds out. Flip out in a good way.

I couldn't be happier. About this
news. And about...well everything. Coming to Alaska and marrying Jace is the best thing I've ever done.

Do I miss my family? Sure, I do. It's hard knowing my future children will never be close to my parents or their aunts and uncles. But Jace and I will do our best to give them all the love they need. I'm sure it'll be enough. Jace has a lot of love to give. He's going to be a wonderful father.

I mean, just look at him. Right now he's holding my hand, stroking the back with his thumb. He's so attentive. The man has babied me since we found out I'm pregnant.

He's about to get the surprise of a lifetime.

The ultrasound technician greets us with a smile as she enters the room and sits on the stool next to the bed. “First baby?” the  middle-aged woman asks as she grabs her squirty bottle of slime and dispenses some on my little baby bump.

“Yes,” Jace says with a proud daddy grin. “Our first but hopefully not our last.”

I giggle.

The technician slides me a pointed look.

Yes, she's in on the surprise. With the help of my doctor, I arranged this whole thing.

“Let's see how we're doing,” she says as she slides the ultrasound wand thingy over my stomach. Gray and black images take form on the display screen, angled so we can see. “Hmmm, what do we have here?” she positions the wand so it displays two profiles, facing each other.

Jace jumps up from his stool, positioned on the opposite side of the bed from the ultrasound machine. “What is that? Is there...?”

“Twins,” the technician says, nodding. She shifts the wand, focusing on one perfect little body and then the other. “Congratulations, Daddy.”

Grinning like a little boy who has just gotten his first bicycle, he looks at the screen then at me and then back at the screen. “Babe, we're having twins! Twins!”

“Twin boys,” the technician says, the image on the screen showing  a very defined image of boy parts.

“Twin boys!” He cups my cheeks and kisses me until my toes curl.

The technician clears her throat.

He stops. His brows scrunch as he looks at me. “You don't look surprised.”

I start laughing. And I can't stop. Tears stream down my face. Tears of pure joy. “I wanted to tell you so many times since I found out. But I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Oh, you devious little...” Despite the the fact that the technician is still sitting there, and my tummy is covered in slime, and I'm supposed to be lying still, he scoops me into his arms and gives me a crushing hug. “I love you more every day. Thank you. For taking the chance on me. I promise, you'll never regret it.”

Bawling my eyes out, I whisper, “I know.”


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Copyright Alexa Kaye 2016



I play fast and dirty, both on the field and in the bedroom. It's all a game. And this is one game I


Alexis Bennett is stubborn, smart...and has a body that makes grown men weep.  I haven't stopped thinking about her since
night. Five years ago. Now that fate has brought her back into my life, I know I’m the man for her--the
man. She just doesn’t know it yet. I might be a player, but I'm not playing with Alex.




This filthy, short, over-the-top story of a secret baby and second-chance-love contains page after page of Kindle-melting dirty stuff. If you want a long, heart-warming read with no hint of naughty, you need to find yourself another author. Alexa Kaye doesn't do sweet and wholesome.


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Chapter 1





“That was one hell of a game!” coach says, clapping me on the back. He jerks his head at the pack of ice on my shoulder. “How’s the arm?”

“Good,” I lie, adjusting the ice. This is my first game of the season and I'm flying high on fucking adrenaline. Fuck the pain. I love playing football. I've loved it since the first time I stepped onto a football field. I just knew it was where I belong.

“Good. That arm's gold, boy. Pure gold. It's taking you somewhere. Sooner than you think.”

I like the sound of that.

A lot.

The last ten years of my life have been leading up to this.

Practices. Workouts. Injuries.

Conditioning every morning.

Practices every evening.

Training all summer, every summer.

For ten years.

It’s all been worth it. I’m finally playing pro ball. My dream has come true.

Quarterback, Central High School

Quarterback, Michigan State

First round draft pick.

Quarterback, Detroit Lions.

I’m playing ball in my home state. And living the dream.

Coach gives me another smack on the shoulder then heads out of the locker room. I toss the ice pack and just breathe.

It’s quiet now. The interviews are over. Most of the players have gone home with friends, girlfriends, family.

I don’t have any of those. At least, no girlfriend or wife. No kids. Never had time for relationships. Never had need of relationships, at least anything beyond a casual fuck. Not since high school.

Not since

Shaking away a stray memory, I sling my bag over my shoulder.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Alexis, aka Alex, Bennett. I don’t know why I’m thinking about her tonight.

Maybe it's because I used to tell her I’d be an NFL player someday. We’d sit in her mother's rusty Caravan and share our dreams.

My dream has come true.

I wonder about hers...

Damn, I’m sentimental tonight.

Just for shits, I head out to the field. Lights are off now. Everyone’s gone. When I'm playing, I don’t notice how huge the stadium is. But now, alone, I feel so small.

What a fucking day.

Time to go home.

I head back to the parking garage. The team stays in a hotel every night before a game. We take a bus from our hotel to the stadium hours before so we have time to warm up. Even when it's a home game. I leave my H2 parked in the stadium's garage to drive home afterward.

I hit the button on the key pad and my Hummer greets me with a chirp.

I jump in, toss my bag onto the passenger seat, start it up and back out of my parking space. Down I drive, toward the exit. But as I round the final corner before the gate I see a car on jacks.

And the fine ass of a woman, bent over.

My head tells me to stop and help.

My sore, beat-to-hell body tells me to keep driving.

My dick tells me to do anything I can to get acquainted with that ass.

What the hell

I hit the brakes and jump out.

