Hockey Romance Books Spicy Novels & Stories

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."

_*]: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

“If I haven’t met anyone in three years, then I probably won't meet anyone else for the rest of my life. Mom, you’ve introduced me to so many different women in the past three years and I never laid my hands on any of them. Isn’t that right?” “Serena counts. Aren’t the two of you getting along just right? If you don’t like Serena, I can accept that lover of yours named Suzy too!” “There’s no feeling between Serena and I. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have dragged on for three years without getting married. As for Suzy, she’s just a student I helped before. There’s nothing going on between us.” “You… What’s so great about that woman?” Heather was so angry she could not speak coherently.

I flipped us, driving into her hard until I spilled deep inside her with a groan, burying my face in her neck. After, we lay tangled and sweaty. She traced the tattoos on my chest while I rubbed her back. “You okay?” I asked. “Seem a little distracted.” She hesitated, then shrugged. “Mom brought over some old hockey stuff. Fan-girl crap from when I was younger. It’s embarrassing.” I smiled, pulling her closer. “Nothing embarrassing about loving the game. Or players.” I kissed her forehead. “You don’t gotta hide shit from me.” She smiled but didn’t say more. I let it go, holding her tight. Her kindness with Spencer, her smarts at work, even her little secrets—they all made me fall harder.

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

“Word travels fast around here. Especially when the hockey captain suddenly decides to play house with the girl who used to be invisible.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I hated how easily my body betrayed me. Around us, a few students slowed their steps, pretending not to eavesdrop while clearly hanging on every word. Sienna stepped closer, her voice dropping to something almost intimate. “Look, I’m going to do you a favor because I almost feel bad for you. Jax doesn’t do relationships. He does distractions. And right now? You’re the shiny new distraction.” I swallowed, the taste of metal on my tongue. “That’s not really your business.”

“I’ll have a large hot chocolate with extra whipped cream paired with some scones and jelly doughnuts with extra sugar coating please.” Something warm and irritating settled in my stomach immediately as my head snapped up, only to meet a pair of stormy grey eyes staring back at me and of course flashing with mischief. I stared at him, surprised, and it took me a moment to find my words as he had caught me off guard. “What are you doing here?” I hissed through clenched teeth, almost rumpling the menu in my hand. “I thought you had practice.” “Wow. Someone certainly sounds thrilled to see me,” Ryder Hayes stood at the other side of the counter with a hockey bag slung over one shoulder, and a g

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.