Ethan Edwards Hockey Novels & Stories

Every time I tried she brought up how his coming out had messed with her head. “Why are you calling, Collin?” I snapped, irritation boiling over. He had just ruined what was shaping up to be an incredible orgasm. As a horny single woman pushing forty-five, getting off before bed was non-negotiable. It was already seven o’clock, I needed to cum hard now, eat something, then have another slow, satisfying orgasm around nine before falling asleep. “I need your help. You know Ethan?” “The son of your boyfriend’s sister? The hockey kid you’re helping raise?” I asked. Ethan was impossible to ignore in our town. At twenty-two, the arrogant, built hockey star had just signed a huge pro deal. I’d met

The arena roared with deafening cheers. “RYDER! RYDER! RYDER!” The name echoed through the massive ice hockey stadium as students jumped to their feet, waving banners and wearing the university colors. The bright arena lights reflected off the smooth ice, turning the entire rink into a glowing battlefield. At the center of it all was Ethan Ryder. Fast. Confident. Untouchable. The captain of the Northbridge University hockey team glided across the ice like he owned it. His red jersey clung to his broad shoulders, and his dark hair was damp from the intensity of the game.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

I say dryly. “Come on, we have to go! I heard Enzo is playing today, and also there's a new player we should go watch today.” She said, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Enzo was one of the players on the hockey team that Leah had been pining away for since our first semester. He barely gave her any attention, but she always went to each of his games, cheering him on, because she was convinced he liked her. “I'm not going, Lee. As for the new player, it's too early to set me up.” I said, grabbing some apples.

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

Her brother was staring at Hunter Callum with the expression of someone whose entire personality had just been called into question by reality. "You're—" Ethan started. "We're late," Maya said immediately. "But he's—" "Ethan." Hunter looked at Ethan with something that might have been amusement. "Big fan?" Ethan opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "You scored a hat trick against Vancouver in 2022," he said finally, with the gravity of someone reciting scripture. "From center ice. With eleven seconds left." Hunter nodded once. "Good game." Ethan looked like he needed to sit down.

“She can keep her party and her drama.” Jaden nudged me. “Speaking of drama… you coming to the hockey game tonight? Our team versus Ridgewood. I heard they’re brutal. Gosh, I wish Ethan wasn't suspended.” My stomach twisted at Ethan’s name. Last night still felt like a fever dream—his mouth on me, his fingers, his tongue, the way he’d called me beautiful while I came apart under him. And then he’d snuck out my window with a forehead kiss like we were something… real.

"You know, I deserve to have someone in my bed, too." "Indisputably," I agree. "But you can do better than some wide-eyed freshman who thinks a hockey jersey is a personality trait." "Who says they don't know better?" Ethan looks genuinely stung. "I’m a damn catch! I’m the starting winger for a team on a historic winning streak, in case you forgot." "And you’re also still telling everyone you’re six-one," I tease. Ethan’s face falls. "Oh, relax. There’s no shame in being five-ten on a good day."

Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high. Soren Gregory—the perfect fucking hockey god. Oh man, he was hot. You wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t performative of me saying this shit, but Soren was fucking gorgeous. Like most hockey players, Soren was six-four in height, black wavy hair always pulled into a bun, and when he let it all down… let’s leave that to your imagination. Pierced the top of his ears—not the tip. His godlike, perfectly built body had not a single scar or tattoo on it, well except behi

He didn't respond to Nicholas's words and simply ordered, "Take Mr. Nicholas away from this area!" Nicholas was shocked, "No. Hey, let me go!" "Ethan. Ethan. Ethan Miller. Can you hear me?" Nicholas shouted even louder, hoping that if Ethan was indeed okay, the man would come out of his apartment unit.