All Chapters of PUCKING CAPTAIN NIKO : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JEREMY’S P.O.V.Axel walked me back to the bed, his firm lips pressed to mine as he kissed me. His hands grasped my neck and face, holding me in place while I straddled his hips. My hands hung from his neck while I rocked my bulge into his own. Axel reached down, his hands slipping into my shorts and stroking me with his bare hands.“Oh, fuck…”He pressed kisses over my forehead, his lips tracing a path to my temple. He held my jaw roughly while I opened my mouth for him, welcoming his tongue. He kissed me hotly and hungrily again, reaching between us as we kissed hungrily, cupping my balls and giving them a rough squeeze.I was hard, all bricked up for him. Fuck, I fucking loved it when he got his fucking hands on me. I bit at the corner of his lips as he gripped my cock instead, stroking it expertly in firm strokes as he pumped me faster. I reached for his own cock, wanting to mirror his actions, giving him every bit just like he was giving me. But he broke away, leaving me throbbin

NIKO’S P.O.V.It had officially been a week since I’d started over at Westbrook, and a week since I’d stepped back onto the ice after taking a year away from hockey.So far, things had been decent.I’d had five private practices with Jeremy, and with each one, he was getting better. He was becoming less sloppy with his movements, more confident on his skates, and more deliberate with every decision he made on the ice.And, to be honest, Jeremy was an outstanding hockey player.His speed was the first thing that stood out to me. Once he got into his rhythm, he was incredibly fast. He accelerated quickly, changed direction without losing much momentum, and could weave through players before they had enough time to react. His footwork was good too, and his control of the puck was better than I’d initially expected.And when he stopped overthinking everything, he played with an instinctive confidence that made him look like a different person.Jeremy had real talent.The problem wa

JEREMY’S P.O.VI was aggressively wiping down yet another sticky table when a few new faces strolled into the bar.At the counter, River and Daniel had already polished off the free whiskeys I’d slid them on the house. They looked blissfully defeated. Kim, however, was a bottomless pit. Her drunken thirst was a force of nature. She slammed down her second empty glass with a dramatic, appreciative hiss.“I'll be right back,” I said, tossing my rag over my shoulder. “I've got to hit that table.”“Yeah, yeah, Jeremy. Go do your job,” River shooed me away.I hurried over, took the new guests' orders, and promised to be back with their orders on time. After running to the back to shout the order at the fry cook—one fish and chips, one house sub, and a couple of drinks—I grabbed their beverages to serve them.By the time I returned to the bar counter, Kim was already deep into her latest romantic crisis.“So, do you guys think I should actually go out with him?” she asked, looking up. “Jere

NIKO’S P.O.V I was not liking the suspicious look Jeremy had on his face. I hated whatever he was planning to do. At first, he had reached into his backpack to grab the keys, but he stopped. He changed his mind. Now, he stood just outside the glass door, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching me. I was completely at his mercy. I tapped gently on the glass and shook my head. “Don’t,” I mouthed. “Oh, yes I will,” he replied. His voice was muffled by the thick glass, but I could still make out every word. “You’re joking, right? You’re not actually going to leave me locked inside the bar all night?” “Of course I am,” he taunted, raising his voice so I wouldn’t miss a thing. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson. You’ve been bugging me all week.” He adjusted the strap of his bag and began to turn away. “Jeremy! Jeremy, please, don’t do this!” A dark villainous laugh escaped his lips. He was actually enjoying this. “Jeremy, wait!” I called out. But he had stepped backward in

NIKO'S P.O.V Jeremy sounded nervous right now. Honestly, so was I. The streetlight above cast a soft, warm glow over his face, and for a second, I forgot what I was doing. He seemed to realise just how close we were at this moment. A faint blush crept across his cheeks. I didn’t budge. Neither did he. My fingers were still wrapped around the strap of his bag. Acting on pure impulse, I gave it another tiny tug, pulling him just a fraction closer. His eyes went wide. “N-Niko…” A genuine smile finally broke across my face. “This,” I murmured, gesturing to the bag, “is how you’re actually supposed to wear it.” Jeremy blinked, looking dazed. “Like this. It’s a crossbody bag. Wearing it this way will keep your shoulder from hurting.” Jeremy just stared at me. I couldn't tell if he was processing a single word coming out of my mouth. His cheeks were still bright, pretty pink. I gently brushed his hood back off his head. A few strands of hair fell messy and soft across his forehe