Pucking Around With The Captain Novels & Stories

“I had orgasms reading some parts yesterday.” “Give it back.” I tried to take it again, but he raised his hand, outside my reach. “He slammed the puck into the net like he owned the ice, like the MVP he is. I wonder if he'd use his stick on me the same way—hard, fast, unrelenting—until I begged him to stop and meant none of it. My…” I kicked him hard; he stumbled, didn't fall, but that shut him up.

Captain Bjorn Jansen will take over as captain while Captain Matteo is still ill; it will be wonderful to work with him because we were classmates in college, the captain tells Annika. The captain cautions, "He is a womanizer, so be careful not to fall for his tricks." The captain did not like what he heard and said, "I am a very jealous guy, Annika," to which Annika reacted with a joke, "Let us see if he can get me." Annika laughs at the captain's response. She gave Captain Magnus a big embrace and kiss, saying, "Ha! Ha! Ha!" "I am only kidding; you are so sensitive."

SAGE MONTERO. @puckmedaddy: ‘Gah, I understand why he’s the captain; he looks like he handles a puck the same way he does a woman. Rough.’ Yeah, until he chokes you to death. @rookslapmepls: ‘I volunteer. I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute…sorry I meant puck.’ If desperate had a label, it’d be you, sweetheart. @rookmehard: ‘I know they call him the Angel cause he’s a devil in the sheets. Argue with the wall, everyone.’

He held me prisoner as he talked to his teammates. The goalie laughed at me, good-naturedly. “I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said this whole time.” “I’m sorry,” I said, returning my attention to him. “Nah.” He waved off my apology. “It’s good to see our Captain date someone who clicks with him so well. He’s a bit of a workhorse. Capable, sure, but I didn’t think he knew how to relax. We used to worry about him all the time.”

They quickly nodded, then they turned and looked at each, then they burst out laughing, accompanied with the captain. “Do ya’ll agree that I am a good actor?” He asked, and they nodded. “I am better than Alejandro, oh my Goodness, he should have seen this.” He continued, like I wasn’t in front of them. “Yes sir, I agree,” the bald guy said. Then captain turned to me. A smirk popped on his face. “Look honey, did they not teach you at the church that do not accept free things from strangers?” He asked as his hands ran through my head.

I told him, throwing a bit of praise his way. Yates smirked, a familiar cocky glint returning to his eyes. "Well, I happen to be the captain of the varsity hockey team. Who wouldn't like me?" "Good question," I murmured dryly. "And then, of course, there’s you," he added, his voice dropping an octave. My brow furrowed. "Me?" "You completely like me too, don't you, Gwen?" he challenged, a knowing grin on his face.

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.” He laughed, it was a deep, rich sound. It was no mystery why the ladies were swooning over him. In the next moment, I saw a strange expression flash across his face, and he looked at me intently. “You should stop working here.” I scoffed, “And let my mother die on the sickbed? That's a fat no.” Before he could reply, laughter erupted from the door of the club. It was so familiar that it made me turn. Damn it. What were these guys doing here?

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

The crowds sighed as Adira tantrums like a kid. “You’re too slow!” “I told you to kick it!” “You wasted my voice!” I pursed my lips and shake my head. My eyes widened when I saw Captain already kicking the ball. I gasps couldn’t believe he had snatched the ball from the opponent. Our group roared and each of them shouted his name. “The ruthless captain was now advancing the ball!” the announcer’s voice echoed in the stadium. How come he got it that fast?! “Speed,” Caius whistled.

"A few years ago. I ran into him at a charity event. He was alone, standing in the corner. I went over to say hello, and he asked me how you were. If you were okay." I stared at her. "What did you tell him?" "I told him you were doing fine. That you'd become a journalist. That you were making a name for yourself." She shrugged. "He didn't say anything after that. Just nodded and walked away." I didn't know what to say. Seven years. Seven years and he still asked about me. Sienna leaned closer. Her voice dropped. "Be careful, Emily. Daniel isn't the boy you remember. And this town isn't the same either. People talk. And if you're here to dig into Carter Development, you're going to make enemi