Novel & Cerita Ethan Edwards Hockey

“He’s gonna be happy about the news.” “No, he’s gonna be slightly pissed, then confused, then maybe happy in like five years.” Xander snorted. “Sounds right about Ethan.” The door pinged open, and in steeped Ethan, his hair was damp probably from taking a shower after practice. He was putting on jeans and his hockey jacket, with the C indicating captain on it. I will always be super proud of my boy for this achievement. “Hey, Mom.” He hugged me quickly, then nodded at Xander. “Hayes.”

Clinton's POV “Blunt! Heads up!” I barely register Jack’s shout before the puck whizzes past my stick. Cody snatches it, skates hard down the left, and fires. Goal. The red light flashes. “Two–zero, baby!” Cody whoops, lifting his stick like he just won the Stanley Cup. I grit my teeth. The ice is cold under my skates. Sharp. Alive. Usually, that’s enough to pull me back…the scrape of my blades, the thud of the puck against the boards, the frozen air burning my lungs. This rink is home.

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.

"Two-on-one rush drill. Vance, you’re on defense. Vincent, you’re taking the puck down the left wing with Marcus. I want full speed, no soft gliding. Move!" ​Ethan didn't say a word. He skated backward toward the defensive zone, his navy helmet tucked low, his stick planted firmly on the ice. His posture was perfect and clean. He was playing the honorable captain's assistant, the guy who followed every rule, while I stood at the blue line feeling like a caged animal ready to tear through the chain-link fence.

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?”

It was Adam, "Ethan, Beta Hanson is awake. You need to come quickly." At Adam's words, Ethan still unsatisfied erection disappeared. He thew his shirt back on and followed Adam into another room where Beta Hanson rested. He looked terrible but better than he had earlier. He sat up slightly when he saw Ethan. "Ethan, your father, it's a trap.", he said weakly. "I'm too late. I'm sorry, there's hundreds of them Ethan. They're not interested in peace. They're going to torture and kill him on the order of Alpha Conway."

Because somewhere beneath all my frustration with Mason sat another uncomfortable truth, I was reacting. Meanwhile Mason always looked two seconds away from smirking through my breakdown. I hated that. Ethan noticed the shift in my expression and smiled faintly. “See? You’re thinking now.” “I don’t like when you sound smarter than me.” “Oh I absolutely do.” I shook my head softly before finally leaning back in my chair. For the first time all day, my thoughts felt less tangled. Across from me, Ethan lifted his drink slightly toward me. “To surviving emotionally unavailable hockey players.”