“Dammit, you cock-sucker!” The curse, muttered by the owner of that fine backside, echoes through the empty space.

“Can I help?” I ask as I approach, swallowing a chuckle.

The cursing wanna-be-flat-tire-fixer jerks upright and spins around, lug wrench raised.

My gaze locks on the heavy iron tool in her little fist. “Easy,” I say, hands palm out. “I’m here to help.”  Once I'm sure I won't be clubbed to death, my gaze slowly meanders up her arm, across a nice set of tits and then up to her face.

Holy shit, I know that face.

“Oh shit!” she blurts. “Caden?”


What are the odds that I’d meet Alex here tonight? A trillion to one?

Especially after thinking about her just moments ago?

A million memories blast through my mind at the sight of her. She hasn’t changed much since high school. Her hair is a little shorter. And her body a little curvier. Tits fuller. But otherwise she’s the same.

Stunning. Gorgeous. Fuckable.

My dick decides it’s happy to see her.
happy to see her.


Hoping the dim light is hiding the raging pants tent, I drop my hands. “Need some help?” I ask the one and only girl I have ever loved.

“My tire’s flat.” She visibly sighs. “I can’t get the lug nuts off.”

“Let me see what I can do.” I extend a hand, palm up, and she places the wrench in it and steps aside to give me room to work. One tap and the first one is loosened.

She grumbles something under her breath.

I chuckle. Some things clearly haven't changed. “I’m sure you loosened it for me,” I tease.

“Yes, that’s it. Absolutely.” Alex juts out a hip and watches me, arms crossed over her ample chest. “Sometimes I hate being a girl.”

I don’t respond. What does a guy say to a comment like that? Other than the obvious. My dick is happy she’s a girl.

At least with me bent over like this, she can’t see how glad it is.

“You did it,” she says. “Your dream. You got it.”

I nod as I remove the second lug nut. “Yeah.”


I look up at her. Damn, she’s beautiful. I’d forgotten how gorgeous she was. Thick, wavy hair that gleams like satin. Delicate features placed perfectly on a sweet heart-shaped face. Full, kissable lips that inspire a million dirty thoughts. “Thanks,” I say as I shake away the urge to grab her and see if she still tastes like ripe peaches. “Did you have tickets for the game?”

“My company has a suite.”


“Not that I got to watch much,” she admits. “I was too busy beating off the wolves.”

Out of nowhere rage blazes through me at the thought of a bunch of assholes pawing at her like she's a stripper.

I crank my wrist, knocking the third nut loose, and grit my teeth. “You shouldn’t have to put up with that kind of bullshit.”

“It’s part of the job. I can handle it.”

“You shouldn’t have to.” I lift my gaze to her again. It’s no wonder those assholes were slobbering all over her. She’s beautiful, with a body made for sin. “You should find another job.”

“Easier said than done,” she says with a shrug.

Fuck, I want to take her home with me. Right now. Tell her to quit that fucking job. I can’t stand the thought of another man touching her. Anywhere.

I bite my tongue and wrench off the next nut.

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining,” she says after a moment of tense silence. “I get paid great money.”

I nod. She doesn’t want me to say what I really think. I know her well enough to know that.

Always independent.

Always stubborn.

Alexis Bennett was the girl who did exactly the opposite of what she was told to do. Just to prove she could.

Somehow I manage to keep my mouth shut as I remove the last nut, yank off the flat tire, and replace it with the spare.

Once the nuts are all tightened back up, she smiles at me. “Thank you for helping me.” I stand and, much to my surprise, she presses her body against mine and wraps her arms around my neck. “It’s good to see you again,” she says, smiling up at me after she’s given me a hug that borders on a seduction.

Something snaps inside me.


My fingers, formerly resting on her hips, dig into the softness. I tug her flush to me, dip my head, and slam my mouth over hers.

Ah, she does taste like ripe peaches.

I devour the sweetness, tongue pushing into her depth. She whimpers and wriggles, and for a moment I think she might push me away. But then she softens against me, her lush body molded to mine.

She’s surrendered.


I slide my hands up her sides until they reach breast level. She quivers and arches her back slightly, allowing me to slip them between our bodies and cup the soft fullness. Her nipples, hard little peaks, poke against my palms, making me growl as my lust blossoms.


I steady her as I walk her until she’s backed against the cool concrete wall. There the shadows are deep. We’re hidden. Protected.

I find the bottom of her shirt and yank it up, exposing what I’d been holding.

Holy shit, what a sight.

White lace encases (barely) the most perfect breasts on the planet. I scoop one out and thumb her nipple and it hardens instantly.

I can’t help it. I have to taste it. Just one little nibble.

I anchor her shoulder with one hand, pressing it back against the wall so she won't move. Then I work my way down her body, kissing, nipping and licking a delicious path. Down the slender, regal column of her neck, along her collarbone, down the center of her chest and then, finally, to her pink little nipple.

One taste and I know I’m done.

I have to have her.

Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.

She tangles her fingers in my hair and whimpers and shudders and quivers, and once again I’m reminded of the first time we were together, so long ago. When I’d taken her innocence.

I was the first to taste her lips.

I was the first to feel her smooth, satiny skin.

To hear her little whimpers.

To smell the intoxicating perfume of her arousal.

I was the first to drill deep inside that sweet channel.

I’m going to be the last.

No matter what it takes.

I have a reputation for playing fast and dirty, both on the field and in the bedroom. It's all a game. And I never lose.

But not with Alex. When it comes to
Alex, I'm not playing.


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