Best M/m Hockey Romances Novels & Stories

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I groan. “You say something?” She turns with narrows eyes. “Nope, nothing.” Great, so she heard me groaning. Fuckingfantastic. “How about Taking A Shot At Love?” Immi stops in her tracks and puts her hands on those tiny, sexy hips of hers. “It’s a Hallmark movie. You are so fucking with me right now, aren’t you?” “Seriously, darlin’. I am not fucking with you. I love Hallmark movies. I always watch them. Just because I’m some big burly hockey player, doesn’t mean I don’t like a bit of romance.” Honestly, am I that bad?

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

My girl loves her Choos. “Okay, let me freshen up and then you can take me out and show me the town for a few hours.” “Perfect, it’s a small town so don’t get your hopes up. We don’t live in the big city.” “Oo, I love small towns, we might even get some hot gossip on the hockey players and Blake.” I roll my eyes. Trust Rachel to want to find out more about the hockey players. “I hear they’re always hung big and give the best oral,” she continues and applies a coral lip color to her pouty lips. The woman is stunning.

Discarded Yale Hockey merchandise, empty water bottles, and what appears to be at least three different shades of blue face paint smeared across various surfaces. Americus kicks her feet in the air with enough enthusiasm to rattle her bed frame. "Legitimately the best night of my entire college career so far. Yale hockey remains undefeated, Liam is obviously completely smitten with our dear Riley here, and me? I was absolutely radiant. I swear half the hockey team tried to buy me drinks, which would have been more impressive if I actually drank anything stronger than sparkling cider." I groan and attempt to burrow deeper into my pillow fortress.

Ma'am Verna and my mum said together Kingston held my waist as he pulled me to himself. "Now I will have you all to myself "He whispered and I just smiled naughtily .I love this This will be a long honeymoon and I think I will enjoy this

My hands pause on my skate for half a second before I keep untying the lace like the question doesn’t mean anything. “Madison?” Ryan says. “Yeah, you know Madison.” Another guy across the room whistles. “Everyone knows Madison.” I keep my head down. “Can’t say I remember.” Ryan laughs. “Bullshit.” Cole grins. “Walker’s little sister is a rocket. Like… dangerous rocket.” “Absolute problem,” someone else adds from the showers. “You look at her too long and Walker might actually kill you.” A defenseman walks by and chimes in, “Saw her at The Den last month. Half the bar stopped talking when she walked in.”

Ever. I pointed to the rest of the stuff, and he started moving it all, quiet and strong. The room felt smaller with him in it, but not in a bad way. Still, my mind wouldn’t stop. What if this was a trick? What if he got tired of me and left? The tension in my chest made it hard to breathe. After a few minutes, he broke the silence. “So, you like hockey at all? Or is it just something you clean up after?”

Donna High’s pride and menace, led by none other than my worst enemy “Maxton Carter, the self proclaimed king of ice and arrogance. They barged in like they owned the ice. Typical. “Yo! Clear the rink, figure Barbie’s done posing!” A familiar voice said. Of course it was him, Maxton. Messy dark hair, eyes full of superiority, and that stupid grin that could curdle milk. Chris groaned beside me. “I wish they could get the hockey players another rink…” Maxton skated past with a lazy smirk. “Didn’t know figure skating was just a warm-up for the real athletes.”