Agent Carter Captain America Novels & Stories

A knock came through the door and when I opened it, I saw him immediately. “Yes,” I said. Rowan’s mouth curved, slow and dangerous. “Oh! Good.” Then he did the last thing I expected: he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, thumb brushing my cheek, and whispered, “Try not to fall in love with me, Carter. I’m a shitty boyfriend.” I shoved his chest. “Please. I’d rather lick the rink.” He laughed, real this time, head thr own back, throat working. God, he was annoying.

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

Then how come the girl so easily went against him and the police was brave enough to arrest him before the whole world? I had to admit. Whoever the girl was, she had some guts. My gaze fell on the devil who was standing there with an unreadable mask on his face. His steely eyes fixed on the television. What's with him now? And then I saw it. The triumph look in Carter's eyes as he sent a discreet look to his boss' way, as if… A silent gasp slipped through my lips. Was I thinking right? Did- did he have any hand behind Antonio Reymond's arrest?

Carter looked down at his cock, which was already springing back to life, standing tall and angry against his thigh. The thought of seeing her in person…seeing those titties in that bikini, the way those curves moved in the sun…made his blood boil. He didn't just want to talk to her. He wanted to corner her. He wanted to find a room in that big-ass house and show Joey’s little sister exactly why he was the captain of the team. "Yeah," Carter said, his voice dropping an octave. "I'll be there. I definitely need to see her." "Sweet. See you at eight, man. Don't be late, I need help with the kegs."

Sky whimpered in my head at my stupid thought, I just rolled my eyes at her. When I arrived at the border, the warriors on patrol surrounded my car, the plate number wasn’t something they had seen before or recognized. I rolled off the glass, “Lady Stacy, is that you?” Carter, the warrior that Alpha Callaghan gave my Johnny said, smiling at me, when his eyes roved the car that I was driving. I forced a chuckle and jumped out of the car, shutting the door.

“Babe, who is that at the door? Is that the delivery package that I-“ her voice died down as she looked over, her eyes meeting with Carter's dark pair. He in turn was just there looking as smug as ever as he was casually leaning on the door frame. He was dressed in a simple casual outfit. He has on a black, definitely an expensive designer polo shirt and a pair of black jean pants. He had added a pair of white Air Force ones and completed the look with a nice black face cap that hid half of his silky hair away from sight. He looked so dreamy in this outfit. He looked like something out of the front pages of a well delivered magazine. He definitely looked good enough to eat. I could have him

She stood, then pulled me up. When we got to the gate, we found Carter arguing with another guard, trying to force his way inside. His hair was held in a ponytail, his face was clean-shaven, and he was dressed in his favourite shorts. His old Chevy Camaro was still running behind him. One look at him, and the memory of falling from the balcony while trying to escape the alpha kings came rushing back. I still had questions about how the sheets suddenly tore.

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

Voices rose. "Go," I told the driver. He pulled away smooth but the damage was done. My phone buzzed already. Texts from teammates. One from Coach. Kade leaned back in the seat stretching his long legs. His gray eyes flicked to the rear window then to me. "They saw us. Both of us. Same ride." "Yeah no shit," I said rubbing my face. "What now? We act normal right? Just teammates sharing a car after a road trip." He laughed short and rough. "Normal? With the way we look at each other? Someone out there already typing up a story. Captain and the Russian troublemaker. Close friends now."

A few of my men quickly dismount the barrels and carry them to the scale. One of them yells over to us, “Yo Boss your not gunna like this…” “Calvin is fucking with you, this is only 50lbs!” I glare at Tomas, who starts waving his hands in surrender. “Did you know about this?” I demanded. “No sir, of course not, I just handle deliveries…” Tomas explains. “Get out of my face before I blow your brains out” I cursed at Tomas. He runs off like a coward towards the yacht. Storming away I hop in the suv. Whipping out my phone I call Calvin, leader of the Island Cartel.