Icebound (Boundless Players, #1)

by Meredith Trapp

I’ve been drinking nonalcoholic beer all night, so there’s no way that’s true. This stranger tastes like she took a bath in a gas-station Merlot. I gag.

What do we even have in common? He’s thirty-three. What if he still leaves voicemails?

Everyone knows it’s common courtesy to shove a tie in a person’s mouth if you know they’re a loud fuck and people are in the house.

I’m worse than an animal, apparently, marking her with my scent like I’ve got some claim on her when I don’t.

“You want me to wear your jersey?” “Yeah, I just fucked you against a door, so if you’re going to wear someone’s jersey, it’ll be mine.”

“You look like a fallen angel on a protein-only diet. Who else do you think it’s for? Stop asking stupid questions and put that dirty mouth to work.”