Hockey Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

He added after a few beats, and I almost didn’t hear because of how almost full his mouth was. “Oh,” I literally heard Ryder’s teasing tone from here. It was kind of scary how I’d gotten so used to hearing it, actually. “So it’s about your girlfriend.” “Not really.” Clint hissed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve never really been into playing hockey from the beginning. The sport seems a bit too rough for me.” “Yes, it is rough,” Ryder admitted, “but it can’t be that bad.” “Nah, it can be that bad. I have friends who’ve broken their arms and busted their knees from a hard fall on the ice.”

My whole body froze when I looked up and saw a bunch of Westlake players towering over me. “That's enough,” a deep baritone voice came from behind the players, and they parted instinctively. My eyes were blurry as he stepped forward, and I could only see him when he leaned closer to me, stretching a hand towards me. “Come… let me help you up.” My heart started racing like crazy as I stared at his green eyes, and I squealed in my subconscious. THE CAPTAIN OF THE WESTLAKE HOCKEY TEAM, WAS STARING AT ME WITH ALL SERIOUSNESS.

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But this time, he was alone. This fracture was between him and Gunner. And they were the only two that could mend it. It ran deeper than hockey for Khyle, though. He could admit to himself at least that he genuinely wanted Gunner to respect him, to like him, to trust him. Khyle knew the bluenet was capable of being charming and friendly. Regardless of his animalistic good looks, how else would he have had so many women crawling into his bed? Gunner had regular conversations with his other teammates that didn't end in bickering or a bloodbath, and Khyle found himself wondering what it would feel like to have a kind word or a pat on the shoulder from the enforcer, or someth

Swiss was telling a story about a fan who tried to steal his glove after the game, and Toby was laughing so hard he nearly tipped over his water. I sat at the head of the table, and Jax sat right next to me. For the first thirty minutes, it was all about the game. We talked about every hit, every save, and every goal. We relived the third period like it was a movie. But as the main courses arrived and everyone started to settle down, the conversation shifted. It moved away from the ice and back toward home. "I can't wait to see Kim," Swiss said, cutting into a huge steak. "She sent me a video of her watching the final minute. She was screaming at the TV so loud the neighbors called to check

August's POV I left hockey practice and drove like a mad man, straight to the hospital, barely aware of the road, barely aware of my own breathing. All I could hear over and over, was the way Dona’s voice cracked on the phone. That awful, shaky whisper like she was trying so hard to act fine but falling apart anyway. It kept replaying, looping in my head until my hands went numb on the steering wheel.

“At least not now. I think you'll excel at your screenwriting contest but you can do both. He cut you off because you broke your leg and couldn't play inna game. If you quit, he'd think it's because he won. You get us to the frozen four, rub it into his face and then from there on, you'll chose what you really want to do. It's you Carter. There's no else else I can imagine that'll combine hockey and writing and still be fucking great at both." It had punched me right in the chest, hearing that from him. Like he believed in me more than I believed in myself. I hadn’t meant to kiss him after that. It had just happened and I launched myself at him, almost causing the canoe to topple over. His l

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“The things I want to do to you.” My cock strained against the fabric of my boxers, already leaking enough to darken the grey cotton. Henry noticed—of course he did. His gaze dropped and his nostrils flared and then he was kissing his way down my throat. “Can I—“ He muttered, teeth grazing my collarbone. “Can I taste you?” My hips bucked without permission. “Yeah-yeah, fuck, do it.” He slid down my body—all six foot-two of solid defenseman muscle moving with a grace that shouldn’t have been possible for someone his size. His shoulders forced my thighs apart and I let them—watching him settle between my legs.

Cody is keeping the honeymoon a big surprise but whatever he has planned I know I will absolutely love. Luna is sitting outside reading a book on the love seat swing, she looks serene and gentle as I hang laundry. Cody and I arrived back last night from Aspen where they won too. Now Austin is within a chance of qualifying for the Stanley Cup. It’s so exciting because if Cody can make it happen for the team to win again, it’ll be two years in a row that he’ll have made it happen for his respective teams. No pressure on him then. “You want a hand with that?” She asks me glancing up from her romance, I lent her a Laurent Asher book from the Dreamland Billionaire series and she is literally eati