Page 17 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Fuck, she’s sexy. I want her to huddle closer even now. Temptation is a siren call, and I want to follow it despite Trick.

Maybe even because of it.

“Do you have any idea how bad this would be if word gets back to Brad?” Trick admonishes. “He’s already pissed at us all. He’s gonna run himself and the rest of the team ragged if he doesn’t quit taking out his frustration on us.”

Come to think of it, we could use having a woman around. None of us are any good at domesticity.

She flinches. “That may be more my fault than you know.”

“Explain.”

It was bad enough when Trick and I lived separately, but together and the schedules get crossed... and then Mason is basically a man-child.

“I told him he needed to earn me back but didn’t explain how. He probably thinks I mean his performance as captain. He knows I need... He knows I care a lot about his position.”

Ouch. Brad’s self-centered, but he’s still an alpha. He cares how everyone sees him, especially the woman on my right.

Trick scoffs, but her fists tighten again. Whatever is going on, I don’t think it’s what Trick’s assumed. Izzy’s a fan. It might not be gold-digging. Or at least, not only gold-digging.

“Well, I’m enjoying his tantrums,” Mason says with a laugh. “Keep stringing him along. It’s hilarious.”

“He has been hustling all week,” Trick admits. “He’s normally pretty sluggish in practices, but not this last week.”

She beams at that, and a vein of jealousy pulses in my brain. Mason’s jaw tightens too.

The dots connect in my mind then.

Izzy’s situation—Brad’s renewed vigor.

“Stay with us,” I rush out. “You’re losing your apartment. We need someone to help out around the house.”

“I’m not a maid,” she grumbles.

“We have an extra room.”

“No,” Trick cuts me off. “It’s not for her.”

“Oh, come on, T,” Mason adds. “What’s the matter? Too afraid of temptation?”

“No. She can’t stay in that room.”

“She’s not gonna curse it,” I add. Izzy grips the couch fabric with white knuckles.

“And our captain?” he asks.

“Brad can learn to live with it,” Izzy replies. “If what you say is true, then he’s already on a tear to prove himself. I’d bet he goes off the rails when he finds out I’m living here.

“And I do need somewhere to live, by the way. It’s why I was upset earlier. I’m losing my apartment in nine days and can’t afford a new place on my own.”

“Even better!” Mason exclaims. “We’re gonna tell him you’re our live-in bunny.”

“I’m not”—she stares off while she finds her words—“that’s not what I’m here for. Why is that so hard for all of you to grasp?”

“Aw, come on—”

“It wouldn’t be real,” I cut Mason off to reassure her. “I get you still have some sense of loyalty to him, even now. We can respect that.”

“Do you?” She glares at Mason past me. Sourness twists his lips, and I worry that he’ll say something childish. “Do you think you can keep your hands to yourself, fuckboy?”

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