Novel & Cerita Best Mm Hockey Romance

REMINGTON 11 MONTHS, 23 DAYS LATER. “We… won?” I muttered beneath my breath, eyes glued to my phone, watching the hockey match live. “We fucking won!” I screamed at the top of my voice, earning a groan from Clark and a grumble from my mum. This was the final match in a major competition, and our school — Chastity Verse — won. “Pull over!” I ordered the driver behind the wheel. He glanced backwards at my mum, who groaned in frustration.

"Try me." Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed that exact spot. It started soft, then he sucked lightly, his tongue brushing my skin. A small moan slipped out of me. It felt way too good. He pulled back after a few seconds, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "There. A nice little mark. Looks good on you." I touched the spot, feeling the warmth. "You're trouble, Asher." "The best kind," he said, voice lower now. His eyes had darkened, staring at my lips like he wanted to devour me. The vibe between us shifted. Our casual hockey conversation got intense really quick. Asher's hand moved to my waist, drawing me in.

Being knocked off of his feet and thrown into the fiery pits of hell, is not what Andre Kim expected to happen this hockey season. Show up, slay the ice, take home a championship, have recruiter eyes on him next year as he graduates... It's perfect. A seamless plan even, except it’s all up in flames when his eyes land on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life. Andre isn’t naive, he is well aware that there are countless beautiful people in the world.

"We're here to study, Maverick. Not to be friends and I'm keeping my distance because we need to focus on your grades. That's it." "And you want me to believe that?” He asked with an amused chuckle. Before I could mouth off another angry response, Mave leaned down and slammed his mouth against mine. My entire brain went completely blank. His lips were hot and demanding, pressing firmly against mine. I froze against the wall, my eyes wide in utter shock, my hands completely paralyzed at my sides. The straight guy I had spent weeks trying to avoid, the popular hockey player who was supposed to be completely out of my league, was currently pinning me to my couch and kissing me like he wanted to

“We’re something. You let me tattoo you. You called me daddy last night. That’s pretty official in my book.” “Shut up, I was dick-drunk and you know it,” I snapped, face burning as I leaned down to kiss him hard to make him stop talking. Our mouths moved together messy, tongues sliding, and I kept arguing between kisses. “I’m still playing hockey. End of discussion. You can be jealous all you want but I’m not quitting for you.” “Fine, play your little games,” he muttered against my lips, nipping my bottom one. “But this ass is still mine when you get home.”

God, I did. Once, at junior league hockey camp, I landed a backhand so clean it felt like it sliced the air itself. Moretti glanced my way and said, “Nice shot, Bennett.” That offhand compliment just a few words sent me floating. It was the first time hockey became more than a game. More than a dream. It became a pulse in my veins, a fire I couldn’t ignore. I followed him obsessively after that camp, every stat, every highlight reel, every interview. God, it’s mortifying to admit now, but I even had a picture of him pinned above my desk. Every glance twisted something in me, something I couldn’t name then. I told my mom about him, gushed about his skill, his charm…how I misread him entirely.

“Isn’t that right, Captain?” My throat contracts, but I manage a nod. And drop my eyes back to my plate, feeling queasy. ‘Northbridge’s Hockey Team Rules and Regulations – Rule 3: It is forbidden to ever get involved with a figure skater. You’re off the team immediately and banned from setting foot in the Arena.’ “Are you good?” Avan asks, sliding a hand over my back. “Yeah,” I nod, glancing at him. “The smoothie is weird.” “Really?” His brows jump with worry. He scoots over and grabs my drink to smell. “Is there… banana in it?”

Gideon asked, looking around the group. "Ooohh! How about a romance movie?" Elodie suggested, her eyes lighting up. "Romance it is," Gideon agreed instantly. He turned to us. "Is that cool with you guys?" "Sure, yeah," Jerome and I said at the same time. We settled on the big release of the week, a movie called You, Me & Tuscany. "I heard this one is actually really good," Elodie said as we clutched our tickets. "The trailer looked beautiful."

I thought he felt this connection too. "Is that what you think of me?" I type, my tone barely above a whisper. "That I'd be with you just because of the bond?" The dots appear, and I wait, feeling like I'm on the edge of a cliff. " I think the bond’s a crapshoot, Shawn. And I won’t gamble with my heart. Or yours. " " One week, Shawn. I’ll give you one week. If you don’t come to the pack, I’ll reject the bond. Either way, it ends. "

“Did you see that, Marie? He told me he loved me.” “No. Ouch.” She pulled away and massaged her fingers. “He only winked at you. He does that all the time to his fans.” “No but this one was a very unique one.” I return my gaze to the hockey match, my eyes following every move Ajax makes. “He's so dreamy.” I smiled. “Eww! Stop drooling at my boyfriend.” The water bottle hit my head in a loud chunk and I whipped around to find Missy Cooper laughing with her friends.