Sincerely The Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

Don’t ask me her name because I have no fucking idea. She’s a hook up, a puck bunny. They’re everywhere and trust me when I say they literally drop their panties at the sight of a hockey player, especially me. I’m just your average guy who got lucky with a stick and worked damn hard from a young age. I’ll come back to all of that later.

“Positive.” I grin. “Alright. Don’t start crying when I embarrass you.” A chorus of oohhhhs comes from the kids around us, and Kade groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Rook, if you don’t shut the fuck up...” I lunge. Stick slapping against the pavement, I steal the puck before he even finishes his sentence, shoving past him as one of the kids on my team cheers in the background. “HEY!” Kade shouts, whipping around after me.

It was impossible. They were hanging over the plexiglass, shaking the boards, and holding up massive, neon poster boards that made my stomach twist into sickening knots. MERCER’S MATTRESS.* *DISTRACTION ON ICE.* And then, the ones that made my throat close up and my eyes burn, the ones scrawled with ugly, jagged letters that spelled out slurs I hadn’t heard since I was a kid in middle school. Every time I touched the puck, a chorus of boos rained down on me, so loud it vibrated right through my helmet and rattled my teeth.

"Is Ken actually coming?" I felt the question hit somewhere it had no business hitting. She did not say it at anyone specifically as it just floated out there the way Tacha's questions always did, carelessly and without thinking about where they landed. But I could tell the moment it left her mouth, I knew it was really a question aimed at me. I opened my mouth to respond and then Aria cut in first. "I heard from Ethan — from their hockey team, that they got jumped by the other team after the last game." She lowered her voice like she was sharing something important. "Apparently the other team brought backup. Like a lot of people and I think some of them ended up in the hospital."

Ant heads off to chat with some football players, while Tim tries to charm a blonde girl who looks like she'd rather be anywhere else. The blonde turns her head and I'm met with a light blue pair of eyes that are hungrily locked onto me. Never mind, looks like she'd rather be near me. But I can see she's a puck bunny through and through. Puck bunnies are what we call girls that say they are fans of the sport, but they are more interested in us players and what we have inside our pants. "Kohl!" Rocky hollers above the music, waving me over with a solo cup in hand.

Long enough that his eyes dropped to my mouth for a fraction of a second before coming back up to hold mine. I skated to the bench for a line change and kept my face completely neutral and tried to remember what composure felt like from the inside. It felt like something I was performing rather than something I actually possessed. Later that night, I checked my phone on the way out of the arena. The clip was already everywhere. People had slowed it down the same way they had slowed down the fight footage. The same conversation, louder now, sharper. One account with a significant following had posted a side-by-side of every collision we had been involved in over three seasons and the caption

"Seriously. Who the hell has the almighty Hunter Callum looking this relaxed on a Monday morning?" "Our captain's glowing." Another teammate whistled. "So in loveeee..." Nick sang dramatically. Hunter laughed despite himself. "Fuck you, Nick." "There it is!" Dean slapped the counter. "He smiled." "The man smiled!" "We're witnessing history," Carter declared solemnly. Hunter cracked another egg into the pan. "You people need hobbies." "We have hobbies." Dean nodded. "Hockey." "And making your life miserable," Dean added proudly. Hunter shook his head. "I've noticed."

His thick fingers slide through my wet folds and find my soaked pussy. “Fuck, baby… your pussy is dripping for me,” he groans. “So wet and ready for your Alpha’s cock.” He rubs tight circles on my swollen clit until my legs shake. Whimpers spill from my mouth nonstop. Hunter steps back just enough to shove his hockey pants and boxers down. His thick cock springs free — hard, veiny, and leaking at the tip. My eyes widen. He looks so big. He kisses me softly when he sees my nervous face. “We’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts.”

“There are six buttons. One of them is a snowflake.” “It’s iced coffee.” He stares at me like I’ve just told him gravity is optional. Missy barrels into the kitchen then, her hair wet and sticking up like a dandelion puff, holding a toothpaste-covered stuffed bunny. “Bunny says she’s ready for school!” she announces. I hold up a single finger. “Bunny is not allowed on the school bus anymore after what happened last time.” “She said she was sorry!” “Tell Bunny I’ll write her a character reference once she gets the toothpaste out of her ears.”

“You’re just… overthinking, Snowflake. Damon’s fine, I promise.” “Snowflake?” I raised an eyebrow. That's new. He chuckled nervously. “Uh—just a nickname. You know, because you’re always cold and mean to me.” Kian gave him a look that said shut up now, but Jace just shrugged and took a sip of his juice like it was no big deal. I sighed, rubbing my temple. “You two are acting weird. All of you. First Damon disappears, and now you two are hanging around me like watchdogs. What’s really going on?”