Todos os capítulos de PUCKING CAPTAIN NIKO : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

NIKO’S P.O.VJer turned in my grip, and my hand twisted with him, settling firmly at the back of his neck. My fingers rubbed slow, greedy circles into the warm nape, then higher, sinking into the thick curls at the base of his skull. He liked it so much it got him purring and moaning, the sound going straight to my cock.I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. The way he bit hard on it made it swell. He ran his tongue over it again and again, pulling and sucking his bottom lip wholly into his mouth.His lips were slick, wet and slightly swollen. Soft-looking, and my mouth ached for them. My tongue, my teeth. I looked at those lips more times than I’m ashamed to admit. Like the way I was fixated on his neck, looking anywhere else other than his lips felt fucking impossible. Fuck. I was so gone for him it hurt.My fingers kept working through his hair, climbing, burying themselves deeper, while my other hand—desperate for the feel of those slick lips—climbed in search of them. My thumb pr

NIKO'S P.O.V“What?”“Don’t go,” he repeated, his fingers catching the hem of my shirt, twisting the fabric into his fist. “Stay here.”“I’ll be right back, Jer. I’m just getting you that water.”He considered what I had said before reluctantly uncurling his fingers.“Promise?”“Promise.”I slipped out of the room and headed downstairs. After filling a glass with warm water, I tracked down a clean cloth to fashion a proper compress. I wrapped a handful of ice cubes securely inside it, ensuring the harsh frost wouldn't make direct contact with his skin, and carried everything back upstairs.Jeremy hadn’t shifted an inch.He was still flat on his back, staring vacantly at the ceiling while his fingers mindlessly picked at the edge of the blanket.“Look what I’ve got,” I said softly, stepping back into the room.He rolled his head towards me. “Water?”“Water.”“And?”“Something cold for your neck.”A sleepy, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “You’re nice.”It was such a si

JEREMY'S P.O.VKim was the last to wake. Daniel cleared his throat loudly to get her attention, and she finally stirred, lifting her head from his chest. She blinked sleepily, looked down at her dishevelled state, then looked up at Daniel. Then back at herself.“What the fuck?”Daniel looked away, his cheeks burning crimson all over again. I bit back a grin. God, those two were so cute.River, however, wasn't about to let it slide. A sharp, teasing smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as her gaze flicked between Kim and Daniel.“Well, you two certainly seemed to have enjoyed yourselves last night,” she teased.Kim rolled her eyes, groaning. “River, drop it.”Daniel remained mute, his face flushed so deeply he looked like he might combust. He was staring at the floorboards, likely praying they would swallow him whole. River just laughed, sinking comfortably back into the cushions.“So,” I interjected, trying to pivot, “how bad are the hangovers?”River shook her head tentatively. “

JEREMY'S P.O.VI didn't think too much about it. The moment I saw Niko, I hurried across the ice towards him before practice could officially start.Niko was weaving around the cones, handling the puck with a sharp, aggressive intensity that wasn't normally there. His jaw was tightly clenched as he shoved the puck past a cone, sending it skidding too far across the ice. He chased after it, shaking his head and muttering under his breath before snapping it back into position with a frustrated flick of his wrist.I kept my eyes on him, hoping to catch him while Coach was still locked in his office. He was in there talking with a few people, and judging by how long they'd been at it, we easily had another ten minutes before he joined us on the ice. I just wanted a quick word with Niko before the drills started.But before I could even open my mouth to call out, he looked up and spotted me.“Jeremy!” he called out, letting his stick drop to the ice as he glided over. He shot a quick glanc

NIKO’S P.O.V I think... I think I'm falling for Jeremy. Scratch that. I wasn’t falling—but I was already gone. And no, I didn’t mean that casual, friendly affection you felt for a close mate or family. I meant I wanted him. I’d fallen for him. I found him attractive, so fucking attractive, so breathtakingly beautiful that I constantly caught myself getting utterly lost in his gaze. Those warm hazel eyes of his had this magnetic pull, making me trace every single one of his features as if I were seeing him for the very first time. I’d already let it slip, too. Just the night before, I’d looked him straight in the eyes and muttered, “You’re pretty.” I was fully conscious. No alcohol was involved. Completely sober and clear as day. In fact, that was exactly why I hadn’t drunk that night—I needed to test myself. I needed to know if the heat flaring up between us was real or just the temporary buzz of a couple of drinks. For the longest time, I had convinced myself it was just the a