Page 27 of Icebound

“Yeah, that would be Isaac. The ex you met. We should probably leave them to it,” I mutter, crushing a sunflower petal between my fingertips as each wall thud reverberates through me like a bullet. “The woman he’s currently filming a Pornhub documentary with would be my older sister.”

“What the hell?” Rhode blurts. “Now I get why you wanted a fake boyfriend. You need a fake husband? I’ll sign a fake marriage contract.”

“Fuck yes!” Isaac shouts. “Just like that. Ride my cock. I’m so close.”

“Someone’s feeling lazy,” Rhode mumbles.

Angry tears well in my eyes, but I quickly blink them away. Isaac never sounded like that when we had sex. He held me like I was made of stained glass, colorful but breakable.

He’d whisper sweet everythings as he settled between my legs in the shimmering twilight, but when the morning rays broke the horizon, I realized those everythings were made of nothing.

I swallow around the massive lump in my throat. “Come on. Let’s go to the living room.”

Rhode’s hand flies up, stopping me. I drop my gaze to our connection as his calloused fingers graze the delicate skin of my wrist. A simmering heat radiates through my body, settling somewhere between my core and my heart.

“Hey, don’t listen to them. Look at me,” he commands.

A shiver flurries down my spine. I have a feeling that deep voice could get someone to do almost anything.

He drags my attention back, and I expect to find pity glimmering in his sapphire depths, but if it’s there, it’s buried deep in his eyes. All I find is a devious curve to his lips that pulls me up to the surface of something new.

“I’m probably going to regret this, but as your fake boyfriend, I feel like it’s my duty to offer. You want to make him jealous? I’ll help you out if you help me by coming to the event.”

I throw the petal-less sunflower in the trash. “How? They can’t even see us.”

“No, but if we can hear them, they can sure as hell hear us, and I can be pretty damn loud when I want to be.”

His mouth twists into a smirk that looks handcrafted for his lips. “So, name any position that you want, because I bet I can fake fuck you better than he ever did for real.”

7

RHODE

I’ve said a lot of dumb shit over the years, but those have to be the most ridiculous words to have come out of my mouth.

Nina swallows hard, and I can’t stop staring at the way her four-leaf clover tattoo shifts with the movement. I’ve never seen a doctor with so many tattoos.

What other ink does she have hiding under that jean jacket? I can’t take my eyes off her, and this woman’s clearly not impressed with me, so I need to keep it together.

“What do you mean you’re going to fake fuck me?” She speaks steadily over the obnoxious sex noises, and I’ve got to give it up to her for keeping her composure. “How does that even work?”

“We can mess with them. They want to be loud? We’ll be louder.”

My offer is stupid as hell, but I’m a pro at turning risky decisions into solid choices, especially on the ice.

If this gets Nina to agree to the event, I’ll do anything, and it gives me an excuse to see her again without having to beg for a date, but I would—I love getting on my knees for women.

The headboard banging shakes the dangling plants on the wall. I want to pound on the door and knock some emotional intelligence into them when her neck turns the color of a sunburnt tomato.

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.

She looks like Patty when he got sun-poisoning in Costa Rica, but a much cuter version.

What kind of man sleeps with their ex’s sister? Pick another family.

“Keep going, just like that,” the cheating bastard shouts. “Damn, baby, you feel so good.”

I make a mental note never to call her baby, and glance at the knives. She's got serrated blades. Nice. Those could slice through dick skin like butter.