Ethan Edwards Hockey Novels & Stories

he stepped away from my chubby hands trying to reach for his phone. I pouted and resigned myself. The pictures were really sexy. I really don't take pictures but I think I should try , I look good in them. We talked for a while with drinks in hand. I was having a blast . Till my eyes met a certain someone. "What is he doing here?" I stared at Ethan in shock. In awe at how hot he looked and in slight pain at his close proximity with a beautiful red haired beauty. He was dressed in black pants and matching knee length jacket. He wore gloves; his smoking thick gelled hair stood out . His eyes were like the storm , the grey blazed in the night making me shiver.

“You already killed Tiffany. She loved you, you know.” Edward chuckled, then waved to someone behind a tree. I looked to where he was gesturing, my eyes widening as I saw one of Ronan’s hockey players step out from behind the tree with the dean. They had her wrists bound and her mouth gagged, and her eyes were frantic.

It could be because of the fight I had with Jake’s friend when I needed his address to find Lila or two, she recognized me as the famous hockey player. Judging by the redness of her cheeks, the way her hands slammed over her open mouth, the way her eyes swelled with water, I am sure it’s because I am a hockey player. “Oh my God, you’re him… Ethan… Ethan Reed… The hockey… Player.” She stuttered, her voice still very much muffled, because her hands were still over her mouth. I smiled, “Hello.” I waved. “Ah!” She squealed. Okay… She is a huge fan.

Ethan grinned, “and maybe tickets to my game when I’m playing for Alabama South.” I smirked. “Didn’t know they accepted assholes like you.” “They don’t. I’m the first.” We shared a laugh, but it was hollow. My nerves were on fire. My head somewhere else. Ethan dropped me off with a slap on the back and a “Don’t do anything too illegal.” By the time I stepped into the rink, it was all cold air and quiet. The kind of eerie, echoing silence that made my teeth hurt. I made my way past the lockers. Past the forgotten helmets and worn skates.

"You looked like you wanted to kill me the second you set eyes on me at the mall." ​"I'm sorry for my rudeness earlier," I told him, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt. "I'm just... dealing with a lot right now." ​Ethan’s playful smirk softened, his gaze turning incredibly warm. "No, it's okay. I totally understand." ​"Thank you," I murmured, looking up at his towering frame. "How can you be so famous already? You're so young." ​"I skipped college to focus entirely on my hockey career. Went straight to the pros. I'm only twenty," he explained, looking down at me. "You?"

Ethan said. Ethan Edwards is a flicker and carefree guy who never bothers to bear any responsibility, he loves to party around with his friends and girlfriends. Although he works the entire day in the company with his elder brother Matthew Edwards, still he doesn’t devote himself to business yet. Steve wanted Ethan to accompany him to a business party, but he doesn’t want to go. He was pleading to his elder brother Steve to spare him and not to send him to the business party. “I know that, but today you will accompany me,” Steve said in a strict tone.

Ethan’s voice was warm and lively. “Knew you’d call. I’ve been seeing the mess online. You alright, man?” Ryan leaned back, his fingers tapping on his desk impatiently. “Yeah, just… frustrated.” His voice was low and tight. “You free? Let’s hit a club, have some drinks. Then maybe head to the ice rink for a round of ice hockey. Need to blow off some steam.” Ethan chuckled knowingly. “You, hockey? Someone’s real worked up tonight. You only go ice hockey when your brain is in chaos. Anyway, Sure thing. Meet you there. Usual spot for the club?”

Ethan squeezed harder, stroking through the fabric while his other hand wrapped lightly around Jax’s throat — not choking, just holding, possessive. “Stop…” Jax muttered, but there was no force behind it. His hips bucked forward into the touch, chasing the friction. Ethan chuckled darkly against his ear. “That’s what you always say. Then you cum so pretty for me.” The sound of footsteps outside the locker room snapped Jax back to reality. He shoved Ethan away hard, chest heaving. “Someone’s coming. Fix yourself.” Ethan stepped back, still smiling like he’d won. Jax quickly adjusted his clothes, pretending to search for something in his locker as the door opened and the rest of the hockey tea