Hockey Romance Audiobooks Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

“You don’t have to be great at it. You just… let people in, little by little. On your terms.” Something in his voice made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I tried to laugh it off. “Careful, Michaels. You’re starting to sound like one of those broody romance novel heroes.” His lips twitched. “Do those guys play hockey?” “Not usually,” I said, grateful for the lighter turn. “They’re usually running through fields in the rain, confessing their undying love.” “I could do that,” he deadpanned. “But I’d probably slip on the ice and take you down with me.”

~ Sarah's POV ~ My blood was still roaring like wildfire when I threw open the heavy doors of the ice rink. The freezing air smacked me in the face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the rage consuming my body. There he was. Saxton was gliding across the ice, practicing with his hockey team. He was laughing so freel, unbothered, and completely detached from the wreckage he'd left behind in my home. Seeing that smug smile on his face made my vision go entirely red.

Ever. I pointed to the rest of the stuff, and he started moving it all, quiet and strong. The room felt smaller with him in it, but not in a bad way. Still, my mind wouldn’t stop. What if this was a trick? What if he got tired of me and left? The tension in my chest made it hard to breathe. After a few minutes, he broke the silence. “So, you like hockey at all? Or is it just something you clean up after?”

The cursor blinks in the search bar. Seventy thousand dollars. That's rent, care fees, everything, with enough left to build back some of what I've spent. I played hockey for seven years. I know the game the way you know something you loved before you chose something else. When I told Kai that medicine cost me something I loved, I wasn't lying. The head coach at Ellington is a woman called Harlow, I looked her up once for no reason I wanted to examine and she runs a serious program that wins.

"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.

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

“Do I look like I’m trying to get you into bed?” “Yes,” I deadpanned. “Your face literally says, ‘I want to fucking break you.’” “God, you’re cute. Feisty too.” Travis threw his head back and chuckled. I grabbed the drink from his hand. “I’ll prove to you I’m not a kid.” Bad decision. One drink turned into two. Two into… I stopped counting after four. The world around me grew softer, lighter. My head buzzed, and my cheeks hurt from smiling too much.

Lucas We step into the rink, and I’ve got my hockey stick in one hand and a head full of thoughts about Aria. Yeah, her. The girl who just told me she’s fine with being my fuck mate. Like, does she really mean that? Because if she does, damn, I’m in trouble. I can still feel her wetness on my fingers, and hear the way she moans my name. Shit. My wolf’s been growling in my head ever since. He wants her just as much as I do.

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.”