Novel & Cerita Hockey Romance

_*]: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

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

, and I took the skates and I had dinner. I can remember my mom begging for me, and that was the first time I saw him hit her. And I remember living with so much guilt that it was my fault that he had hit her. So I never brought up not skating again. He never asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. He told me. He commanded me. He drilled it into me who I was supposed to be: a hockey player. Eli exhaled. No, not just a hockey player. The best. Anything less was failure, and failure attracted consequences. When I was 13, I missed a shot during a game and we lost by a goal. He didn't speak to me for a week. Do you know what that does to a 13-year-old? He would walk past me in the same hous

he promised as Adia forced out a smile. " I love you.." she confessed, crashing her lips on his as she kissed him, savoring his delicious lips. " Adia, people are watching" he said to her pulling away. "I don't care.." she stated capturing his lips again. "Neither do I, but we need to get you out of the rain, not to forget you are covered with mud, same with me, so we have to go inside" he said to her picking her up from the floor as Mickelson rushed to them holding a umbrella as he spoke as he covered them both with the umbrella.

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

I grinned, "That right there's what I love about hockey...suck that dick...suck it...get it all rock hard for your ass!" Turned on by his sexy moans and gurgles, I started humping his face, "Mmmm...guh...guh...uhhhh...guh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...mmmm!" After another round of face-fucking, I pulled out and let my hunky, hockey-buddy catch his breath; he grinned, "Mmmm...love it when a cock takes my breath away like that." My cock stiffened with his remark, but then he punctuated it with one more long, sensuous trip down the shaft, as I moaned, "Fuccccccck!"

Leia nods in agreement, her curls bouncing. As we all exchange glances, it's pretty clear that none of us are failing. I mean, clearly. We wouldn't be here if we were. Hockey is our lifeblood, our reason for getting out of bed in the morning. Failing a class would be like cutting off my own limbs. And now that I've had a chance to get to know these guys, it's obvious that we all share that same burning passion for the game. It's the one thing that unites us, even when we're at each other's throats on the ice.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.

​An hour later, he was waiting for me just outside the dining hall. ​"You sure took your time," he said as he walked over. ​"Sorry," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. ​He took my hands in his, and I felt that strange warmth return. He led me toward the athlete's wing of the cafeteria, a territory I usually avoided like the plague. Ryan didn't stop until we reached the long table where the rest of the hockey team sat. ​The chatter died instantly. ​"Whoa, Cap," one of the guys, a massive defenseman named Miller, whistled low. "Since when do you do relationships? I thought you were 'married to the game.'"

Sebastian closed his mouth. Dr. Chen pulled out a notebook. "The league is concerned that your marriage is a sham. I'm supposed to evaluate whether you have a genuine romantic partnership or whether you're just exploiting a loophole." She clicked her pen. "So tell me. Why did you get married?" Damian and Sebastian spoke at the same time. "Because I love him." "Because we wanted to play hockey together." They looked at each other. Dr. Chen wrote something in her notebook. "That's a contradiction," Dr. Chen said. "Damian says love. Sebastian says hockey. Which is it?"