Pucking Around With The Captain Romane & Geschichten

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

Kaplan immediately scrambled over on his hands and knees and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off the tip of my boots. "Captain, why were you doing menial labor like this on my ship? Just say the word and I would have handed the whole ship over to you, and you can do whatever you want with it!" I then kicked him in the shoulder. I did not use any force, but he played along and rolled back a good six feet. "Where's your pride? Speaking of which, I told you people to go legit and run an honest business, and this is what you came up with? A shark tank on a ship?"

He stood, looking down at her. “But as long as you’ve got that fine mouth open, let’s put it to good use.” Lucy clamped her mouth shut and watched in horror as Blackie undid his flies, reaching in and pulling out his cock. He spit in his hand and stroked himself for a moment. Lucy watched in amazement as his cock grew, getting longer and harder as he pulled at it. “What are you going to do?” Lucy looked up at him. “Oh, she speaks, does she? Glad to know your tongue still works. The Captain’s a fine one for having a conversation now and then. And there’s other uses for that tongue.”

"We're out here representing the Frostbite Wolves. Remember team honor. Don’t wander off without telling someone. Don’t drink too much. Don’t do anything that’ll make Coach kill me tomorrow. We have a long bus ride back, and I refuse to spend it cleaning up after anyone who gets sick. My arm already gives me enough problems.” The team immediately started teasing him. Big Mike grinned. “Damn, Cap. You sound more like Coach than Coach does.” Lee laughed. “Relax, man. We’re not kids.” Kowalski added, “Yeah, live a little. You act like you’re forty instead of twenty-something.” Marcus was the worst. He saluted dramatically. “Aye aye, Captain! We’ll be on our best behavior… probably.” Liam sighed

The rubric section that had stalled us clicked into place and for a moment, the old enmity felt like ancient history. “Wanna step out for a break?” My question hung in the air as Zach shot a glance up at me, his eyes scanning me as if I had just laid out plans to kill him. “Since when was that a thing we did?” “We take breaks every time,” I said with a shrug. “Yeah, inside your apartment.” “Just thought this place would be suffocating for you. Sue me for caring.” “You’re acting weird, stop it,” he teased and I rolled my eyes, already rising from my stool.

“Not our problem to worry about. Winning is. Let’s try focusing on that.” I hate myself for the brown-nose strategy I just bullshitted to the other players. This is what the team captain title does to you. For the next two hours the guys grumble and let off steam. Their comments make me laugh at times and grumble along with them at others. The word “pussy” comes up more than once and I don’t like where it takes my mind. To admit I have the hots for another player is just wrong, and somehow I need to get the thought of our new kicker’s pussy out of my head entirely. We’ll see if she makes it past day one. I can always approach her when she’s no longer on the roster.

“What an interesting choice.” The captain was taken aback by the comment, and floundered a response. “I, er, was I mistaken?” he stammered. “I apologize… I, uh, what should I call you?” “Whatever suits you,” Lucifer said, and waved off the question dismissively. The mercenary captain looked around nervously at his officers in search of answers, but none of them had one for him. Instead, the captain cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. “I… look, I understand that you love to play games,” said the captain, “but now isn’t the time. Our fleet’s taking a serious beating. If this keeps up, we’re gonna lose our charge, and our contract’s gonna get voided. We can’t afford that.”

“Because someone… important is interested in you. That’s all you need to know—for now. You’ll find out soon.” His gaze lingered on her face with an unsettling intensity. “But while you’re in my care, you will behave. No snarling, no clawing, and definitely no biting.” “You call this care?” she spat and, without thinking, hurled the glob at him. It landed squarely on his cheek. The men around him burst into shocked laughter, clearly amused. The pirate captain wiped his cheek slowly, a twisted smile forming. “Fiery. I like that.” Then he turned cold. “Put her back in the basement.”

Like I couldn’t express myself the way I normally do. Northgate scored first in the opening minutes. Then again in the second period. Two to nothing. I skated to the bench, my breathing hard and grabbed a water bottle. Coach Daniel was in my face before I could take a sip. "Harrison! What the hell is wrong with you?" I didn't answer him, just kept my eyes on the floor. "You're playing like you've never touched a puck before. You're the captain. You're supposed to lead." "I know."