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hen Ill bet Im better at this, I say as I slide my fingers into his

hair, then rain all the kisses I can on his face. Te groan of male

arousal I hear causes a shudder of excitement to run through me

and I add my tongue, rasping it over the stubble of his jaw, loving

the part-laugh, part-moan that follows.

You are good, he teases huskily, his eyes sparkling as he

takes my hair in one fist and tilts my head to take over my mouth.

So fucking good I need to be inside you now, Brooke. Rightnow.

Hes never sounded so determined, and suddenly Ive never

felt so needy, so I grab the base of his cock and ease down on its

length.

He clamps his jaw with an expression of excruciating plea-

sure. God, yes, he says, his fingers curling on my hips as he

guides me lowerinch by inch. Im impaled with him.

Hot. Tick. Hard. Hes in me, and oh, god, he feels so good,

and its been so long, I bite my lip as I savor Remy in me. He cups

my face, stroking his thumbs over my cheekbones as he watches


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me take him, slowly to adjust, to feel every, single, delicious inch

of him entering me.

Does that feel as good to you as it does to me? he asks inthat sex-thickened voice that drives me crazy.

More . . . more than amazing . . . I gasp. Nothing can ever

be this good . . . as you . . .

I feel full, stretched almost beyond bearing, and still . . . I

need more.Hes so big. Bigger than life. Bigger than anyone. And

hes all I want and all I need and I need all of it.I rock to take more, forcing my sex walls to stretch, to be able

to keep him, accept him, clutch and hug him. Weve completely

stopped laughing by now, and when he sinks fully inside me, I

gasp, and his head falls forward on mine and he groans a long,

low sound.

Oh, Remy. I lift myself back up, and then he grabs my waist

and pulls me down, and we start moving slowly, my body lifting,

his arms quickly lowering me . . .

Our bodies rule now, our heartbeats, our breaths, our mus-

cles, all working for release, his and mine. Im breathless and my

body temperature keeps hitching as I eagerly anticipate that mo-

ment when I will feel him explode in me and leave me all sticky

and delicious the way I like.Brooke . . . Remington starts licking me everywhere he can.

My nipples, my shoulder, my collarbone, up my neck, his fingers

digging into my skin as I rise faster and he lowers me even faster

and harder. He lifts his head and keeps his eyes on mine as he

watches me bounce on him.

God, youre so fucking beautiful. . . .

My sex swells even more when he watches the way my breasts

move, the way my sex opens to take him. His eyes flashing propri-

etarily, he takes my lips with his, and our mouths slant and take,


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slant and taste. Ten we lose it all. We cant savor anymore, we

need more.He slams me down and rocks his hips powerfully up at

the same time, his muscles clenching, his thighs underneath me,his abs against mine, his biceps around me.

Hes so incredibly strong, but hes fucking me like hes never

fucked anything in his lifewith control, yet also with utter des-

peration. Pleasure shoots across my body as he starts plowing me,

his face a mask of fierce need.

Feed me one of your nipples, he says in a thick, texturedwhisper.

I lean over and cup my breast, placing my nipple in his open

mouth and he closes greedily around the tip as he keeps lifting

and lowering me. As he starts suckling, I feel the hot suctions of

his mouth ripple in delicious waves through me.

Oh god, Remy, I say, curling my arms around the back of

his head and locking his head to me. Harder. Harder, please.

Im dying, pressing my breast deeper into his marvelous

mouth.

He growls and bites me, releasing me and biting me, sucking

and biting me, and exquisite pleasure bolts through me until Im

in agony with every drag of his length inside me, every raw, ani-

mal tug of his mouth on my breasts.More, Brooke, he demands, and I give him my other, ne-

glected breast, the nipple already poking into the air in a needy

plea. His tongue strokes it and the taut tension in my body keeps

on building. He keeps biting and sucking me, fucking and lifting

me, and I hear usin the roomthe way we make love. Te

way we mate. Were raw and were noisy. I want to sink down and

keep him forever in me, but I also crave the way he fills me and

then slips out, making me weep and throb for him to reenter and

stretch me around his base.


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Remington! I cry as the intense pleasure builds, and builds,

and builds.

