Hockey Romance Book Novels & Stories

“We will figure out the rest later. Hockey. Money. All of it. For now just let me enjoy this.” I nodded against his chest. The fear from earlier was still there but it felt smaller now. Mixed with something warmer. Hope maybe. Or the start of trust. We had a long way to go. Arguments about the future would probably happen again. Jealousy. The secret of what we were doing. The pressures of hockey life. But in this quiet morning after the shower, with his arms around me and his initial freshly marked on my skin, it felt possible. Like we could find a way to make it work without losing ourselves.

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

The other part—the bigger part—was just tired. “We weren’t dating, Kathleen,” I said quietly. “We were never together. We hooked up a few times. We both knew what it was. Besides, I don't have time with hockey—” Her hands tightened. “You can make time! I don’t mind being second to hockey. I don’t mind waiting. I’ll come to every game, I’ll—” “I don’t like you, Kathleen.” The words came out colder than I meant them to. “I may have fucked you, but I don’t like you. At all.”

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?”

Why not just do it now? I sighed loudly and started. “Well, it's not as crazy as yours. Some of us didn't join gangs.” I said sarcastically. “You wound me.” “Yeah. Err, I used to have this boyfriend earlier in college. He was….is a hockey player too. I really liked him then. Though he felt the same way about me. It turned out that he was with me basically because of a bet. Cliche right?” I laughed at my own joke. But nothing seemed funny to Liam because his face was witching up from what I could see here.

It was filthy, slightly gross, but so unbelievably hot that I couldn't tear my eyes away. Ryder leaned up over me, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth, but I didn't care—I kissed him back with desperate intensity, tangling my hands in his dark hair. He rolled us over to the other side of his massive king-sized bed. “Come here,” he murmured softly, gripping the hem of his hockey jersey. He pulled the shirt up over my head, leaving my bare breasts completely exposed to his heavy gaze. I didn't even feel embarrassed—my mind was still swimming in the aftermath of my climax.

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

her gaze drifted over me, and the slightest hint of smirk tugged at her lips, “fix you.” “May I remind you that I’m not broken, ice queen.” I decided to change the nickname since she had a huge problem with ‘princess.’ Besides, Ice Queen fit her so much better. “My hockey skills just need a little touch up, and after that I’ll become a pro.” “Ouu ice queen. I like that one.” Harper wiggled her brows at her. “A pleasure to meet you queen of the ice.” She bowed her head, drawing a low chuckle out of me.

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."

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.