Pucking Around With The Captain Novels & Stories

The captain doesn’t even look up, just continues to tend to his task: sharpening a single protracted claw with a silver file. We’re silent, other than the sound of his filing, and I gesture for Niko to take a seat beside me. When we’re finally settled, the captain speaks. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just kill you now.”

Joshua quietly shifted closer, while Adrian tightened his grip around his stick. Nobody trusted this and the captain stopped in front of Lukas. He looked at him for a long second. Then, he removed one glove slowly and held out his hand, the arena suddenly felt much quieter. Lukas looked at the hand, then at the captain and he hesitated, only briefly before reaching forward then their hands met. It was a firm shake and nothing more. The captain nodded once. "You all play well." His accent made English sound expensive but Lukas couldn't process that, he just blinked.

Even Alex was taken aback, and before I could call him over to ask what the hell did I just hear, he jogged over—both the two guys turned their heads when Alex called them. ‘‘Captain, she’s waiting for me…’’ Alex said panting, and I frowned in a state of bewilderment. Captain? How the hell did he ever made to the rank of captain with an attitude like that? ‘‘There’s a project that we must complete as a group after school...’’ The guy he called captain rolled his eyes, and threw him an indifferent look, as if he didn’t give a fuck about his explanation. I watched as he stepped back into the building, clenching his fists at his sides. He looked bloody annoyed.

“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.”

“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.

I spun around and saw Michael at the bar. He was leaning against it, drink in hand, watching with a little smile on his face. Like this was a movie. I marched straight to him. "Michael, tell him to stop," I said. "You're on the same team, he's your captain, how can you just stand there?" Michael looked down at me slowly. "And if they fight, so what?" he said. He took a sip. "It's not my problem." He smirked. "You know, if you were with me, none of this would be happening."

“Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.” “You’re a menace,” I muttered. He pressed closer. I felt every hard inch of him against my back. “You like it.” Karius reached past me for the coffee pot, chest brushing my arm, and poured a fresh mug. He set it down in front of me like an offering. Then his fingers returned to mine, tracing the back of my hand in slow circles. “Your pulse is racing,” he said. “Because three hockey captains are treating me like a toy they all want to break.”

He pulled the chair closer and sat, reaching for my hand without hesitation, his fingers wrapping loosely around mine, warm and grounding. "You didn't have to bring flowers," I said. "I did, actually. It's tradition. You show up at a hospital, you bring flowers. Everybody knows that." "Is that a real rule?" "It's my rule. Which makes it real." He glanced down at my ankle, propped and wrapped beneath the blanket, and something softer moved across his face. "Guess this means our fake date might need a wheelchair." I laughed despite myself, a real one this time, and it pulled slightly at my side. "That's one way to make an entrance."

"Let's get out of this building, Sasha. The team is waiting, and we have a division to win." "The data is ready, Captain," I said, a soft, authentic smile finally breaking across my face as I leaned into his touch. "Let's go show them what happens when they lock us out."

The captain starts off being bothered by the uncomfortable and deafening silence between them. “That would depend on your actions.” Karilaya could not help but scoff having to deal with a question that seem to be about the prince’s beast-like form. “How so?” The captain had this weak smile as he looked at her. “If your the same controlling and manipulative man as the prince then I don’t think we will be able to talk like this,” She says directly at his face not holding back. The captain let out a chuckle but then turned quiet as he turned his eyes back to the now subsiding mist in front of them.