He rolls me over to my back before I can reach it, and pullsout. And Im there, shivering, suspended in the pinnacle of plea-

sure. Gasping for air, I look at him, panting, burning, his chest

heaving as he holds himself up on his arms over me.

He likes prolonging this. I close my eyes and try to get con-

trol, shuddering as I fight for it. His lips once again tug on my

nipples then trail along my abdomen. Up my neck. He smellsme. astes me. Relishes me. Experiences me. I grab his hair and

lick his jaw, into his mouth, caressing all his skin and undulating

beneath his hot, hard body. Savoring him back. Hes my obsession

and my addiction, the only place I feel both safe and exhilarated.

ell me you love me, I beg.

He slides one hand down my abdomen, circling my belly but-

ton, then caressing my sex lips, until finally sticking his middle

finger inside me. Remy, I moan, rocking my hips and thrashing.

I like it so much, say it.

He takes my mouth, then he grabs my hips, filling me com-

pletely and whispering, I love you . . . Hes watching me with

those blue eyes, building up an orgasm as he cups my breasts in

his hands, then he bends to lick and lave each of the tips.I thrash beneath him.

He takes my mouth with his, his kiss ravenous. I love you,

he rasps again, moving in me so deep I can feel him in my heart.

His face moves to my ear. I want to move in here and fucking

live in you. He kisses my forehead, my nose, and my lips. Say

my name when you come.

I come with his nameRemingtand he takes it with his

mouth, climaxing, hot and powerful, inside me. My arms go

lax around him when the waves settle down, and then we lie

there, smiling at each other like dopes, before he grabs me and


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adjusts me and my blue-eyed lion takes over and does all his

sexy stuff.

t open the next morning.

Te first thought that pops into my head is that I dreamed it

all. Tat I dreamed the music we played to each other in the dark.

Tat I dreamed the hour-long kisses we gave each other, feelingthat sexy-devils mouth fuse with mine and take my breath, my

thoughts, and meuntil all my world becomes that hungry. Wet.

Sexy-devils mouth.

I dreamed we made love three times.

Te first time, it was tender and then a little desperate. Te

second, exploratory. Savoring each other again. esting the ter-

ritory, maybe? Is his nipple still the same shade of lovely brown,

with the hard little point I like to rub my fingers over? Does he

still like it when I graze my teeth over his lower lip and gently

bite him? And him? He left no part uncovered the second time.

His hands running down my curves, his exploring mouth rub-

bing, suctioning, tasting. Even the sounds we made; we seemed

to memorize it all. We laughed a little and played a little, nippingas we kissed, amused as we teased each other.

Sing to me again, he teased in my ear, as he moved in me.

You just insulted my vocal chords, I will never be able to sing

to you again, I said breathlessly, and my words turned to a moan

when he held one arm around me and splayed me beneath him.

He pinned up my arms. Come one, he insisted, and then

came those dimples. Can anyone deny those dimples?

Youre . . . so . . . beautiful . . . I gasped. But thats not why

I love you . . .

His groan cut me off, and then we stopped laughing and it


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became serious. It became desperate. Te thought that I could

still be alone, in my apartment, and he could be apart from me,

sinks into us both as we start fucking for real. We didnt laugh aswe kissed anymore. He claimed my lips, his mouth demanding

and commanding, his thrusts harder, leaving no doubt about him

taking me.

And the third time, I cried. It was raw. He bit me, licked me,

told me youre mine and I bit back, felt him, hot and hard and

pulsing inside me, and I cried and cried until he made me come.I didnt cry because it was amazingwhen his body is in mine

and Im taken by his, it is amazing. But no. I cried because I still

cant believe that I, who thought of myself as strong, confident,

levelheaded, could have even thought for a moment it was a good

idea to give up on him. He held me as I cried softly. And kissed

my tears. And told me to forget about that. o love him like he

loves me, and thats that.

Can it be so simple?

Now, I wake up in this hotel room. Our hotel rooms are al-

ways so clean and nice and new. Te lines of the furniture are

modern, the bed sheets softer than the ones I have in my home.

But the best part of the room is always Remy.

