Pucking Around With The Captain Novels & Stories

It was still there, simmering under the surface, possessive and controlled and entirely too intense. “Marcus,” Ward called without looking away from me, “leave.” Marcus looked between us, smirking despite his obvious pain. “Well, I’m your best friend, so I don’t see why I have to miss the reunion scene.” “Marcus.” Ward’s tone dropped lower, colder, carrying that command I had only heard in fragments before. Not the hockey captain. Not the man from our past. This was the businessman who could make rooms fall silent with a single word. I exhaled and rubbed my temple. The emotional whiplash of the day was beginning to catch up with me.

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

Of course it’s Cole. “Go bother someone else,” I mutter without looking up. He smirks and steps inside anyway. “Marco’s busy trying to beat a twelve-year-old online in that Diablo game and Zack’s currently screwing a puck bunny, so that leaves only you.” “Lucky me.” He takes one look at my face and exhales. “Wow. You look like someone just got hit by a bus emotionally.” “Go away.” “Nope. House policy. When the captain looks like he just detonated his own life, someone intervenes.”

Inis na saad nito in a small mic in his hand. I just stayed silent in my seat with closed eyes as my cheeks rested on my palm, enjoying his annoyance. Dear me. I Think magiging interesting nga ang trip na'to. "Sir, yes sir! If you say so, sir! With great passion, sir!" Anang captain with a tone obviously enjoying his friend's predicament. I didn't heard him answered but just let out a growl from the other seat. I just mentally shook my head as I smirked.

"Do you understand me, Mercer?" Caleb did not answer the question verbally. He simply glared at us, turned around aggressively, and walked back to his parked SUV before slamming the heavy door shut and driving away down the street. Once the vehicle disappeared around the corner, Connor finally dropped his arm from my shoulders and took a small step back to give me personal space. The sudden absence of his body heat made the afternoon air feel surprisingly cold. "Why would the team captain involve himself in a dispute between a regular player and a girl he does not even know?" I asked quietly, looking up at his sharp jawline while I gripped my shopping bags tightly.

RAE I noticed the ‘C’ patch on his jersey as he backed away. “Scared of a little ice?” the player holding my kit above his head taunted me. I tilted my head, squinting. I’ve seen that arrogant smirk and those greyish blue eyes before. In fact, that voice… The other players noisily cleared out of the rink through the passage behind me, prodding me with stares, laughing amongst themselves. I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings.

His gaze flicked between me and Luca, sizing us up, ensuring we were ready for what was coming. Finally, the Captain broke the silence. “Gentlemen,” he began, his voice gravelly, “we’ve got a situation that’s about to explode, and I don’t have to tell you how delicate this is.” I straightened up, exchanging a glance with Luca, who remained stoic but nodded slightly, acknowledging the seriousness of the moment.

"Yes, again with it. Other women go crazy around me, begging me to give them a glance. And here you are, unaffected by my charms." Unbelievable! The nerve of this guy. I just met him few hours ago and here he is demanding I fall for him? He must be way out of his mind. Chuckling slightly, I turned to him, "What charms?" Adrian's eyes widened in disbelief as he bit his lips. "Fasten your seatbelts, we're about to take off," the Captain's voice rang over the speakers above. "Are you being for real?" Adrian asked, his tone high pitched as he stared at me.

Jake's eyes flew open just as the entire offensive line plus half the defense walked in, still in their practice gear, jerseys clinging to their broad chests, shorts stretched tight over powerful thighs. There he was. Cock out. Hand wrapped around his swollen, leaking dick. Pre-cum already dripping down his knuckles. Silence hit like a brick wall. Then someone laughed. Low and dirty. "Well, well, well," Captain Marcus said, his deep voice cutting through the sudden tension like a knife. Marcus was six-foot-four of pure muscle, dark skin gleaming with leftover sweat, a cocky smirk already spreading across his face. "Look what we got here. Our golden boy straight boy stroking his meat like a d

he taunted. What the fuck is this guy’s problem ? “Don’t narrate your own pathetic story while taking my name, Mister. I can beat your cocky ass in the pool any time,” I smirked. “If you don’t know, I am the captain of this club and I don’t waste my time with noobs,” he replied back but there was still an amused grin on his face that said that he was just messing around with me and that he did not mean any of the things he was saying.