Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

We approach the desk, and then it’s like a whirlwind as we sign some shit and I hand over my credit card.

So we're all agreed that this is going to accidentally be an *actual*, legal marriage, right?

I’ve never been more grateful for Tripp. There’s no one I’d rather be doing this with.

Bless his heart. Bro's last two brain cells are playing hide and seek.

I am officially breaking up with you. I think we’re better off as friends. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m running away to join the circus—” “Aww, I’m so upset,” I deadpan. “To think, who will have all the imaginary sex with me now?” Both Anton and Ezra say at the same time, “Not it.”

*snort*

I know Tripp has a high sex drive, so if he can cover for this whole mess for me, I can do that for him. It’s not like it would be hard. The memory of our wedding kiss still makes my lips tingle.

This adorable dumb puppy. I love him.

I know I’m straight, but Tripp doesn’t count.

SIR. He *absolutely* counts.

“You deserve to bring a man to his knees,”

Tfw you hve to explain to your partner why you're kicking your feet and squealing at your Kindle...