My eyes blur and my heart does crazy jumping motions in mychest when I shift my gaze and see him there, sprawled, facedown

on the bed, with one arm slung out as if reaching out for me.

We didnt close the drapes, so every inch of sunlight steals

into the room and bathes his golden skin.

Even at rest, his muscles are hard, perfectly defined. I run my

eyes up his tight, muscled legs, to the curve of his buttocks, the

dip of his spine, up the broad, deep, muscled back, to his arms.

And that arm, with the Celtic tattoo on his bicep, stretched out

for me. How many nights has he slept with that arm reaching out

to nothing on the other side of the bed? Just like I have?


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Te thought swamps me with regret. So much regret. How

could I have . . . misunderstand him like I did? When all he

wanted was for me to knowhim?I wanted to be the only one who did, and in the end, he must

have been so disappointed to think I wound up knowing nothing

about him. Not even about the way he felt about me.

For a moment, my lungs cant even expand; it hurts to think

about it.

Im so fucking in love with you I dont even know what to do withmyself anymore. . . .

Closing my eyes, I hear the words and wrap them in my heart.

Ten I look at him on the bed.

His breathing is slow and deep, and he seems to be resting.

I wonder if hes even rested all this time without me. I feel like I

havent slept in years. Was he black the whole time? How did he

pull through and cope?

Oh god, Im so fucking in love too, I dont know what to do

with myself either. Ive never loved like this before.

Feeling my chest swell, I reach out my arm and touch the

back of one of his fingers. I slide my fingertip over the rise of his,

then up one scarred knuckle, and up his wrist, slowly delineating

his forearm.Hmmm. He turns his head so that he faces me, and my

heart gives a little skip.

His eyes are still shut, his lips curled only briefly so that I

dont get to see but the slightest hint of one dimple. His hair is a

messand I love that mess. I smile to myself at the hmmm. . .

and lean over to his ear as I slide my fingers up his whole arm and

to his shoulder.

You want to eat me? I whisper.

He says, Hmmmm, and rolls to his back, hauling me with

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Shudders of emotion run through me when those blue eyes

hold my gaze, and I hold that blue-eyed gaze back, breathless

when he lifts his arm and reaches out to trace the back of onefinger down my jaw. Here you are, he says.

He surveys me. Does he think he dreamed me too?

Because Im so overcome I feel like I haveto be dreaming. I

hardly deserve him coming back to me, much less his love. Much

less being looked at . . . the way he looks at me now.

So I am, I whisper, shifting so Im splayed deliciously overhim. What time do we leave today?

Easing to a sit and propping himself up against two pillows,

he crosses his arms behind his head in a way that makes his biceps

bulge and form perfect rocks next to those Celtic tattoos. We

werent.

What?

We werent leaving until I knew for sure you were coming

with us.

One of my eyebrows flies up at this interesting confession. I

like it. I like it very very much. Well then. Now that Im here,

youre stuck with me. Youre sostuck, mister. Smack, I softly hear

as I kiss one dimple. You have to take me with you now. Smack,

I hear as I kiss the other, to be fair.Where is it you want me to take you?

Away from here. o where you are. o kick Scorpion ass.

o run. o bed. o heaven. o watch you fight. I look at him,

and hes looking all lazy, his arms behind his head, all lion-like,

king-of-the-jungle-like. Im Brooke, I tell him. You asked for

my name once. Im Brooke Dumas and instead of giving you my

number, Ill just give you my heart.

He cocks a brow and when he laughsa rich, beautiful

sound, and Ive missed him so muchI get a little sting in my

eyes.


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He reaches out and drags me to him. Brooke Dumas, he

murmurs, cupping my jaw, his eyes sparkling as looks deep into

my eyes. Im Remington.I smile tearfully with love, and he ducks his head and whis-

pers in my ear, Instead of bringing you back to my hotel . . . Im

going to hire you, seduce you, claim you, and then, Im never

going to let you go. He eases back to stare at me and spots my

tear, and wipes it away. What part of it dont you like? he asks

me softly.Id never noticed the way he looked at me with love, but

theres so much love in his eyes this morning, I feel inundated

with emotion and it clogs my throat as I try to talk.

