Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

The place is huge. All stone and wood. Single story but taking up most of the clearing. In front of the house is a large fire pit area and then a fuckton of water between us and the distant mountains. Anton whistles. “Welcome to Lake Tahoe.” We climb out and stretch. It was about forty-five minutes from Reno airport to here, but Tripp, Oskar, and I aren’t exactly small, and even the back seat of a Jeep Grand Cherokee has its limits. “Anton and I call the main bedroom,” Ezra says, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “Why do you guys get to claim that?” “Because, Plus-One, we’ll need the en suite for quick cleanup.” I scowl at the nickname. I know they’re only joking, but I can’t shake the feeling I’m intruding. Ezra and Anton are being more or less the same, but Oskar has barely acknowledged me at all. He gives me this long look before turning to Tripp. He has the same sort of piercing blue eyes as Ezra, but where Ezra’s eyes always seem like they’re laughing, Oskar’s feel like they’re looking for trouble. His full-body tats add to that impression. His left arm is the only thing bare of ink. “Come on.” Tripp hands me my bag. “Let’s go pick our rooms.”