Hockey Player Romance Books Novels & Stories

I cry out as I push my ass backward, feeling Ryder pushing his massive cock all the way in me. In response, Ryder uses his free hand to pinch my nipples a little harder, and I part my plump lips in sweet pain. Ryder and I met when I was writing an article about him, the all famous hockey player. He hadn’t wanted to answer any of my questions until after I had gone on at least five dates with him.

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

His other hand grabs onto Dylan’s hip and pulls him closer. “you can’t possibly think that a connection to the NHL would change anything about how I feel for you.” “stop thinking with your dick and use that tiny hockey player brain of yours to realize that being with me means everything that everyone in your life wants for you, goes away. when someone like James could easily just take my place and you get that life you’ve worked for” Andre laughs a soft little rumble out of his throat before he kisses Dylan roughly thumb digging beneath his chin and holding him in place where he wants him, smiling into the kiss when Dylan just melts, falling so beautifully pliant when Andre opens him up.

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

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”

"I know better, ma." Her eyes searched mine for a second, trying to determine if I was lying. But after a while, she nodded. "Travis and Zahara are getting closer. How could you let that happen?" She hissed. "Do you not care one bit at your future? You can't be stupid enough to rely on hockey. Remember how that ended for_" "Enough." I cut her off. The fury that welled deep inside me made the throb in my head worse. "I'm working on it."

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

“Let’s get this over with.” She leaned forward and the blouse gaped more. “So, Zane. The fans are dying to know. A man like you, rich, famous, built like that, why no girlfriend?” I stared until she shifted. She tried again. “Rumors say you’re getting serious with Sophia Lang. That you two are engaged? Care to comment on that for the fans?” I leaned forward slowly. “Let me explain something. You’ve been tugging at that blouse since I walked in. Either button it or stop pretending this is about hockey.”

Isn’t he suffocating? Then I remember River’s words when he said Rylan is the ugliest man the universe has ever recorded. How ugly is he? I don’t think he’s ugly though. His eyes are beautiful, sharp jawline, sexy abs and then his cock… My cheeks burn with something that I don’t want to mention. I shake my head, trying to remove that sinful body from my mind. The puck drops, and instantly the scrape of skates and the thud of sticks echo like war drums. Lucien, the captain, shoots across the ice with blistering speed and soon the team are all trying to pass, shoot and hit.

"The hockey player you like! You're his biggest fan!" Mira immediately glared at me, her chest heaving. "But, how come you're with Marco Marten? I don't like ice hockey, but I live off oxygen and social media, so I know about him! He just broke off his engagement with that bitch Cassandra, right? So what's he doing with you now?" Mira's finger pointed straight at my pale face. "Haze, you... it can't be, can you? You're the one who ruined their engagement?"