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Iris words and music by John Rzeznik 1998 EMI Virgin Songs, Inc. and Scrap Metal Music All rights controlled and administered by EMI Virgin Songs, Inc. All rights reserved international copyright secured used by permission. Reprinted with permission by Hal Leonard Corporation. I Love You words and music by Avril Lavigne, Max Marin, and Johan Schuster 2011 Almo Music Corp., Avril Lavigne Publishing LLC and Maratone AB All rights for Avril Lavigne Publishing LLC controlled and administered by Almo Music Corp. All rights for Maratone AB administered by Kobalt Music Publishing America, Inc. All rights reserved used by permission. Reprinted with permission of Hal Leonard Corporation. For information about special discounts for bulk purchases, please contact Simon & Schuster Special Sales at 1-866-506-1949 or The Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau can bring authors to your live event. For more information or to book an event contact the Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau at 1-866-248-3049 or visit our website at Designed by Davina Mock-Maniscalco Manufactured in the United States of America 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available ISBN 978-1-4767-6198-5


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hen Ill bet Im better at this, I say as I slide my ngers into his hair, then rain all the kisses I can on his face. The 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 st and tilts my head to take over my mouth. So fucking good I need to be inside you now, Brooke. Right now. 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 pleasure. God, yes, he says, his ngers curling on my hips as he guides me lowerinch by inch. Im impaled with him. Hot. Thick. 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 in that 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 muscles, all working for release, his and mine. Im breathless and my body temperature keeps hitching as I eagerly anticipate that moment 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 ngers 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 ashing proprietarily, he takes my lips with his, and our mouths slant and take,



slant and taste. Then 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 desperation. Pleasure shoots across my body as he starts plowing me, his face a mask of erce need. Feed me one of your nipples, he says in a thick, textured whisper. 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, animal tug of his mouth on my breasts. More, Brooke, he demands, and I give him my other, neglected 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. The 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 lls 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 pulls out. And Im there, shivering, suspended in the pinnacle of pleasure. 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 control, shuddering as I ght for it. His lips once again tug on my nipples then trail along my abdomen. Up my neck. He smells me. Tastes 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. Tell me you love me, I beg. He slides one hand down my abdomen, circling my belly button, then caressing my sex lips, until nally sticking his middle nger 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, lling me completely 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



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

My eyes flutter open the next morning. The rst thought that pops into my head is that I dreamed it all. That I dreamed the music we played to each other in the dark. That I dreamed the hour-long kisses we gave each other, feeling that sexy-devils mouth fuse with mine and take my breath, my thoughts, and me until all my world becomes that hungry. Wet. Sexy-devils mouth. I dreamed we made love three times. The rst time, it was tender and then a little desperate. The second, exploratory. Savoring each other again. Testing the territory, maybe? Is his nipple still the same shade of lovely brown, with the hard little point I like to rub my ngers 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 rubbing, suctioning, tasting. Even the sounds we made; we seemed to memorize it all. We laughed a little and played a little, nipping as 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 o, and then we stopped laughing and it


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became serious. It became desperate. The 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 as we 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, condent, 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. To 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 always so clean and nice and new. The 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 my chest 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 dened. 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?



The 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 know him? 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 with myself anymore.... Closing my eyes, I hear the words and wrap them in my heart. Then 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 ngers. I slide my ngertip 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 briey 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 ngers 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 him when his eyes open.


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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 one nger 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 have to 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 over him. 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 ies 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 so stuck, 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. To where you are. To kick Scorpion ass. To run. To bed. To heaven. To watch you ght. 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.



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 whispers 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. The 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 the shit cause I came back to grovel, I tease, poking a dimple as he carries me. He says nothing but keeps ashing 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 conrmed when he spreads whipped cream on one breast. I gasp, then he laps it o 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 stu and... hes feeding me, and Im feeding him... and were feeding on each other.... Seriously, hes so fucking sexy I cant stand it.




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 nding shes not next to me. I start getting jealous and fear Im going to lose my shit, but when she touches me, I nd anchor. I ght 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 puts love 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. Sometimes I feel a thousand things at once and cant nd a single word to tell her what I want to say. Thats 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 before he 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. Tonight, 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 gold and 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. Testosterone. 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, This ones for you. Its all. For you.



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. The 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 Tateam the male she wants. The one and only, Remington RIIIIIIIIIPTIDE Tate! I hear my name once more, and Im high with the crowd, high with her smile. High on her.


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