Te part where I was stupid and ran away.

No more, my little sprinter. No more running for you. I

laugh when he scoops me up out of the bed.

Where are we going?

Everywhere you wanted to go, including the kitchen.

But Im naked . . .

So am I.

But Diane . . .

I bolted the door in the middle of the night.

Youre chatty now, arent you? I can tell you think youre theshit cause I came back to grovel, I tease, poking a dimple as he

carries me.

He says nothing but keeps flashing those dimples as he sets

me down in the kitchen and walks to the fridge. Naked. And Im

standing there, watching him pull out a gallon of milk, the fridge

lights silhouetting every muscle.

I groan and cover my face. Remington, youll be the death

of me.

And you of me. He pulls out fruit and whipped cream. Im

hungry.


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He props me up on the granite counter, next to the sink, and

lifts a strawberry to my lips. I bite the tip, then he shoves the rest

into his mouth and tosses the stem aside.Hmm, I say. I love strawberries.

Hmmm, he says, and by the twinkle in his eyes, I think he

means something else. Its confirmed when he spreads whipped

cream on one breast. I gasp, then he laps it off me, and my brain

has packed its bags and left me as he does the same to the other

breast.Youre not going to have breakfast on me, are you? I ask,

laughing, actually hoping that he will.

You are breakfast, the rest is a side dish.

Ohmigod.

Soon Im all full of yummy stuff and . . . hes feeding me, and

Im feeding him . . . and were feeding on each other. . . .

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Remington

still sometimes cant believe Brooke loves me.

I get crazy when she talks to Pete and Riley, and sometimes I

cant sleep for fear of waking up and finding shes not next to me.

I start getting jealous and fear Im going to lose my shit, but when

she touches me, I find anchor.

I fight for her tonight, and I want her eyes only on me. I want

her hands on me later. And the way she tells me she loves me. She

shows it too, but I have never in my life heard it before. She putslove songs to me, and I cling to the lyrics like she wrote them for

me. Sometimes I have trouble putting to words how I feel. Some-

times I feel a thousand things at once and cant find a single word

to tell her what I want to say. Tats why I look for songs, and as

soon as it hits a chord in me, I cant wait to play it to her. I played

Iris for her because I wanted her to know that Id do all kinds

of crazy shit just to be with her, and more than that, I wanted her

to know me.

She does.

She may know parts of me even I dont.


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Every time I wake up, I check her out. Did I hurt you? I ask.

Sometimes I remember when Im black, but other times I

dont. All my life falls apart when Im black.Im afraid to hurt her.

Im afraid shes gonna go again.

But then she tells me she promises to let me know the shit I

did or said, and that appeases me. Honestly, I dont think I have

it in me to hurt her. Its grounded in me to protect her, even from

myself. I think even black Remington would kill himself beforehe hurts her.

But I still dream I wake up and hear that I did something

stupid and shes gone.

She tells me every night Im her real.

Shes my real. Shes my only.

But I want it on paper.

I want to win this year, and when I do, Im going to ask her

for it.

Because shes mine.

onight, I hear the crowd as I come up to the ring, and I

suck their energy into me, let it feed me, but Im already turning

to stop at the point where shes sitting. Every detail of what she

is wearing tonight is in my head. I see a face that has eyes so goldand I feel richer than a country. Her cheeks rosy. Her smile wide.

And the sight of her hits me like adrenaline.

A rise in dopamine.

estosterone.

Endorphins.

Im jacked with it. She jacks me with it, and I smile and

point at her, as I plan to do from now on so she knows, Tis

ones for you.

Its all.

For you.


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Brooke Dumas.

She blows me a kiss and I catch it in my palm.

Crowd loves it like I love her.And then I put it in my mouth, and they roar.

And I point at her, laughing, seeing the lights in her eyes, and

I cant wait to be inside her, hear her sigh for me, come for me.

Im high already. Te surge of adrenaline pumps through me.

Im going to beat anything they put in my way just to show this

female that Ime, Remington Fucking ateam the male shewants.

Te one and only, Remington RIIIIIIIIIPIDE ate!

I hear my name once more, and Im high with the crowd,

high with her smile.

High on her.


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