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Elle’s whole body sighed as she grabbed her chest in relief. “I’ll watch over her.”

Reluctantly, he told Elle, “She can bunny for Brat.”

Elle nodded. “Thank you.”

“He’s the only for her. Once he’s voted in, we’ll see where this goes.”

Elle kept nodding with such relief. “That’s all I’m asking. She loves it here, Lynx.”

Lynx still sounded annoyed. “Have Justice re-explain ‘rules’ to that girl. You are too much of a softy. Following rules is how to stay safe.”

Elle was more than willing to agree to anything at this point. The little Saph had clearly made an impression.

Once off the phone, Lynx and I sat there for a quiet moment.

I finally asked, “What’s a bunny?”

He scratched at the permanent label on the bottle. “A way to keep my men safe.” When I stared at him, waiting for more of an explanation, he conceded, “To those looking in, it looks as if I’m whoring out girls. In truth, I’m offering an all-inclusive place to live for those who are willing to share a bed with a man or two.”

I lifted a brow.

He chuckled. “I’m serious. It’s an arrangement. Some women really like sex. A lot of them like to fuck bikers.” He rolled his eyes. “I guess we’re some sort of untamed mystery.”

Not able to argue with that, I shrugged. “You sort of are.”

He pondered. “Yeah, we’re a different breed.”

Since he was getting lost in thought, I prompted, “Bunny?”

“Oh yeah. So,” he put the bottle between his legs, then exposed a palm, “in one hand, I have these women.” He opened his other palm. “In the other, I have horny bikers.” His head bobbed. “Yes, we have parties where we invite lots of chicks, but we can’t party every day.”

I lifted my other brow. “You drink every day.”

He delivered a dirty grin. “That ain’t partying, Pup.” As I laughed, he continued, “As you can see, my men have daily appetites, hence sending them off before they blow.”

My face scrunched as I thought about Dagger’s ‘special’ crème for Lynx’s coffee. I looked around the living room, thankful there was only my beer.

He burst into laughter. “Nooooo! Jesus, they ain’t gonna spew all over the furniture! I mean their temper!” He sat forward. “Okay, this ‘mysterious’ breed that we are carries a lot of pressure at times. Girls tend to ease that pressure.”

“Ooooooooh.”

“Now you feel me, right? To keep the needed calm, yet protect my boys from certain women who want to use them or trap them so they can be an Old Lady, we have certain women who are bunnies. They spoil my boys. I spoil them in return. Credit cards. Cars. All expenses paid. Capeesh?” I nodded. “But there are rules. Bunnies are only to lay with a chosen one or two. They are not to bring home any VDs. No outside relations. Birth control is a must. And they’re not to ever expect to be an Old Lady.”

“What if a biker falls in love with a bunny?”

Lynx hissed. “It’s happened. And it can be complicated when the other biker isn’t willing to let go.” He sat back. “But, for the most part, it has worked well. Bunnies have somewhat become wives, only without the emotional attachment or rings. They take real good care of their men. Laundry, to-do lists...” He grinned. “Our club girls may not be like other ones. Each club runs their ship as they like. But for us, we treat bunnies right. Like birthdays and Christmas, bunnies get extravagant gifts. The smart ones get a college degree out of it. They leave better off than when they came to us.”

“Are bikers sad to see them… go?”

“If ending on good terms, sure, to a degree, but they’re always very happy for the ‘new’ bunny.”

“Don’t they want a real wife someday?”

Lynx exhaled heavily. “Some just don’t let women get that close anymore. Some stings are just too deep.”

I thought of Lacey and knew she could cut me the deepest.

CHAPTER TWELVE