Sincerely The Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

Sean, on the other hand, he’s full-on laughing his ass off. “God, Bunny, I love you!” He exclaims as he pulls Oliver down next to us, and kisses his cheek. He calls him Bunny because his two front teeth are slightly longer than the rest, and he does look like a small, sweet bunny. “Could you stop laughing?” I plead desperately, and Sean purses his lips, muffling his laughter. “Come on, Dad. You have to think like this: It’s just Bambi, th--” “JUST BAMBI? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, KID? JUST Bambi...” I trail off and facepalm myself as I realize that now I’m the one who’s yelling.

We burst into cheers, and Steele winks at our section as he coasts past. He knows how to play the crowd. And off they go again. Back and forth. Back and forth. Willow returns with two beers, and I gulp one down. It doesn’t quite quench my thirst or hose down my nerves, but it helps. A little. She pulls her flask and takes a swig from the metal mouth, then chases it with the beer. I stare at her, but she just shrugs. “Liquid courage.” “To do what?” She winks. “Approach Knox, of course. Why do you think all the puck bunnies go to the bar and drape themselves across the players? Because they have all that excess energy…”

“Shopia, what are you doing?” The little girl raised her face and smiled sweetly while raising her rabbit doll. “I'm playing with Bunny, Grandpa. Bunny is having a picnic in the garden.” Adam smiled slightly. "A picnic, huh? Does Bunny like tea or milk?” Shopia seemed to think for a moment, then answered firmly, "Milk! Bunny likes chocolate milk.” Adam nodded while adjusting his position on the wooden bench. The afternoon breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of moist soil and fragrant roses growing around the garden. He saw the green grass stretching out wide, with a few small birds hopping between the bushes. The atmosphere felt so peaceful.

“You’d pay for this, Suka.” I laugh hard, can’t help it. It makes my chest swell. Only me breaks him like this. Only Bunny. His phone buzzes. He ignores it. It buzzes again, but the fucker is hell bent on getting his dick up to ruin me? Get his ego back? Funny. “Come on, Panther!” Tristan jerks his shaft, slow, tired. “Fucking rise, you fucker!” Again. It doesn't. I chuckle. "Check it.”

“What am I doing with my life,” he whispered, his voice low and heavy. The words echoed through the dark, narrow alley, bouncing off empty walls and disappearing into the void. Only two others were present to hear him—his silent coworker and a terrified young woman clutching her purse, her wide, tear-filled eyes pleading for mercy. “I’ll give you anything—money, favors—whatever you want,” she stammered, her voice trembling and breaking with every word. “You hear that, Hound? Anything we want,” Puck said with a cruel laugh, his boots scraping against the gritty pavement as he moved closer. “What I want, sweetheart, isn’t in your purse. Can you give me that?”

“I’m in. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Marcus started strong. “Never have I ever scored on my own goalie during practice.” A couple of rookies drank and laughter followed. Big Mike went next looking directly at Marcus as she spoke. “Never have I ever hooked up with a puck bunny in the arena parking lot.” Half the table drank, including Marcus, who took his shot with pride. It was Raphael's turn next. He leaned back, thinking for a second before smirking. “Never have I ever turned down a threesome.”

“Look, a girl just called out so…let’s see how you look in the clothes and we’ll go from there. Did you…bring anything?” “I’ll just get something from the Matron on credit,” I say with a happy sigh, giving him a wink. “What’s your name, doll?” he murmurs, clicking his pen and raising it to the paper. “B-“ “Bunny,” Frankie snaps out. I look to him in surprise but he gives me a serious nod. I realize quite suddenly that he’s right – that Bambi isn’t precisely a rare name in a strip club, but if someone’s looking for me…

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

I hate the way that caused my heart to pang. I thought I was the only one he smiled at like that. I thought I was the only one he looked at affectionately. It is unsettling and hard to watch. It made me hate coming here, and I suddenly wanted to go home. “I got a white bunny, and I named her Snowball! She's so soft and fluffy!” The annoying person said, holding his hands over his chest as he thought of his bunny. His smile suddenly disappears, and he frowns at Walker.

He had been kicked out of his last school for fighting, and now he played for our biggest rival. Derek hated Ryan. Ryan hated Derek. They had been enemies since junior league. "No, no, no," I breathed, watching Derek move toward Ryan like a shark smelling blood. In one swift, brutal move, Derek stole the puck right from Ryan's stick. The crowd gasped. My heart stopped beating. "DEREK STONE HAS THE PUCK!" the announcer roared. "HE'S FLYING DOWN THE ICE LIKE A MAN POSSESSED!" Time slowed down. I watched Derek dance around our defenders like they were standing still. He was fast, graceful, and completely unstoppable.